CHAPTER 322: CHAPTER 178: THE CHAIRMANSHIP ROTATES, AND TODAY IT’S MY TURN_3

Behind Wang Yin, the Chairman of the Xiang Province Martial Arts Association, Zhao Zhiyi, also stood up with a grim expression. He first scanned Lin Jianfeng and Zhou Ming, taking a look at their incomplete Thought Ability Armament, and couldn’t help but realize this must be the work of Ye Qingzhou.

"Ye Qingzhou, why did you attack your allies!?"

"Eh? They were the ones who attacked first, saying they wanted to test if I was worthy to stand alongside them. I thought their words made sense, so I just slightly tested their worthiness. Unexpectedly, they were so weak; I barely exerted myself and they fell, quite disappointing."

Ye Qingzhou shook his head and put on a look of regret, speaking as if it were true.

Wang Yin’s anger flared up, but what really infuriated him were Lin Jianfeng and Zhou Ming.

Causing trouble is one thing; martial artists sparring isn’t such a big deal. At most, you apologize afterwards.

But they instigated the trouble and actually lost the fight?!

I, Wang Yin, can’t afford to lose face like this!

Before Wang Yin, Lin Jianfeng and Zhou Ming lost their earlier arrogance and drooped their heads, standing like two bad students who had made mistakes in front of their teacher.

"General, we..."

"Shut up, isn’t this embarrassing enough?"

Finally, Wang Yin turned back and gave Ye Qingzhou a deep, meaningful look, then took Lin Jianfeng and Zhou Ming away.

Ye Qingzhou let out a breath: "That was scary; I thought they’d make me pay for the repair of Elemental Spirit Armor."

"Ye Qingzhou!"

"Chairman Zhao, I can hear you; no need to shout so loudly."

"You’ve barely arrived and nearly caused a disaster, and you complain I’m speaking loudly?"

Zhao Zhiyi huffed and puffed in anger; luckily, it didn’t end in fatalities and Wang Yin didn’t pursue it, otherwise he’d really not know how to handle it.

"Should I not?"

Ye Qingzhou refuted dismissively: "I could stand there and take the beating without retaliating, but then everyone would call the people from our Martial Arts Association cowards, what would we do?"

"When did you become part of the Martial Arts Association? You haven’t even joined!"

"Chairman Zhao, don’t sweat the details. Maybe your position will soon be mine to sit in, and we’ll all be family then?"

Goodness, you want to take my position?

Zhao Zhiyi was utterly frustrated; this young man didn’t respect his elders, imagining he could take his place whenever.

If you take the Chairman position of the Xiang Province Martial Arts Association, where would I sit?

At the kids’ table?

Shameless!

Staying near Ye Qingzhou, Zhao Zhiyi felt himself close to high blood pressure, so he quickly called Zhang Hong over to arrange Ye Qingzhou’s cultivation at Phoenix Perch Cliff on the Second Peak, even blocking the road up the mountain to prevent foolish people from provoking Ye Qingzhou and ending up slain by his sword.

Ye Qingzhou, Zhao Zhiyi now understood, was like a firecracker, ready to explode at the slightest touch, and didn’t hold back once he started.

If he accidentally killed someone from the royal family, could he still remain as Chairman of the Martial Arts Association?

The Second Peak, Phoenix Perch Cliff’s residence.

Though located on a mountain, the living conditions here were quite good, with all the necessary facilities, not appearing arduous.

At that time, Zhang Hong was busy bringing members from the Martial Arts Association to help set up Ye Qingzhou’s residence.

Ye Qingzhou casually asked: "Why did those two idiots come to bother me?"

"Ahem, Lieutenant Lin and Lieutenant Zhou are said to be quite close with Master Lii."

"Partners in crime?"

"Ahem, ahem, just personal friends, that’s all."

How could Zhang Hong dare to casually agree with that?

Regardless of whatever dealings Lin Jianfeng, Zhou Ming, and Lii Yaoping had, it had nothing to do with him. Zhang Hong was just a handyman on the mountain and didn’t want to involve himself in the struggles of the big shots.

Ye Qingzhou, in his eyes, undoubtedly was such a big shot.

After all, he had just witnessed Ye Qingzhou’s savage beating of Lin Jianfeng and Zhou Ming, even stepping their faces into the ground.

Someone this ruthless, could he not be considered a big shot?

Even if Ye Qingzhou were only seventeen, still a high school student, Zhang Hong dared not overlook him; in fact, Ye Qingzhou’s youth only made him more revered in Zhang Hong’s eyes.

Seeing he couldn’t glean more information from Zhang Hong, Ye Qingzhou waved his hand: "You can leave now, if I need anything, I’ll call you."

"Yes, I won’t disturb Ye Qianlong’s cultivation anymore."

In the following days, Ye Qingzhou stayed at Phoenix Perch Cliff to cultivate, not going anywhere, easing the burden placed upon Zhang Hong as the overseer.

Ye Qingzhou didn’t care about Zhang Hong’s thoughts.

The reason Ye Qingzhou obediently stayed on Phoenix Perch Cliff wasn’t fear of punishment from Zhao Zhiyi, but because he found a unique charm there that greatly aided his martial arts cultivation.

Sitting in his residence, breathing rhythmically with the Dragon Vein below, Ye Qingzhou gradually entered a special state of cultivation.

Sometimes he stood on the mountain cliff, staying still from dawn to dusk, seemingly feeling the rhythm of the wind.

Other times, he’d wander aimlessly in the mountain forest, as if merely a tourist admiring the scenic landscape.

Occasionally, he’d sit at the edge of the mountain cliff, embracing his sword for three days without eating or drinking.

Doing whatever he pleased.

He seemed to forget about cultivation, like a hermit detached from the world.

As time went by, Ye Qingzhou gradually forgot the external world, experiencing inner peace, the natural rhythm, and the innate Five Qi within him began to evolve like the world’s natural cycle.