Chapter 55: Hurting You Is Only So You Don’t Die Too Quickly!

The centipede was still writhing between Chen Yuyi’s fingers, sending some timid girls into shrill screams. With a slight pinch of his fingers, a wisp of black smoke rose, and the centipede vanished without a trace.

“My Passionate Centipede!” the man with the braid exclaimed, his face contorted with pain.

He glared fiercely at Chen Yuyi. “You killed my junior brother and destroyed my Passionate Centipede. I swear, you will die a miserable death!”

Chen Yuyi cast him a cool glance. “Passionate Centipede? Another tool of lust and depravity, I see. I now declare that you may join your junior brother.”

The man with the braid burst into laughter. “How amusing. I am the chief disciple of Master Zhong, and you think you can threaten me?”

At the mention of Master Zhong, a look of shock spread across the faces of some present. The young heirs and heiresses might not have understood, but those wealthy individuals who traveled often knew well who Master Zhong was.

“So he’s the chief disciple of Master Zhong, the one they call the Living Immortal! They say Master Zhong possesses supernatural abilities, can bring the dead back to life, heal bones, and decide matters of life and death with a snap of his fingers!”

“That’s not all—he has countless wealthy followers. People would sell off their fortunes just for one of his elixirs!”

“To think Mr. Chen killed his junior disciple—there’s sure to be a fierce battle today. I wonder if Mr. Chen can defeat this chief disciple.” Many present couldn’t help worrying for Chen Yuyi.

“Mr. Chen is no ordinary man, but this disciple seems to know some sinister arts. I’m afraid he might try to trap Mr. Chen!” Sister Yun’s eyes flashed with anxiety, recalling how she herself had nearly fallen prey to the man’s trickery earlier.

Her first impression of Chen Yuyi hadn’t been favorable—she’d thought him arrogant and rude, coasting on his good looks. Only later did she realize he was the renowned Mr. Chen, which had surprised and delighted her. She hadn’t expected someone so handsome to be the legendary Mr. Chen.

Though she knew Chen Yuyi was formidable, she couldn’t help but worry as he faced an opponent so adept at underhanded tactics.

Hearing the murmurs, the man with the braid grew smug. “You’re far too arrogant. There’s always someone stronger in this world! Today, I’ll show you how foolish it is to provoke our Immortal Valley!”

With a sinister smile, he moved his hand like lightning toward Chen Yuyi, sending a blood-colored worm flying at him, reeking of death as if it had crawled from a corpse.

Chen Yuyi raised an eyebrow. Like master, like disciple—so much for the so-called Living Immortal, just another practitioner of dark sorcery.

With the strength of his body now, he feared no such venomous creatures. But recalling that Shen Zhujun had also been poisoned by their love toxin, his anger flared.

With a flick of his two fingers, he sliced through the air.

The worm vanished instantly, but the force of that gesture did not dissipate. With a sharp sound, the man’s arm was severed from his body.

He screamed in agony, clutching the wound and stumbling back several steps. The girls in the crowd covered their eyes, unable to bear the bloody sight, while the young gentlemen turned pale.

They had mocked Chen Yuyi before; now, imagining if that finger had been aimed at them, their arms might have been lost. The thought chilled them to the bone.

“You dare harm me?” the braided man roared, his face twisted in pain.

“I’m only sparing you a quick death,” Chen Yuyi said calmly, flicking his fingers again.

Another tearing sound, and the man’s other arm fell away. This time, he howled in terror.

He had inherited his master’s craft and believed himself nearly unmatched, save for those as fearsome as his master. Yet now, without even a chance to retaliate, both arms were severed as if by divine force—a crushing defeat. He no longer knew what kind of power he was facing.

The young heirs and heiresses collapsed to the ground in fright.

Haiqin, watching, finally realized her own foolishness. No wonder Zhu Shaohui had looked so fearful—he’d known the truth all along. Thank goodness she’d backed down in time, or she might not have survived.

Xiang Xuerou now truly witnessed Mr. Chen’s power—supernatural, indeed. Her eyes sparkled with admiration.

As for Sister Yun, her beautiful eyes shone. This Mr. Chen was awe-inspiring and peerless in his abilities. If she could truly befriend such a man, she would have no regrets in life.

Jin Junmin’s face was now etched with terror. He finally understood the magnitude of the man he had offended. He wished nothing more than to kneel before Chen Yuyi and beg forgiveness.

The other young men who had opposed Chen Yuyi at the table felt their legs turn to jelly, each praying Mr. Chen would overlook their earlier ignorance.

As for the young ladies, though they dared not look directly at the bloodshed, they still stole glances at Chen Yuyi—his looks and demeanor left them utterly captivated.

“Fool, you want me dead? It won’t be that easy. I’ll take everyone here with me!” the braided man shrieked, his body trembling.

Countless black insects began crawling out from his pant legs, swarming in all directions. The crowd panicked, scrambling to hide, while the women screamed.

Chen Yuyi’s expression grew cold, his aura swelling immeasurably. As the black insects neared the crowd, they were suddenly halted by an invisible wall of energy.

The braided man was stunned—this was the legendary Qi Domain.

“Perish!” Chen Yuyi commanded softly.

A series of crackling sounds followed, and all the black insects exploded. In moments, not a single one remained.

“No!” the braided man wailed in despair, drenched in blood, his eyes wild as he fell to his knees.

“I won’t kill you—call your master. When he comes, I’ll deal with you both,” Chen Yuyi said coolly, hands clasped behind his back.

By now, the braided man was crippled—his meridians destroyed by Chen Yuyi’s Qi Domain, his arms severed, utterly powerless.

Without so much as a backward glance, Chen Yuyi left, hands still behind him.

The crowd parted instinctively, watching his retreating figure in awe, as if gazing upon a god.

Bai Lang and Xiang Xuerou hurried after him.

As for the braided man, he struggled to his feet and, without even picking up his severed arms, quickly disappeared.

Only then did the crowd return to their senses. Sister Yun hastily ordered the scene cleaned up and warned everyone not to speak of what had happened.

For those who had shared a table with Chen Yuyi, the incident left a deep psychological scar. Even without Sister Yun’s warning, none would dare mention it. It felt as though they had survived a brush with death. They committed Mr. Chen’s face to memory, vowing never to provoke him.

At the same time, they were filled with anticipation for the inevitable clash between Master Zhong and Mr. Chen. They were determined not to miss such a spectacle, even if only to watch from afar—it would be worth a lifetime.

Meanwhile, at a resort in Lower River City, another group was gathered around a table.

At the head sat the plump Young Master Yan Hongyi, who had returned from Jiangcheng the day before, only to hurry back to Lower River City today.

Beside him sat Bao Hongxuan and his sister Bao Yingtong, the proprietress of the resort.

Along with them were two others—Master Bu and Master Yi, both grandmasters who had once appeared at the medicine shop bidding for the millennium-old lingzhi.

“Young Master Yan has already made his intentions clear to you both, so we hope the two masters can lend him your aid,” Bao Hongxuan said respectfully, speaking on Yan Hongyi’s behalf. Yet in his eyes flashed a dark, venomous hatred for someone…

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