White-Robed Chief

“Young Master Zhao, what are you talking about!” Yue Ru stomped her feet in anger as her face turned bright red.

Chu Li replied, “It’s okay. He can’t hear us right now.”

Yue Ru threw him a glare and retorted, “It’s not true. You better stop spewing nonsense!”

Chu Li grinned and nodded. “Fine, I won’t talk about it anymore, but you should know what Senior Bai would do if she were to find out about it.”

Yue Ru frowned slightly before she let out a helpless sigh.

“Senior Bai will never approve of such a guy.” Chu Li pointed at Lu Xiaofeng and shook his head before he continued, “He’s a person with good looks but he has no substance. How can he deserve to be with you, Miss Yue Ru? Senior Bai will surely agree with me on this.”

“You’re exaggerating my worth!” Yue Ru shook her head and said, “Furthermore, Young Master Lu isn’t that bad. He’s the youth champion of Flaming Sun Sect. He has a bright future ahead of him.”

“Sure, suit yourself then,” Chu Li muttered. “I’m letting him off the hook today because of you. Otherwise, this Young Master Lu will not be getting out of this alive. I’ve never been lenient toward my enemies before — just like that guy over there!”

He pointed at the Elder Huang, who lay motionless on the ground.

As Elder Huang was already dead, his body had begun to grow stiff.

When Chu Li saw him earlier, he had already despised the man very strongly. Given the many innocent lives that had died at this man’s hands, he deserved to die. More so, since the man had dared to offend him, Chu Li had no reason to let him live.

“He’s dead?” There was a slight change in Yue Ru’s expression.

Chu Li nodded. “Did you think that I would let him live?”

“Young Master Zhao…” Yue Ru said in a discontented tone, “He has indeed been disrespectful to you and has spoken some harsh words, but you didn’t have to go so far as to kill him, right?”

“It’s up to me whether or not I wish to kill him,” Chu Li muttered. “Go try and find out how many lives have died at his hands. Then, you’ll know whether or not he deserved to die!”

Yue Ru hesitated for a moment before she looked at him in confusion.

Chu Li pointed at his own eyes and said, “I’m pretty good at judging a person’s character. He’s a man who has committed every conceivable crime. By killing him, I’m enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven!”

Yue Ru shook her head.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly spat another mouthful of blood.

Chu Li smirked and said, “What a weak fellow. Should I help him out? I can’t possibly let him die here. If I did, you might resent me for the rest of your life.”

With such unattractive looks, no woman could ever fall for him. No matter how strong his martial arts skills were, it would not make much of a difference. Back then, the reason he had decided to use this appearance was precisely to reduce his entanglements over the course of his mission here.

Nonetheless, he still felt rather upset right now. After all, it was uncomfortable when a pretty woman had no feelings for him and liked another guy instead.

“I think it’s better to let him deal with this himself,” Yue Ru replied.

Chu Li muttered, “You’re pretty considerate of his pride.”

Yue Ru hurriedly said, “What are you talking about? I think you shouldn’t complicate things further. You’ve already beaten him up; what’s done is done. You don’t have to save him.”

Chu Li was smiling from ear to ear as he replied, “Well then, I really won’t do anything to save him. The Divine Light Fist is no ordinary fist technique. If he can’t overcome the fist force, the condition of his injury will worsen.”

“… It’s okay,” Yue Ru slowly said.

Chu Li pretended not to notice her hesitation. Deep down, he felt a huge sense of satisfaction. He shook his head and said, “In that case, I’ll go upstairs first. Take good care of him.”

He stood up as he spoke and walked away.

Yue Ru curtsied and saw him out. She then returned to the room to check if Elder Huang was still breathing and found that he had indeed breathed his last breath.

Hence, she went over to check on Lu Xiaofeng instead.

Not much time had passed since he had suffered the fist from Zhao Dahe but Lu Xiaofeng’s face was now as pale as a blank sheet of paper. His breathing was rapid and shallow; his injury was becoming increasingly severe.

It seemed like Zhao Dahe did not exaggerate about how brutal the destructive force of the Divine Light Fist was.

At this thought, she took out a ceramic bottle from her inner pocket and poured out two pills before she stuffed them into Lu Xiaofeng’s mouth. Then, she gently asked, “Young Master Lu, would you like me to lend you a helping hand?”

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head weakly.

Thus, Yue Ru took a step back and sat by the table. Under her watchful gaze, Lu Xiaofeng sat cross-legged as he recuperated. White steam began to appear at the top of his head and soon, it became thick as smoke.

After some time, the thick fog above Lu Xiaofeng’s head gradually dissipated, but his face was still very pale. His pallid face suggested that his condition had worsened.

Yue Ru frowned and clenched her fists tightly in her sleeves when she saw that her spirit medicine did not have the desired effect on him. She could no longer bring herself to care about Lu Xiaofeng’s pride as she went to sit cross-legged behind him and pressed her palms on his back.

A faintly discernible strand of inner energy entered his body and the roaring flame that had been burning wildly inside him abruptly grew stronger. All of her inner energy had rushed into the roaring flame at once and was consumed by it, causing it to burn more intensely than before.

Yue Ru was astounded at how pure and refined this roaring flame was. Instead of being a threat, her inner energy had become its fuel. This fist force was, indeed, very hard to deal with. It was no wonder Lu Xiaofeng had been at such a disadvantage.

She slowly withdrew her inner energy and did not dare to offer further assistance as she feared that she might be more of a hindrance than a help.

“Puff!” Lu Xiaofeng spat out a mouthful of blood again. The blood was dark and foul-smelling.

Yue Ru wanted to go and ask Master for help, but she knew that Master would certainly refuse to lend him a hand.

“Young Master Lu,” Yue Ru said softly, “allow me to go and ask Young Master Zhao for help.”

Lu Xiaofeng forced his eyes open and with his hand, he wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. He then took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve to clean his hand before he tidied up his appearance. After that, he gritted his teeth as he climbed back onto his feet in an unsteady manner. “I won’t allow him to help me. I shall take my leave first!”

“Will you be fine on your own?” Yue Ru supported him by the arm and said worriedly, “I can find someone to send you back.”

“There’s no need for that.” As Lu Xiaofeng lowered his head and glanced at Elder Huang, he sighed. “I’ll get my people to come and bring him back. Miss Yue Ru, I apologize for this.”

Yue Ru shook her head. “This is my fault too. I shouldn’t have let the two of you meet.”

Lu Xiaofeng laughed at himself. He had been so confident when he challenged Zhao Dahe. Now, he realized that he had been too quick to judge.

This fist from Chu Li had helped him understand what a profound level of cultivation looked like and how unattainable it seemed.

With that, he staggered out of the Phoenix Goddess Brothel and struggled as he returned to Blazing Sun Clan.

When he arrived at the main entrance, a few disciples noticed his pale complexion before they hurried over to hold and support him.

He had exerted all the energy he had to make his way back here and had now reached his limit. He said weakly, “Bring me to Master.”

After that, he fell into unconsciousness.

The people around him quickly brought him to Zhang Junrui’s courtyard.

Zhang Junrui was wearing a green tunic, leisurely sitting by himself in his courtyard while he enjoyed a cup of wine under the pale moonlight.

Upon hearing the sound of footsteps approaching and people knocking on his door, he raised his voice and said, “Come in!”

Four men entered as they carried Lu Xiaofeng into the courtyard.

Zhang Junrui knitted his brows together as he came forward to check Lu Xiaofeng’s pulse. Then, he exhaled sharply and said, “You may leave now. I’ll deal with this!”

“Understood,” the men replied. They could sense his anger and so, they warily left the courtyard.

Zhang Junrui carried him into the house and lay him down on the bed. Following that, he propped Lu Xiaofeng up into a sitting position before he sat down behind him to channel and help him recover from his injury.

At dawn the next day, as the radiant morning sun shone through the window, the room became gently illuminated by the sunlight.

Zhang Junrui withdrew his hands and had a grave look on his face.

The fist force of the Divine Light Fist had always been extremely difficult to deal with.

However, this particular fist force from Chu Li’s Divine Light Fist was even harder to get rid of since Chu Li had blended a slight trace of the Cloud Slashing Power’s special ability into this fist force. This had enabled it to strengthen itself by devouring the inner energy of others. Unless the other party had an overwhelmingly higher cultivation level than Chu Li’s and was capable of overpowering the fist force by a large margin, the fist force would continue to fluctuate and grow stronger.

It had taken Zhang Junrui a whole night to suppress the fist force from the Divine Light Fist. Yet, he could not drive it out completely. It would cause great damage to Lu Xiaofeng’s body if the remaining fist force was dispelled. That being said, even if Zhang Junrui were to go up against the owner of this Divine Light Fist, he might not be able to come out unharmed.

His expression remained dark as he kept his eyes on Lu Xiaofeng and waited for him to regain consciousness.