Chapter 1650 - 1526: Recuperation
"Where exactly did Kong Ningshuang go? Dead? Or did she leave? The last moment I was conscious, I used the Futu Sword to save Kong Ningshuang. She shouldn’t have left!"
Ye Qingfeng analyzed, feeling somewhat moved by Kong Ningshuang’s sacrifice to save him; he didn’t want Kong Ningshuang to die.
"Bufan, I will soon be able to rescue you!" Ye Qingfeng murmured, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes.
Ye Bufan is still in the hands of the Good and Evil Envoys.
Once he recovers, he’ll break into the Central Sect World of the Ancient Martial World, destroy the Good and Evil Envoys, and rescue Ye Bufan!
"Also, Yiyi, I will definitely bring you back to life!" A trace of tenderness appeared in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes.
At this moment, Yanjing was strangely calm.
They were still fearful of Ye Qingfeng.
Even though Ye Qingfeng is already dead and everyone believes Wan Potian, Ye Qingfeng’s past brutality makes these families hesitant to act rashly.
However, news spread out.
Wan Potian came out of retreat!
He personally killed Ye Qingfeng.
With him taking action, the fate of the families close to Ye Qingfeng is predictable.
Sure enough, under several commands from Wan Potian, the Divine Guard began to operate.
This special department in Huaxia displayed its formidable power in an instant.
"What? Ye Qingfeng is dead?"
At the Jian Family, a graceful and beautiful woman exclaimed aloud.
"Yes, the upper echelons of Yanjing are already in a frenzy. Ye Qingfeng was personally killed by the leader of the Divine Guard, Wan Potian. Now that Wan Potian has emerged from seclusion, he has begun to clear away Ye Qingfeng’s forces!" a subordinate reported.
He was sent by Jian Lingling to specifically inquire about Ye Qingfeng’s situation, never expecting to bring back such bad news.
"No wonder no one answered his phone. I didn’t expect he was actually killed!" Jian Lingling bit her lip tightly, almost drawing blood.
"Cousin, don’t be too sorrowful. Now our Jian Family can develop independently, and the momentum is getting better and better," Jian Yunfeng comforted from the side.
Back then, it was he who, under Ye Qingfeng’s pressure, handed the power of the Jian Family into Jian Lingling’s hands.
"Moreover, few know about our relationship with Ye Qingfeng, so Wan Potian probably won’t come to clear out our Jian Family!"
Now, the Jian Family is the leading family in Hai City, with strong influence and thriving prospects; businesses in Korea are flourishing, and in the future, the Jian Family may very well become a top family in Huaxia.
Tears fell from her delicate face, and Jian Lingling felt all strength leave her instantly.
"If he’s gone, what’s the point of having this Jian Family?"
Jian Lingling murmured, lost and distressed.
I worked hard to strengthen the Jian Family, just to help you when needed.
Just to carry a little more weight in your heart.
Just to earn a word of praise from you.
But now that you’ve left, what’s the point of having all this?
Tears welled up, and her once exquisite, rosy face turned ashen, making one feel sympathetic.
"Family Head, take care of your health!" a short-haired man spoke up.
He is a Martial Artist, who became a tribute in the Jian Family because of the elixirs from Ye Qingfeng given to Jian Lingling.
Beside him, Jian Yunfeng listened to Jian Lingling’s words, his eyes flickering slightly.
The Jian Family is now indeed a family with huge potential!
"Brother Feng, I’ll help you clean up. Your body hasn’t been cleaned for several days," Ling Yanchen walked in, carrying a basin of clear water.
"Alright."
Ye Qingfeng, lying on the bed, didn’t fuss or reject, nodding directly.
Ye Qingfeng sat up, directly unbuttoning his shirt, removing the tattered shirt from his body.
The shirt was stained with blood, clinging to his wounds, and removing it triggered a new wave of piercing pain.
Yet for Ye Qingfeng, this pain was nothing.
"Ah!"
Ling Yanchen wrung out the towel and returned, startled upon seeing the upper half of Ye Qingfeng’s body, her face blushing slightly.
Though Ye Qingfeng’s physique wasn’t overly robust, it was muscular more than it seemed—well-proportioned muscles with streamlined contours. If not for the scars covering him, he’d be almost perfect.
"Weren’t you going to clean me up? Hurry up!" Ye Qingfeng said naturally.
Ye Qingfeng was certainly assertive with Ling Yanchen, considering he helped Ling Yanchen a lot initially.
Now being rescued by Ling Yanchen might be a twist of fate.
"Oh."
Ling Yanchen replied softly, blushing but thinking that this brother wasn’t holding back and didn’t know how to avoid.
However, being a kind and simple girl, she gently rubbed Ye Qingfeng’s body with the towel, troubled by his numerous wounds, having trouble proceeding.
"Faster, please." Ye Qingfeng urged.
"Oh, oh."
Ling Yanchen quickly got to work, her flustered demeanor somewhat endearingly cute.
Though she grew flustered as she worked, her actions became a bit heavy-handed, disturbing the wounds, and the bone-deep pain made Ye Qingfeng sweat profusely.
His heart, hard as steel, could endure ten times more severe pain, but it didn’t mean his body was numb to it.
Ling Yanchen blushingly continued to wipe.
At this point, blood trickled from a wound on Ye Qingfeng’s chest.
"Ah, I’m sorry, Brother Feng, I applied too much force." Ling Yanchen was startled, apologizing hastily.
She only then looked up, seeing Ye Qingfeng cold sweat streaming down, surprised and worriedly saying: "You’re sweating so much, it must hurt a lot. Why didn’t you say anything?"
"It’s fine, just continue!" Ye Qingfeng grabbed Ling Yanchen’s small hand, pressing the towel onto himself.
Ling Yanchen’s complexion slightly changed, a subtle movement in her heart.
"Brother Feng, what’s the story behind your injuries, anyway?" It took almost half an hour for Ling Yanchen to finish cleaning Ye Qingfeng’s upper body.
"A battle!" Ye Qingfeng said plainly.
"Battle?" Ling Yanchen was taken aback, then suddenly realized, "You fought someone? How could they be so cruel to hurt Brother Feng like this!"
Fighting?
Ye Qingfeng found it amusing and didn’t explain further; call it fighting, then.
"Bang!"
A wooden door slammed open from outside, followed by a voice: "Yanchen, Yanchen, are you alright?"
Barging in was a young man, slightly tanned, but of firm build.
"Brother Zhou Peng, why are you here?" Ling Yanchen was taken aback seeing the youth.