CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 64: A NIGHT OF MURDER UNDER THE DARK MOON AND HIGH WIND

Xiangjiang, the Rain Master stood on the bamboo raft, wearing a bamboo hat, with his hands behind his back, drifting downstream.

Before long, a figure soared through the air and landed on the bamboo raft, causing quite a splash.

"Are you injured?"

"It’s just a minor injury, nothing serious."

"Why did you come back so late?"

"I was intercepted."

"Is that your reason for failing to bring back the Dragon Abyss?"

"Yes."

Duann Ming’s mission failed, yet the Rain Master didn’t seem angry; he asked calmly, "Was it Nan Gongyi or Gu Changqing?"

"It was Ye Qingzhou."

"???"

The Rain Master’s calm expression finally changed for the first time, then he smiled knowingly, "I understand now. I thought the loss of the Divine Sword Jade Scroll was Bai Yuanhu creating confusion, but I didn’t expect they really lost it."

Duann Ming coughed twice, spat out a mouthful of black blood, wiped his mouth, and said, "The Sword Spirit of Dragon Abyss hasn’t been fully repaired, and Ye Qingzhou seems to have mastered the Heart Sword Secret Technique on the Divine Sword Jade Scroll, so I deliberately left Dragon Abyss in his hands."

"You did the right thing."

The Rain Master sighed, then remarked with emotion, "No wonder Dragon Abyss woke up early. I didn’t expect someone to master Heart Sword in such a short time, saving us effort. Now in this world, indeed only Ye Qingzhou can quickly help restore Dragon Abyss’s Sword Spirit."

"I’ve already arranged a rematch with him. At that time, I will personally retrieve the complete Dragon Abyss Sword."

"Hope the plan goes smoothly; we don’t have much time left."

The Rain Master’s gaze deepened, "By the way, there’s another matter; Hee Zhongyang, that ungrateful dog, can’t be kept alive."

Duann Ming nodded, "I understand, killing him will preserve the secret that Ye Qingzhou obtained from the Heart Sword Secret Technique on the Divine Sword Jade Scroll."

...

"Ye Qingzhou!"

"What’s up?"

"Where did you go just now?"

Xu Yuebing grabbed Ye Qingzhou by the collar angrily, almost looking like her eyebrows were on fire, "It’s such a dangerous time, and you’re running around!"

Ye Qingzhou blinked, "I didn’t run around."

He clearly was tracking the Sword Intent fluctuations of the Dragon Abyss Sword all the way, then purposefully intercepted Ghost Sword Sorrow Duann Ming. How could this be called running around?

"Cut the crap, hurry back with me!"

"Back where?"

"To Linjiang!"

"But I haven’t collected my championship reward yet..."

"At a time like this! Are you still worried about that hundred thousand prize money?"

"The way you say it, I’m also concerned about the trophy, the treasure sword, and the Dragon Beard Grass. Mingjian Group wouldn’t dare cheat and not give them, right?"

"!!!"

The next day, lounging in the hotel, Ye Qingzhou finally received the championship reward he had been long yearning for.

A hundred thousand in prize money, a gold-plated sword-shaped trophy, a famous sword made by Sharp Gold that can cut hair, and most importantly, a rare treasure perfectly suited for Rattling Iron Bones, Dragon Beard Grass.

Mingjian Group sent someone personally, even apologized to Ye Qingzhou, and casually gave him two hundred vouchers worth 15 yuan each, making Ye Qingzhou feel quite disdainful.

Damn capitalists!

Even while apologizing, they don’t forget customer recruitment!

On the way back, seeing three swords hanging from Ye Qingzhou’s waist, Xu Yuebing was somewhat puzzled, "Besides Flying Frost and Xuanjian, where did the third sword come from?"

"Given by someone."

"Who gave it? A man or a woman?"

Xu Yuebing suddenly became nervous. Only when Ye Qingzhou replied "a man" did she breath a sigh of relief, then pretended to ask probing, "Ye Qingzhou, I heard a rumor."

"What rumor?"

"Zhu Jinfeng once said, if you want to be her boyfriend, you have to defeat her first."

"???"

Ye Qingzhou felt speechless, "Why tell me this?"

"Don’t you have any thoughts?"

"I think she has quite the imagination. I’ve defeated so many people; if each required dating, could I manage?"

Ye Qingzhou rolled his eyes; busy with romance daily, how can one focus on Martial Arts Cultivation?

Haha, romance, even dogs won’t be interested!

After saying that, he yawned; the battle with Ghost Sword Sorrow Duann Ming yesterday consumed much of his spirit. Now, taking advantage of the time, he closed his eyes and started to nap.

Xu Yuebing looked at his sharp, chiseled side face, her lips curled in a hint of joy, though she then faced a bit of dissatisfaction as she scolded in her mind, "What a blockhead!"

Returning to school, as soon as Ye Qingzhou walked into the classroom, Xiao Yuanyuan plastered his face with ribbons.

Other classmates also gathered around to congratulate him on winning the championship. They had all watched the entire Sword Fighting Competition finals, naturally witnessing Ye Qingzhou’s formidable prowess.

Among the crowd, only Huang Liwen had a mournful face, "Adoptive father, I’m miserable!"

"Brother Wen, did you suffer another heartbreak?"

"This time it’s a financial loss."

"?"

Huang Liwen hesitated, finally revealing to Ye Qingzhou, "Ahem, I lost a month’s meal money, adoptive father, you must save me."

"Serves you right for betting on my opponent winning."

"Putting the facts aside, don’t you have any fault at all? Anyway, you must help me, adoptive father."

"No worries, a month without lunch won’t kill you; you’ve got it, have confidence in yourself."

"No, adoptive father!"

In the end, Huang Liwen still received relief from Ye Qingzhou.

The cost was treating Ye Qingzhou to lunch for two months afterward, with an annual interest rate of 1200%, making Huang Liwen shout that Skinner Ye was charging higher than loan sharks!

After school in the afternoon, Ye Qingzhou stepped into the Swordsmanship Club, greeted by screams and cheers.

Long absent Xu Lan was also smiling, personally welcoming Ye Qingzhou, the club’s great contributor, "Everyone wants to throw a celebration dinner for you tonight, to celebrate."

Ye Qingzhou shook his head to decline, "Not tonight, I have some personal matters to handle."

"How about tomorrow night?"

"That works."

Late at night, Ye Qingzhou carried Dragon Abyss, utilizing Soaring Step, quietly leaving Jiangshan Imperial View Community.

This peerless divine weapon, fiercely contested, had now become an unobtrusive object, changing completely from a Great Sword to a Long Sword and turned pitch black.

On a dark night with strong winds, a night for killing.

Returning from the competition, Ye Qingzhou’s first task was handling hidden threats from Hee Zhongyang.

However, upon stealthily approaching the Hee family’s 500 square meter villa, Ye Qingzhou found someone had already arrived.

In the villa courtyard, there lay dead seven black-suited guards and a clothed, opulent middle-aged bald fat man, the strong scent of blood wafting into Ye Qingzhou’s nose on the wind.

Inside the villa, the dying struggles of Hee Zhongyang roared, "Ghost Sword Sorrow! Have you gone mad? I’m the captain of the Linjiang Martial Arts Association Law Enforcement Team. Killing me, it won’t end well for you!"

"That’s hilarious, the bounty only increased from ten million to twenty million; I’ve killed enforcement team captains before, you can find peace in death."

Duann Ming was about to strike, but Ye Qingzhou, dressed in sports clothes, stood before Hee Zhongyang with his sword, "His life is mine."