Little did they know, Chu Yi had brought them success and doom alike. Without Chu Yi’s talismans and magic treasures, so many Xuan Arts Masters wouldn’t have gathered at the Yu Family. Some came probing, others like Chen Jin Sheng and Zhang Shaoyi knew of Chu Yi’s connection to the Yu Family and came specifically to build rapport.
“Not good!” As the six emissaries activated it together, black qi rose from all directions around the Yu Family Old Mansion, as if enveloped by a cage of black iron. Every Xuan Arts Master felt a frenzied palpitation, alarms blaring in their hearts!
At the same time, they discovered their spiritual power had become unusable. Without spiritual power, they were like lions without claws and fangs—easy prey next.
Wu He decisively drew his gun and fired several shots—“bang bang bang”—at the six frozen emissaries, but it was useless. Modern firearms couldn’t deal with Xuan Arts World practitioners.
The bullets were blocked by the black qi emanating from their bodies before they even reached.
“What do we do?” Yu Qingxian felt a bit panicked, but not overly so—because Chu Yi was there. For some reason, he had absolute confidence in him.
Chu Yi felt the hot breath spraying by his ear and warmed inside: “Don’t be afraid.”
“Aaah—” He Zhan screamed frantically: “Yi Ge, stop flirting! That resentful spirit is coming to kill us!”
The target was definitely him—no doubt. He didn’t want to die young!
“…” Chu Yi’s comforting words were interrupted. President Yu unhappily glared at He Zhan, who was yelling in his hoarse, broken voice. He had finally gotten a moment of closeness with Chu Yi—why was He Zhan getting excited if not for the other Xuan Arts Masters stepping in to block?
In truth, aside from spiritual power, the Xuan Arts Masters present had various life-saving magic treasures to varying degrees—like Master Wuzhen’s Buddha Amulet, paired with the Buddhist scriptures from his mouth, which at least delayed the resentful spirit’s movements.
Yu Qingxian subconsciously ignored the blood trickling from the corners of the mouths of Master Wuzhen’s two disciples beside him, as well as the “buzzing” tremor of the Buddha Amulet, which seemed ready to crack at any moment.
Yu Qingxian felt he had a bit of that willful, wicked air from his dreams. He didn’t care about others—as long as they didn’t disturb his time with Chu Yi.
Cough…
Chu Yi chuckled inwardly, squeezed President Yu’s hand, then pulled out a Bright Light Talisman he had just newly developed using merit to draw it. He slapped it onto He Zhan’s back and shoved him forward: “Go on. Remember to beg Lu Changzhou more—make your voice weak and pitiful.”
The shoved-out He Zhan: “???”
Before he could react, he nearly collided with a black claw formed of resentment qi. Fortunately, Chen Jin Sheng grabbed his collar from behind and yanked him back.
“Fuck, Chu Yi, you’re blinded by love, &**%%%￥!” He Zhan spewed a string of censored profanities.
But before he could wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, the resentful spirit lunged at him again the next second. He Zhan forgot cursing and started fleeing while whimpering.
Strangely, he seemed to run chaotically without strategy, yet the resentful spirit’s claws always stayed a finger’s width away. And whenever it seemed about to kill him, either a sorcerer suddenly appeared nearby, or the resentful spirit glitched to a halt.
He Zhan had a flash of inspiration: “Lu Changzhou, Brother Changzhou, wake up! It’s me, He Zhan! I promise I won’t be mean to you anymore, sob sob sob…”
Sweat poured down his face, mingled with snot and tears from fright—his image was utterly unsightly. The culprit quickly glanced at the serene and elegant President Yu beside him—mmm, his family’s President Yu was still the best-looking!
“What are you going to do next?” Not only was President Yu handsome, his intellect was sharp too. He saw at a glance that Chu Yi had deliberately sent He Zhan away to free himself up.
Chu Yi’s handsome eyes flickered as he cast an appreciative glance at him: “Not just me—us. Follow me.”
Chu Yi wouldn’t possibly leave President Yu in this perilous place. Besides reluctance, he also guessed that President Yu’s Fate Pattern was special—what if something happened to him after he left?
So it was safest to stick with him!
Chu Yi took President Yu’s hand and tugged, but he didn’t budge: “?”
Yu Qingxian glanced at his family. The Yu Patriarch smiled cheerfully, clearly delighted; Big Brother Yu awkwardly looked away; Second Sister Yu watched with teasing eyes… The only one with reservations was Mrs. Yu, but she stayed silent and even held back Father Yu, who wanted to object.
In truth, Father Yu wasn’t someone Mrs. Yu could stop, but he feared death. What if he angered Chu Yi and he stopped protecting his life? Ultimately, his own life mattered most—Father Yu knew how to play it safe too.
Chu Yi: “…”
He touched his nose: “Follow me. I’ll take you all to a safe place. Oh, right—did you bring the Protective Talismans I gave you?”
Everyone in the Yu Family except Father Yu: “We did!”
Even Old Master Zheng and Zheng Yongming nodded. They had bought theirs from Boss Feng, who ran the apothecary—never expecting them to come in handy so soon.
The tacitly ignored Yu Minchen: “…”
If the timing weren’t wrong, he would have declared he was running away from home again! Neither the old nor the young respected him—could he be blamed for seeking warmth outside?
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