Chapter 525: Chapter 0444: Bai Wan’er’s Grievance
Many people around heard the elder’s voice and fell silent.
Long Yuntian had nearly swept across the Huaxia Martial Arts World a few years ago, and the elder War King Warriors could only suppress him with difficulty.
Not to mention, the younger generation.
Yet, Ye Qingfeng defeated Long Yuntian with one hand under everyone’s gaze and killed him with an unmatched sword strike. Who was the victor and who was the loser, perhaps there was already a conclusion.
Ye Qingfeng showed no trace of mercy on his face after killing Long Yuntian.
When Long Yuntian crossed the Southern Ocean to foster his power in Huaxia, he should have been prepared for death.
Survival of the fittest, it is the brave who wins in a narrow encounter. This is the unchanged iron law of the Martial Arts World. If today he was less skilled, it would be he who died, not Long Yuntian.
Under the blazing sun, a gentle breeze was blowing, and Ye Qingfeng’s flowing black medium-length hair fluttered in the wind, adding an extra touch of handsomeness.
He turned his head and suddenly roared, like thunder from the Nine Heavens.
"Where are the people from the Ancient Martial Families?"
With this shout, the people from Trigram Sect, Tai Chi Sect, Eagle Claw Sect, Xingyi Sect, Medicine King Pavilion, and other Ancient Martial Families changed their expressions drastically.
They thought Ye Qingfeng was preparing to settle accounts after the event, planning to turn around and flee.
At that moment, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze had already locked onto the leaders of the Ancient Martial Families. His body expanded, carried by a long trail of water, and he had already landed in front of these people.
"Ah!"
The leading figures of the Ancient Martial Families suddenly stiffened, a chill running from head to toe.
Other experts also trembled slightly, not daring to move recklessly.
With Ye Qingfeng’s arrival, they lost even the courage to flee. They didn’t want to be sliced into nothingness by the immense Sword Qi like Long Yuntian.
"No need to be nervous!" Ye Qingfeng’s gaze was indifferent, without any intention to attack, "I am here to discuss a transaction with you!"
"A transaction?" Many breathed a sigh of relief, puzzled, "I wonder what transaction Mr. Ye wants to discuss with us?"
Ye Qingfeng pointed at the leaders of the Ancient Martial Families, saying calmly, "I want each family head to offer me a hundred medicinal herbs over a hundred years old."
"Of course, the older the better, and I won’t take them for free. I’ll pay double the market price."
"Medicinal herbs over a hundred years old?"
The experts of the Ancient Martial Families exchanged glances, all very surprised, not expecting Ye Qingfeng to say this.
Ye Qingfeng had his own plans as well.
In a few months, he was going to Yanjing, and now he needed to begin cultivating his Taoist Body, naturally needing a huge amount of medicinal herbs.
The more, the better.
Herbs over a hundred years old were already considered rare, and if it were just a dozen, these Ancient Martial Families could bear it.
But a hundred, that would be somewhat damaging.
After all, their own family Martial Artists also needed medicinal herbs.
Especially a female from the Medicine King Pavilion, whose eyes flickered.
These people looked at each other, still unable to make a decision.
They turned back, just to meet Ye Qingfeng’s indifferent gaze, their hearts chilled.
The elder of the Tai Chi Sect stepped forward, cupping his fists to Ye Qingfeng and said, "I, Dou Xiaosheng, on behalf of the Dou Family, agree!"
The elder of the Trigram Sect, Lv Wuxuan, didn’t hesitate either: "My Lv Family, agrees!"
"My Fang Family, agrees!"
"I..."
The Ancient Martial Families bowed and cupped their fists to Ye Qingfeng one by one, representing that from now on, these Ancient Martial Families would work for Ye Qingfeng, at his disposal.
At least, until they gathered the hundreds of medicinal herbs over a hundred years old.
Once this matter was settled, Ye Qingfeng leaped off the boat, walking step by step towards the pleasure boat, his gaze fixed on Bai Wan’er.
Bai Wan’er watched Ye Qingfeng stepping on water towards her, her heart complicated and difficult to understand.
"Pa!"
Ye Qingfeng tapped the water with his toes, leaping lightly, and landed on the bow of the pleasure boat.
Bai Wan’er was no more than a zhang away, her beautiful eyes sparkling, meeting his gaze.
Many Martial Artists were no longer as arrogant as before, quickly standing up with a face full of reverence and fear.
With such an invincible expert like Ye Qingfeng, how could they dare to be arrogant?
The young woman’s beautiful eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, Ye Qingfeng was full of charm, his martial arts unparalleled, and he controlled such a vast power. Her heart was numb, longing dearly to go with him at that moment.
An Ruoqing’s gaze flickered towards Ye Qingfeng, perhaps she should stop having unnecessary thoughts about him in the future.
An Qi retreated even further into a corner, afraid Ye Qingfeng would notice him.
His gaze fell on Bai Wan’er, calmly saying, "You once asked me how many things I was hiding from you, today, I have told you everything at once!"
Through this battle with Long Yuntian, his identity as Mr. Ye in Jiangnan City, and his identity as an exceptionally skilled martial artist, were all revealed to Bai Wan’er.
Bai Wan’er’s face was like a pear blossom bathed in rain, her red lips slightly moving, she softly said, "I really didn’t expect that you would be the ’Mr. Ye’! Because of you, they sealed off the West Lake, the big figure."
"Yes!"
Ye Qingfeng nodded lightly.
Bai Wan’er glanced at Ye Qingfeng’s right hand and said softly, "Our Bai Family is just a stopover for you? Every time you saved me, wasn’t it for my sake, right?"
Hearing this question, Ye Qingfeng pondered slightly before saying, "Whether it is or isn’t, what does it matter?"
Ye Qingfeng was there because of Aunt Fang, otherwise, it was just a place to stay.
How could he not find one?
Bai Wan’er gave a bitter laugh, tears welling up again.
"Ye Qingfeng, Ye Qingfeng, how much do I make you hate me?" She seemed to want to pour out all her grievances.
Her face was full of sadness, a pitiful look that aroused affection, countless men would feel soft-hearted and offer comfort in such a scene.
But Ye Qingfeng remained indifferent.
"These things don’t matter!" he said lightly, "The reason I saved you again and again is because of Aunt Fang’s request. You should thank your mother. As for me, it’s not important!"
Hearing Ye Qingfeng’s answer, Bai Wan’er felt breathless, feeling that she had shed more tears in this month than in the whole past year, never had she felt so hurt and heartbroken, the pain went deep into her bones, deep into her heart.
Before she could speak, Ye Qingfeng continued, "Now that you know my identity, there’s nothing left to hide, I heard the conversation you had with An Ruoqing on the boat earlier."
"If you have any troubles, tell me, I will help you solve them! After that, we may not meet again!"
Ye Qingfeng’s tone was like ten-thousand-year-old ice.
Bai Wan’er gave a self-mocking smile, softly asking, "Again because of my mother?"
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze shifted slightly, still replied, "Correct!"
"Ha!" Upon hearing this reply, Bai Wan’er’s expression suddenly turned stubborn.
She wiped her tears off her face, forcing a smile, "It’s okay, I’m fine, and not in any trouble!"
An Ruoqing felt anxious, about to step forward, but Bai Wan’er stopped her with a look and shook her head.