Ye Guyi: *I Don't Think He's Much of a Fighter*

Sun Yu saw Wang Chen and Ye Guyi both leave and stomped his feet furiously.

Having bottled up a stomachful of anger, Sun Yu looked around before venting it directly on his family's guards.

"Useless! You're all useless! Wang Chen threatened you once, and you all became too scared to move!!"

"My Sun Family raised you to eat free meals?!"

"You're all cowards! The moment you meet someone tough, you turn into quails! What use are you?"

The guards who were being berated stood where they were, letting the words go in one ear and out the other.

They were all Three-Ring Soul Elders, and some of them had even reached the Soul Ancestor level. Although they were guards of the Sun Family, they were not the Sun Family's slaves.

The Sun Family paid them, and they provided the labor. Dealing with minor characters was one thing, but making them oppose Wang Chen, the young master of a Marquis family, was something they absolutely would not do.

After all, how much money is your Sun Family paying us? You expect us to risk our lives opposing the young master of a marquis's residence?

The Wang Family's strength was not something the Sun Family could compare with. Sun Yu was the son of a Count, and behind that Count stood the First Prince, Xu Tianran, so he had nothing to fear from Wang Chen.

But if Wang Chen wanted to deal with these little guards, he would definitely show no mercy. When that happened, could the Sun Family protect them?

The guards saw the situation as clearly as a mirror, so they let Sun Yu curse and rant as he pleased.

Seeing that the guards were all enduring the insults without reacting at all, Sun Yu grew angrier the more he cursed. In the end, he kicked one of them directly in the chest.

Sun Yu was still young, only fourteen, but his cultivation was not weak. He was a genuine Soul Elder-level soul master.

Although he had not used Martial Soul Possession, the force behind his kick was still considerable. The kick sent the guard rolling three times across the ground.

The guard who had been kicked grimaced in pain, and anger began to rise in his heart.

Although he was only a Three-Ring Soul Elder and Second-Rank Soul Engineer with mediocre cultivation and limited strength, there were plenty of places willing to take him in so he could make a living.

Why should he endure this humiliation in the Sun Family for a few lousy coins? He immediately said, "Young Master Sun, your family's demands are too high. This humble one isn't strong enough for the work anymore."

Sun Yu's anger flared even higher when he heard that. He immediately shouted at the guards before him, "Get out! All of you, get out!"

The guards looked at one another. In the end, they all left, clearly unwilling to continue working for the Sun Family.

Watching the departing guards, Sun Yu cursed inwardly, These guards recruited from outside don't have the slightest loyalty. They're all freeloaders who shirk their duties and draw their wages. They can't be entrusted with anything important.

Sun Yu could do nothing about it. His Sun Family had risen too recently. It was only after his father, Sun Jing, became a Soul Sage that the family began to rise, so most of their guards had been hired from outside.

They could not compare with the great families and powerful forces that had loyal followers trained from childhood, not to mention their countless direct and collateral clan members. The difference was simply too enormous.

But those things could only be accumulated over time. They were impossible to accomplish in a short period.

With no guards left to vent his anger on, Sun Yu began shouting curses at Wang Chen's departing back.

"You damned little bastard! How dare you steal my woman! Just you wait! Once the First Prince, Xu Tianran, takes the throne and the Wang Family falls, let's see how I settle the score with you!"

After muttering insults about Wang Chen behind his back and venting his emotions, Sun Yu regained his composure.

Sun Yu's face darkened as he frowned, countless thoughts surging through his mind.

Wang Chen—just from his features, I can tell that nine times out of ten, he's a womanizer and a lecher. I don't even need to guess what he's thinking. He must have seen how pretty Yiyi is and wants to court her.

No, I can't just sit around and wait. Although I hate to admit it, Wang Chen is indeed quite handsome, has some talent, and even has a more powerful background than mine. If I let him pursue Yiyi, I'll definitely lose.

Sun Yu racked his brains, trying to figure out how to stop Wang Chen from pursuing Ye Guyi.

In the end, he came up with a good idea: go to the Hongchen Family and tell them that Wang Chen was spending time with another woman.

Sun Yu had heard that Miss Meng Hongchen of the Hongchen Family liked Wang Chen. Once she learned about this, she definitely would not allow Wang Chen to get close to other women.

Thinking that his plan was brilliant, Sun Yu bared his teeth in a grin. "Wang Chen, you want to court Yiyi? With me here, you can forget about it!"

Sun Yu then hurried toward the Hongchen Family.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Ye Guyi was walking toward the Ordinary Alliance Stronghold, feeling extremely happy.

That disgusting pest, Sun Yu, had tormented her for the past year. Today, she had encountered a kindhearted person who had helped her and thoroughly taught Sun Yu a lesson. She had finally vented her anger.

Even if Sun Yu came looking for trouble afterward in a fit of rage, Ye Guyi was not afraid.

Her aunt, Zhao Yurou, was a powerful Soul Sage. She had no reason to fear Sun Yu's father.

If she had not had Aunt Zhao Yurou supporting her, Ye Guyi believed that Sun Yu's methods would have been even more despicable and disgusting.

After venting her anger, Ye Guyi walked with light steps, feeling as though even the air had become fresher.

As she walked, Ye Guyi recalled Wang Chen's appearance and thought, I left in such a hurry just now that I seem to have forgotten to tell that person my name.

Oh no, Ye Guyi, you're really careless. Forget it. If I didn't tell him, then I didn't tell him. If we're fated to meet again, I can tell him next time.

Still, the person who helped me was quite handsome. But he already has a girlfriend.

After learning that Wang Chen had a girlfriend, Ye Guyi did not feel anything in particular. Although she was grateful to Wang Chen for helping her escape Sun Yu's harassment, they had only met once and were complete strangers. Naturally, she felt no disappointment.

Ye Guyi was an extremely proud girl, and possessing an Angel Martial Soul gave her ample reason to be proud.

She did not place too much importance on appearance. Compared with looks, she valued strength, talent, wisdom, and character more.

She had even already decided what she wanted in a future boyfriend.

First, he absolutely could not be weaker than her. Otherwise, if she fought Evil Soul Masters in the future, not only would her boyfriend be unable to help her, he might even hold her back, which would be troublesome.

Ye Guyi hoped that the man she married in the future would be an indomitable, peerless powerhouse.

Perhaps only a man like that could conquer Ye Guyi's proud heart.

Although Wang Chen was very handsome, when Ye Guyi looked at his refined, pampered appearance, she felt that he did not seem much of a fighter.

Ye Guyi soon arrived at the Ordinary Alliance Stronghold.

On the surface, this Ordinary Alliance Stronghold was a luxurious hotel, but underground it was a base where the Ordinary Alliance trained beautiful female assassins.

As one of Mingdu's three great underground forces, the Ordinary Alliance was involved in far more than the entertainment and sex industries. The beautiful female assassins it trained were equally famous.

Ye Guyi entered the luxurious hotel with practiced ease before going through a secret door. From there, she entered the underground area beneath the hotel.

Before long, Ye Guyi entered an elegantly decorated room.

After entering, Ye Guyi discovered that her aunt, Zhao Yurou, was not there, and she could not help feeling puzzled.

Normally, Aunt Zhao Yurou would be here at this time. Why was she absent today? Had something happened?

Ye Guyi could not help becoming worried. After her parents died, Aunt Zhao Yurou had taken care of her in every possible way. To Ye Guyi, she was like a second mother.

Just as Ye Guyi was becoming increasingly anxious, a charming middle-aged beauty who looked to be in her thirties entered the room.

The middle-aged woman's face was exceptionally beautiful. She had large eyes, double eyelids, and a melon-seed-shaped face. Her figure was curvaceous, her skin fair, and long black wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Although the passage of time had left faint crow's-feet at the corners of her eyes and made her skin less elastic than a young person's, it did not diminish her beauty.

This person was Zhao Yurou, a high-ranking Soul Sage of the Ordinary Alliance. However, her face was somewhat pale, and she seemed to have suffered an injury.

Seeing Zhao Yurou's pale face, Ye Guyi immediately asked with concern, "Aunt Zhao, what happened to you?"

Zhao Yurou waved her hand. "It's nothing. A few days ago, I joined forces with experts from the Aodu Merchant Guild to fight the Xishui Alliance. I suffered a minor injury, but I'm fine now."

Ye Guyi said worriedly, "Aunt Zhao, you should go rest."

Zhao Yurou rubbed Ye Guyi's little head affectionately. "There's nothing wrong with Auntie's body. You don't need to worry about me. As a Soul Sage, I'm not that fragile."

Zhao Yurou then began teaching Ye Guyi. As a Soul Sage, Zhao Yurou possessed a vast store of knowledge, and she was also a Seventh-Rank Soul Engineer.

The reason Zhao Yurou treated Ye Guyi so well was that Ye Guyi's parents had once saved her life. Without them, she would have died long ago. In addition, she had no children of her own, and by now she regarded Ye Guyi as her daughter.

An hour later, Zhao Yurou finished teaching everything she had planned for the day. Afterward, she asked with concern, "Guyi, has anything been troubling you lately? Do you have any problems with your cultivation? Remember to tell Auntie if you do. Don't be afraid of bothering me."

Ye Guyi smiled. "You know my only trouble, Aunt Zhao. It's Sun Yu constantly pestering me.

"But today, when he was harassing me, a kindhearted person came to my rescue.

"Aunt Zhao, you should have seen how funny Sun Yu looked when he was so angry he nearly vomited blood."

Zhao Yurou immediately became curious. She asked Ye Guyi, "What happened? Tell Auntie everything."

Ye Guyi nodded and described in detail everything that had happened moments earlier.

After hearing it, Zhao Yurou fell into thought. Wang Chen—the Wang Family of the Marquis Ying Residence?

Zhao Yurou did not think much of it. She treated it as nothing more than two nobles fighting among themselves. At most, two noble youths had found Ye Guyi beautiful and wanted to pursue her.

Zhao Yurou then asked about Ye Guyi's cultivation.

Ye Guyi said, "My cultivation has been going smoothly lately. My Soul Power has reached level thirty-two. I estimate that I can break through to the Soul Ancestor realm at forty levels when I'm fourteen.

"Reaching level sixty and becoming a Soul Emperor before twenty shouldn't be a problem. If I can kill more Evil Soul Masters to increase my cultivation, I might even break through to the Soul Sage realm before turning twenty."

Although Ye Guyi looked like a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl, she was actually only twelve, just a few months older than Wang Chen.

When Zhao Yurou heard Ye Guyi mention hunting Evil Soul Masters to increase her cultivation, her expression became stern. She said to Ye Guyi, "Guyi, Auntie doesn't oppose you hunting Evil Soul Masters to increase your cultivation. After all, those Evil Soul Masters are beasts who don't deserve to be called human.

"But now is absolutely not the time. You're still too weak. Once the Evil Soul Masters learn that your Martial Soul is an Angel, they will stop at nothing to kill you before you can mature.

"So if you want to hunt Evil Soul Masters to increase your cultivation, you must at least wait until you break through to the Soul Sage realm. By then, with the power of your Angel Martial Soul and its suppression of Evil Soul Masters,

"even an Evil Soul Master at the Titled Douluo level might not be your match. At that point, you can do as you please beneath the vast heavens.

"But before then, you must conceal yourself well. You cannot expose your identity."

Ye Guyi obediently nodded after hearing this, knowing that Aunt Zhao was only saying it for her own good.

Looking at Ye Guyi's delicate, pretty face, Zhao Yurou could faintly see the shadow of an old friend.

Zhao Yurou said regretfully, "Your talent is even greater than your parents'. Unfortunately, Auntie's abilities are limited, and I can't provide you with the best training. Otherwise, your cultivation would be even higher now."

Ye Guyi hugged Zhao Yurou's arm after hearing that. "Aunt Zhao, what are you saying? If you say things like that again, I'll ignore you."

Zhao Yurou affectionately stroked Ye Guyi's smooth golden hair. The two of them looked just like mother and daughter, their figures radiating harmony.

The two chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, noon had arrived.

They ate a sumptuous lunch together, after which someone from the Ordinary Alliance came to find Zhao Yurou.

As a high-ranking member of the Ordinary Alliance, Zhao Yurou had many daily affairs to handle and naturally could not stay with Ye Guyi forever.

Ye Guyi was also very understanding. She waved goodbye to Zhao Yurou reluctantly.

Watching Ye Guyi's departing back, Zhao Yurou could not help recalling the scene of her battle with the experts of the Xishui Alliance.

The foul-smelling blood, the wails of souls, the sinister aura—without a doubt, they had been Evil Soul Masters.

The Xishui Alliance... This underground organization had risen rapidly over the past few years and possessed terrifying strength. Yet it actually contained Evil Soul Masters.

Did the Xishui Alliance's leader, Shangguan Wei'er, know that Evil Soul Masters were among them? Did the great nobles behind the Ordinary Alliance know? Did the emperor of the Sun and Moon Empire know?

What did those powerful figures think of Evil Soul Masters? Were they deliberately indulging them, or was there some unknown cooperation?

Zhao Yurou shook her head, knowing that she could not continue thinking about it.

The secrets involved were certain to be astonishing. They were not something a mere Soul Sage like her should investigate. If she continued probing, she would certainly put herself in grave danger.

Zhao Yurou thought, Guyi's Angel Martial Soul absolutely cannot be exposed. If it is exposed... sigh...

A sigh echoed through the room, lingering without end.

The Hongchen Family.

Jing Hongchen listened to the report delivered by the butler and raised an eyebrow.

That boy Wang Chen is courting another woman? What a stroke of luck!

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Mu Qingping looked down at the pale hand gripping his sleeve.

"If you're not going to let go, don't blame me for being unpolished."

Gu Zuo squeezed even tighter. "Brother, look at that!"

Mu Qingping followed his line of sight toward the center of the martial arts arena.

A lone figure stood amid the shattered flagstones, the blade in his hand still dripping with fresh, dark blood. Around him lay the broken bodies of three elite disciples, none of them breathing.

The surrounding crowd fell into a chilling silence. No one dared to step forward, even though the victor was clearly swaying on his feet, battered and near his limit.

"He's at the end of his rope," Mu Qingping murmured, his gaze sharpening.

"That's why we need to move now," Gu Zuo whispered urgently, pulling on his sleeve again. "Before someone else takes the bounty."

Mu Qingping didn't answer immediately. He weighed the risk against the reward, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his own sword.

The wind swept across the arena, carrying the heavy stench of copper and dust. Without another word, he leaped forward, cutting through the heavy air like a falling star.