Ask Wudang Chapter 240

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With Xiyu’s matter preliminarily settled, Ye Qingfeng’s plan to take Black Stone for his own use had completed its first step.

Next, he naturally wouldn’t wait for Black Stone to come knocking; taking the initiative was the best strategy.

According to the location provided by Xiyu, Ye Qingfeng quickly found Chen’s Oil Mill.

Looking at this ordinary shop, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but feel a little emotional. He really couldn’t imagine that a eunuch in the imperial court could recruit a group of jianghu assassins, calling themselves the dark cornerstone of the court, secretly determining the appointments of officials throughout the land.

This made him realize once again the harm of eunuchs wielding power.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t dwell on this issue much and stepped directly into the oil mill.

The owner of this oil shop, on the surface, did business selling oil, but secretly, he was a big shot for Black Stone, managing their finances and the roster of officials in the world. He was known as Fat Chen. When Ye Qingfeng walked into the shop, Fat Chen was organizing account books.

Because Ye Qingfeng’s martial arts were too high, Fat Chen didn’t notice anyone had intruded until he stood in front of him.

Without thinking much, Fat Chen immediately exclaimed, “Who is it?”

As soon as the exclamation fell, he had already sprung to the corner of the wall, his eyes fixed on Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly and said, “Boss Chen, it seems your business is truly thriving.”

Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s figure and face clearly, Fat Chen was surprised and asked in a deep voice, “Who are you, sir?”

Ye Qingfeng still had a faint smile on his face: “You don’t need to know who I am, I’m just here today to ask you for a favor.”

Fat Chen was about to ask what favor, when he suddenly saw the Water-Splitting Sword in Ye Qingfeng’s hand, his pupils immediately contracted, and he exclaimed, “How is the Water-Splitting Sword in your hand? You… you’ve already killed Xiyu?”

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly, “What do you think?”

Fat Chen’s face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, “So, the Bodhidharma’s remains also fell into your hands?”

Ye Qingfeng nodded and said, “That’s right.”

Upon confirmation, Fat Chen couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart, and a bad premonition arose. As a member of Black Stone, how could he not be clear about Xiyu’s martial arts style? It could be said without exaggeration that among all of Black Stone, only the Wheel King surpassed Xiyu in martial arts. Although he didn’t know why Xiyu chose to take the Bodhidharma’s remains and betray Black Stone after killing Zhang Haiduan, it was now clear that Xiyu was dead, killed by the person in front of him, and even the Water-Splitting Sword had been taken by him.

From this, it could be seen that the martial arts of the person in front of him must be above Xiyu’s.

And for this person to suddenly seek him out, how could it be for anything good?

After several turns of thought, Fat Chen realized he had no other options. He could only force out an ugly smile and say with a flattering tone, “May I ask what favor you need from me, Old Chen? As long as I can do it, I will definitely not hesitate.”

“It’s simple, I want you to be mine.”

When Ye Qingfeng said this, he was smiling, and his tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

His words, however, made Fat Chen stiffen, and his ugly smile also cooled down. As the Grand Manager of Black Stone, Fat Chen’s status was second only to the Wheel King, and he could be said to be above tens of thousands of people, with many high officials in the underground world relying on him. Now, Ye Qingfeng actually said such insulting words to him, how could he endure it?

“Sir, by amusing me, Old Chen, like this, aren’t you perhaps looking down on our Black Stone?”

Fat Chen said this, intending to use the prestige of Black Stone to back him up against Ye Qingfeng.

However, the prestige of Black Stone might work for others, but it was completely useless against Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng still smiled, saying, “Indeed, I don’t take Black Stone seriously.”

Since things had reached this point, it was already a complete breakdown. Fat Chen immediately sneered, “Those who underestimated Black Stone have all gone to report to the King of Hell. Let me see how much you’re truly worth.”

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly moved, darting to the west wall of the room with a speed unbefitting his figure. Then, he casually drew the treasured sword hanging on the wall and thrust it backhand towards Ye Qingfeng’s heart.

This sword strike was extremely fast, fierce, and accurate, showing quite decent swordsmanship. However, this “decent” was only relative; in front of Ye Qingfeng, it was utterly insufficient. Before Fat Chen’s longsword could reach him, Ye Qingfeng suddenly waved his right hand. The Water-Splitting Sword in his hand didn’t even leave its scabbard; he simply struck it out, scabbard and all, directly confronting Fat Chen’s sword edge.

The two swords clashed with a “clang,” and Fat Chen immediately felt a tremendous force assault him, like an overwhelming flood or a mountain pressing down. It instantly vibrated his tiger’s mouth until it burst open, and he could no longer hold the longsword in his hand.

“Clink, clink, clink!”

With a few more soft clinks, the longsword fell to the ground, its blade broken into three or four pieces.

The Water-Splitting Sword was cast from rare exotic iron, thin as a cicada’s wing, soft as silk, and weighing only two or three jin. However, Ye Qingfeng’s strike with the scabbard unleashed a force of no less than a thousand jin, not only bursting Fat Chen’s tiger’s mouth but also shattering the longsword in his hand inch by inch. From this, one could see the depth of Ye Qingfeng’s internal power.

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Actually, Ye Qingfeng’s strike was an application of the “unrivaled wooden sword” among the five realms of swordsmanship. When one cultivates to this level, their strength becomes such that even something as light as a feather can exert a force of thousands of jin, truly a divine skill.

Against this move, Fat Chen’s face turned ashen, and he was plunged into immense shock.

All along, Fat Chen had been very confident in his swordsmanship.

He even believed that within Black Stone, besides the Wheel King and Xiyu, he could absolutely be called the third-best swordsman, and even the other two ace assassins, Lei Bin and Lian Sheng, might not be his match. However, against Ye Qingfeng, he couldn’t even last a single move, and the opponent didn’t even draw his sword, just a casual strike, yet it made him lose all ability to resist. He could even imagine that if Ye Qingfeng truly wanted to kill him, he would probably be a corpse by now.

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“Should I compromise or not?”

At this moment, facing Ye Qingfeng’s almost joking request, Fat Chen was caught in a fierce internal struggle.

If he compromised, it would be tantamount to betraying Black Stone, and he knew all too well the fate of a traitor. But if he didn’t agree, the broken sword on the ground would probably be his fate, and he didn’t want to die like that.

Fat Chen’s face kept changing, and after several shifts, it finally settled. Then, he was heard to say, “Master’s martial arts are profound, Old Chen is convinced. From now on, I am Master’s dog. Master tells me to bite whom, I bite whom.”

He made this choice out of helplessness, as the situation was stronger than him.

However, his ability to make such a choice also reflected his consistent style of handling affairs.

In fact, the reason why Fat Chen, despite possessing superb swordsmanship, had always remained obscure was not because he was feigning weakness, but because he was afraid of being the first bird to be shot. It was precisely because he feared death that he had always been so low-key.

Now that his life was in danger, how could he still care about the Wheel King? Saving his life was the most important thing.

Ye Qingfeng nodded in satisfaction and said, “As the ancient saying goes, ‘A wise man submits to circumstances.’ You are indeed a wise man. Don’t worry, you will certainly not regret this choice in the future; on the contrary, you will feel greatly fortunate.”

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