Chapter 267 - Revenge Challenge

The next morning, as the golden sunlight streamed in through the window, Ye Fan woke up and, just as he usually would, attempted to leap out of bed.

But suddenly, a pain pulled through his entire body, sending him tumbling back onto the bed, grimacing as he sharply inhaled breaths of cold air.

After the intense pain subsided, Ye Fan examined his body, only to find himself wrapped in white gauze like a mummy.

Last night, he had fought a deadly battle with Dong Ziqi, and his injuries were extensive.

Apart from internal injuries, many parts of his body had been pecked by Dong Ziqi’s crane beak strikes until the muscles were nearly necrotic.

Had he not been treated in time with the secret medicine of the Gulan Martial Arts Hall, there would have been no need for Dong Ziqi to finish him off—He would likely have died from his wounds alone.

“Damn, I almost got planted in the Qinglang Association’s dark gutter.

I can’t believe they actually managed to hire an ancient martial arts expert in the later stages of dark energy,” Ye Fan thought.

“However, from today onwards, the Qinglang Association will no longer exist.”

Last night, after returning to the Gulan Martial Arts Hall and during the healing process, Ye Fan received a call from Lu Chengqiang.

He Youchang and Liu Tianxi had already been assassinated by Lu Chengqiang and Shi Sheng.

With the demise of He Youchang and Liu Tianxi, two of the Qinglang Association’s chiefs, and together with the strategy Ye Fan had laid out openly, it was certain that from last night onwards, the entire Hua Hai city would be engulfed in turmoil for the next few days.

“Dong Ziqi, White Crane Yong Chun Fist, late stage of dark energy, not a native of China,” Ye Fan muttered to himself.

“I’ll definitely get my revenge personally!”

After a while, a ‘tap tap’ knocking on the door could be heard from outside.

“Come in,” Ye Fan called out, turning his head towards the door.

The door opened, and in walked a beautiful woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in a plain white robe.

The woman carried herself with a gentle, elegant demeanor, her pretty face dignified, her bright eyes expressing kindness, with an oval face and phoenix eyes, a delicate nose and a spot of red on her lips.

Her shiny black hair was done up in an antiquated hairstyle.

It was none other than Lin Yuehua.

Lin Yuehua entered carrying a wooden tray, on which rested a porcelain bowl with a blue and white design.

Steam wafted from the bowl, filling the room with a medicinal fragrance.

“Haha, good morning,” Ye Fan greeted Lin Yuehua with a smile.

Lin Yuehua didn’t respond, simply casting him a glance before walking straight to the bedside.

She carefully placed the tray on the nightstand.

“Time for your medicine,” Lin Yuehua said expressionlessly, then helped Ye Fan up and began feeding him the medicinal soup.

After feeding Ye Fan the medicine, Lin Yuehua no longer paid any attention to him and turned to leave with the tray holding the empty bowl.

“Wait a minute!” Ye Fan called out.

Lin Yuehua turned back, looking at Ye Fan without speaking, waiting for him to speak.

Ye Fan smiled and said, “Thank you for treating my wounds last night.

I am immensely grateful.”

It turned out that after Gu Mingshuang saved Ye Fan and brought him back to the Gulan Martial Arts Hall, although Gu Mingshuang used inner strength to treat Ye Fan’s internal injuries, the skin wounds caused by Dong Ziqi’s crane pecking were treated by Lin Yuehua.

Dong Ziqi’s crane pecks were very powerful.

Although they had not hit any vital acupoints, every struck area swelled up red and dark, the muscles nearly necrotic.

In a modern hospital, such wounds would have been almost beyond saving.

It would require someone with inner strength to knead and unblock the blood flow around the wounds, then apply a secret wound ointment to prevent the muscles from truly necrosing and worsening.

Last night, it was Lin Yuehua, who had only recently entered the dark energy phase, who tired herself out treating those external wounds for half the night for Ye Fan.

Ye Fan had thought that even if Lin Yuehua did not kick him out of the Gulan Martial Arts Hall, she would at least ignore him completely.

Never did he expect Lin Yuehua to go to such lengths to treat his ghastly wounds, which left him both surprised and grateful.

So, Ye Fan’s words of thanks came from a place of sincere gratitude.

However, Lin Yuehua’s face remained cold as she said, “Once you’ve recovered, leave the martial arts hall immediately.”

Ye Fan gave a wry smile, surprised that Lin Yuehua took the previous misunderstandings so much to heart.

“Haha, regardless of how deep your misunderstandings are, I will remember your act of healing with gratitude for the rest of my life,” Ye Fan said earnestly.

After a moment of silent expressionlessness, Lin Yuehua sniffed and remarked, “Who needs your gratitude.”

After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.

Ye Fan quickly called out, “Wait!”

Lin Yuehua stopped in her tracks but didn’t turn around, keeping her back to Ye Fan.

“Sorry to trouble you, but could you please get my cell phone for me?

I can’t move right now,” Ye Fan said.

Lin Yuehua turned around, picked up Ye Fan’s cell phone from the table, and handed it to him.

Ye Fan took the phone and smiled, “Thank you.”

Lin Yuehua snorted lightly.

“Hehe, I’ve noticed you’ve become quite a bit prettier since last time,” Ye Fan suddenly said.

Lin Yuehua was taken aback, and it took her a moment to recover.

Her pretty face as cold as frost, she huffed, “You frivolous man!”

After saying that, she immediately turned around and quickly walked out of the room.

Ye Fan watched Lin Yuehua’s graceful figure leave through the door and bitterly smiled, “To think I’d be called a flirt for speaking the truth.”

Then, he turned his attention to the cell phone in his hand.

Turning on the phone, Ye Fan entered a landline number from the capital city and dialed out.

After almost a full ring, the call finally connected.

“Hello, I am Zhuo Junwu,” a strong and authoritative elderly voice came from the phone.

The voice wasn’t loud, but very clear, as if speaking face-to-face.

Ye Fan respectfully said, “Master, it’s Ye Fan.”

“Fan’er?” the elderly voice from the phone said with a hint of surprise.

“Your voice sounds weak and short of breath.

Have you suffered internal injuries?”

“Master sees clearly, I have indeed been severely injured,” Ye Fan said.

“Who?

Who dared to injure you!” The authoritative voice from the phone immediately conveyed hidden anger.

Ye Fan said, “It was a middle-aged man named Dong Ziqi, who practices White Crane Yong Chun Fist and is in the late stages of dark energy cultivation.

He’s not a citizen of our country, but he speaks our language very fluently, indistinguishable from a native speaker.”

Ye Fan recounted what had happened and then added, “Master, I’m unfamiliar with the martial arts world.

Could you help me find out where this Dong Ziqi is from?”

“This Dong Ziqi dares to injure you for money, willingly becoming a criminal society assassin.

As your master, I will definitely bring him to light!” Zhuo Junwu said in a grave tone.

Ye Fan said, “Thank you, Master.

I plan to avenge this matter myself.

Next year, on the second day of the second lunar month, isn’t the triennial Overseas Ancient Martial Arts Kinship Conference being held?

I plan to participate, hoping to encounter Dong Ziqi during the martial arts contest at the conference.”

It turns out that as people from our country moved abroad, the number of overseas descendants and expatriates became vast, and they brought ancient martial arts with them.

In fact, in the overseas Chinese circles, because life was tough abroad in the previous years, people needed to be strong to defend themselves, making the overseas ancient martial arts community as prosperous as it was domestically.

However, even though there were many ancient martial arts practitioners overseas, they were scattered across the globe, making exchanges inconvenient.

Hence, the Overseas Ancient Martial Arts Kinship Conference was held every three years.

The conference was usually held in Honolulu, Hawaii, or on some island in Southeast Asia.

The main purpose of the Overseas Ancient Martial Arts Kinship Conference was to promote the exchange and unity of the ancient martial arts community.

Of course, the resolution of grudges between martial arts masters was also held at the conference, presided over by highly respected elder martial artists.

“Next year’s Overseas Ancient Martial Arts Kinship Conference?

There’s only half a year left, are you sure you can defeat that Dong Ziqi?” Zhuo Junwu asked, “After all, he is currently two levels above you.”

“I have full confidence I will win!” Ye Fan said firmly.

“Haha, good!

Worthy of being my student, Zhuo Junwu’s most valued pupil,” Zhuo Junwu laughed heartily.

“Don’t worry, as soon as I find out Dong Ziqi’s sect, I’ll immediately challenge them to a duel on your behalf!”