Ye Haochuan and Zhao Bingqian battled until nightfall, Zhao Bingqian was like a broken rag, with no strength left at all.
Ye Haochuan tenderly kissed Zhao Bingqian’s forehead; this little lass was quite daring, trying all sorts of positions, truly making it hard for one to stop.
After sending Zhao Bingqian ho, Ye Haochuan didn’t leave but instead slept embracing Zhao Ruqian for the night.
As a soon-to-be mother, eight months pregnant, Zhao Ruqian’s big belly had seriously affected her sleep quality. But for so reason, with Ye Haochuan by her side, she slept soundly that night.
Early the next morning, Ye Haochuan got up early to prepare breakfast for the won, only then reluctantly departing.
He really wanted to spend more ti with them, especially the pregnant Zhao Ruqian. But he couldn’t, with so many worries weighing him down.
He could only resolve secretly to visit them more often when he had the ti.
Upon leaving Zhao Bingqian’s ho, Ye Haochuan imdiately went to where Horton was.
After he returned from rescuing Lin Qingxuan last ti, he had asked this young priest to try communicating with the Chief God. Now, so much ti had passed, and he wondered if Horton succeeded.
This concerned Lin Qingxuan’s life, and Ye Haochuan had to take it seriously.
Just arriving at Horton’s door, Ye Haochuan heard cheers from inside: "I did it, I finally beca a Middle Level Priest, ha-ha, I finally have a Chief God!"
"Succeeded?" Hearing this, Ye Haochuan was delighted and quickly opened the door to inquire.
At that mont, Horton looked exhausted, unkempt with a scruffy beard, completely different from the handso young man he once was.
However, his eyes shone with a golden light, the biggest distinction now between him and a beggar.
Upon seeing Ye Haochuan, Horton’s expression beca sowhat restrained, but he couldn’t hide the joy within him, saying, "Master, I’ve really succeeded!"
"That’s great, quickly communicate with the Chief God, see if soone else can replace Lin Qingxuan as the Divine Sacrifice?" Ye Haochuan said urgently.
"Okay!" Horton quickly responded, then sat cross-legged, holding the Holy Bead in his palm, muttering quickly as if speaking to the bead.
This process lasted a full ten minutes, and after ten minutes, Horton regretfully opened his eyes and said to Ye Haochuan, "The Chief God did not respond, perhaps hasn’t heard my prayers."
Ye Haochuan looked disappointed, but he knew those who claim to be Chief Gods are extrely arrogant beings. To them, these priests are like ants.
If they’re in a good mood, they might respond to these priests. If not, even if they clearly hear the prayers, they might ignore them.
With this, Ye Haochuan had no other choice but to tell Horton to pray constantly and notify him imdiately upon receiving any news.
Leaving Horton, Ye Haochuan originally wanted to visit Kou Jing and Chen Yushan, but unexpectedly received a phone call. Judging by the na, it was from Zhang Ziyi.
This girl said last ti she was going to Shennongjia for sketching, who knows what she ca up with?
"Ziyi dear, missing ?" Connecting the call, Ye Haochuan joked.
Who would have thought, a male voice ca from the other side: "Little Ye, it’s Ziyi’s father, Zhang Zhenguo..."
Ye Haochuan felt a bit awkward on his face, quickly corrected himself: "Hello Uncle, is there anything wrong?"
He and Zhang Zhenguo didn’t have much contact before; the only ti was when Zhenguo planned to marry Zhang Ziyi off to that old fellow Zheng Guangming.
Zhang Zhenguo contacting him should be about Zhang Ziyi, unlikely for any other reason.
"Little Ye, it’s Ziyi... sothing happened!" Zhang Zhenguo said with a heavy tone.
"What happened?" Ye Haochuan’s heart suddenly tensed, asking urgently.
"A month ago, Ziyi went with classmates and her ntor to Shennongjia for sketching..." Zhang Zhenguo explained the situation to Ye Haochuan as detailed as possible.
Just like Zhang Ziyi told Ye Haochuan, she went along with her ntor and several graduate students to Shennongjia for sketching. The trip lasted nearly half a month.
Initially, everything was fine, but later, after going out, only Zhang Ziyi returned to the hotel all ssy and dirty.
Seeing this, the hotel staff naturally asked if she’d encountered any accident.
But Zhang Ziyi seed soulless, dazed, not answering the staff’s questions, only repeatedly muttering the word "coffin."
The staff felt sothing was wrong and, combined with the fact that the others hadn’t returned, reported to the police.
The police followed leads to the spot where Zhang Ziyi and others were sketching, but found no trace of those graduate students or the ntor.
As the only one safely returned, Zhang Ziyi quickly beca the focus of police inquiries. After notifying Zhang Zhenguo and his wife, she was brought back to the police station.
"With such urgency, why tell now?" Ye Haochuan’s tone carried a trace of anger.
"Initially, I didn’t think it was any major event. Though strange, Ziyi was fine; it’s not as if Ziyi made them disappear, so the police would at most ask questions and then release her!"
Zhang Zhenguo said, sowhat regretful, "Who knew, yesterday the police called, saying Ziyi suddenly beca critically ill. The best doctors in town couldn’t figure out what’s wrong with her. Little Ye, hearing about your dical skills, you must save Ziyi!"
"Alright, I’ll head back to Haishan imdiately!"
Ye Haochuan readily agreed, instantly released the Flying Sword, flying towards Haishan.
In less than half an hour, Ye Haochuan appeared at the hospital Zhang Zhenguo ntioned.
Zhang Zhenguo and his wife were pacing anxiously in the hallway. Seeing Ye Haochuan arrive, Zhang Zhenguo said tearfully, "Little Ye, you finally ca. A mont later and you might not have seen Ziyi!"
Hearing this, Ye Haochuan frowned deeply, quickly looking into the ward through the glass.
Inside the ward, Zhang Ziyi’s face was pallid to the extre, her breathing weak, seemingly on the brink of dying.
Several doctors in white coats surrounded her bed, employing various ergency rescue thods.
Anxious at heart, Ye Haochuan couldn’t care less, kicked the door open.
"Who are you? Such recklessness, if the patient suffers anything, can you take responsibility?" a doctor shouted angrily.
"Get away!" Ye Haochuan didn’t want to waste words with them, shouted directly, then rushed to Zhang Ziyi’s bed, removing all the monitoring and rescue equipnt from her.
"What are you doing? Security, quickly escort this person out, don’t hinder our rescue!" a loud voice shouted.
As he finished speaking, two burly security guards rushed in from outside.
"Out!" Ye Haochuan exclaid softly, a thread of spiritual energy released, turning into a gale, sweeping the security guards and all doctors and nurses out of the ward.
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