The Ye Qiu who killed the Blood Demon Path man turned out to be a creation of spiritual power. This kind of attack originated from Pom’s Supre Knight; Ye Qiu was inspired by it and thus created another version of himself through spiritual power.
When the Blood Demon Path man suddenly saw another Ye Qiu, he would inevitably be bewildered. Taking advantage of this gap, Ye Qiu skillfully struck again, directly sending the opponent to his end.
In Wang Lin’s eyes, a divine being was easily taken down by Ye Qiu. Before, Wang Lin was confident that as long as the divine being made a move, Ye Qiu would be dood for sure. However, he just realized that he still underestimated Ye Qiu. The strength of Ye Qiu was beyond his imagination.
Even a divine being was so weak in front of him.
Wang Lin sat on the ground, knowing that after finishing off the Blood Demon Path man, it would be his turn next.
However, Ye Qiu didn’t imdiately attack him. Instead, he made a move with his hand and threw clothes to the seven or eight won who survived.
The won quickly dressed, and this day’s experience was probably unforgettable for them. If not for Ye Qiu’s appearance, the remaining eight of them would likely have fallen to the Blood Demon Path man’s hands just like their previous sisters.
The eight won were extrely grateful to Ye Qiu and bowed one after another. In their eyes, Ye Qiu was the true Buddha, the real Bodhisattva. The Blood Demon Path man, draped in a monk’s robe with a fat head and big ears, was nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing—cruel and ruthless, using them as practice.
"You all get up now." Ye Qiu raised his hand, and the eight won seed to be lifted by the wind. Then they turned their grateful eyes into hatred when they looked at Wang Lin.
It was all because of this man. Without him, they wouldn’t be here.
In an instant, the eight won bared their fangs and claws, rushing towards Wang Lin. Wang Lin was still imrsed in Ye Qiu’s display of power, his legs weak. When the eight won charged at him, he wanted to stand but found his body betraying him. By the ti he barely stood, the eight won had already pounced on him, knocking him down, leading to a scene of scratching and pulling.
The eight won loathed Wang Lin deeply, yet they were still won and didn’t dare to kill. After a round of revenge, they sat on the ground, crying.
Wang Lin looked miserable, with not a single unmarred spot on him from the won’s revenge, especially the many scratches bleeding on his body.
Ye Qiu thought for a mont and erased the mory of this incident from the eight won with his powerful spiritual power.
"Forget this experience and live well." Ye Qiu sighed; all eight won fell unconscious, this was all he could do for them.
Then, Ye Qiu took Wang Lin out of the temple, placing the won by a tree. Ye Qiu suddenly conjured a fla in his hand, and with a wave, thick smoke billowed from the temple.
He set fire to this temple in disguise, where evil deeds were committed.
Ye Qiu and Wang Lin disappeared. When the eight won woke up, they rembered nothing. The police inquiry revealed nothing.
This incident beca a strange tale in the Capital City.
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Ye Qiu returned to Moonwatch Peak, as for Wang Lin, Ye Qiu eventually did not kill him, allowing him to leave alive.
He wasn’t afraid of Wang Lin continuing to seek revenge. However, witnessing today’s battle, Wang Lin probably didn’t have the nerve to stand against Ye Qiu ever again.
The sky brightened. In a single night, Ye Qiu did so much. As dawn broke, the world began a new day.
Atop Moonwatch Peak, vitality thrived, bathed in the first ray of sunlight.
Ye Qiu sat on a large stone, eyes tightly shut, chest rising and falling as he breathed in and out.
This training lasted for about half an hour. Slowly opening his eyes, Ye Qiu felt that his strength had advanced another step.
Mornings are the best ti for training. Ye Qiu never skipped this pri training opportunity, continuing to practice under the bright dawn.
He practiced sets of martial arts from Tai Chi to Flood Dragon Devil Fist to Eagle Snake Xuan Hand.
Each move, each form, beca more refined and profound after countless repetitions.
Ye Qiu was absorbed in the martial arts, entering a special state.
The security guard watching over the Moonwatch Peak villa saw Ye Qiu practicing with such finesse, he was srized.
"No wonder they say Mr. Ye is a divine being. Being a guard for Mr. Ye is a lifelong blessing for soone like , Niu Ergou." The security guard clenched his fists, full of motivation.
On the third day of Ye Qiu residing at the Moonwatch Peak villa, powerful figures from across the Capital City ca to visit.
Nowadays, Ye Qiu preferred not to be disturbed by worldly matters, and mostly declined to et guests.
Many ca excitedly and left disappointed. Yet, no one dared to speak ill of Ye Qiu. Who was Ye Qiu? In today’s Capital City, he was a legend of his era. Even the Liu, Wang, Ye, and Xu families were half-dismantled by him alone—nobody dared to speak disrespectfully against him, it was akin to asking for death.
The Iron Triangle family returned to its explosive growth, thanks to Ye Qiu’s return. Wang Lin was terrified half to death by Ye Qiu a few days ago and dared not act again. The Liu family had beco history, fragnted. The Ye family, like an old turtle, remained still, uninvolved in any affairs. Only the Xu family remained active, but it didn’t hinder the growth of the Iron Triangle family.
In just a few days, the Iron Triangle family thoroughly replaced the positions of the Liu and Wang families, becoming the most powerful family in the Capital City.
Everyone knew that the Iron Triangle family all served Ye Qiu. With a single word from Ye Qiu, the Iron Triangle family would be his weapon, ready to strike whoever he commanded.
In the Capital City, Ye Qiu’s status exceeded that of the War God-level ancestors of the past; he was the model for the younger generation and the idol for the Capital City’s young heirs to strive toward.
As Moonwatch Peak beca a place frequented by prominent figures of the Capital City, Ye Qiu appeared in a small neighborhood.
He glanced up at the building; he hadn’t been back for nearly half a year.
In the hallway.
Yinyin, carrying a schoolbag, held her mother Fang Sijie’s hand as they descended the stairs together.
This scene happened every day. Although Fang Sijie was busy with work, she personally took Yinyin to and from school.
Now, as Yinyin grew older, she required less of her mother’s care.
"If only Brother Ye Qiu were here. We could go to the park together, visit the amusent park together, cook together, eat together, and then Mom would smile more," Yinyin whispered.
Fang Sijie tapped Yinyin’s head, "You little girl, what are you thinking about all day? Your priority is studying, understand?"
"But I want Brother Ye Qiu to be my dad," Yinyin continued, her eyes shining stubbornly.
Fang Sijie sighed at her daughter’s look, "Your Brother Ye Qiu is very busy, he doesn’t have ti to be a dad to Yinyin."
"But I know Mom likes Brother Ye Qiu, why can’t he be my dad then?"
As the two spoke, they exited the hallway and opened the door. Just as Fang Sijie thought of a rebuttal to Yinyin’s words, suddenly, the little one dashed out.
"Yinyin, why are you running..." Fang Sijie’s gaze followed, and suddenly, she froze.
She saw Yinyin leaping into a man’s embrace, a man who watched her with a smiling face.
The smile was still so familiar.
"You’re back." Fang Sijie’s voice was as quiet as a whisper.
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