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Su Ru Hui leaned against Sang Chi Yu, his warm body making Sang Chi Yu stiffen up. He held onto his crutch tightly with his other hand. He pulled Su Ru Hui behind him, using his body to shield him from view, and looked up at Han Ye with eyes as cold as ice.

“No matter what business you have for visiting so late, I’m afraid I cannot let you have your way,” he said.

Han Ye sneered. “Don’t forget, you’re a useless person now. What can you do to stop me from sleeping with your wife?”

Sang Chi Yu’s face remained expressionless. He took a dark red tube-shaped object out of his pocket with one hand, opened the cap, and a bright red light with a sharp whistling sound shot straight up into the sky, exploding in a circle of light rain. Seeing this thing, Han Ye’s face changed.

Sang Chi Yu said coldly, “Although I am a useless person, I still have friends. There are ten people within the Kun Lun Secret Sect who possess the power to teleport and arrive in places in an instant. Once this arrow is shot, the Kun Lun Secret Sect will come. Ten against one; you have no chance of winning. It takes five breaths to activate the spiritual power, and conservatively speaking, you have ten breaths to leave.”

Han Ye’s smile disappeared, and his eyes were filled with anger. Sang Chi Yu grew up in the Kun Lun Secret Sect and even though he was expelled, he must have many acquaintances. Han Ye didn’t dare to underestimate him. He turned his gaze to the person behind Sang Chi Yu, who was peeking out. He took out a letter from his waist pouch and said with a sinister smile, “Sang Chi Yu, your good wife accused me of having ulterior motives, but I am innocent. He invited me to a meeting under the moon, but he backed out at the last minute. This letter is the evidence. ‘Waiting for you under the west room, with the half-opened the door. You are right – the Jiang family is evil. I will wait quietly for you.’ You can see for yourself.”

He tossed the letter, and it fluttered like a butterfly made of gold and landed at Sang Chi Yu’s feet.

Su Ru Hui: “…”

Han Ye, this little bastard, was probably infuriated and forgot that A Qi’s task was to gather intelligence. He was trying to create a rift between him and Sang Chi Yu. How was he supposed to gather information this way? The evidence of Jiang Que Xie’s infidelity was right in front of them. Sang Chi Yu had been tricked and betrayed by his wife. The original body’s actions were being blamed on Su Ru Hui, causing him to feel exasperated.

Sang Chi Yu remained calm and said, “My heart belongs to another, and I will seek another lover. I do not blame you, nor should you force me.”

This meant that if Su Ru Hui wanted to cheat, he could cheat, and Sang Chi Yu wouldn’t blame him. But Han Ye was in the wrong for trying to force himself on him.

Don’t mention Su Ru Hui, even Han Ye didn’t expect Sang Chi Yu to be so magnanimous. He accepted the proof of infidelity with stability, without a hint of resentment.

“…” Han Ye sneered, then looked at Su Ru Hui before saying, “Jiang Gongzi, until we meet again.”

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Su Ru Hui formed a megaphone shape with his hands around his mouth and shouted at Han Ye’s back, “I am not Jiang Gongzi.”

Han Ye and Sang Chi Yu were both stunned.

Su Ru Hui continued, “I am Madam Sang!”

Han Ye seemed to be at a loss for words for a while, then left with a wave of his sleeve.

“That guy finally left.” Su Ru Hui breathed a sigh of relief. Han Ye’s spiritual powers were powerful, and he had even advanced in rank. If they were to really fight, Su Ru Hui and Sang Chi Yu wouldn’t stand a chance. Su Ru Hui patted Sang Chi Yu’s shoulder. “Thank goodness you have the flare arrow. Otherwise, we would have been in trouble.” He checked the time. “Ten counts have passed, and your friend is moving too slowly. By the time they arrive, we will both have already been buried together.”

Sang Chi Yu turned around and slowly made his way back with the help of his wooden crutch.

“I have no friends,” he said in a flat voice.

“Huh?” Su Ru Hui was stunned, then realized that Sang Chi Yu had deceived Han Ye. The Secret Sect wouldn’t have sent anyone to save him. Su Ru Hui picked up the empty tube of the flare arrow Sang Chi Yu had just fired and realized that it wasn’t a distress flare from Kun Lun Secret Sect at all. It was a firework tube, probably left over from their wedding.

This guy… Su Ru Hui was speechless. Sang Chi Yu’s popularity was already terrible before he died, and he couldn’t believe that even after five years, it was still that bad.

Sang Chi Yu had been standing for too long, and his knees were hurting. He couldn’t walk more than a few steps without resting. Su Ru Hui understood him. He was inherently proud and wouldn’t want others to help him too much, otherwise, he wouldn’t always be thinking of ways to get rid of Su Ru Hui. Su Ru Hui didn’t offer to help and just accompanied him, jokingly asking, “Husband, are you really not concerned that I will cheat on you?”

“We are already divorced,” Sang Chi Yu said. “It has nothing to do with me.”

It was the same old attitude that kept everyone at arm’s length. It was written all over his body that he wanted Su Ru Hui to stay away from him. Su Ru Hui was helpless. No wonder he had no friends. But this temper made Su Ru Hui want to talk to him even more.

Sang Chi Yu paused for a moment and suddenly asked, “Did you know the person from earlier? Have you met them before?”

“I don’t know him,” Su Ru Hui replied half-truthfully and half-jokingly. “But Su Ru Hui must know him. Remember, that Black Street genius, the founder of Phantom Puppets? You two used to fight all the time, didn’t you? He seems to be looking for someone who looks like Su Ru Hui. When he catches one, he uses them. I heard that many people died in his bed – all handsome and exceptional young men like me.”

Su Ru Hui was often criticized for his behavior. He was admired by many, but also hated by many. Many people wanted to punch him in the face. However, Sang Chi Yu remained silent, as if he had long been accustomed to Su Ru Hui’s unconventional behavior, and listened quietly as he rambled on.

“It’s difficult. I don’t think that bastard is going to let me go.” Su Ru Hui sighed deeply as they finally reached the threshold of the private room.

“I will find a way,” Sang Chi Yu said as he stepped across the threshold.

“Huh?” Su Ru Hui wanted to say that if the members of the Kun Lun Secret Sect were unwilling to save him, what could he do? He looked up and met Sang Chi Yu’s calm gaze. His eyes were deep, and Su Ru Hui immediately saw the serenity in them. Sang Chi Yu was always a calm person, a model of “reliability.” He never made promises lightly, but once he did, he would die to keep them.

This person, despite his own situation, still wanted to help others. Even before they turned against each other, Su Ru Hui was already very worried about him. He followed Dan Tai Jing’s teachings meticulously, striving to be a true gentleman, but Su Ru Hui often worried that he was too fragile. He tried his best to be kind to others; Su Ru Hui was worried that he would be deceived.

Su Ru Hui was helpless, but on the surface, he had a smiling expression and said, “I will rely on you, husband, for protection.”

In fact, Su Ru Hui did not really intend to rely on Sang Chi Yu, but he was accustomed to teasing him.

Sang Chi Yu’s face turned slightly red after hearing those words. He kept calling him “husband,” and he had just referred to himself as “Madam Sang,” but it was obviously insincere. He always spoke without a filter, leading to misunderstandings. Sang Chi Yu pursed his lips, turned his face to the side, closed the door, and his voice turned a little colder. “It’s late at night, please go back.”

“Eh!” Su Ru Hui blocked the door. “Husband, my room collapsed, and I have nowhere to sleep. Can I stay in your room tonight?”

“There are plenty of empty rooms.” Sang Chi Yu gave him no face at all and directly shut the door.

Su Ru Hui felt very sad and left with his hands behind his back.

Sang Chi Yu returned to his bed and took out a small, round box from under the covers. He unlocked it and opened the lid, revealing a black heart core stained with blood inside. No one knew the origin of this heart core. The people of the Great Compassion Temple took medicine to gain power, and the banned medicine was circulated on the black market. It had always been the key target of the Kun Lun Secret Sect. Some people speculated that this black heart core was the masterpiece of the Great Compassion Temple. Its previous owner was Su Ru Hui, and the heart core gave him strength, but also inflicted him with a terrifying poison. When Su Ru Hui was 25 years old, the poison flared up, and his body rapidly declined. In the end, he died with no hope of a cure.

Sang Chi Yu’s palm held this heart core, which was dug out of Su Ru Hui’s body by the Kun Lun Secret Sect.

No one knew what the heart core brought to Su Ru Hui; some speculated that it was an extraordinary talent beyond ordinary people. After all, when Su Ru Hui left the Kun Lun Secret Sect, he was still a second-generation young master who was up to no good, but after he fled to the Black Street, he shone brightly and created the shocking Phantom Puppets.

Although Sang Chi Yu knew that the rumors were false, Su Ru Hui was never an ordinary person.

However, perhaps this heart core could be tested.

Sang Chi Yu took off his clothes, removed the gauze from his chest, and the wound that was still hideous the day before now had been covered with powder and didn’t look so bad. He pinched the heart core and inserted it into his own wound. The scab that had just formed was torn off, and the wound was forcibly opened, with blood flowing out and soaking the black heart core.

When the heart core was halfway through entering his flesh and blood, it emitted a faint blue light and automatically squeezed deeper into his meridians. Sang Chi Yu let go, and the heart core disappeared deep into his wound. What kind of person would he become? He didn’t know. In any case, he would be like Su Ru Hui.

In fact, when that guy talked about dreaming that they were destined in their past lives, he knew that Su Ru Hui had returned. Su Ru Hui had said that kind of nonsense to deceive people before, just not to him. He really hated Su Ru Hui. He was the person who hated Su Ru Hui the most in the world. People might not be able to recognize the person they once loved at a glance, but they could certainly recognize the person they once hated at a glance.

A long, long time had passed, and many things had changed. The respected elders had become hideous, and Kun Lun Secret Sect had become corrupt. It had the appearance of justice and righteousness, but was actually full of violence and wanton behavior. And he, Sang Chi Yu, had gone from being a first-class military officer in the palace to a useless waste of a person.

Only Su Ru Hui remained the same – detestable, causing trouble everywhere, and creating emotional debts.

The wound was too painful, and his chest seemed to be frozen by snow and ice. His body suddenly lost its warmth. Sang Chi Yu curled up in pain on the bed. In a daze, he recalled the past when the Grandmaster asked him, “My disciple, Chi Yu, do you know your mistake?”

He said, “I know my mistake.”

The Grandmaster nodded with satisfaction. “You finally figured it out. Where did you go wrong?”

He raised his eyes and spoke word by word, each one carving into his bones.

“I was wrong… for not saving Su Ru Hui!”

So the Grandmaster thundered with anger, stripped him of his spiritual powers, broke his right leg, expelled him from the Secret Sect, and never allowed him to return.

He lowered his head, sweat dripping onto his hand, and the hair that hung on the bed had already changed color. He slowly turned his head, and the mirror on the table reflected his current appearance, with snowy hair on his temples and his long hair turning white. Even his eyes had turned into an icy blue. His vision seemed to have subtle changes, with light and shadow clearly distinguished, and he could hear rustling outside the window, the wind sweeping away fallen leaves, as if they were whispering.

His visual and auditory abilities had greatly improved, and this body was no longer that of an ordinary person. The transformation was so thorough that it surpassed that of Su Ru Hui from the past. He moved his limbs, and the wounds on his chest and back healed. His right leg could move again, as if he had been reborn. He felt the long-lost power of spiritual power surging in his body.

He knew he had become a monster.

Su Ru Hui was taken by the Black Street and sold to the Secret Sect. Su Ru Hui was good to the sect, and the sect stole his secrets.

The world had lost its righteousness, so why should he, Sang Chi Yu, continue to hold onto his moral principles? Being an ugly monster was better than being a hypocritical person.

“Sang Gongzi, I’m back!” The old dog climbed in through the window, not noticing the change in the person on the bed, and spoke angrily, “That Jiang Que Xie is so vicious. He sold me to a meat shop. Luckily, I was smart enough to turn back into human form and escape. It makes me so angry that I was seen running naked. The Yun Zhou Daily might write an article about ‘Naked Man Running Wild on the Streets’ tomorrow. I will definitely report this to Hei Guan Yin. He will be interested in his spiritual power, and we may have to dissect him and study him thoroughly.”

The old dog crouched at the foot of the bed, looked up, and saw that Sang Chi Yu’s hair had turned white like snow. He was stunned. “What happened to you… Wait a minute, you took the Wuji Powder? Wow, your degree of mutation is too severe. How do you feel? Oh, wait, I haven’t given you the secret medicine yet, have I?”

Sang Chi Yu looked at him with his ice-blue eyes as still as the deep sea, without any ripples or emotions. The inhuman appearance made the old dog involuntarily feel frightened. He thought that Sang Chi Yu probably found the Wuji Powder he had hidden; otherwise how could he have turned into this?

Sang Chi Yu asked, “I have heard that the Great Compassion Temple has a saying: eating one person makes you a level one bodhisattva, and eating ten people makes you a bodhisattva at level ten. What level of bodhisattva are you?”

The old dog proudly puffed out his chest. “I am already a third-level bodhisattva.” He grinned. “Two men and a child. The baby was tender and delicious.”

“Did you report the matter of Jiang Que Xie just now?”

“Not yet.” The old dog rummaged under the bed and pulled out his communication compass. “I will report to Hei Guan Yin right now!”

“Very good.”

Sang Chi Yu suddenly raised his hand and covered the old dog’s head. Countless ice-blue meridians emerged from his palm and penetrated into the old dog’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. The old dog’s seven orifices bled, and he flailed his limbs. In an instant, he transformed from a naked human body to an empty skin as his flesh visibly decayed.

Sang Chi Yu withdrew his hand and looked indifferently at his palm. The beam-like meridians retracted, and his palm returned to its original state.

Special power: Devouring.

Whoever he devoured, he would gain their special power.

Few people knew this power which he was born with, because he despised it and rarely used it.

After devouring the old dog, he gained the special power “Shape-Shifting.” After meditating for a moment, the spiritual power silently activated. His hair gradually turned back to its jet-black color, and ink marks seemed to hover in his pupils, covering his deep blue irises. Then he leaned down and picked up the communication compass on the ground, manipulating the eight trigrams above it. The symbols on the left side of the compass glowed faintly, connecting him to someone on the other end. The other person remained silent, waiting for the person on this end to speak.

“Did I make a satisfactory promise by killing your dog?” asked Sang Chi Yu.

A hoarse laughter sounded from the compass, “Sang Gongzi, the old dog served you for many days. You killed him just like that. Don’t you feel guilty?”

Sang Chi Yu lowered his head and looked at his palm, his eyes serene. He had just killed someone he shouldn’t have, but he felt no emotions, as if he had just crushed an ant passing by his feet. Everyone thought he was a good person; even Su Ru Hui thought so. They didn’t know that he felt nothing when he killed. To him, killing a person was no different than killing a pig. He only meticulously followed the precepts that Dan Tai Jing taught him, conducting himself with integrity, kindness, and justice.

Is pretending to be just, actually just?

“No feeling,” he said.

The other person laughed softly. “Sang Gongzi is different from the rumors. As expected, rumors are not to be trusted. I have prepared your spot for tomorrow’s gathering.”

After parting ways with Li Bao Cai, Su Ru Hui fell into contemplation. Han Ye used to be his number one little brother, always following him and calling him big brother. Later, Su Ru Hui learned that this guy thought he was being held down by Su Ru Hui and always wanted to take down Su Ru Hui and replace him. Calling him “A Hui Ge” was all fake, and he was ashamed of it.

Su Ru Hui felt puzzled about when Han Ye fell in love with him and went crazy looking for a substitute. It was strange just to think about, and Su Ru Hui felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

Starting a new life, he didn’t meet any old friends, only encountered enemies. Su Ru Hui sighed with emotion, returned to the grocery store he passed by earlier, and bought a large bag of saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal. He hurriedly carried the bags and went back to the old house of the Sang family.

It was raining heavily, and when Su Ru Hui returned home, his back was completely soaked. He put his things in the kitchen and turned to look for Sang Chi Yu. The door to the room was closed tightly, just like when he left. Su Ru Hui changed into dry clothes and began cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks Sang Chi Yu used to eat porridge in the morning. As he approached the bed, he noticed that the bowl of lean meat porridge on the table had not been touched at all and was still sitting there.

Sang Chi Yu was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Perhaps due to the cold and rainy weather, his cheeks were even paler than yesterday. Su Ru Hui tilted his head to look at him. He was the number one blade of the Secret Sect, notorious for his ferocity, and few people noticed that he was actually a pretty handsome man. Sang Chi Yu’s beauty was like that of an inanimate object, calm and steady. At this moment, because of his illness, he had an added sense of fragile beauty, like a white jasmine about to wither.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Su Ru Hui asked Sang Chi Yu.

Sang Chi Yu remained motionless, only saying, “You should leave.”

This stubborn kid. Su Ru Hui was so angry that his teeth itched. He asked, “What can you do if I don’t leave?”

Sang Chi Yu remained silent, and his lowered eyelashes cast a shadow on his cold, white face.

Su Ru Hui glanced at the porridge on the table and asked again, “Are you going on a hunger strike?”

Sang Chi Yu still didn’t respond.

Su Ru Hui asked again, “If someone wants to kill me, will you run with me?”

Sang Chi Yu glanced at him and said, “No.”

“Don’t you want to leave with me?”

Sang Chi Yu’s response was the same as always, “No.”

This kid was like a stinky stone in a pit. Unfortunately, he was also sick and couldn’t be beaten or scolded. Su Ru Hui shook his head and sighed, turned his face to look at the rain outside the window. The sky was low and oppressive, and it seemed like you could reach out and touch it. The raindrops hit the tiles with a pattering sound, creating scattered silver light on the ground.

Han Ye was coming tonight, and Su Ru Hui had originally wanted to take Sang Chi Yu and escape together, but with the rain pouring down like this and Sang Chi Yu looking half-dead and refusing to eat, he wouldn’t be able to run half a mile without falling ill.

He couldn’t leave him behind either, so Su Ru Hui was worried. Han Ye was a lunatic, and if he and Sang Chi Yu were to meet, it would be like sending a little white rabbit into the wolf’s den. With Sang Chi Yu’s tendency to collapse at the slightest breeze, it would be better for Su Ru Hui to fight against Han Ye himself.

“Do you know that I can read faces?” Su Ru Hui suddenly said.

Sang Chi Yu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at him, quietly watching him.

“Leave, Young Master Jiang,” Sang Chi Yu said.

Su Ru Hui suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek with a malicious smile, saying, “I can tell from your face that you are a possessive person.”

Sang Chi Yu: “…”

“I have a guest tonight, so just stay in bed and don’t come out if you’re not feeling well,” Su Ru Hui said as he cleaned up the dishes.

“A guest?” Sang Chi Yu furrowed his brow slightly.

It was the first time Su Ru Hui had heard him ask a question, as if he too had found something of interest.

Su Ru Hui laughed maliciously. “Yes, a guest who will make you jealous.”

Sang Chi Yu was a bit absent-minded, unconsciously grabbing the fabric on his knee and creating tiny folds.

After a while, Sang Chi Yu closed his eyes and said, “Do as you wish.”

He didn’t say another word. No matter how Su Ru Hui teased him, he didn’t react. Su Ru Hui tried to ask about his expulsion from the Kun Lun Secret Sect, but he remained silent.

Su Ru Hui was at a loss and left after clearing up the dishes. He didn’t send lunch or dinner again. As the day faded and raindrops fell, the flowers in the courtyard were battered and scattered. The room gradually darkened, and Sang Chi Yu sat alone in the darkness, watching the sparkling light slowly leave his fingertips.

Had he finally given up? That’s good. Sang Chi Yu thought.

Actually, Su Ru Hui had no time to cook at all. He was busy preparing for the upcoming battle with black gunpowder and flintlock rifles. Due to the limited materials, he could only bury some homemade guns with saltpeter at the four corners of the house. He sprinkled saltpeter powder in specific areas on the ground and connected the homemade guns at the corners of the walls. He carefully covered the traces with books and puppet parts to avoid being discovered. Finally, there were the flintlock rifles, which were extremely crude with bamboo tubes as gun barrels, but had some power and a range of up to 150 steps. The chamber was filled with many pieces of broken iron, which would immediately scatter and spray if they exploded. These guns didn’t need to be aimed specifically and could still cause great damage. Even if he couldn’t kill Han Ye, he could at least turn him into a hedgehog.

It was dark outside, and he leaned against the wall, waiting. The candle burned silently, with droplets of wax falling and accumulating in a white porcelain dish. Su Ru Hui was bored and started dismantling the mechanical parts on the ground, making small spider-like mechanisms. His puppets were divided into four grades: wooden, iron, leather, and flesh puppets. The degree of authenticity increased from the fourth grade to the first grade, with the flesh puppets being almost indistinguishable from living creatures.

He once created a group of beast puppets, consisting of tigers and lions, with the occasional addition of small cats and dogs. This beast puppet army once captured the White Emperor City in the Western Province for the Black Street. Su Ru Hui then transformed the city into a mechanical fortress, with the entire city operated by complex and tightly-organized machines, rendering soldiers unnecessary for defense against a million-strong army. This was the peak of the Black Street’s power. Unfortunately, Su Ru Hui was captured by the Kun Lun Secret Sect, and the beast puppets were handed over to them, and the White Emperor City was recaptured by the Kun Lun Secret Sect.

Su Ru Hui implanted the Wind-Stealing Star Formation in the brain of the spider puppet. This star formation was simple and easy to learn, but of little practical use. It allowed Su Ru Hui to listen to the wind’s whispers, which he would usually use to gossip about the Black Street.

He made four or five wind-stealing spider puppets, but it was already past midnight, and nobody had arrived yet. Su Ru Hui’s stomach grumbled, so he got up and went to the kitchen to steam a basket of large white buns. Sang Chi Yu hadn’t eaten all day, and he would get stomach problems if he continued like this. Su Ru Hui planned to find a way to feed him tomorrow. Carrying the buns back to his room, he pushed open the door and immediately sensed danger. A man was sitting in the dark, with half of his face hidden in the shadows. Only his clean white chin and thin lips were visible in the light.

The man scrutinized Su Ru Hui, and even though they were separated by a thick wall of darkness, Su Ru Hui could still feel his menacing gaze.

[Information unlocked: Han Ye, the current head of the Paradise Pavilion. Has a chaotic personal life and is a prime example of a man who does not uphold male virtues. Host, I support you in spanking him and castrating him.]

He spoke, his voice low and hoarse, “Little thing, you really do look like him.”

Su Ru Hui was speechless. Little? Sorry, but he was actually quite big.

Su Ru Hui swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth and approached the table, his spirit fire gun hidden under the table. Judging from Han Ye’s words, he had probably never met the original owner of the body, so Su Ru Hui could improvise. “I’m sorry, boss, for troubling you. I’m young and inexperienced, and I rashly offered to serve you without understanding the situation. After thinking it over, I think it’s better for me to concentrate on being a spy. How about I cook you a meal as an apology, and you can leave after you finish eating?”

Han Ye chuckled softly. “Have you done your homework? You speak like him. Among those useless people sent over to please me, you’re the only one I find acceptable.” He crossed his legs and tapped the table with his fingers. “Come over here and let me take a closer look at you.”

Su Ru Hui remained motionless and said, “Boss, you should find someone else. It’s late at night and the dew is heavy. Have a safe journey.”

Thinking that Su Ru Hui was trying to play hard to get, Han Ye asked, “What do you want? Gold? How much do you need? I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll grant your wish.”

“I just want you to leave and not come to me again in the future,” Su Ru Hui said.

Han Ye stared at him silently for a moment before standing up. Light and shadow flickered around him, and the candlelight illuminated his cold, white cheeks. Five years of time had settled on his eyebrows, making him look much more mature. His features were deep-set and his eyes were deep and dark. He was no longer the little brother who followed Su Ru Hui and acted cute, but a dangerous criminal who held the power of life and death.

“Who did you learn your tone from? What’s your name?” Han Ye asked.

Oh no, Su Ru Hui didn’t even know the original owner’s name. He urgently called out to the system in his mind.

Fortunately, Su Ru Hui didn’t have to answer, as Han Ye figured it out himself. “I remember now. Your name is A Qi. They say you’re a street thug who’s been hanging around, and that you joined the Paradise Pavilion when you were eleven and have killed people and set fires. No wonder you’re like him. That guy was also a thug.”

Wow, there’s no need to insult him like that. Su Ru Hui felt depressed. After all, he came from a prestigious family.

Han Ye said, “Those guys before you either cry and beg for mercy, or fawn over him, doing things he wouldn’t do and it’s disappointing. Jiang Que Xie was a bit more likeable, but unfortunately, the people in the Paradise Pavilion fed him too many drugs to please me.”

Following this logic, as long as he became more like Su Ru Hui, he would be fine. Su Ru Hui breathed a sigh of relief.

“But you have to have a sense of propriety and not go too far. After all, I used to hate that guy.” Han Ye reached out to him and said, “A Qi, come here.”

Su Ru Hui was confused. “Do you like him or hate him?”

Han Ye replied, “You-“

Before Han Ye could finish his sentence, Su Ru Hui pulled out a spirit fire gun with his left hand, lit the fuse with his right hand, and a brilliant spark of fire burst out from the bamboo tube. Su Ru Hui loved to fire the gun before finishing his sentence, catching his opponent off guard. The sound of the gun was like thunder, and after the smoke cleared, Su Ru Hui retreated to the door while Han Ye remained in place. The gun missed. The aim was too poor, and the shot went awry.

Apart from a scratch on his cheek, the flying shrapnel failed to injure Han Ye. His black robe seemed to be custom-made with a faint glow on the surface, which Su Ru Hui could tell was due to the effects of talismans. By drawing blood and painting symbols, spiritual power users could partially transfer the effect to their power. Han Ye’s robe had talismans that had the effect of a “Shield,” similar to a suit of armor.

“A gun?” Han Ye whispered, “He always liked to tinker with these things. Who taught you?”

Su Ru Hui shrugged. “Take a guess.”

Han Ye suddenly looked up. “Unfortunately, your aim is not good enough.”

“But it’s enough,” Su Ru Hui said softly, turning around and running out of the room.

Behind him, sparks from a sudden firearm explosion ignited the gunpowder on the ground. The sparks flew and within moments ignited the four cannons in the corner. A thunderous blast shook the earth. Flames shot in every direction, and the fragile wooden windows shattered into pieces. Bricks turned to dust under the tremendous impact and the bedroom collapsed into rubble.

With the four cannons fired, the house had crumbled. Su Ru Hui stood in the courtyard, dusting himself off.

“Goodbye, you little bastard. I’ll burn a hundred paper men to keep you company in the underworld,” Su Ru Hui chuckled, hands on his hips.

As the dust settled, Su Ru Hui’s laughter abruptly stopped.

A shadow stood amidst the ruins, a dark flame engulfed in his palm. Except for a small scar on his face, Han Ye was unscathed.

He looked down at the flames in his palm, and said, “My spiritual power has already reached the Dong Xuan realm. Anything with fire is under my control. You were too careless.”

Dong Xuan realm spiritual power!?

Spiritual powers in the world were divided into ten realms, with the tenth realm further divided into five stages, from low to high: Dong Xuan, Tong You, Guan Huo, Chao Sheng, and Tian Ren. Those who have just awakened to spiritual powers could not even be considered as having reached the first realm. It usually took gifted individuals over a decade to reach the Dong Xuan realm, while many took forty to fifty years. Chao Sheng level practitioners in Great Jing were few and far between, and Dan Tai Jing was one of them. He was the head of the Kun Lun Secret Sect and had just turned one hundred this year. As for the grandmasters of the Tian Ren realm, there had never been one throughout history.

Han Ye, at most, was only twenty-five years old and had already reached the Dong Xuan realm. Su Ru Hui understood that this man had controlled the flames that had attacked him, turning them into a shield to block his attacks.

It was too much to bear. Su Ru Hui felt exhausted. Why didn’t he have such a powerful technique?

At this moment, a slender, cold hand pressed down on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw Sang Chi Yu’s calm profile. Sang Chi Yu leaned on his crutch and walked to his side step by step. Despite his ragged appearance, he still had an unyielding spirit.

“Who are you?” Sang Chi Yu stared at the man in front of him.

Han Ye looked at Sang Chi Yu from afar with an unfriendly gaze, then suddenly smiled. “I know now, it was you who taught Jiang Que Xie everything about Su Ru Hui. Sang Chi Yu, you are the one who killed Su Ru Hui. Why do you keep a fake person around? Aren’t you enemies? Do you still care about the childhood friendship between you and Su Ru Hui? You, who pretend to be moral, are really disgusting.”

While Han Ye kept talking on the other side, Su Ru Hui wracked his brain quietly. Han Ye was strong, and he couldn’t confront him head-on. The Paradise Pavilion wanted to extract information about Kun Lun Secret Sect from Sang Chi Yu’s mouth, but all they could get were maps and defense plans. Sang Chi Yu was a disciple of the Kun Lun Secret Sect, and no one knew more about these things than him. Paradise Pavilion wouldn’t kill Sang Chi Yu for the time being, nor would they expose A Qi’s undercover identity.

Having figured out these details, Su Ru Hui knew what to do.

He turned around and threw himself into Sang Chi Yu’s arms, pinching his throat and fake crying, “Husband, it’s him, Han Ye. He said I look like Su Ru Hui and wanted to rape me. How can a man serve two husbands? Husband, this wife can’t live like this anymore.”

Sang Chi Yu: “……”

Han Ye: “……”