Chapter 117: Lingering Resentment

“Boom!”

Qiu He wasted no time and kicked out.

The security guard shook his head disdainfully. “Grandmaster Qiu, I advise you to go back and train a little more!”

With an air of indifference, the guard raised a hand, preparing to block the kick.

However—

“Crack!”

“Ah!”

The sound of breaking bones rang out, and the guard instantly let out a miserable scream.

“Argh!”

“Argh, argh, argh!”

Clutching his arm, he hopped frantically in place.

“So Master really is different when he’s here!”

Qiu He immediately felt emboldened.

His entire bearing changed in an instant. This time, it was not Zhao Feng’s support lending him strength, but his own presence.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he stared coldly at the guard. “I’ll give you two choices. Either die here, or bring Xiang Tao out!”

The guard glanced at him fearfully. “Grandmaster Qiu, please wait!”

“Hmph!”

Qiu He stroked his beard and said nothing.

The guard crawled away as fast as he could.

He staggered into the courtyard, then ran toward Xiang Hu’s room.

Qiu He and Zhao Feng stood outside the gate.

Qiu He edged closer to Zhao Feng and whispered, “Master, you’re incredible!”

Zhao Feng gave a faint hum. “Keeping this up forever won’t do. Don’t worry. Once this matter is settled, I’ll turn you into a true martial artist.”

“What?!”

Qiu He stared at Zhao Feng in astonishment.

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. “I don’t say good things twice.”

“Hahaha!”

Qiu He laughed excitedly.

If there had not been other people around, he would have knelt before Zhao Feng in public.

Rubbing his nose, Qiu He said with a grin, “Then I’ll thank you in advance, Master.”

“Mm.”

The two were about to continue their conversation when a figure appeared.

It was none other than the gaunt Xiang Hu.

Behind him followed his three sons, Xiang Chang, Xiang Hua, and Xiang Yu.

With his hands behind his back, Xiang Hu stared coldly at Qiu He. “I was wondering who it could be. So it’s just a stray dog with nowhere to go.”

“Hmph!”

Qiu He snorted coldly.

This time, he did not need Zhao Feng to control him. He raised his chin proudly and said, “You old corpse, I won’t stoop to arguing with your juniors. Did you really think I was afraid of you?”

Xiang Hu frowned.

He was uncertain whether Qiu He, like last time, possessed some unfathomable and sinister martial art.

The phantom of the Grim Reaper he had seen before still haunted his dreams whenever he recalled it at night.

Xiang Hu drew a deep breath and decided to probe Qiu He.

He sneered. “Qiu He, I don’t care whether you truly possess formidable skills. Our Xiang family is no longer what it used to be!”

“Ha!”

To his surprise, Qiu He let out a scornful laugh.

His face filled with disdain, he said, “What’s so different? Isn’t it simply that Xiang Tao has become a cultivator?”

The four members of the Xiang family were stunned.

Xiang Hu was especially astonished. “How did you know?”

To tell the truth, Qiu He himself was somewhat bewildered.

A moment ago, Zhao Feng had been controlling his words completely.

“A cultivator? Another fascinating new term,” Qiu He murmured inwardly.

Zhao Feng once again took control of Qiu He. “I won’t waste any more time. Bring Xiang Tao out and let me cripple him myself!”

The faces of the four members of the Xiang family darkened.

Only the four of them and Xiang Tao knew that Xiang Tao had become a cultivator. How had this inexplicable Qiu He found out?

At this moment, the four of them were no longer merely surprised. They were afraid.

They feared Qiu He’s methods.

This Qiu He seemed capable of anything.

Xiang Hu drew a deep breath and cupped his fists. “Grandmaster Qiu, please calm down. Xiang Tao is only a child. Please don’t hold it against him.”

“Hmph! Too late!” Qiu He replied.

He stepped forward, advancing on the four men. “Are you going to call him out yourselves, or should I fight my way in and drag him out?”

Xiang Hu hurriedly shook his head. “No, no, no, Grandmaster Qiu. Since you’re both cultivators, surely you must have plenty in common to discuss!”

Qiu He shook his head coldly. “I have nothing to say. Bring him out! Surely he doesn’t intend to hide like a coward?”

“What do you want, then?” Xiang Chang shouted from behind Xiang Hu.

Qiu He narrowed his eyes. “What do you think?”

At that moment, everyone sensed danger.

A murderous aura was faintly radiating from Qiu He’s body.

Xiang Hu was old and experienced; he quickly said, “Grandmaster Qiu, it isn’t that Xiang Tao refuses to come out. He has already left.”

“Left?”

“Yes!”

“Where did he go? Why did he leave again?” Qiu He asked.

Xiang Hu took a deep breath. “Xiang Tao has been extremely busy lately, so he’s often away from home.”

“Where did he go?” Qiu He asked indifferently.

“To Japan!”

“Japan?”

“Yes!”

“What did he go to Japan for?” Qiu He asked coldly.

“Heh heh heh.” Xiang Hu gave an awkward laugh. “As for what he went there to do, I truly don’t know. I only remember him mentioning four words—something like the Extreme Yang Sea Eye.”

When he spoke the words “Extreme Yang Sea Eye,” Xiang Hu deliberately emphasized each one.

At the same time, he secretly watched Qiu He, hoping to detect any change in his expression.

In truth, he was thinking: Since you’re a cultivator too, there’s no way you don’t know about the Extreme Yang Sea Eye.

Sure enough, the moment Qiu He heard those four words, a flash of astonishment crossed his face.

Although it was Zhao Feng’s reaction, it was Qiu He who displayed it.

When Xiang Hu saw the startled look on Qiu He’s face, his heart sank.

Damn it! He really does know about the Extreme Yang Sea Eye!

Qiu He rubbed his chin. “Did Xiang Tao really go to the Extreme Yang Sea Eye?”

“This…”

Xiang Hu hesitated.

His instincts told him that Xiang Tao would be in danger.

He hurriedly forced a smile. “The Extreme Yang Sea Eye? What Extreme Yang Sea Eye? I don’t know whether those were the exact four words. He probably went to his master’s home in Hong Kong.”

“Hmph!”

Qiu He gave a cold laugh and turned to leave.

Xiang Hu panicked at once. “Grandmaster Qiu, wait! Please wait!”

Qiu He turned around indifferently. “What is it?”

Xiang Hu hurriedly said, “Grandmaster Qiu, Xiang Tao was in the wrong. When you see him, please spare his life!”

“Heh heh heh!”

Qiu He gave a cold laugh. “Don’t worry. I’ll spare his life.”

“Really?”

Yet Qiu He fell silent.

It was not for any other reason. Zhao Feng had suddenly given him no further instructions.

Qiu He secretly glanced at Zhao Feng, only to find him staring blankly into space.

Zhao Feng raised his head and looked at the sky, his thoughts returning to the summer one year ago.

Back then, merely because he had glanced at the campus beauty, He Hua, on the athletic field, he had been beaten half to death.

As he lay on the verge of death, a woman who seemed to have stepped out of a lotus blossom appeared before him.

She wore a flowing white dress, and no words in the world could do justice to her beauty.

She was Zhao Feng’s senior sister—

a mysterious, gentle, and extraordinary woman.

Zhao Feng withdrew from his memories and once again imbued Qiu He with his aura.

“Don’t worry. Xiang Tao and I are bound by fate. As long as I’m here, I will never let him die in this lifetime.”

Those words sounded like a promise—or perhaps an attempt to soothe the unresolved grief in his heart.