Starting With The Martial Arts Holy Fire Order - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Daring to Touch My Woman? Courting Death!

Xian Yutong sneered darkly, “Go ahead, curse all you like! It won’t change a thing. Everyone who knows my secret… won’t live to tell the tale.”

Bai Yuan’s face turned ashen. “Junior Brother, we’re disciples of the same sect! Would you even kill me?” he asked, panic seeping into his voice.

Feigning a sigh, Xian Yutong replied, “Senior Brother Bai, it’s not that I want to kill you, but this secret is just too important to me. If word gets out, do you think Master would still choose me as his successor? I can’t take that risk, so I have to sacrifice you. But don’t worry; after you’re gone, I’ll take good care of your family.”

“You… you bastard! I must have been blind to not see your true colors sooner. Just now, I even stood up for you…” Bai Yuan seethed.

Ignoring him, Xian Yutong slowly advanced toward Hu Qingyang and Dai Qisi, intending to drag them into the cottage for his vile purposes.

“Don’t be afraid, my lovelies. I’ll be gentle… very soon, you’ll experience pure ecstasy.”

“Get… get away!”

“Xian Yutong, don’t you dare!”

Seeing his lecherous grin, Hu Qingyang and Dai Qisi recoiled in terror. Dai Qisi, especially fearful, knew that as the Holy Maiden of the Persian Ming Cult, losing her purity would mean death by fire.

Just as Xian Yutong’s hand reached for their clothing, an intense wave of energy burst forth, launching him several meters back. He crashed heavily, coughing up blood—a clear sign of serious internal injuries.

“Touch my woman, and you’re asking to die!” Ling Yihan’s icy gaze radiated murderous intent as he stared down at Xian Yutong, now writhing on the ground.

“Brother Ling, you’re alright!”

“This is incredible!”

Hu Qingyang and Dai Qisi, their horror turning to relief, beamed in joy at the sudden twist.

Nodding, Ling Yihan quickly released them and Hu Qingniu from their pressure points, then used his internal energy to purge the poisonous Jin Can Gu from Hu Qingniu.

“Mr. Hu, I’ve expelled most of the venom. Brew some herbal medicine to take care of the rest,” Ling Yihan said calmly.

Hu Qingniu nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Brother Ling. I never imagined my so-called brother would betray me like this, nearly destroying my beloved sister’s life. I was so wrong…”

His eyes welled up with remorse.

Unable to bear his sadness, Hu Qingyang said, “Brother, it’s not your fault. Blame that treacherous beast for deceiving you!”

Dai Qisi nodded, adding, “Exactly, Mr. Hu. Thanks to Brother Ling, we were spared. Please, don’t blame yourself too much.”

Ling Yihan said quietly, “Actually, I tricked him just now. I don’t have any ‘Miaojiang elder sister,’ and that letter was a fake. I just wanted to rattle him, expose his true self.”

“Really? But… what if he had refused to admit anything?” Hu Qingyang asked, still shaken.

Ling Yihan smiled slightly. “Then I’d have simply killed him. Even if you blamed me later, I wouldn’t let him ruin your life.”

Hu Qingniu, filled with both shame and gratitude, replied, “Brother Ling, I misjudged you. But tell me—how did you survive the Jin Can Gu? I saw you poisoned too.”

Ling Yihan laughed. “I anticipated it. The moment he waved his fan, I dispersed the venom with my internal energy. I could’ve bounced the poison back onto him, but I wanted him overconfident enough to reveal the truth.”

“Brother Ling, you’re amazing!” Hu Qingyang said, brimming with admiration.

Dai Qisi nodded. “Yes, your martial skills are far superior. No wonder the Sun Cult Master took you as his disciple.”

“Wait, you’re the Sun Cult Master’s disciple? Since when?” Hu Qingniu asked, shocked.

Hu Qingyang then explained how Han Qianye had challenged Sun Ting Tian at Bright Summit, how Ling Yihan stepped in for the Cult Master and won, and how Sun Ting Tian took him as his disciple and planned to make him the Ming Cult’s Holy Son.

Hu Qingniu listened, his mouth agape in astonishment.

At that moment, a system notification sounded: “Congratulations, Host, on revealing Xian Yutong’s true nature. You have been rewarded with a Memory Bead and a Longevity Sword.”

Silently, Ling Yihan stored the Longevity Sword and Memory Bead in his ring. Turning to Hu Qingniu, he asked, “Mr. Hu, how do you wish to deal with these two?”

Casting a cold glance at Xian Yutong and Bai Yuan, Hu Qingniu replied, “Since Brother Ling saved our lives, I leave their fates in your hands.”

Ling Yihan nodded, grabbed both men by their collars, and carried them swiftly to a cliff outside Butterfly Valley, where he tossed them to the ground.

“Young Master Ling, I was unaware of his misdeeds. Please, spare my life!” Bai Yuan begged.

Ling Yihan gave a sly smile. “Fine, I’ll let you go, but first, answer some questions truthfully.”

Bai Yuan hastily nodded. “Ask anything, Young Master Ling. I swear to tell you everything.”

“Then answer me. Aside from you two, does anyone else know you came to Butterfly Valley? Lie to me, and I’ll unleash this Jin Can Gu on you,” he warned, deliberately shaking the fan he’d taken from Xian Yutong.

Knowing the fan’s deadly potential, Bai Yuan dared not lie. “Yes… well, Senior Brother Xian and I were on orders to ally with the Kunlun Sect and train in the ‘Dual-Form Sword Technique.’ On the way, he met a girl from Miaojiang, left with her, then sent word he’d been poisoned and was recuperating in Butterfly Valley. I came right away, without telling anyone else.”

Ling Yihan nodded. “Good. Since no one else knows, you’ll write a blood message on your clothes exactly as I dictate. Finish, and I’ll spare you.”