"Master, the Left Envoy seeks an audience!"
At this moment, disciple Zhu Yangyu entered, followed by Chen Mingkun, the Left Envoy of the Tianyan Main God Cult. Chen Mingkun bowed to Sima Boyong, "Chen Mingkun pays respects to the Left Cult Master."
Sima Boyong folded the acupoint chart and put it in his pocket, then chuckled, "Mingkun, do you need something from me?"
Chen Mingkun looked up, his expression grave as he looked at Sima Boyong and said, "The Right Cult Master just convened a grand assembly and unanimously decided to take down the North Dao Association!"
"What?"
Sima Boyong immediately stood up, his small triangular eyes widening in anger as he glared at Chen Mingkun, "Is he Che Taimin trying to force my hand?"
Zhu Yangyu, standing nearby, looked grave and indignant. Chen Mingkun, facing Sima Boyong's anger, lowered his head and said, "Left Cult Master, the Right Cult Master's actions are very obvious; he wants to eliminate your faction!"
"Hmph, does Che Taimin want to become the Main God?"
Sima Boyong raged, cursing, "How dare he lay hands on our North Dao Association?"
Zhu Yangyu said coldly, "Master, why don't we strike first and kill Che Taimin?"
"Absolutely not!"
Chen Mingkun said nervously, "Left Cult Master, if the assassination of Che Taimin is successful, then our entire Tianyan Main God Cult will fall into chaos. Please reconsider."
"Reconsider? Now Che Taimin is not giving my Master a way to live!" Zhu Yangyu said angrily to Chen Mingkun.
However, Sima Boyong quickly calmed down. He was not someone swayed by anger. He raised his hand to stop Zhu Yangyu, knowing that Chen Mingkun was right.
In the country of the Chosun, the Right Cult Master Che Taimin was a figure of supreme authority, able to cover the sky with one hand, a truly omnipotent person. If he were to be killed, the entire Tianyan Main God Cult would descend into chaos. By then, when the Main God appeared, Sima Boyong would be finished.
"Alas, in the end, I have been away from the cult for too long!" Sima Boyong, having calmed down, sat back down with a sigh of resignation.
Currently, the Right Cult Master was a favored confidant of the Main God and the Right Cult Master in charge of the entire Tianyan Main God Cult. Even without Sima Boyong, the Left Cult Master, Che Taimin could manage the entire Tianyan Main God Cult well.
Zhu Yangyu was anxious and said, "Master, are we just going to stand by and watch Che Taimin make a move against us, helpless?"
Sima Boyong's triangular eyes revealed a sinister and cold glint, and he snorted, "Helpless? Does Che Taimin think I, Sima Boyong, have lived all these years in vain?"
Chen Mingkun frowned, then saw Sima Boyong take out the acupoint chart for the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate from his pocket again. He said, "As long as the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate are accurate, when the time comes, I will present it to the Main God. Heh heh, then who will be able to touch me, Sima Boyong!"
At this, Zhu Yangyu and Chen Mingkun's eyes lit up, knowing what the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate meant to the Main God!
After Chen Mingkun left, Zhu Yangyu asked, "Master, what about Chen Qiuyun?"
Sima Boyong asked, "What, she hasn't died from the poison yet?"
Zhu Yangyu calculated the time and shook his head slightly, "There are two more days!"
Sima Boyong waved his hand and said, "Just in case, send someone to take care of it."
"Understood, I'll have Ah Gui do it now!"
Saying that, Zhu Yangyu took out his phone to send a message. Sima Boyong waved him away and told him to go out first…
Meanwhile, at the Chinese Medicine Association in the capital, not far away was a residential community. In a room, Chen Qiuyun, dressed in a long casual skirt, sat on the sofa in the living room. Her beautiful and mature face looked very haggard, and her eyes, like autumn water, were now dull and lost in thought, seeming to be trapped in torment and helplessness.
On the table in front of her lay a fruit knife. Chen Qiuyun sat quietly on the sofa, her hollow eyes fixed on the ceiling. She had remained in this posture for a whole day without moving.
She thought back to her life over the past few decades. Once, she was the eldest daughter of the Chen family, living a carefree childhood. But after she grew up, she could not be with the one she loved. She became a tool for family interests and was married to a man she did not know.
Initially accepting her fate, she came to terms with this reality. But then her husband passed away, leaving her a widow with no children. She returned to the Chen family, only to be used as a tool for their interests again, directly handed over to that old scoundrel Sima Boyong.
Chen Qiuyun's life had been filled with misfortune and hardship, making anyone who saw it sigh with emotion. She was a typical example of a scion from a prominent family, and no one could be more miserable than her.
The seven-day poison had already been detoxified by Wan Yunting's preparation of the antidote. Chen Qiuyun had thought she could escape Sima Boyong's grasp, but she never expected that she would still not be able to escape.
If that was the case, then she would accept this fate!
Her unfocused gaze shifted to the fruit knife on the coffee table. Chen Qiuyun slowly got up, picked up the fruit knife, and prepared to cut her wrists, to end her life. She hoped that in her next life, she would be reborn with a better fate…
Bang!
Just then, the door was kicked open. A thin youth with dyed white hair appeared, his face wicked and his eyes sinister and venomous. He looked like a killer who wouldn't bat an eye. Dressed in white, he was twirling a butterfly knife. He entered and saw Chen Qiuyun holding the fruit knife in her right hand, placing it on her left wrist, about to cut herself. The youth, known as Ah Gui, sneered, "Looks like I don't need to make a move?"
Facing Ah Gui's appearance, Chen Qiuyun's face was as calm as still water, as she had expected. She said calmly, "Do you have a way to die that will make me feel no pain?"
Ah Gui, twirling the butterfly knife in his left hand, walked over, striking a cool pose. His gaze fixed on Chen Qiuyun's exquisitely beautiful face, which made all men lose control of their desires. He nodded and smiled, "You've asked the right person."
Hearing this, Chen Qiuyun put down the fruit knife, adopting the posture of someone awaiting death, and slowly closed her eyes, saying, "Please proceed."
But the wicked Ah Gui placed his foot on the coffee table, leaned forward, and brought his face close to Chen Qiuyun's. He raised the butterfly knife slightly against her chin and sneered, "You're so beautiful, it would be a shame to kill you outright."
"How about this, you let me have some fun, and I'll make sure you die without feeling any pain, peacefully. What do you say?"
Chen Qiuyun's eyes snapped open, and she glared angrily at Ah Gui. She was furious. She, who had completely decided to die, was still being lusted after. Angrily, Chen Qiuyun picked up the fruit knife and lunged towards her own neck. But Ah Gui acted swiftly, knocking the fruit knife out of her hand, causing it to clatter onto the floor. He grabbed Chen Qiuyun by the neck with his large hand and said with a sinister grin, "Sister, I told you, let me have some fun first, then I'll send you on your way!"
"If you die first, I'll have to play with a corpse, and that won't be much fun."
Facing Ah Gui's lewd and wicked demeanor, Chen Qiuyun knew she couldn't escape. She finally closed her eyes, bearing the humiliation in her heart, and chose to accept her fate…
"Heh heh, that's more like it…"
As Ah Gui began to unbuckle his belt, the next moment, there was a knock on the door, and Wan Yunting's voice called out, "Sister Qiuyun, are you there?"
Wan Yunting's appearance interrupted Ah Gui's actions and caused the resigned Chen Qiuyun to open her eyes again and turn her head towards the living room door. The dead stillness in her heart rippled like water disturbed by a pebble.
She had thought he had long forgotten her!
Yes, seeing that Wan Yunting hadn't contacted her for so long, Chen Qiuyun assumed he had forgotten the conditions he had promised her back then!
Ah Gui also raised his eyebrows. Being interrupted in his enjoyment made him furious. He had no choice but to whisper to Chen Qiuyun, holding the butterfly knife, "Go open the door!"
Chen Qiuyun's heart tightened. She began to feel a glimmer of hope towards Wan Yunting, but under Ah Gui's coercion, she still got up and walked towards the living room door. Wan Yunting was standing at the door, also with a raised eyebrow, preparing to knock for the second time. Just then, the sound of the lock being opened came from the door. Wan Yunting's raised left hand froze in mid-air. Then, he watched as the door opened, revealing Chen Qiuyun's delicate face. Her brows were tightly furrowed in tension, and her autumn eyes immediately signaled to Wan Yunting, urging him to leave quickly…
Bang!
The next second, Wan Yunting pressed his left hand against the door and pushed it open with force. Ah Gui, hiding behind the door, was slammed by the sudden push. His forehead hit with a bang, knocking him back several steps. Enraged, he cursed, "Damn…"
Wan Yunting grabbed Chen Qiuyun's hand. Before she could react, he pulled her directly out of the room and shielded her behind him. Chen Qiuyun's autumn eyes widened in surprise. She stared blankly at the man's broad and secure back, causing the calm in her heart to erupt into ripples…
"Kid, you're asking for death."
Ah Gui, his face contorted with rage, holding the butterfly knife, roared and charged at Wan Yunting.
Facing this ordinary assassin, Wan Yunting's expression was impassive, and he didn't even move. As Ah Gui attacked, Wan Yunting raised his hand, projected his qi outward, and sent Ah Gui flying backward from a distance. With a bang, his back hit the coffee table, crushing it and smashing it into pieces…
Pfft…
Ah Gui spat out a mouthful of blood, his ferocious face showing disbelief. He glanced at Wan Yunting, then fainted.
Wan Yunting then turned to look at Chen Qiuyun, who was standing behind him with a dazed stare. He said apologetically, "Sorry, Sister Qiuyun, I'm late."
Having regained her senses, Chen Qiuyun quickly averted her gaze and shook her head slightly.
"Are you hurt?" Wan Yunting inspected her. Chen Qiuyun replied, "I'm fine…"
Wan Yunting breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had come in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"It seems to be someone sent by Sima Boyong to kill you," Wan Yunting said, looking at Ah Gui inside. Then he took out his phone and called Xu Xiangqian…
Shortly after, Xu Xiangqian arrived with a group of police officers. They directly arrested the unconscious Ah Gui and sent him to the hospital for treatment. After understanding the situation from Wan Yunting and Chen Qiuyun, they collected their equipment and returned to the station. Chen Qiuyun, as the person involved, naturally had to go to the police station for investigation and questioning.
"Don't worry, Sister Qiuyun. I'll pick you up later," Wan Yunting told Chen Qiuyun.
Chen Qiuyun gave him a deep look with her autumn eyes, nodded, and got into the police car with them.
Xu Xiangqian waved at Wan Yunting and then drove back. Wan Yunting raised his eyebrows. Returning to his own car, he drove back to the Chinese Medicine Association to pick up Gu Yuanbai, Gu Luotang, and Qi Miaomiao to go home together.
On the way, Wan Yunting drove while calling his martial mother, Yang Jingyi, at the Wuliang Daoist Temple…