He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 756 He Yuzhu Vomits Blood

Zhang Qi remained perched like a stone statue, his eyelids barely raised, his peripheral vision fixed on He Yuzhu. He quietly activated his spirit-seeing technique, a nearly invisible wisp of white energy condensing on his fingertips. Like a thin, serpentine, it silently and stealthily reached He Yuzhu's body. This was how cultivators like him identified their own kind. If the other person truly possessed magical powers, the wisp of spiritual energy would surely be deflected by the protective Qi. However, even as the thread of energy nearly touched He Yuzhu's collar, it continued to advance unimpeded. Zhang Qi's heart sank, and a barely perceptible frown formed on his brow.

He Yao stared at He Yuzhu, his brows furrowed even more. He had thought that a sect leader, even if he was deliberately trying to restrain his aura, would still have a subtle, overwhelming aura. But the man before him looked ordinary, even a little timid when he spoke, more like a small merchant walking the streets. How could he look like the legendary master? He cleared his throat, the temptation in his tone unconcealed: "Since you are from the sect, you should know some of the rules of the underworld, right? It's not easy for my two brothers to make a living in this area. When we meet a 'big shot' like you, it's customary to ask for some money for tea and water. I hope you will do me a favor."

Out of the corner of his eye, He Yuzhu caught a glimpse of a dark figure flashing by on the street corner—the pursuer was getting closer, footsteps faintly audible. His throat moved, his voice trembling with a hint of ingratiation: "Tea money... no problem, no problem." As he spoke, he frantically reached for his purse at his waist, but his fingers quietly clenched the yellow paper with the talisman on it, practically digging into it. "How much do you two want? I... I don't have much on me. If it's not enough, I'll bring it back to you later."

He Yao was taken aback by his eagerness to pay, feeling rather bewildered. He and Zhang Qi exchanged glances, each seeing a deep sense of doubt in the other's eyes. How could this be the legendary leader of the Tiger Sect, known for his ruthless tactics and decisive actions? Instead, he looked like a soft persimmon to be manipulated.

Before He Yao could say anything, Zhang Qi suddenly moved. His figure flashed, approaching like a ghost. His palm, carrying an indescribable fishy odor, swept straight towards He Yuzhu's chest, moving so fast that it was hard to discern his movements. It was clear he had lost his patience and wanted to test his opponent's strength directly. He Yuzhu's heart trembled. With his skills, it would have been easy for him to dodge the attack, and he could even have grabbed the opponent's pulse point with his backhand, immobilizing him. But the sound of footsteps around the corner was getting closer, clearly someone was coming to investigate. He could only endure the blow.

"Puff—" He Yuzhu clutched his chest and fell back violently, deliberately using the force to crash into the stone steps behind him, making a muffled "thud." He coughed out the blood that welled up in his throat, and the bright red blood splattered on the front of the gray cloth, looking shocking. He raised his head, his eyes filled with just the right amount of "fear," and his voice was filled with tears: "I told you to pay... Why did you still hit me? Is there any law here?"

Zhang Qi retracted his palm, rubbing his fingertips against his sleeve, his brow furrowed even further. The palm print landed firmly on He Yuzhu, yet it didn't stir up any spiritual energy fluctuations, as if it had hit an ordinary person. He curled his lips and shook his head at He Yao, his tone filled with disappointment. "He doesn't even have protective Qi. He's not a sect leader. I'm afraid he's just a swindler who sneaked into the sect to eat for free."

He Yao looked at He Yuzhu who was lying on the ground coughing up blood, then looked at Zhang Qi's determined expression. He finally sighed and waved his hand: "Let's go. It's a waste of effort."

The two turned around and took a few steps when they heard He Yuzhu's weak voice behind them, a little anxious: "The money... the money hasn't been taken yet... I still have a few taels of silver here..."

Zhang Qi paused, but didn't look back. He just pulled He Yao and quickened his pace, his tone revealing impatience: "Who wants that little money from him?"

They didn't see. He Yuzhu watched them walk away, quietly wiping his bloodied fingertips on the corner of his clothes. The blood was just a little froth from biting his tongue. The dark figure on the street corner, seeing the two leave, also retreated silently, as if blending into the night. Silence returned to the surroundings, leaving only He Yuzhu clutching his chest, breathing "hard" on the stone steps.

He Yao shook his head, his eyes filled with caution. "Don't jump to conclusions. You don't know, this He Yuzhu is the leader of the Demon Suppression Palace. Does it make sense to say that he has no magical power at all? Maybe he's deliberately hiding his abilities."

He Yuzhu listened to their conversation, knowing clearly that Lao Si must be nearby. He shook his head slightly and signaled Lao Si with his eyes to stay put.

In the shadows, the fourth brother had already clenched his fists, a faint spiritual energy gathering at his fingertips, ready to strike at the two ignorant individuals. But upon seeing He Yuzhu's signal, he immediately understood the sect leader's intention—he was not going to intervene. Furious, he was about to retreat when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the crowd: the enemy who had once severely injured him. He instantly realized that these two men might be connected to that group, so he suppressed his anger and quietly retreated, intending to keep a close eye on his enemy's movements.

He Yuzhu turned to look at He Yao and Zhang Qi in front of him, frowning slightly: "What on earth do you want to do?"

The smile on He Yao's face faded, and his tone was a little cold and hard: "We have no personal grudge against you, but you must die."

He Yuzhu looked at their serious expressions, but he felt a little disapproving in his heart - in broad daylight, they really dared to fight? So he said nothing more, just stared at the two of them coldly, wanting to see what tricks they were going to play.

He Yao saw that He Yuzhu refused to budge, not even a word of plea for mercy, and he immediately became furious. He had not expected He Yuzhu to be so disrespectful, so he winked at Zhang Qi beside him, signaling him to test the waters.

Zhang Qi was also holding back his energy. He felt that if he could kill He Yuzhu, he could verify on the spot whether he was truly out of mana, and then he could report to Liu Qi. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body quietly circulated. Just as he was about to raise his hand to launch an attack -

"Stop! What are you doing!" A clear shout suddenly came.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Ma Xiuxiu leading several uniformed police officers walking quickly towards them. She pointed at Zhang Qi and He Yao, her face filled with anger: "You want to hit people in broad daylight?"

Zhang Qi froze in his tracks. He could have taken advantage of the chaos to kill He Yuzhu, but exposing his magical abilities to the police would inevitably lead to even greater trouble. By then, not only would he not be able to complete his mission, but he wouldn't even be able to escape unscathed. He could only forcibly withdraw his spiritual power and retreat to the side in frustration.