“Bang!”

A gunshot suddenly rang out.

Immediately, a bloody hole appeared in Chen Dong’s forehead. With a “clang,” Chen Dong collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Dead?

Ye Qiu quickly turned around and saw that it was Zhao Yun who had fired the shot.

At this moment, Zhao Yun had not only taken down two disciples of the Shaman God Sect, but also dealt with the two guys holding knives at the door.

One of his hands was bleeding, while the other tightly gripped the gun.

Ye Qiu, still uneasy, walked over and kicked Chen Dong a couple of times. Seeing that Chen Dong didn’t move, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Brother Zhao, how’s your injury?” Ye Qiu walked up to Zhao Yun and asked.

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

Zhao Yun smiled. During the fight earlier, he had been slashed on the arm by a disciple of the Shaman God Sect.

“Let me bandage it for you.”

After Ye Qiu cleaned the blood off Zhao Yun’s arm, he saw that the wound was a full ten centimeters long, with the flesh turned out, a gruesome sight. Yet Zhao Yun acted as if nothing had happened.

“Dragon King, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt?” Zhao Yun asked.

“Little Ye treated me, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” the Dragon King smiled. “Thanks to Little Ye today, otherwise, you and I might have died here.”

“Yeah, thanks to Ye Qiu,” Zhao Yun acknowledged. If Ye Qiu hadn’t held off Chen Dong, it would be him and the Dragon King lying on the ground now. Gratefully, he said, “Ye Qiu, thank you.”

“We’re brothers, no need for thanks. Besides, I did it for myself too. If we didn’t catch the culprit, the Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old would have taken one of my arms.”

“Even though that’s true, I still want to thank you. I…”

“Brother Zhao, let’s not talk about that now. What should we do with them?” Ye Qiu pointed to the bodies on the ground and asked.

“I’ll call someone to take them away,” Zhao Yun said, seeking the Dragon King’s opinion. “Should we take Chen Dong’s body to the house?”

The Dragon King said, “Since we’ve caught the culprit, we should let the Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old see him.”

“I understand.”

Zhao Yun made a call, and within five minutes, a few brothers came in, carried away the bodies, and cleaned up the scene thoroughly.

Only then did Ye Qiu and the others leave Gude Temple.

As they got into the car, Ye Qiu suddenly said, “Dragon King, Brother Zhao and I will take the car behind.”

Both the Dragon King and Zhao Yun looked at Ye Qiu in confusion.

Ye Qiu explained, “Brother Zhao’s arm has a severed tendon. If it’s not treated promptly, there will be complications. I’ll handle it for him.”

“Oh, alright, you two take the car behind.”

“This injury is nothing, I can treat it when we get back,” Zhao Yun said, wanting to ride with the Dragon King to protect him closely. He opened the car door.

Ye Qiu quickly grabbed him and said, “The Shaman God Sect members are all dead. The Dragon King is very safe now. Brother Zhao, you should ride with me.”

“This injury really isn’t a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal now, but if you don’t treat it, it will become a big deal.”

Ye Qiu directly pulled Zhao Yun into the car behind.

Once inside, Zhao Yun still insisted on getting out, saying, “My injury is really not serious. I need to go back and protect the Dragon King.”

“Brother Zhao!” Ye Qiu’s face suddenly turned serious. “I need to talk to you about the Dragon King’s condition.”

Zhao Yun hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong with the Dragon King?”

“I’m afraid the Dragon King doesn’t have much time left.”

“What?” Zhao Yun’s face turned pale instantly. “Didn’t you say last time that the Dragon King had another month? Why are you saying now that he doesn’t have much time?”

“Originally, after my treatment, the Dragon King had about a month. But just now, Chen Dong triggered the Yin-Yang Serpent Gu inside the Dragon King. I’m afraid he won’t last much longer.”

“How long does he have?”

“At most, a week,” Ye Qiu said. “So, we must quickly find someone who can treat the Dragon King.”

Zhao Yun nodded solemnly.

Back at Yunwu Mountain.

As they got out of the car, the Dragon King asked Zhao Yun, “How’s your injury?”

“It’s healed.”

“Healed?” The Dragon King was skeptical.

Zhao Yun showed his arm to the Dragon King.

Seeing that the knife wound on his arm had completely disappeared, and even the skin had returned to normal as if he had never been injured, the Dragon King was astonished. “Little Ye treated you?”

“Yes, his medical skills are incredible,” Zhao Yun said.

The Dragon King thought to himself, “Incredible? This is beyond incredible. This is miraculous.”

In such a short time, even the skin had healed. Not even Hua Tuo, the legendary healer, could do that.

Just then, a guard hurried over and reported, “Dragon King, there’s a guest waiting for you inside.”

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know his name. He’s dressed in green, like someone from ancient times…”

“Alright, I understand.” Before the guard could finish, the Dragon King waved him away and then quietly instructed Ye Qiu and Zhao Yun, “The Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old is already waiting for us inside. Be careful with your words.”

“Understood.”

As they walked through the gate, they saw Cao Yuan sitting on a wicker chair in the courtyard, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

“Greetings, Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old.”

The Dragon King and Zhao Yun knelt on the ground and shouted loudly, while Ye Qiu stood still to the side.

“Why don’t you kneel?” Cao Yuan looked at Ye Qiu and asked.

Ye Qiu met Cao Yuan’s gaze and said, “I kneel to the heavens above, the earth below, and my parents in between. I kneel to no one else.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll get angry if you don’t kneel?” Cao Yuan’s voice turned cold.

“I’m not afraid.”

“Why?”

Ye Qiu replied, “Those who achieve great things don’t fuss over minor details. Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old, you have the world in your heart and are destined for great achievements. You wouldn’t bother with such trivial matters, let alone with a junior like me.”

Cao Yuan laughed and scolded, “You little rascal, you’re quite eloquent and good at flattery.”

“Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old, Ye Qiu has found the assassin who tried to kill you. His name is Chen Dong, the head of the Jiangzhou branch of the Shaman God Sect,” the Dragon King quickly reported.

“Is that so? Well done.”

Seeing that Cao Yuan showed no surprise, Ye Qiu understood that Cao Yuan not only knew the assassin was from the Shaman God Sect but also knew Chen Dong’s identity.

Damn it, he knew and still made me investigate. What an old fox.

Ye Qiu cursed inwardly.

“Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old, since we’ve found the culprit, does your previous promise still stand?” Zhao Yun asked.

“Of course.”

Hearing this, Zhao Yun was overjoyed and gratefully said, “Thank you, Ninety-Thousand-Year-Old.”

“Don’t thank me just yet,” Cao Yuan said. “Although Ye Qiu found the culprit, and I promised not to kill the Dragon King, the position of Jiangzhou’s boss must be relinquished by the Dragon King.”

“Of course.” The Dragon King had long given up hope of remaining the boss.

Cao Yuan continued, “From now on, Jiangzhou will be handed over to Ye Qiu!”