The Beautiful CEO's Personal Mad Doctor

Cheng Yuan’s voice was soft, but it carried clearly to everyone’s ears, and they all couldn’t help but shudder.

’Were they hearing things??’

’Why were they hearing the Young Master’s voice?’

’Didn’t Wu Qinghe just say they had only recovered the Young Master’s body?’

SWISH!

Everyone’s head snapped around at once. They saw Cheng Yuan, surrounded by a group of people, walking slowly into the forbidden area of the Evil Vein.

Tears instantly streamed down Wutubo’s face. ”The heavens have eyes! The heavens have eyes! The Young Master isn’t dead!! This is wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Hahaha!!!”

Wu Xin trembled with excitement. ’The Young Master is alive. Maybe there’s still a chance to turn things around today!’

Wu Qinghe’s expression flickered with uncertainty. He couldn’t fathom how Cheng Yuan was still alive. ’He had personally detonated the Evil Vein!’

’After the Evil Vein was detonated, not even he could have withstood a siege from that many Emperor Level skeletons!’

However, Wu Qinghe wasn’t flustered. He looked at Cheng Yuan coldly. ”You’re nothing but a prisoner. The men around you are all mine. What right do you have to be so arrogant?”

Cheng Yuan said faintly, ”Your men? Why don’t you try calling them? See if they dare to answer.”

Wu Qinghe laughed. ”Don’t be ridiculous, Cheng. Forget calling them once—even if I called them a hundred times, they’d have to answer! Wang Peiqiang! Li Bo! Qiu Jihai! Immediately ’protect’ the Young Master! Escort him to the confinement chamber! Don’t allow any dangerous elements near him!”

It had to be said, Wu Qinghe was quite artful with his words, successfully circumventing the punishment of the Celestial Dao Blood Oath.

Unfortunately for him, no one dared to respond.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to even look at Wu Qinghe, terrified of inviting disaster upon themselves.

After waiting for some time without a response, Wu Qinghe grew furious and shouted, ”What are you three waiting for? Did you not hear me? Where’s Ma Gu? Where is Ma Gu?”

Cheng Yuan said faintly, ”Can you not see what’s so obvious? They have already pledged their loyalty to me. Naturally, they won’t obey your orders. As for that precious apprentice of yours, he’s already fallen into a ditch and become food for the skeletons.”

Wu Qinghe refused to believe Cheng Yuan. He turned to his own brother. ”Qing Hu! You’re my blood brother! You can’t lie to me! Is Ma Gu really dead? Have all of you truly betrayed me?”

Wu Qinghu gave a bitter smile. ”Brother, take my advice. The Young Master is the future of our Celestial Witch Sect! Stop resisting. Apologize to the Young Master at once, and you might just be able to save your own life.”

Even with Wu Qinghu’s confirmation, Wu Qinghe still couldn’t understand why his subordinates would betray him to pledge loyalty to some wet-behind-the-ears brat.

Wu Qinghe glared fixedly at Cheng Yuan’s eyes and asked through gritted teeth, ”Brat, you’re just a Martial King. How? How did you win their loyalty? Just because you’re the master’s direct heir?”

How?

Cheng Yuan smiled and, without a moment’s hesitation, unleashed the Celestial Witch Nine Extremes Second Technique—Duan Jiang!

A forty-meter-long blade instantly severed a river as it materialized, hanging suspended above Wu Qinghe’s head!

SWISH!

Cold sweat beaded on Wu Qinghe’s forehead. He stared in utter disbelief at the massive blade hanging over his head.

’He couldn’t fathom it. How could the Duan Jiang cast by Cheng Yuan be so powerful?’

He couldn’t even summon the courage to resist!

In that moment, Wu Qinghe understood. His subordinates had submitted to Cheng Yuan’s overwhelming power!

Cheng Yuan asked faintly, ”Is this enough of a reason for you?”

Cheng Yuan’s voice was soft, but it seemed to pierce straight through to the soul, making Wu Qinghe’s head ring.

THUD!

Wu Qinghe fell to his knees.

Wu Qinghe’s expression was bitter. ”It is. It’s more than enough.”

Cheng Yuan snorted. ”Wu Qinghe attempted to assassinate me, your Sect Leader, and he attempted to assassinate the High Priest. What is the penalty for such crimes?”

”Death by a thousand cuts!”

”Dismemberment!”

”Death by the burning pillar!”

...

The crowd roared in fury.

With each punishment cried out, Wu Qinghe’s face grew a shade paler. He knew how ruthless these former subordinates of his could be; he absolutely could not fall into their hands!

Wu Qinghe suddenly lunged forward, diving headfirst into the entrance of the Evil Vein!

”AHHH!!!”

Wu Qinghe let out a bloodcurdling scream as the frenzied Evil Qi from the Evil Vein tore him to shreds.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Wu Zhaoxing, Elder Lin, and Elder Xu fell to their knees, kowtowing repeatedly to Cheng Yuan.

”Young Master, spare us! We were coerced by Wu Qinghe! We had no choice but to feign compliance! Thank goodness you stepped forward to restore order to the sect!”

Cheng Yuan, not knowing what had transpired, glanced at Wutubo with a questioning look.

”High Priest, what did these three do?”

The three men scrambled to turn and kowtow to Wutubo.

”High Priest, for the sake of our many years of loyal service, please spare us!”

”Master, I was just momentarily bewitched! Please, forgive me!”

But Wutubo’s heart was like iron. He said coldly, ”Betray me once, and you are never trusted again! Throw them all into the Evil Vein!”

Hearing this, the expressions of the men standing behind Cheng Yuan changed drastically. They were technically Wu Qinghe’s men as well. ’The High Priest isn’t going to kill us too, is he?’

THUD! THUD!

They all fell to their knees, kowtowing frantically.

”High Priest, spare us! We have sincerely pledged our loyalty to the Young Master and to you!”

Wutubo was taken aback for a moment, but then he quickly understood. In a placating tone, he said, ”There is no need to panic. You were originally Wu Qinghe’s men, and I welcome your decision to abandon the darkness for the light! I only intend to kill these traitors here. All of you may rise!”

”Yes!”

Only then did the men let out a collective sigh of relief. However, a silent warning bell rang in their hearts.

’They absolutely must never betray the Young Master and the High Priest.’

’These three were a cautionary tale.’

The men got to their feet, their eyes turning incomparably cold as they stared at the three traitors.

”Are you going to jump on your own, or do we have to make you?”

Naturally, the three were not about to wait for death. They launched a fierce, last-ditch attack. Unfortunately for them, they lacked Cheng Yuan’s combat prowess. Faced with a siege of several dozen men, they were instantly subdued.

Amidst their pleas for mercy and furious curses, they were thrown into the Evil Vein.

Soon, everything grew calm again. Under Wutubo’s direction, the men worked together to suppress the Evil Vein.

Wutubo came before Cheng Yuan and spoke as if giving his last testament. ”Young Master, I’m not going to make it. I entrust the Celestial Witch Sect to you!”

Cheng Yuan raised a hand to Wutubo’s wrist, checking his pulse. A slight smile touched his lips. ”High Priest, your qi and blood are so vigorous, you can live for at least another thirty years! This little injury is nothing. Take this. You’ll be fully recovered within a week.”

As he spoke, Cheng Yuan took out a Three Patterns Rejuvenation Pill.

Wutubo instinctively took the Three Patterns Rejuvenation Pill, his eyes widening in shock. ”A Three Patterns Rejuvenation Pill? Young Master... did you refine this yourself?”

Cheng Yuan nodded slightly. ”I did.”

Wutubo’s expression turned grave. He warned, ”Young Master, until you become a Martial Saint, you must not carelessly reveal that you have Three Patterns Rejuvenation Pills. Otherwise, you will invite a fatal calamity upon yourself!”

But Cheng Yuan simply shook his head. ”No. I *must* reveal that I have Three Patterns Elixirs. Back then, *they* coveted my grandmother’s Three Patterns Elixirs! I have no doubt they will covet mine, too.”