Medical and Martial God

”Huang Quan...”

The Long Family Head, Wang Chaoyang, and the heads of the fourteen branches gasped. The sixteen of them shot up in perfect unison, like well-trained soldiers.

Their faces turned white with fear, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Although they spoke of Huang Quan with casual disdain when he wasn’t around, the terror they felt when actually facing him was impossible to suppress. A reputation casts a long shadow. The notoriety of Huang Quan was deeply seared into the souls of everyone worldwide, an impression that was nearly impossible to erase.

”You... how are you here?” the Long Family Head’s voice trembled with overwhelming fear as he spoke.

”I am everywhere,” Ye Xiu replied coldly.

In truth, he, Qin Qing, and Chloe had been in the adjacent private room all along. After receiving the call about Dong Fangbai’s arrest, Ye Xiu had also learned that the Long Family Head and the heads of the fourteen branches were dining at the Crowne Plaza Hotel. He grabbed the Huang Quan Suit, brought Qin Qing and Chloe with him, and first went to the Patrol Bureau Office to bail out Dong Fangbai. Afterward, they headed to the Crowne Plaza Hotel and selected the room next to the Long Family Head’s.

Ye Xiu had overheard the entire conversation between the Long Family Head and Wang Chaoyang. He then donned the Huang Quan Suit and came over, intending to ask about the details of the Mist Chant Martial Meeting.

”Huang Quan, do you know about the Mist Chant Martial Meeting and the Jiazi Covenant?” Wang Chaoyang asked tentatively.

”Of course,” Ye Xiu nodded.

Wang Chaoyang, the Long Family Head, and the heads of the fourteen branches all breathed a sigh of relief. Their dread and fear of Huang Quan vanished in an instant.

Since Huang Quan knew about the Mist Chant Martial Meeting and the Jiazi Covenant, he must also be aware of the special status of the ’sponsors.’

”That makes things easier. The Long Family has joined the sponsor team for the Mist Chant Martial Meeting. This means if you ever attack me again, you will be making an enemy of the three great Judicator Families,” the Long Family Head said with a smile.

”It’s only eleven o’clock. You must have come for the old man, planning to attack him after midnight, right? Sorry to disappoint you, but you’ve made this trip for nothing. You can go home, wash up, and go to bed now,” Wang Chaoyang said arrogantly, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He felt a sense of supremacy over Huang Quan, and the feeling was fantastic.

”No one has ever dared to speak to me like that.” There was no discernible emotion in Ye Xiu’s voice.

”Well, now there is, and there will be many more in the future,” Wang Chaoyang said with a smile. ”You’ll have to get used to it. After all, you’re not truly invincible. The three great Judicator Families are above you. And of course, the sponsor team, led by the Wang Family, will be above you as well.”

”Are you provoking me?” Ye Xiu’s voice dropped to an icy temperature.

”So what if I am?” Wang Chaoyang shrugged dismissively. ”I am provoking you. What can you do about it?”

BOOM!

An astonishing killing intent erupted from Ye Xiu, sweeping through the private room. In an instant, everything in the room turned to dust—every other table, chair, and stool disintegrated. Only the chair beneath Ye Xiu, the table before him, and the food upon it remained untouched.

As the chairs beneath them vanished into dust, Wang Chaoyang, the Long Family Head, and the heads of the fourteen branches all collapsed onto the floor. They were physically unharmed but utterly terrified.

”Take a guess,” Ye Xiu said, his cold gaze fixed on Wang Chaoyang, his voice seething with killing intent. ”If I were to kill you all right now, do you think the three great Judicator Families could prove it was me?”

His words nearly made Wang Chaoyang, the Long Family Head, and the heads of the fourteen branches wet themselves in fear. Only then did they realize they had severely underestimated Huang Quan. This maniacal killer would actually dare to defy the rules of the three great Judicator Families and slaughter a sponsor.

”You. Come here,” Ye Xiu said, pointing at Wang Chaoyang and beckoning with his finger.

”Yes, yes, yes!” Wang Chaoyang scrambled over on all fours and knelt before Ye Xiu, trembling violently.

”Previous Mist Chant Martial Meetings had only one sponsor. What’s the deal with a whole team of sponsors this time?” Ye Xiu demanded, his voice authoritative, his killing intent coiling around them, potent but held in check.

Wang Chaoyang answered in a rush, ”In past meetings, only the Totem Inheritors above the War God level from around the world gathered at Mist Chant Mountain. The numbers were small, so one sponsor was sufficient. This time is different. In addition to the mandatory participation of Totem Inheritors above the War God level, all War God Totem Inheritors, Great Grandmasters, War Gods, and those even stronger from across the globe must also attend. The number of participants is massive, and the timeline is tight. A single sponsor wouldn’t be nearly enough. So, the envoys from the three Judicator Families granted my family the authority to assemble a team of sponsors.”

Ye Xiu’s brow furrowed as he listened. The scale of this year’s Mist Chant Martial Meeting was enormous. What were the three Judicator Families planning?

He asked, ”What is the specific date for the Mist Chant Martial Meeting?”

”Within three months. The exact date depends on when the sponsors are fully prepared,” Wang Chaoyang answered honestly.

”Is the location still Mist Chant Mountain?” Ye Xiu asked.

”No. This year’s Mist Chant Martial Meeting will be held in the Wan Jin Great Mountains of Nanjing,” Wang Chaoyang said.

Why?

Ye Xiu suddenly found himself unable to grasp the intentions of the three Judicator Families. However, the more mysterious their actions, the more it proved that there was something fishy about this year’s meeting.

After asking a few more questions, Ye Xiu left.

”He just... left?” the Long Family Head murmured in a daze.

The heads of the fourteen branches found it just as unbelievable. ”I thought we were goners for sure,” one said. ”He didn’t kill us. He didn’t even hit us,” another added. ”This doesn’t fit his style over the past ten years at all.”

Suddenly, Wang Chaoyang laughed. ”Huang Quan was bluffing. The truth is, he’s terrified of the three Judicator Families.”

The Long Family Head and the fourteen branch heads considered his words and found them reasonable. Given Huang Quan’s modus operandi for the last decade, he would never have let them live if he didn’t fear the three Judicator Families.

”So, even Huang Quan can feel fear.” The Long Family Head laughed. ”You must hurry up and notify all Martial Artists worldwide that we are the sponsors of the Mist Chant Martial Meeting. Once you do, we will have nothing to fear.”

”I think the first person we should share this great news with is Ye Xiu,” the Meng Family Head of Yancheng said with a grin.

The Long Family Head’s eyes lit up. ”Chaoyang, are you interested in accompanying me to pay Ye Xiu a visit tomorrow morning?”

”I have no interest in visiting Ye Xiu,” Wang Chaoyang said with a cold smirk, ”but I am very interested in killing the Medicine King Xuanse.”

”Then let’s kill him,” the Long Family Head laughed.

Wang Chaoyang and the heads of the fourteen branches laughed along with him.

The Meng Family Head of Yancheng then asked, ”Chaoyang, there are countless Martial Artists across the globe. Do you have any way to contact them all?”

”No,” Wang Chaoyang admitted with a wry smile, shaking his head. ”I’ve been trying to figure that out myself. Sending people to notify them one by one would be too time-consuming and expensive.”

”I happen to have a great idea,” the Meng Family Head said with a grin. ”An idea that will not only let every Martial Artist in the world know who the sponsors are but also let us make a fortune.”

”Oh? What’s the idea?” Wang Chaoyang’s interest was piqued.