Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Instant Kill of a Great Grandmaster _1
Escaping the villa, Song Yuqing fled madly while cursing Ye Ming furiously in his heart.
As a Great Grandmaster, he had never experienced such a humiliating ordeal before, and he would not rest in death if he didn’t avenge this grudge against Ye Ming.
He wanted to return to his sect and call for several senior brothers to assist him. Even if it meant losing face, it would all be worth it as long as he could kill Ye Ming.
As he was calculating his next move and escaping the villa’s vicinity, suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks, his face showing a look of surprise.
Not far ahead, Ye Ming’s figure had already appeared, blocking his path.
"Impossible, how can you be so fast?"
Song Yuqing was extremely astonished, his face full of disbelief.
Ye Ming’s expression was ice-cold, and he didn’t feel like explaining anything.
He activated his True Qi to surge into his legs, increasing his speed exponentially. It only took him two seconds to catch up with Song Yuqing.
In his eyes, Song Yuqing was already a dead man; he wouldn’t survive to see another day.
He once again directed the Spiritual Energy within him to attack Song Yuqing.
Song Yuqing hurriedly mobilized his True Qi to defend himself again.
"It’s useless. As long as I don’t want to die, nobody can kill me," Song Yuqing’s face turned sinister. Although he was not Ye Ming’s match, his face was still filled with defiance.
No sooner had his words fallen than a ’puh’ sound was heard.
Song Yuqing’s face changed dramatically, he said in a panic, "How is this possible? How could this happen?"
He looked down to see that there was a needle-sized hole in his True Qi Barrier.
On his body was a Silver Needle, precisely puncturing the area of his Dantian.
Ye Ming had sent the Silver Needle wrapped in True Qi flying out with great speed, effortlessly piercing his True Qi Barrier, but Ye Ming’s intentions didn’t stop there.
The moment the Silver Needle entered his body, Song Yuqing’s Dantian shattered, immediately losing his capability to fight.
The purple mist that had materialized before him dissipated with the wind, and the True Qi Song Yuqing had cultivated for many years drained away in a matter of seconds.
He frantically scrambled with hands and feet, attempting to reverse the inevitable, but it was futile. His True Qi slipped through his grasp like sand, the harder he tried to hold on to it, the faster it escaped.
By the time the last wisp of True Qi had gone, Song Yuqing’s face gradually twisted into a manic and hideous grimace; he cursed vehemently, recklessly charging toward Ye Ming.
"You dare insult me, you bastard, I will make sure you die a horrible death..."
Ye Ming looked at him expressionlessly and with a slight lift of his foot, he sent Song Yuqing flying.
Without True Qi, he was no different from an ordinary person and lacked any real combat strength.
Ye Ming slowly walked up to him and said, "Kneel down and apologize to my mother and my disciple!"
Song Yuqing got up from the ground in a sorry state and cursed, "Impossible! I will absolutely not kneel! Ye Ming, I curse you to die a terrible death, you damn bastard!"
"If you dare touch a single hair of mine, you will face the endless pursuit of our Poison Sect from Nanjiang."
"There are many in our sect who are far stronger than I am. You’d better think this through!"
His screams rent the air, but they failed to provoke any flicker of emotion from Ye Ming.
"You’ve harmed my family, your death is certain!"
Ye Ming spoke coldly, and with another flick of his hand, a Silver Needle flew out, striking Song Yuqing’s shoulder.
The overwhelmingly powerful force sent Song Yuqing flying, nailing him firmly to the wall.
"You should have foreseen the consequences when you ran rampant in my house!"
Two more Silver Needles flew out, pinning Song Yuqing’s body even more firmly to the wall.
The pride on Song Yuqing’s face vanished, leaving him grimacing in severe pain.
"Ye Ming, I was wrong. I admit I’m not your match. Spare my life, and I’ll do anything. Our Poison Sect—"
Ye Ming didn’t give him the chance to finish speaking. The last Silver Needle flew out, striking precisely at Song Yuqing’s glabella.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
A Great Grandmaster, dead in such a pitiful manner, nailed alive to the wall.
Looking at Song Yuqing’s tragic death, Ye Ming felt no ripples in his heart, perhaps because he had grown used to killing.
He pondered Song Yuqing’s words—the Poison Sect of Nanjiang had many experts; randomly picking two, one would be a Post Grandmaster, and another a Great Grandmaster.
He didn’t know what kind of expert would come seeking revenge next time. If it was an Earth Rank Expert who had entered the true cultivation phase, then things would indeed get terrible.
Therefore, Ye Ming made a decisive decision to send out Scarface at all costs to gather information on the Poison Sect of Nanjiang. Once he had time, he intended to go to Nanjiang himself.
It was better to take the initiative to eradicate future troubles than to sit and wait for death.
This time, thanks to his timely arrival, he had prevented his mother and Lin Bingqing from getting hurt. However, he couldn’t guarantee he would always be there in time.
Thinking of this, Ye Ming no longer paid attention to the deceased Song Yuqing. He turned around and went back inside the house, planning to help Jiang Rou and Lin Bingqing with their injuries.
Upon entering the house, Jiang Rou had already come over, asking anxiously, "Son, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Ye Ming was surprised when Lin Bingqing also came over, similarly displaying a face full of concern.
It turned out that during Ye Ming’s battle, Lin Bingqing had fetched some Spirit Spring Water for Jiang Rou to drink, while she treated her own injuries with a combination of golden sore medicine and Spirit Spring Water.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were much better and could move about freely.
Ye Ming, still concerned, wanted to take their pulses to check for any internal injuries.
After the check-up, Ye Ming was astounded.
Both of their physical constitutions had improved beyond that of ordinary people; Lin Bingqing’s improvement was understandable, but even Jiang Rou, slightly older, had a constitution better than that of her peers.
Could it be that the effects of Spirit Spring Water could also enhance one’s physical constitution?
Ye Ming asked himself, daring to make bolder speculations about the effects of Spirit Spring Water in his mind.
He then remembered that the Spirit Spring Water sold on the market was not very concentrated; they had to dilute it to increase the yield, which reduced its effectiveness.
However, the Spirit Spring Water that Jiang Rou and Lin Bingqing had drunk was highly concentrated and therefore had more significant effects.
As for the specific proportions, Ye Ming thought it would require experimentation over time.
After settling the two women, Ye Ming left the clean-up of the courtyard to Scarface’s men and returned to the Training Room to sit cross-legged and meditate, replaying the day’s battle in his mind, identifying his shortcomings.
The next morning, Ye Ming’s depleted True Qi had been fully replenished.
Looking at the date, something suddenly occurred to him, and he hurriedly took some Spirit Spring Water and left the house.
