Chapter 215: Senior Brother, Sixth Brother Returns
The wardrobe was not large, so Huang Quan’s cheek was pressed tightly against Ye Anping’s chest. She felt that her husband’s chest was so sturdy and broad. Although her husband didn’t seem particularly tall, he gave her an unusual sense of security.
When Yun Yiyi had proposed that the Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect marry into her family, she had been the most worried. In her impression, most sons-in-law who married into the wife’s family were ugly and incompetent. Even after marrying in, they would often be looked down upon by the wife’s family, and it was very common for a maidservant to replace the bride in consummating the marriage.
Huang Quan had always worried that “Ye Anping” would be an unsightly person full of bad habits.
But now…
—The Eldest Miss’s husband is truly amazing!!
She would be able to enjoy a good life in the future. As long as she maintained a good relationship with her husband, she might even go from a maidservant to a concubine, and a concubine to the Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect at that. Although compared to the Eldest Miss, the status of the Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect was nothing, it was still a world of difference compared to an ordinary servant like herself.
Huang Quan couldn’t help but relax her body and nestle closer to Ye Anping. However, she suddenly realized why her husband had brought her into the wardrobe. Could it be that he had sensed something? What could be happening in Yun Manor? She had come to warm the bed, and only dared to do so after personally seeing that the Eldest Miss had already fallen asleep. It wasn’t as if the Eldest Miss would suddenly wake up after a short while and come to her husband’s side, right?
—If the Eldest Miss saw me warming her husband’s bed, she would surely throw a huge tantrum?
—So, my husband brought me into the wardrobe to hide?
Huang Quan felt that this guess was logical.
However, just as she thought of this, Ye Anping directly covered her mouth and nose with his hand. At the same time, a very light sound of a door being pushed open came from outside the wardrobe.
Creeeak—
A man wearing a gray cloak and holding a spirit sword pushed the door open a crack. He looked around the room through the gap. Upon seeing the bulge in the bedding on the bed in the bedroom, he inserted a hollow bamboo tube through the door gap. Ye Anping narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what he was preparing to do. Then, he saw a large amount of purple spiritual mist, like cotton in texture, emanating from the front of the bamboo tube.
Poisonous mist? Was that person an Alchemy Cultivator? Ye Anping did not dare to release his spiritual sense to investigate as he could not see the person. He was unsure of the opponent’s cultivation. Moreover, he had heard footsteps, implying at least three people. He surmised that two others were keeping watch outside, likely in case this person failed and they had to launch a surprise attack from the shadows. The plan was quite good, it was just a pity that neither potent nor weak poison had any effect on him. However, it might not be the same for Huang Quan.
Ye Anping furrowed his brows, increased the strength on the hand covering Huang Quan’s mouth and nose, and gestured to her with his eyes: Hold your breath.
Whoosh—
The poisonous mist continuously filled the room. In a short while, every corner of the room was filled with it. Ye Anping took a slight breath and felt nothing amiss. However, Huang Quan beside him was beginning to struggle.
“Cough, cough—”
Although her mouth and nose were covered, it seemed the poisonous mist could affect people even without inhalation. Hearing the cough, he quickly turned to look at Huang Quan and saw that her eyes were bloodshot. He felt blood seeping from the hand covering her mouth and nose.
“Hoo… Cough, cough, cough— Cough…”
“…Tsk.” Ye Anping clicked his tongue slightly and quickly took out a pill from his storage bag, stuffing it into Huang Quan’s mouth. He then used a physiotherapy technique to seal several of her meridians to prevent the poison from spreading within her body. However, this was only a temporary solution.
Huang Quan’s cultivation was only at the Qi Refining second or third stage. Even with the pill, if she continued to be exposed to the poisonous mist, she would only meet a dead end. However, he did not know the cultivation of the three people. If he rushed out with Huang Quan, he would almost certainly encounter the ambush of the three people outside.
What to do? Ye Anping knitted his brows. Seeing Huang Quan coughing up blood, he had a sudden idea and promptly began to cough loudly.
“Cough, cough, cough—!!”
At the same time, he randomly took something from his storage bag and threw it through the gap in the wardrobe door, hitting a glass vase on the dressing table in the room.
Crash—
The vase shattered into pieces, making a loud sound.
“What happened?!! Help!! Someone, anyone!! Cough, cough, cough—”
Ye Anping shouted, but he suppressed his voice to sound hoarse. He then threw a small knife, knocking over a small wooden stool next to the round table in the room.
“Ugh… help…”
He pretended to be weak as he called out, while also paying attention to Huang Quan’s condition beside him.
—Ten breaths. Huang Quan could probably only last ten more breaths. If the people outside didn’t break in by the eighth breath, then he would have to force his way out with Huang Quan through the window behind them.
“Hold on a little longer, don’t fall asleep.”
Ye Anping said with a frown, counting silently in his heart. When he counted to “six,”
Creeeak—
The bedroom door was pushed open.
Instantly, the purple spiritual mist inside the room surged out like a flood from the direction of the bedroom door. In just two or three breaths, the purple spiritual mist that had filled the bedroom dissipated completely. Ye Anping breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he formed a sword finger with his right hand, prepared his spirit sword, and fixed his gaze on the bedroom door.
A man in a purple cloak, sword in hand, stepped over the threshold and entered. He looked around the room. Upon seeing the bulge in the quilt on the bed, he showed a slight look of confusion. However, after a moment’s hesitation, he gingerly approached the bedside.
Ye Anping narrowed his eyes, his heart settled: Early Foundation Establishment Stage… I can defeat him in seconds! As the man raised the spirit sword in his hand and thrust it towards the bulge in the quilt—
Snap—
Ye Anping forcefully pushed open the double doors of the wardrobe. As the wardrobe directly faced the bed, meaning it was behind the man, he was startled. He immediately turned around to see a spirit sword, high above, like a dragon’s head, splitting down towards him. The man instinctively held his spirit sword horizontally above his head, trying to block it.
However—
Swish—
Ye Anping’s spirit sword seemed to pass directly through his spirit sword. A silver moon flashed. The man’s eyes widened as he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
Dong—
His vision tilted, aligning with Ye Anping’s feet.
“Ah…”
He seemed to want to say something, but his vocal cords were no longer with his head. Blood slowly spread. Ye Anping sheathed his spirit sword and looked at the open bedroom door. Seeing that the other two did not seem inclined to follow, he pondered for a moment and smiled faintly. He put his spirit sword back into his storage bag, then walked forward, picked up the spirit sword in the man’s hand, stripped off the bloodstained gray cloak and mask, and put them on himself.
