Chapter 432 A Foolproof Plan
The cold-blooded killer named Zuo Yan Ti approached Lin Ye as he spoke. It was clear he was determined, focused, and extremely calm and composed.
Seeing Zuo Yan Ti’s ghastly pale face, Lin Ye felt like a deflated balloon and almost collapsed.
Before Madam Xiao left, she had secretly told him a secret: in the enemy country, martial arts masters were abundant. Besides the Sword God Meng Liuquan, there was also a man named Zuo Yan Ti.
Zuo Yan Ti was the truly formidable one, and he was very likely bribed by Fei Bu Fan. She warned him to be extremely careful and guard against Zuo Yan Ti infiltrating their small city.
Madam Xiao also told Lin Ye that if Meng Liuquan needed ten seconds to defeat an opponent slightly weaker than himself, Zuo Yan Ti would absolutely only need five to seven seconds at most.
Zuo Yan Ti was the fastest, most ruthless, and most effective sword-wielding killer among all the masters in the enemy country.
Zuo Yan Ti emerged from the crowd, holding a treasure sword with a blue glow on its blade in his right hand. He stared at Lin Ye with icy eyes, smiled, and as he smiled, he even spat on Lin Ye’s face.
Lin Ye was enraged. He wiped his face and only then realized something was wrong. The saliva felt sticky, as if it had taken root on his face. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move it at all. Lin Ye roared, “Zuo Yan Ti, what exactly do you want?”
Zuo Yan Ti cackled strangely and appeared before Lin Ye in a flash. His eyes, burning with flames, stared intently at Lin Ye and he said, “I thought you would all come.
At least you brought two women. I didn’t expect you to be so brave, coming here alone. But it doesn’t matter. If you don’t go back tonight, Little Fairy and the others will surely find you when they realize something has happened.
Do you know why I, Zuo Yan Ti, traveled thousands of miles from the deep mountains to this small city to kill you? Because someone paid me a hefty price to come out of seclusion. For the sake of money, I had no choice. I knew you would come to the innkeeper for the antidote, so I waited here.”
It took Lin Ye considerable effort to scrape off the saliva Zuo Yan Ti had spat on his face. It felt peculiar, and when he touched it again, he found he had also peeled off a layer of skin, drawing blood. “Zuo Yan Ti, this means our enmity is irreconcilable.”
With that, his treasure sword slashed out with a hiss, aiming to gain the initiative. This was the only way he could break free from Zuo Yan Ti’s control.
Zuo Yan Ti smiled strangely, not dodging, but instead turning his head towards Lin Ye’s Hell Sword.
With a *thwack*, the blade bit deeply into Zuo Yan Ti’s forehead, sinking in.
Zuo Yan Ti’s face contorted almost beyond recognition.
Lin Ye burst into laughter, shouting, “Zuo Yan Ti, I thought you were so capable. I didn’t expect you to be so fragile. You were defeated with just one strike, your head split open. Laugh, why aren’t you laughing anymore? Serves you right!”
Before he could finish, he pulled hard, trying to extract the sword from Zuo Yan Ti’s forehead, curious to see how his head had been split open. Lin Ye even imagined the gruesome scene of blood mixed with brain matter spilling from Zuo Yan Ti’s wound.
But at that moment, Zuo Yan Ti’s eyes rolled exaggeratedly. Then, a bizarre smile crept across his deathly pale face. “Kid, you are so ignorant. You underestimate me, Zuo Yan Ti, too much. You don’t even consider my depth. Go.” As he spoke, his forehead swelled like a ball, and Lin Ye’s treasure sword was repelled with a *pop*.
Lin Ye turned pale with shock. Upon closer inspection, Zuo Yan Ti’s forehead was completely intact. It hadn’t been injured at all. What kind of bizarre technique was this? Terrified, Lin Ye knew he was no match for Zuo Yan Ti and turned to flee.
Zuo Yan Ti caught up in a flash and struck at Lin Ye’s back with his palm. Lin Ye knew escape was impossible. He gathered his strength and took the blow head-on. His chest was severely shaken, and he vomited a mouthful of pus and blood. “Zuo Yan Ti, don’t get cocky. Although I’ve been defeated by you, someone will surely come to deal with you sooner or later. Even if your martial arts are formidable, you must know that there are absolutely people in the martial arts world with better skills than you,” Lin Ye said with a cold smile, struggling to stay on his feet.
Zuo Yan Ti wasn’t angry. He walked up to Lin Ye, stared at him, and smiled, “Do you know why I cared so much about Little Fairy and the others coming?
I can tell you now, I want those women to be my wives. That reason should be sufficient, right? Kid, what do you say?” “You!” Lin Ye fumed, “If you dare to disrespect Little Fairy and the others, I swear I will kill you.”
Zuo Yan Ti sneered, waved his hand, and knocked the injured Lin Ye to the ground with a punch, saying, “I’ll spare you for now. Go back and tell those women my name, Zuo Yan Ti. I’ll be waiting for them here.
If they come, I’ll naturally get the antidote from the innkeeper for you. You have no other choice. Because I know who you are trying to deal with, and without the Sword God’s help, your goal is impossible to achieve. Hahaha.” With that, Zuo Yan Ti burst into laughter.
Lin Ye hesitated for a moment, thinking it was best to go back first. Fighting against a perfect master like Zuo Yan Ti would only lead to death. He had to discuss it with Little Fairy and the others to devise a foolproof plan. With this thought, Lin Ye no longer hesitated, got up, and left.
By the time Lin Ye returned, Meng Liuquan was in critical condition. If he didn’t get the antidote soon, he likely wouldn’t survive.
Yu Kefan watched over her quietly, her expression filled with melancholy and despair. Seeing Lin Ye return, her eyes lit up.
But as soon as she saw Lin Ye shake his head, she knew the antidote hadn’t been found. Hope seemed distant, and she couldn’t help but burst into tears, sobbing, “Heavens, why are you so unfair?”
Hearing Yu Kefan’s cries, Little Fairy’s heart ached. She turned and looked at Lin Ye’s injured face, sighing, “Alas, little brother. How did you get injured? What exactly happened to your face? Tell me what happened?” Hong Chen and Molly felt uneasy seeing Lin Ye injured. They both came over to examine his facial injuries.
Lin Ye looked at the women looking at him, his gaze somewhat evasive. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just ran into an ambush on the way. But it’s fine, the injuries aren’t serious. I’ll be better in a day or two. Don’t worry about me.” He then ignored Little Fairy and the others and went to sit on a broken chair by the window.
He lowered his head, staring intently at the bloodstained sword in his hand, unwilling to say another word. He was pondering whether to tell Little Fairy, Hong Chen, and Molly what Zuo Yan Ti had said. This situation was too strange, and he needed to think clearly before making a decision.
Little Fairy didn’t understand why Lin Ye was acting this way, as if deliberately avoiding them. She felt confused and approached. “Little brother, you should tell us what happened. Why are you afraid to look at us? You weren’t like this before.”
