Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 620

After a loud "crash", the tranquility was completely disturbed, and layers of ripples spread wildly in all directions, turning the originally stable situation into pieces and chaos.

The hidden hatred between the two sides, under this sudden and strong impact, was like a raging fire fanned by the fierce wind that was howling wildly in the mountains. It burst into flames with a "boom".

The fire grew more and more fierce, the flames licking the surrounding air crazily, it was many times thicker and hotter than before, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

Lin Wanting knew her master's temperament very well.

The master has had a hot temper since he was born. Normally, he is like a pile of dry and flammable firewood. It only takes a tiny spark to ignite a raging fire.

Once completely enraged, it will be like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, running rampant across the vast grassland without any scruples at all.

It tramples on everything in its path, leaving chaos wherever it goes.

If the master really lets his anger get the better of him, the consequences will be so serious that it will be like a terrible disaster, unimaginable and chilling.

Although this farce of unexpected enmity filled her heart with helplessness and bitterness, as if she had swallowed an extremely unripe fruit, her heart was full of bitterness.

But she also understood deeply that the current situation had long been out of control, just like a kite with a broken string, swept away by the strong wind, flying farther and farther, and could no longer be pulled back on track, drifting towards an unknown and chaotic direction.

She pondered secretly in her heart, as if there were two little people arguing fiercely in her mind.

No matter the final outcome of this battle, whether He Yuzhu relied on his superior skills to defeat the others and stand out, or his master relied on his profound and powerful skills to win a great victory, for her, it was like a nightmare, a cruel ending that she did not want to see from the bottom of her heart.

In this dilemma, which seemed like a hopeless situation, she felt as if she were trapped in a thorny bush full of thorns and dangers.

Every step you take may cause your feet to be severely pricked by sharp thorns, and the piercing pain will instantly spread throughout your body.

She was full of hesitation, her thoughts were in a mess, and she had completely lost her direction. She could only stand there blankly, her eyes full of helplessness and confusion, like an abandoned island in the vast ocean, isolated and helpless, and at a loss.

"Master, please don't be angry first, let me explain..." Lin Wanting's voice trembled, her eyes turned red with anxiety, tears were rolling in her eyes, her eyes were like a frightened deer, full of anxiety and helplessness.

She bent her knees slightly, leaned forward, and subconsciously clasped her hands together in front of her chest, as if she was praying devoutly, begging her master desperately, hoping that he would calm down his anger and give her a chance to explain the whole story.

However, at this moment, Zhao Yunhai was like a volcano about to erupt. The raging anger rushed from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head, and the defense line of reason collapsed in an instant and turned into nothing.

His chest heaved violently, his eyes widened, and he stared at Lin Wanting, as if he wanted to see through her. His ears seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and no sound from the outside world could get in. How could he hear what she said?

"He, you captured my apprentice and injured my son. Today I will make you pay with blood!" Zhao Yunhai's chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force. He gritted his teeth like an enraged beast.

His lips trembled slightly due to the force, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, wrapped in endless hatred.

At this moment, the flame of revenge flashed in his eyes. The flame was hot and crazy, like the fire from the depths of hell, burning fiercely, as if to devour He Yuzhu completely.

Zhao Yunhai took a step forward, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white from the exertion. He roared, "I will use your blood to commemorate my fallen disciple!"

It turned out that he had received a tip-off a few days ago, and learned that Xu Changfeng had met with an accident and died unfortunately.

In the end, Xu Changfeng fell in a pool of blood and died under the indiscriminate gunfire from Gao Kening's men.

However, tracing back to the source, the instigator of all these disasters was actually He Yuzhu.

The situation got increasingly out of control. When Gao Kening heard the news of Xu Changfeng's death, he felt like he was struck by lightning. He suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot.

And those gunmen who shot Xu Changfeng seemed to be shrouded in bad luck. They died one after another with unknown causes and strange circumstances.

Now that such a chaotic and difficult situation is before him, if he wants to take revenge and seek justice, after much thought, he can only target He Yuzhu.

After all, in the area of ​​Macao, the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak prevails. Only by putting He Yuzhu to death and establishing authority with thunder-like means can we truly intimidate the various forces in Macao with ulterior motives.

Only by making them feel awe can we force those wealthy businessmen to hand over the two apprentices. Otherwise, this matter will never be resolved and there will be no room for turning around.

Zhao Yunhai's mind was as clear as a mirror. After years of struggling in this mixed world, he knew too well that getting along in society was not just about being brave and courageous, and that fighting and killing alone would not get you by.

The intertwined human relationships and social connections here are intricate and complex, hundreds of times more complicated than the superficial swordplay.

Take the current thorny issue for example. If he couldn't find a proper and comprehensive way to resolve it, given his previous violent temper, he would have rushed to the door alone with his weapon in hand, using the most direct and violent means to clean up all the troubles in one go. However, the subsequent hidden dangers brought about by such actions were not something he could easily afford.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yunhai's eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, and the aura around him suddenly changed.

He stomped his foot suddenly, and there was a loud "bang", just like a thunder exploding out of nowhere. The sound waves rolled, shaking the surrounding air and causing ripples.

At this moment, his body seemed to be infused with a tremendous force, and expanded rapidly like inflation, and in the blink of an eye it grew by more than three feet.

He stood tall with his head held high, his clothes rustling, like a majestic god of war appearing on earth.

At the same time, a faint white mist emanated from his whole body. The mist was soft and ethereal, just like the morning mist that permeated the mountains at dawn, hazy and dreamy; it was also like the spiritual energy surrounding an immortal, with a sense of otherworldliness.

The white mist seemed to have intelligence, as if being pulled by some mysterious force, flowing slowly and leisurely around his body, sometimes condensing, sometimes dispersing, as if accumulating endless energy, and it could erupt like a volcano at any time, releasing astonishing power that could destroy the world.

Zhao Yunhai's hands were waving in the air at an astonishing speed. His movements were so swift that they were like a sharp lightning, instantly tearing through the quiet night sky. It was impossible for people to follow him with their eyes. They could only feel a chaotic mixture of light and shadow in front of their eyes.

Every time he waved his hands, it was accompanied by a strong airflow, which made a crisp sonic boom. The sound was as powerful as the booming of war drums on the battlefield, and as passionate as the plucking of pipa strings in ancient music. It went straight into people's hearts, making their chests resonate and their blood surge.

Zhao Yunhai was a burly man, seven feet tall, and exuded a heroic spirit. However, his fingers were in a completely different posture, as gentle as a gentle woman in the Jiangnan water village holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking with lotus steps, delicate and agile.

When his slender fingers gently swept through the void, the mist that was originally scattered and floating around was as if pulled by an invisible force, like soldiers obeying orders obediently, and quickly gathered towards his fingertips, condensing into thin but tough white lines.

These white lines seemed to have come to life, dancing freely in the air with Zhao Yunhai's agile and changeable gestures, like a group of fairies dressed in white gauze and with graceful figures, performing a beautiful dance. Their postures seemed soft and pleasing to the eye, but in fact, every swing concealed a deadly murderous intent, making it impossible to guard against it.

These threads, like sharp lightning, penetrate the void in an instant at terrifying speed. Their sharpness seems to be able to tear through steel with ease, which makes people shudder.

A faint and cold light flickered on each silk thread. The light was mysterious and strange, like a beast lurking in the dark, emitting an extremely dangerous aura.

If these threads accidentally wrapped around a person, even an ordinary mortal body would be unable to withstand such terrifying power.

In an instant, the body will be as if cut by countless sharp blades at the same time, and will be torn apart easily, with blood splattering everywhere, and the scene will be horrific.

He Yuzhu had previously heard from Lin Wanting about the methods of her master Zhao Yunhai, and he had some plans in mind.

Zhao Yunhai was able to condense his internal energy and release it outwards, transforming it into thin strands of energy.

These methods are the secrets passed down from generation to generation in their sect. Ordinary disciples are not even qualified to know them, which shows how precious and profound they are.

However, He Yuzhu did not show any surprise or admiration, but instead looked disdainful.

In his opinion, the ability to release internal energy that Zhao Yunhai was proud of was something he had already mastered many years ago, and he was very adept at using it, far surpassing ordinary people.

Although Zhao Yunhai is a master at the peak of the transformation realm, relying on his profound internal strength, he can barely exert his internal strength and condense it into threads, but in He Yuzhu's eyes, this is nothing but a dwarf compared to a giant.

You must know that for a peerless expert who has truly entered the Baodan realm, condensing and releasing vital energy is as easy as pie.

For them, this is a basic ability that is as natural as breathing, and they can do it effortlessly without any deliberate effort.

A strong person in the Baodan realm has surging vital energy all over his body. Every move he makes is extremely powerful. The release of vital energy is as common as eating and drinking water, and has become a standard feature for entering this realm.

In comparison, Zhao Yunhai's methods were really not worthy of He Yuzhu's attention.

"Although you are only at the peak of Hua Jin, you can barely perform this move, which is truly amazing. No wonder everyone in the martial arts world says that you have the potential to enter the Bao Dan realm." He Yuzhu thought to himself.

The ability to release vital energy is unique to those who have reached the Baodan realm.

Zhao Yunhai was able to perform it ahead of time, which meant that he was only one step away from the realm of Baodan, almost within reach, and it was a natural outcome.

However, at this moment, the vital energy between heaven and earth is extremely thin, just like a trickle in a dry riverbed.

How easy is it to gather enough vital energy?

This requires hard work day after day and year after year, just like grinding an iron rod into a needle, or like water dripping through a stone. It takes a lot of time and effort.

But as long as you don't encounter any unexpected misfortunes and practice diligently, one day you will be able to break through the shackles and step into the coveted state of holding the elixir.

It is worth mentioning that this was the first time in He Yuzhu's life that he had seen someone so close to the Baodan realm.

In the past, he had long conversations with Huo Yingdong and others, and heard that the Nanyang area was not a simple place now.

There are many masters in the Baodan stage there, and many warriors have already entered the Gang realm.

Each of these warriors who have entered the Gang realm has mastered extraordinary skills.

Some can split huge rocks with their bare hands, some can walk on the turbulent river as if it were flat ground, and some can send opponents flying several feet away with just their breath.

They are all well-known figures in the Nanyang underworld. Their every move is watched closely and their prestige is extremely high.

Their existence is like a mysterious and heavy veil covering the martial arts world of Nanyang, making this land filled with a powerful and awe-inspiring atmosphere, attracting countless martial artists to yearn for it.

In this vast world, from the ancient civilizations of the East, to the emerging powers of the West, to the island nations far across the ocean, almost every country is like a treasure house of martial arts, hiding such hidden masters.

They are the mysterious guardians of the martial arts world, like the magic needle that stabilizes the sea. With their extraordinary martial arts and prestige, they firmly control the martial arts circles of their respective countries, maintain the balance and order of martial arts in one area, and ensure that the situation in the martial arts world, although unpredictable, always runs on a controllable track.

Even in the tiny city of Hong Kong, behind the bustling business, the four major trading companies each have powerful men in charge.

These powerful men seem to be the hermit masters from ancient legends. They usually live in seclusion, hiding in quiet courtyards in bustling cities, or living in seclusion in ancient temples in the mountains far away from the hustle and bustle.

They rarely appear in public, neither participate in the disputes over fame and fortune in the world, nor pursue worldly success and fame.

It seems that their existence is just a vague legend in the world, only occasionally mentioned in casual conversation after dinner, accompanied by the lingering fragrance of tea and the smell of fireworks in the streets and alleys, adding a touch of mystery to ordinary days.

In the public eye, most of the masters who appear publicly are at the Baodan realm. This realm is already the top combat power that can be seen in public.

In this ever-changing world of martial arts, the rule that the strong are respected is like a sharp blade hanging high in the air, constantly influencing the rise and fall of various forces.

It is also because of this that He Yuzhu's company has grown rapidly over the long years, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

On the surface, a person with Hua Jin power, in this field full of opportunities and challenges, is capable of overcoming all obstacles and occupying a world of his own with his own strength.