Joy of Life: Invincible Starting from Basic Swordsmanship

Chapter 74: Little Chrysanthemum "Mom"

In the Imperial Study of the Kyoto Imperial Palace, Emperor Qing held a memorial delivered by the Imperial Censor.

"My decision was definitely right. I thought he'd be lucky to stay at the ninth rank, but he actually reached the upper ninth rank!"

Emperor Qing pondered in a low voice.

"But now, he'll probably be stuck at the ninth rank for a long time!"

At this moment, Emperor Qing finally revealed a smile.

Without his influence, Ye Chengfeng might have needed some more time to break through to the ninth rank.

However, the time required to break through to the Grandmaster level will be greatly shortened.

At the foot of the Hanging Temple, Fan Xian followed Gong Dian, and at this time Fan Xian was carrying a pot of chrysanthemums.

Seeing this, Ye Chengfeng's expression turned somewhat strange.

He thought to himself, "Emperor Qing is truly perverted. He used Ye Qingmei's corpse to grow chrysanthemums, and now he's even making Ye Qingmei's own son hold the pot of flowers!"

"I'll tell Fan Xian about this sometime; it'll be very interesting."

Ye Chengfeng's hatred for Emperor Qing was beyond measure, and he was more than willing to give him any opportunity to cause him trouble.

But now is not the time to think about this.

Fan Xian has already gone up the mountain, and the temple's messenger is about to arrive.

Ye Chengfeng quietly left the carriage and went up the mountain from another direction.

"If Fan Xian could detect the temple's envoy, I refuse to believe that my ninth-rank strength wouldn't allow me to detect him."

Ye Chengfeng had already searched the mountain, but still couldn't find any trace of the temple messenger.

This made Ye Chengfeng somewhat anxious.

Ye Chengfeng certainly didn't want to fight the temple's messenger.

She just wanted to sprinkle the special medicine she had on him.

This potion was specially prepared by Fan Xian at Ye Chengfeng's request. Ye Chengfeng had begged him for a long time before Fan Xian finally agreed.

With this potion, Ye Chengfeng could easily track down his opponent using this special potion.

When he fights Wu Zhu, Ye Chengfeng can get there in time.

Ye Chengfeng naturally wouldn't give up easily and started searching again.

It wasn't until Fan Xian noticed something amiss and flew over the roof of the Hanging Temple to investigate that he realized what was happening.

Following Fan Xian's gaze, Ye Chengfeng finally noticed something unusual on the palace roof.

"Wow, that's amazing! The speed at which the position changes is incredible!"

Ye Chengfeng only saw a dark shadow; the person moved to a different position just as Fan Xian was looking over.

If Ye Chengfeng hadn't been in a different location from Fan Xian, he probably wouldn't have noticed him.

At this moment, Ye Chengfeng didn't care about being exposed and directly pushed his lightness skill to its limit.

At the same time, he poured the special potion from the bottle onto his hand, used his true energy to turn it into mist, and controlled it with sword control techniques.

There was nothing Ye Chengfeng could do; he knew the gap between himself and the temple's messengers.

Given the other person's speed, he probably wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of their clothes, let alone spray the medicine on them.

But fog is different; as long as it can envelop the opponent, the potion's effects can be achieved.

Fan Xian saw Ye Chengfeng suddenly appear and use the potion he had taken from him.

"Did he know from the beginning that I would meet this person on this trip?"

What unsettled Fan Xian even more was that the person who had just appeared bore a striking resemblance to Wu Zhu.

"No, it absolutely can't be Uncle Wuzhu. Ye Chengfeng knows Uncle Wuzhu, and Uncle Wuzhu knows Ye Chengfeng too."

"Besides, Uncle Wuzhu wouldn't possibly not come to see me since he's here!"

"Your perception is really sharp; there really are people who are so ignorant of their own limitations that they dare to cause trouble at the Hanging Temple."

Gong Dian, who had come to investigate, also looked grim.

This was a major dereliction of duty on his part.

After exchanging a few words with Fan Xian, he immediately ordered the Imperial Guards to search the entire Hanging Temple.

Fan Xian was also preparing to return to the carriage to ask Ye Chengfeng who that person was.

Neither of them wanted to stay any longer.

Back in the carriage, they found that Ye Chengfeng had indeed returned.

Fan Xian did not immediately ask Ye Chengfeng.

After the carriage had traveled some distance from the Hanging Temple, Fan Xian couldn't wait to ask Ye Chengfeng.

"Who is that person?"

"Didn't you see it?"

"Impossible, that person is definitely not Uncle Wuzhu."

As soon as Fan Xian finished speaking, he noticed that Ye Chengfeng's arm was bleeding profusely.

At this point, Fan Xian was even less convinced that the man was Wu Zhu.

"You're injured? How is that possible? Why does your wound look like Uncle Wuzhu's weapon?"

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. That's a temple messenger, and his purpose is naturally to kill you."

"Kill me? Why would you kill me?"

Fan Xian doesn't know much about the temple yet, nor does he know what kind of existence it is.

"How would I know? You'll have to investigate that yourself."

"Oh, right, do you remember that pot of chrysanthemums you were carrying earlier?"

Fan Xian was initially a little nervous, because that was a messenger from the temple, and Ye Chengfeng had said he was there to kill him.

Although Fan Xian suspected that Ye Chengfeng was just trying to scare him, the fact that Ye Chengfeng had already appeared at least proved that this person had no good intentions towards him.

What puzzled Fan Xian even more was that Ye Chengfeng changed the subject a little too quickly.

"You changed the subject too quickly. What could possibly be wrong with a chrysanthemum?"

"Haha, that was grown from your mother's ashes."

"what?"

"That's right. After Emperor Qing killed Ye Qingmei, he buried her body somewhere in the palace."

"Oh, right, I guess Emperor Qing will take you to that place later."

Seeing Fan Xian's terrified expression, Ye Chengfeng was even happier.

"You're not lying to me?"

After calming his shock, Fan Xian asked again.

"What good would it do me to lie to you?"

"Naturally, it's meant to pit me against Emperor Qing. You have a grudge against him, that's for sure!"

"Heh, believe it or not."

Having seen through his intentions, Ye Chengfeng stopped paying attention to him.

Fan Xian was also pondering whether Ye Chengfeng's words were true or false.

How much of what he told us was true, and how much was false?

Unfortunately, Fan Xian never expected that Ye Chengfeng was not lying to him at all.

However, the only inaccuracy is that the temple messenger came to kill him.

The temple messenger couldn't possibly kill Fan Xian; at most, he would take Fan Xian back to the temple.

Time flies, and the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Festival at the Hanging Temple officially begins, but Ye Chengfeng naturally won't be going.

There were Qing Kingdom officials everywhere, and the Qing Emperor was also there, so Ye Chengfeng dared not get involved.

While Ye Chengfeng and Fan Ruoruo were enjoying their romance at the Fan residence.

Suddenly, someone came to the palace to take Fan Ruoruo inside.

Ye Chengfeng naturally couldn't let Fan Ruoruo enter the palace alone, so he went along as well.

After making inquiries, Fan Ruoruo also learned that Fan Xian had fought with the assassin and was seriously injured.

Seeing Fan Ruoruo's nervous appearance, Ye Chengfeng felt extremely distressed.

"It's alright, Ruoruo. Fan Xian isn't that easy to kill. Let's go check on him first."

"I hope so."

After entering the palace, Fan Ruoruo went to check on Fan Xian's injuries.

Ye Chengfeng, however, was summoned aside by Emperor Qing.

"Is there something you need, Your Majesty?"

"What? You have a problem with me?"

"Emperor Qing, we both know what you have done to me, and I will find a chance to get revenge."

"Arrogant brat."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense, but neither of them could do anything to the other at this moment.

Ye Chengfeng was afraid of him because he couldn't beat him, while Emperor Qing was afraid of Si Gu Jian behind Ye Chengfeng.