Medical and Martial God-Chapter 214: Your Analysis Makes So Much Sense

Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Your Analysis Makes So Much Sense

Ye Xiu didn’t ask any further. A minor character like Lv Liang wouldn’t know such top-secret information.

He said, "Take me to cash in my chips. Also, since you wasted the time An Dongye and I had for barbecue and beer and soured our moods, you’re fined 100 million. Any objections?"

PFFT!

Lv Liang nearly coughed up blood.

I just lost 330 million, and now I have to pay another 100 million as a penalty! Is this my day for financial ruin?

However, he didn’t dare refuse. "No objections, no objections at all!"

"Let’s go."

"Yes, yes, of course!"

After cashing in the chips, Ye Xiu and An Dongye left the Crystal Palace. Ye Xiu then called Qing Luan.

"Why haven’t you shut down the Crystal Palace?" he asked.

"The Crystal Palace has powerful backers," Qing Luan replied.

"The Xiong Family?" Ye Xiu asked.

"The Xiong Family is backed by the Shen Family of Qi Yun Dao," Qing Luan explained.

"The Shen Family?" Ye Xiu was taken aback. "How come I’ve never heard of them?"

"The Shen Family is a mysterious clan with a thousand-year history, but they aren’t an Ancient Martial Family. However, many Ancient Martial Families, Sects, and Loose Cultivators are affiliated with them. That’s all I know," Qing Luan said.

Ye Xiu narrowed his eyes.

Qing Luan’s words contained a lot of information. There are many wealthy people who can hire Ancient Martial Families, Sects, and Loose Cultivators for tasks, but getting Martial Artists to pledge their allegiance is extremely difficult. Even a rich Ancient Martial Family like the Ye Family couldn’t make other families and sects pledge allegiance; they could only gather some cash-strapped Loose Cultivators. For Qing Luan, one of Xuanse’s Eight Great National Protector War Gods, to know so little about the Shen Family... It seems this Shen Family is no simple matter.

"Right, there’s something I was about to tell you," Qing Luan said.

"What is it?"

"The Sang Jing and Yalei Ninja Warriors are locked in a bloody battle at Kangtai Hospital. Do you know what’s going on?"

"The Xuan Ming Sect sent people to Sang Jing to slaughter the Tiansha Association Headquarters, and Mutou Bingyuan sent people to slaughter the Xuan Ming Sect Headquarters," Ye Xiu explained.

"I see," Qing Luan said. "Should I intervene?"

"Let them fight. It would be best if they bashed each other’s brains out."

"Alright," Qing Luan replied.

He hung up the call.

Ye Xiu sent a text message to Gong Jin: "Secretly investigate the Shen Family of Qi Yun Dao. Do it without raising any alarms and report back only after you have a clear picture."

Gong Jin’s reply was swift: "Understood!"

"Little bro, that wasn’t very loyal of you!" An Dongye suddenly said.

"How was I not loyal?" Ye Xiu asked, baffled.

"You won 330 million, and Lv Liang paid another 100 million fine, yet you only gave me two million. Is that what you call loyal? I’m the boss. Since when does the little bro take the lion’s share while the boss gets the scraps?" An Dongye felt a sense of crisis, as if his position as leader was unstable.

"You snatched five million from Li Yuefeng, and I gave you another two million. That means you made seven million in one night, which isn’t a small amount," Ye Xiu said.

"Seven million isn’t a small amount, but the gap is too vast compared to your 430 million," An Dongye grumbled.

"So, how much do you want?" Ye Xiu asked.

An Dongye thought for a moment. "I don’t want any of the 330 million you won. But for the 100 million fine from Lv Liang, we should split it sixty-forty. I get sixty, you get forty. After all, I’m the boss, and I was a victim too. Why shouldn’t I get compensation for my emotional distress?"

"That’s not how you should calculate it. Let me break it down for you," Ye Xiu said with a serious expression. "Think about it. If I hadn’t come with you, Lv Liang would have definitely taken back the five million you snagged. On top of that, you’d have been beaten up or even killed by Xiong Wu and his son. I saved your life and helped you earn seven million. Just think about it. Mull it over."

An Dongye mulled it over. "Damn, your analysis makes so much sense that I don’t even know how to argue with it."

"Then don’t," Ye Xiu said.

An Dongye felt incredibly frustrated. But as the boss, he couldn’t be seen haggling with his subordinate, especially when Ye Xiu’s reasoning was sound. He conceded, "Fine, in that case, you’re treating me to dinner."

"No problem. What do you want to eat?"

"I’m definitely going to take you to the cleaners."

While Ye Xiu and An Dongye went for a late-night meal, the Martial Artists from Yalei Country and Sang Jing were fighting to the death at Kangtai Hospital.

Initially, I had only intended to incite a war between the Tiansha Association and the Xuan Ming Sect. I hadn’t expected to drag the Martial Artists of two nations into it, turning it into a national conflict! This is perfect! After this battle, the martial strength of both countries will likely be crippled, leaving them unable to compete on the international stage!

...

「The next morning!」 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

When Mutou Bingyuan arrived at Kangtai Hospital, the Martial Artists from Yalei Country had already withdrawn, leaving the hospital littered with corpses.

"After this battle, the Tiansha Association is only left with the Young Master and the Eight Great Serpent Heads," Yagyu Uemon sighed.

"Were the losses that heavy?" Mutou Bingyuan asked in shock.

"The Xuan Ming Sect sent people to slaughter the Tiansha Association Headquarters and all its branches, leaving no one alive," Yagyu Uemon said. "The Tiansha Association’s strength is formidable, but our numbers are limited because Sang Jing is a small country with few Martial Artists. Yalei Country, on the other hand, is vast and rich in resources. They have nearly as many Martial Artists as Xuanse and several times more War Gods than we do. In last night’s desperate battle, all the other War Gods died tragically, leaving only us, the Eight Great Serpent Heads."

Mutou Bingyuan’s expression turned grim, but there was nothing he could do. A war between nations came down to the quantity and quality of Martial Artists, and Sang Jing was vastly inferior to Yalei Country in both respects. With odds of a hundred to one against them, defeat was inevitable.

"Are Miyamoto Satoshi and the medical inspection team alright?" Mutou Bingyuan asked anxiously.

"They’re fine," Yagyu Uemon replied.

Mutou Bingyuan breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as they’re safe. Once we initiate the Seven Deadly Pill plan, not a single Yalei person in Jin Ye City will leave alive."

...

After finishing breakfast, Ye Xiu and Qin Qing carried the urns containing the ashes of his mother and maternal grandparents to Qiancheng Farm. Ye Tianming and Ye Shaokang had already built the tomb, using the finest materials with exquisite craftsmanship.

A dirt-covered Ye Tianming greeted them with a sheepish and cloying smile. "Grandson, Granddaughter-in-law, you’re here!" he said, trying his best to appear benevolent.

"When did I ever acknowledge you as my grandfather?" Ye Xiu asked coldly.

"Yes, yes, of course!" Ye Tianming broke out in a cold sweat and quickly changed the subject. "Um, look at the tomb Shaokang and I built for your mother and grandparents. Are you satisfied with it?"

"Not bad," Ye Xiu nodded.

It really wasn’t bad. The tomb was situated at the foot of a mountain with a small stream flowing in front of it—a perfect resting place nestled between the mountains and the water.

The villa being constructed nearby was for him and Qin Qing. Qiancheng Farm was set to become Ye Xiu’s main base, and they planned to move here.

"As long as you’re satisfied!" Hearing Ye Xiu’s approval, Ye Tianming and Ye Shaokang let out a sigh of relief.

Ye Tianming then asked, "When will the funeral begin?"

"They’re already gone. What’s the point of all that ceremony?" Ye Xiu stated coolly.

He and Qin Qing then carefully placed the urns inside the tomb. With their own hands, they laid the sealing slab and enclosed it.

They set out the offerings. They knelt and bowed three times. With that, the simple burial was complete.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Qing Luan.

"There’s trouble at the gymnasium! If you don’t get here soon, everyone here will be killed!"