Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert
Chapter 556 - 554: Fake Monk?

Chapter 556: Chapter 554: Fake Monk?

Seeing the two of them behaving so affectionately, Xiao Yifeng wore a somewhat awkward expression.

Zi Luo glanced at Xiao Yifeng then focused her gaze on Nogawa, "Him, you cannot take away. Go back and tell the Cangye Family Head that this is my wish!"

Nogawa’s eyes flickered, he nodded and replied, "Yes, Princess Your Highness, I will convey your message to the Family Head."

After making this statement, Nogawa addressed Xiao Yifeng, "If you miss your comrades, you are welcome to visit the Cangye Clan anytime!"

Having said that, Nogawa left, revealing a sinister expression as he did so.

Xiao Yifeng’s complexion changed immediately, and a trace of icy coldness flashed in his eyes.

Nogawa’s words had evidently informed him that Song Chenbo and the others had ended up in the hands of the Cangye Clan.

He had not anticipated that they would ultimately fall into the Cangye people’s hands.

"Brother Xiao! Are you alright?"

Liusheng Jian called out to Xiao Yifeng worriedly.

"I’m fine!"

Xiao Yifeng shook his head.

"Your medical skills are remarkable. I’ll offer you a chance to serve as an Imperial Physician in the Imperial Family, how about it?"

Zi Luo said to Xiao Yifeng with her cool demeanor.

"I’m sorry, Princess, but I’m not interested in becoming an Imperial Physician. I have other matters to attend to. Thank you for your intervention this time, and I shall repay your kindness when the opportunity arises," Xiao Yifeng said indifferently, about to leave but was stopped by the Imperial Family’s bodyguard.

"Let him go!"

With a word from Zi Luo, Xiao Yifeng was allowed to leave the area.

"Princess, please don’t mind!"

Liusheng Yiyi addressed Zi Luo in haste.

"You’re so concerned about him, do you have feelings for him?"

Zi Luo’s gaze bore into Liusheng Yiyi, whose face changed color as she shook her head quickly, "No, Princess, you’re mistaken."

Zi Luo leaned over and whispered into Liusheng Yiyi’s ear, "You are mine, and nobody can take you away. If someone tries to steal you away, I will kill them!"

Hearing Zi Luo’s words, Liusheng Yiyi’s body shivered slightly, her lips tightly sealed, not uttering a word.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yifeng had left the plaza and pulled out his phone to make a call, "Where are you guys now?"

"Alright, I understand, wait for me."

Xiao Yifeng said briefly and then hung up the phone.

"Who’s there?"

Sensing a presence behind him, Xiao Yifeng swiftly turned around, a cold aura surging from within him.

"Don’t be agitated, it’s me!"

The voice of the little monk Qijie erupted, as he stood behind Xiao Yifeng.

"Oh, it’s you!"

Xiao Yifeng relaxed upon seeing Qijie.

"I heard there was a contest in the square and came to join the fun. I didn’t expect to find you here, but your medical skills are truly formidable, probably even more badass than my master’s."

The little monk spoke with a grin on his face.

"Who’s your master, the Abbot of Lingyin Temple?"

Xiao Yifeng asked the little monk involuntarily.

"You’re quite impressive to have guessed that."

"Did you show up this time to take back the Buddhist Relic?"

Xiao Yifeng’s eyes sparkled as he watched Qijie.

"I know the relic is in your hands, but don’t worry, I won’t take it from you. You did treat me to food and drinks, after all. However, if you agree to cover all my future expenses for drinking, eating meat, and chasing girls, then the relic is yours,"

Qijie said with a curl of his lips.

"Is that even possible?"

Xiao Yifeng’s mouth twitched, revealing a strange expression as he looked at the young monk. He now seriously doubted whether this guy was truly a disciple of the Lingyin Temple.

Weren’t they saying that the relic was the temple’s most treasured possession? How could this young monk simply not want it, and for such a reason as having his drinking, meat-eating, and girl-chasing expenses covered? This was completely mind-blowing.

"Besides, the relic isn’t much use unless you collect all seven, so you can have it,"

the young monk said indifferently.

"You need to gather all seven relics for it to work?"

A look of surprise flashed in Xiao Yifeng’s eyes.

"Exactly. Though the relic contains extremely powerful energy that can help martial artists improve their strength, it only reveals its true potential when all seven relics are gathered together,"

"A single one can at best be used to soothe the mind, helping one condense qi and focus the spirit without falling into demonic madness, but that’s about it. Considering the relics have been lost for such a long time, finding them all is still uncertain, so this relic is basically useless. Take it if you want,"

the young monk said, curling his lips.

"I see now!"

Xiao Yifeng had come to understand. No wonder he couldn’t figure out the relic; it was only effective when all seven pieces were gathered, otherwise it was practically useless.

However, he had already collected two relics, leaving only five more to find.

"You really are something, breaking all the monastic precepts—drinking, eating meat, and chasing girls. Are you sure you’re a monk?"

Xiao Yifeng cast another doubtful glance at Qijie.

"Of course, I’ve been in the Lingyin Temple since I was born. What does it matter if I drink, eat meat, or chase girls as long as Buddha is in my heart? It’s all the same, no harm done. What’s the use of abiding by precepts if one’s heart is without Buddha?"

Qijie spoke nonchalantly.

"So, you’re planning to stick with me?"

"My master only gave me a plane ticket, and no extra money. I’m broke, and in Japan, you’re the only Chinese person I know, so naturally, I have to stick with you. Besides, with the relic in your possession, that’s a kind of fate between us,"

Qijie said with a cheerful smile.

"Alright then!"

Xiao Yifeng’s eyes flickered, and he nodded. The young monk was pretty skilled, and it could be helpful to keep him around.

In Kyoto, a discrete building stood thousands of meters away from the harbor. Xiao Yifeng, along with Qijie, arrived at this place and took out his phone to dial a number.

Following that, the building’s door opened, and the figures of Xiao Yifeng and Qijie walked in.

Stepping inside, they were immediately met with a thick aura of battle.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

Two voices rang out, one thunderous and the other exceptionally deep.

These two individuals were Lei Bao, dressed in combat gear with a stern appearance and an aura of warfare about him,

and An Ying, entirely cloaked in black, with no identifiable presence, like a phantom shadow. He was another one of Xiao Yifeng’s subordinates.

Lei Bao excelled at sniping, with sharp eyesight, while An Ying was adept at concealment and assassination. His master, that old man, had passed down this art of stealth, which was even more potent than the Hidden Assassin’s technique. When he truly concealed himself, even Xiao Yifeng would struggle to detect him immediately.

"Greetings to the War Emperor!"

Then, a chorus of powerful voices erupted. In the building stood two hundred Zhan Huang mercenaries clad in mercenary garb, armed with weapons and military swords.

Each was radiating a murderous air, their eyes fiercely sharp, like an elite force. The combined aura of these two hundred soldiers, mixed with the killing intent forged on battlefields, created an oppressive and formidable atmosphere.