Invincible Little School Doctor
Chapter 259: Who Can Do Anything to Me?

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Who Can Do Anything to Me?

Junior Brother Ye?

Upon hearing the person on the opposite sofa addressing him like that, Ye Haochuan’s heart skipped a beat. Could this guy also be a disciple of an Ancient Martial Arts Sect?

"You are..." Ye Haochuan’s expression darkened as he hesitated.

Hao Wentong laughed heartily as he stood up and said, "Junior Brother Ye, don’t be tense. We are all brothers from the same sect. There’s no need to be on edge. Just relax, relax..."

Damn it, relax your sister!

Ye Haochuan was feeling displeased and said, "Spit it out if you have something to say. If you have to fart, just let it rip."

Hao Wentong laughed again and said, "Refreshing, refreshing! I, Hao Wentong, just like speaking with straightforward people."

Hao Wentong?

Ye Haochuan’s mind raced as he suddenly recalled something and said, "You’re that what’s-his-name, Master Hao? The one who sent people to try to abduct Xiao Haimei?"

Hao Wentong laughed uproariously, "Junior Brother Ye is indeed no ordinary man. You deduced my identity just from a single sentence of mine, impressive, impressive!"

"Your mother’s, did you eat too much daidai today? Why the hell keep spouting nonsense? Cut the crap and get to the point," Ye Haochuan snapped impatiently.

Facing such foul language, even someone as easy-going as Hao Wentong felt a bit displeased, but still, he said, "Alright, since Junior Brother Ye wants me to get to the point, I’ll speak frankly. The word is all around that the Ice Soul Sword is in your hands. It’d be wise for you to hand over the Ice Soul Sword."

It seems the Ice Soul Sword is really something, with so many people coveting it.

Ye Haochuan quietly sighed, while becoming even more convinced that there was absolutely no way anyone could take the Ice Soul Sword from him!

"I don’t even have the Ice Soul Sword on me, how can I hand it over?" Ye Haochuan persisted stubbornly, "Damn, what’s with today? Why are so many people asking me for the Ice Soul Sword? Who the hell is the bastard framing me with this shit?"

After saying that, he also felt a bit ashamed; tracing the source, wasn’t the bastard none other than himself?

But thinking about his shamelessness and obstinacy, who could do anything to me?

Ye Haochuan shamelessly thought.

Hao Wentong’s face darkened as he said, "Junior Brother Ye, the rumors are so detailed they practically have a ’nose and eyes’ saying you killed Ling Xiaotian, Junior Brother Ling, and snatched the Ice Soul Sword from him. What now? Did the deed but can’t admit it?"

Ye Haochuan found it extremely amusing. Today, several groups had come to him asking for the Ice Soul Sword, but alas, most of them were merely probing and could not confirm it was truly in his hands. He didn’t expect Hao Wentong to be the same.

"I admit, I’ve met Ling Xiaotian, but Mister Hao, you’re overestimating me. Not to mention the rules of our sect, even if it’s just me, facing an opponent with the Ice Soul Sword, I wouldn’t even be able to fight him, let alone kill him," Ye Haochuan spoke at length with great conviction.

Hao Wentong stared at his face for a good while but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Then, with a sly look, he said, "So you mean to say the Ice Soul Sword really isn’t with you. If Master Hao goes ahead and cripples you, it’s all on your head, right?"

The moment the words were out, the atmosphere suddenly froze over, exceedingly cold and chilly.

Ye Haochuan instantly became alert, sinking his qi into his Dantian, fully on guard.

"Thousand Hands Seal!"

In an instant, Hao Wentong burst forth with energy, as his hand suddenly transformed a thousand ways, like the thousand hands of Avalokiteshvara, reaching straight for Ye Haochuan’s face.

Just with this move, Ye Haochuan could determine that Hao Wentong had at least the cultivation of the Postnatal Late Stage, a level above him.

On the client application inside the Ancient Martial Arts Sect, he had looked carefully, the Thousand Hands Seal required a cultivation at the Postnatal Late Stage to activate.

With his current cultivation, he dared not even think of resisting it, but the opponent’s approach was too fast and overwhelmingly fierce. In his urgency, he could only quickly unleash the Nine Tyrant Dragons Fist.

However, this time, the usually powerful and domineering Nine Tyrant Dragons Fist was simply not enough under the Thousand Hands Seal’s unique skill. There was just a loud boom as the Nine Tyrant Dragons Fist was pulverized.

Damn it!

Ye Haochuan hastily employed the Tiger Pounce Dragon Roam to dodge swiftly, but the whizzing Thousand Hands Seal stirred up a fierce current of air, causing his internal organs to churn as if being hit by a turbulent wave, making him somewhat uncomfortable.

Luckily, he was wearing the Golden Silk Soft Armor, a defensive Superior Magic Artifact that absorbed most of the force. Otherwise, he would have felt even worse.

"Huh, kid, you really are a bit strange. You took my Thousand Hands Seal and seem to be fine," Hao Wentong said in surprise.

After speaking, his palms moved in succession, unleashing another Thousand Hands Seal, which bore down on him like two towering Mount Tais.

Ye Haochuan immediately felt the strain, and deep inside, he repeatedly wanted to bring out the Ice Soul Sword and go on a rampage, but considering the crowd outside, he had to endure it.

Fortunately, at this moment, the sound of a window breaking came from upstairs.

Ye Haochuan turned on his Perspective, looked up, and saw that the room where Old Master Xiao was, had its window broken into. Uncle Fu’s figure flashed in, and Liu Fangmin, who was in charge of guarding Old Master Xiao, was caught by Uncle Fu by the throat, squeezed fiercely, and died from suffocation.

Upon seeing this, Ye Haochuan was overjoyed and shouted loudly, "Brother Zehao, show yourself quickly and lend me a hand!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Su Zehao, who had been on standby near the villa’s front gate, burst through the gate. Yang Shaohai at the gate didn’t have time to react before Su Zehao opened his folding fan and slashed it across his neck.

Amidst the screams, Yang Shaohai’s throat gushed blood, and he fell to the ground, dead.

Simultaneously, Uncle Fu also threw Liu Fangmin’s body down.

When Hao Wentong saw that his two Junior Brothers were killed in an instant, he completely lost his composure and let out a furious roar, charging at Ye Haochuan like a madman!

Ye Haochuan could only dodge left and right, but fortunately, Su Zehao came up in time to lend support and intercepted Hao Wentong, which allowed him to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Against Ye Haochuan, who refused to use the Ice Soul Sword, Hao Wentong, a Postnatal Late Stage expert, could still swagger around, but against Su Zehao, at the Postnatal Peak, he was thoroughly outclassed.

In less than a moment’s time, Hao Wentong was captured by Su Zehao.

However, Su Zehao still had no sense of defeat and cursed loudly, "Damn you, Su Zehao, how dare you oppose our Ancient Martial Arts Sect? Are you trying to provoke a feud between our Sect and your Institute of Extensive Learning?"

Su Zehao was unmoved and snorted, "The three of you have long been doing evil in the Secular World. This time, you dared to commit a great taboo publicly. Do you think the Law Enforcement Elder of your Ancient Martial Arts Sect will let you off?"

Hao Wentong’s face changed, and then his head drooped down.

At this moment, Uncle Fu’s panicked voice came from upstairs, "Son-in-law Sun, it’s not good, the Old Master... the Old Master is dead."

Just then, Xiao Haimei, Fan Qingyin, and all the guests entered the villa.

Upon hearing the news of grandpa’s death, Xiao Haimei’s entire body went soft, but fortunately, Fan Qingyin held her in time to prevent her from collapsing on the floor.

Ye Haochuan saw her just faint and didn’t worry too much. He hurried upstairs to the room where Old Master Xiao was and saw the old master lying stiff on the bed, having been dead for quite some time.

"Damn it!"

Ye Haochuan’s anger surged and he smashed his fist into the wall, actually creating a fist-sized dent.