Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 170: You Think You’re Worthy?

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: You Think You’re Worthy?

So this was the first time the wooden box had ever been opened.

But just as Ye Fei opened the box, something bad happened!

A puff of white smoke instantly spread as the box’s lid was lifted, making Ye Fei’s brows knit together.

Beside him, Ren Yuan and Ji Yanran both went limp and collapsed directly onto the ground.

"Master, this... this is Sorrowful Wind Powder! It’s a poison designed to seal a martial artist’s inner strength!" Ren Yuan immediately shouted.

Sorrowful Wind Powder?

Before Ye Fei could respond, a crazed laugh echoed in the air.

"Hahaha! Excellent, excellent! I’ve waited so long, and Mr. Ye, you’ve finally opened the box. I was beginning to think I’d have to follow you all the way home!"

A man emerged slowly from the trunk of one of the battered hyena cars, laughing wildly as he straightened his clothes and approached Ye Fei.

"Who are you?" Ye Fei asked, frowning.

"Who am I? I’m an assassin. An assassin sent to kill you!"

The man grinned. "I truly didn’t expect that the renowned young Martial King would be so lacking in experience. Just a small vial of Sorrowful Wind Powder, and you’ve already fallen for it. How are you feeling now?"

"How do I feel? All I know is that you’re courting death." Ye Fei’s expression remained composed as he answered calmly.

The man, seeing this, smirked and gave Ye Fei a mocking thumbs-up. "No wonder you were able to kill Wang Tian—the young Martial King’s ability to stay calm under pressure is indeed impressive. But poisoned by my Sorrowful Wind Powder, you’re merely putting on a brave front! Today, let me be the first assassin to kill someone in the Divine Martial Realm!"

As he spoke, the man suddenly pulled out a pitch-black gun and pointed it directly at Ye Fei’s head.

Seeing this, Ren Yuan pushed himself up with great effort, wielding his sword as he stood in front of Ye Fei. "If you want to kill my master, you’ll have to get past me first!"

"Get past you? Hah, what a joke. You’ve been struck by Sorrowful Wind Powder—you can barely protect yourself, and yet you dare block my way?" the man sneered dismissively.

"Hmph! It’s true that all my inner strength has been sealed!"

Swoosh!

Mid-sentence, Ren Yuan’s longsword trembled, and his expression turned solemn as he continued, "But I am a Sword Cultivator! I still have my swordsmanship!"

"Swordsmanship? What an enormous joke!"

The man laughed scornfully and aimed the gun playfully at Ren Yuan. "Let’s see whose speed is greater—your sword or my bullet!"

A sword faster than a bullet?

Hearing the man’s words, cold sweat beaded on Ren Yuan’s forehead.

He knew that, with his inner strength completely sealed, his sword would never be as fast as a bullet.

But behind him was Ye Fei.

Ye Fei had not only avenged his sect but had also gifted him the complete version of the True Martial Sword Manual.

As the saying goes, a warrior dies for the one who understands him!

Ren Yuan knew that now that he had become Ye Fei’s sword, he could not retreat—even if it meant death!

Looking at the resolute determination in Ren Yuan’s eyes,

the man couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected Ren Yuan to go this far for Ye Fei.

But he was here to kill—it wasn’t in his nature to show mercy. The man sneered coldly. "In that case, you can just die! Honestly, it’s pathetic. To follow such an arrogant yet inexperienced master!"

"If he had been just a bit more vigilant earlier and noticed me, things might not have ended this way!"

"Of course, that’s just wishful thinking!"

With those words, the man prepared to pull the trigger without hesitation.

But at that moment, it was Ye Fei who laughed.

"The outcome? How are you so sure this is the outcome you expect? And how do you know... that I didn’t already notice you?"

"You noticed me? That... that’s impossible!"

The man immediately denied it. "If you noticed me, why didn’t you act cautiously after killing those hyenas? You must be lying!"

"Lying? Someone like you isn’t even worth deceiving!"

As Ye Fei spoke, he waved his hand coldly.

With a swoosh, the man’s hand—holding the gun—was severed cleanly at the wrist and fell to the ground.

"My hand!"

The man stared at his severed hand on the ground, eyes filled with utter shock.

"You... you can still use inner strength? How is that possible?" the man exclaimed in disbelief.

"Impossible?"

Ye Fei snorted disdainfully.

He was a Cultivator, and his powers all came from Devil Essence, not inner strength.

The man’s Sorrowful Wind Powder could seal a martial artist’s inner strength, but it had no effect on Ye Fei!

What’s more, as Ye Fei had said,

his Divine Sense was extraordinary. If he could detect the hyenas trailing him, how could he fail to notice the man hiding in the trunk?

Initially, Ye Fei had thought the hyenas were the true threat, and the man might have been their victim.

Now it seemed the hyenas had merely been the bait, a ploy to lure him into opening the box!

"Speak! Why are you trying to kill me?" Ye Fei asked coldly.

"Why? Hah, do you really think I’d tell you?"

The man turned and immediately fled, his actions embodying the assassin’s creed—if the first strike failed, retreat immediately.

Ye Fei, however, shook his head and said, "Do you really think you can escape me?"

With that, Ye Fei stepped forward, instantly closing the distance to the man—it was the supernatural ability, Shrinking the Ground Into an Inch!

Having reached the Golden Core Stage, many of the Cultivator’s techniques were now within his grasp—whether it was the Demon Flame Armor, the Dark Demon Slash, or Shrinking the Ground Into an Inch!

"What... what is this? Magic?"

The man turned pale as Ye Fei appeared behind him in the blink of an eye. In panic, he fired a desperate shot.

But such attacks were meaningless—Ye Fei didn’t even bother dodging, as the Heavenly Slash Demon Saber’s protective abilities deflected the bullet effortlessly.

"A monster! You’re a complete monster!"

Seeing this, the man abandoned any attempt at attacking and fled in sheer terror.

But compared to Shrinking the Ground Into an Inch, his speed was laughable.

In the next instant, Ye Fei’s hand had clamped down on the back of his neck, lifting him entirely off the ground, rendering him unable to move.

"Answer my questions or die!" Ye Fei said coldly, staring at him.

"Your questions?"

The man’s eyes were filled with fear, but he forced a bitter smile. "Mr. Ye, you truly deserve the title of the strongest Martial King. I’ve lost completely this time! But if you think I’ll tell you anything, that’s impossible!"

"Impossible?"

Ye Fei smirked and said no more. He pressed his palm against the man’s head and coldly muttered, "Soul Search!"

"You... what are you—"

Before the man could finish his sentence, his eyes glazed over, and he collapsed to the ground with a foolish grin.

Under Ye Fei’s Soul Search, he had become a mindless fool.

Ye Fei slowly withdrew his hand, a cold smile on his face as he gazed westward. "The Demon King Hall?"

After disposing of the man, Ye Fei returned to Ren Yuan and Ji Yanran as though nothing had happened.

The three of them took the hyena cars and continued toward Binjiang.

And on that small path, apart from charred remains, there was nothing left.

The bodies of the man and the hyenas, as well as their crashed car, had all turned to ash under Ye Fei’s Demon Flames...

That night,

Ye Fei and the others finally returned to Binjiang.

Although Ye Fei had already thought of how to explain Ji Yanran’s presence to his parents, Ye’s mother was overjoyed at the sight of Ye Fei bringing home a young woman. She didn’t even bother to listen to his explanation, pulling Ji Yanran into the house and leaving Ye Fei and Ren Yuan standing alone in the courtyard.