The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 545 - 544

Chapter 545: 544

Vast Jiao swooped down with the wind, opening its gaping maw of blood, and no one knew where the little monk found the strength to leap up. Clasping the Zen Stick in one hand, he struck straight at the heart of the beast. Yet, Vast Jiao was by no means so simple to deal with. Its two antennae moved as if sentient, ceaselessly dancing and battling with this nuisance of a little person who kept leaping into the air—truly irritating indeed!

Ye Tian felt a heavy sensation in his chest. Having forcibly endured for so long, the smell of blood had finally surged into his mouth. Although he stifled the urge to vomit, the injury was ultimately his own to bear.

Seeing that the little monk was not at a disadvantage for the moment, Ye Tian momentarily set his worries aside. It seemed this person had some mettle, and right now, he needed to seize the Ice Worm quickly.

With only a hundred steps remaining, Ye Tian finally rushed forward, stopping ten steps away from Shangjia Moti because the Ice Worm was nestled in the palm of his hand.

"Do you want this Ice Worm?"

Ye Tian shook his head.

A sinister light flickered in Shangjia Moti’s eyes, and his half-clenched hand tightened even further. "This Ice Worm is the culmination of my life’s work and represents the fortune of my Gu Poison sect. For over sixty years, I’ve hidden in rural corners, all to refine this Ice Worm and strengthen my sect. It’s a pity that its completion is thwarted at the last minute because of you. You don’t understand the hardships; naturally, you think it’s just a worm. But you don’t realize that every Gu possesses a spirit, one that’s nourished by the fresh blood of the Gu Refiner. Since you don’t want it, I won’t feel any pain in killing it. Let’s just end its life now."

As the words fell, the fist that was half-clenched began to close. Once it was fully clenched, the insect would be crushed to death.

"Hold on!" Ye Tian extended a hand to stop him, and the other hand paused, timely so.

It seemed to confirm something in his heart, and a trace of pride flashed in Shangjia Moti’s eyes. "I knew you were lying."

"Give me the Ice Worm, and I’ll spare your life."

"I can die, but I absolutely cannot give you the Ice Worm."

Seeing the other’s straightforwardness, Ye Tian naturally understood the towering hatred against him and asked, "What must I do for you to give me the Ice Worm?"

A sinister sneer appeared at the corner of the mouth of the Thailand State Preceptor, who said through gritted teeth, "Naturally, it’s for you to die!"

"Heh, that’s truly impossible. I’m someone who fears nothing, except death. Your demand is truly an unreasonable one. I would rather not have the Ice Worm than die for it. After all, it’s just taking someone’s money; it’s not worth losing my life over. That’s not my style."

His words were spoken lightly, even carelessly, which made Shangjia Moti begin to wonder. Could this person really be an enemy sent to steal the Ice Worm?

"Who sent you?"

"Rules of the trade, absolute confidentiality about the employer’s information. I can’t break the rules, so if you’re still interested in my employer, then this deal really can’t be made."

"If we continue this talk, does that mean my life along with the bugs in my hand would end up in your possession?"

Ye Tian neither nodded nor shook his head, just coldly stared at the person opposite him.

With a flip of the hand, Shangjia Moti stomped down, crushing the Ice Worm to a pulp, and sneered coldly at Ye Tian, "Now, no one can do anything about it, right?"

"The employer also wants your life!"

The three-foot green blade flashed instantly; Shangjia Moti looked down just in time as the golden Gang Qi grazed past his scalp, sending a few strands of hair fluttering down.

"To say they want your head is to take your head, otherwise, this money is too hot to handle!"

The Ice Worm was crushed just like that, igniting a raging fury in Ye Tian. His three-foot green blade hacked down once more, but this time he unmistakably missed again, the corpse disintegrated into a pile of insects scattering on the ground. It was still the Bodhi seed causing trouble, and if Ye Tian couldn’t retrieve the seed, it seemed impossible to kill it completely.

Ye Tian silently watched the black Gu insects quickly disperse into nothingness on the ground. A whirlpool of thoughts ran through his mind as he bit his finger and slowly squeezed a drop of blood onto the ground, or more precisely, among the swarm of bugs. The drop of blood was like a mere grain of corn in the vast sea for the billions of insects—a fleeting existence. The insects on the ground quickly burrowed into the earth, their next collective form unknown.

Looking back, the little monk three hundred paces away was fiercely slamming the Vast Jiao with the Golden Lacquer Nine Dragon Zen Staff that served as a facade. Unnoticed until observed, Ye Tian realized that this fellow was indeed a hidden master, his skill in feigning incompetence far too clever, truly difficult for anyone to discern.

The Vast Jiao was already being forced into a rout, seemingly unable to last much longer. Seizing his idle moment, the little monk, evidently elated with the fight, ignored the Vast Jiao in front of him and waved at Ye Tian with a free arm, "Hey, Benefactor, I’m about to defeat it! Once I’ve knocked it down, I’ll come find you!"

He chose not to say "kill," but rather "knock down."

With a Buddha Heart inclined to kindness, he was careful with his words at all times.

However, this little monk seemed to have forgotten the Gu National Master, slowly rising behind him, aggregating from countless insects.

A two-meter-tall Insect Man took shape right behind the little monk, who held the Zen Stick and waved at Ye Tian, completely unaware.

Shangjia Moti gave Ye Tian a sinister smile—as if to say, if I cannot kill you, I will drag someone to die with me as a cushion!

A hand slowly lifted; a black hand knife was about to strike the little monk’s neck. Ye Tian three hundred paces away coldly locked eyes with him, not uttering a word, but that look sent a chill through Shangjia Moti, wondering how someone could have such a fierce glare. Suddenly, Ye Tian laughed—a sudden, broad grin. Shangjia Moti was startled, then a familiar sensation pierced his entire body. Slowly looking down, he saw a red blade had penetrated his chest. Even with formidable skills, even holding the Bodhi seed, there was nothing he could do with his Life Qi completely severed.

Shangjia Moti disappeared like smoke, and the hand knife intended for the little monk vanished as well.

The little monk felt something fall onto his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw a pile of black insects. With a wave of his hand and a gentle puff of breath, the remnants of the bugs were lightly blown away, oblivious to the fact that he had narrowly escaped death mere seconds earlier.