Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 618

In the past, he had left behind many glorious achievements in the disputes among the martial arts world. Every battle was thrilling, and his stories were passed on repeatedly by the people in the martial arts world, just like the bright stars hanging high in the night sky of the martial arts world, so dazzling that anyone who heard about it, whether they were in the black or white world, would be in awe.

Lin Wanting was certain that as long as the master came out, no matter how powerful He Yuzhu's current methods were or how strong his abilities were, he would be nothing in front of the master and would have no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Lin Wanting's dim eyes, like cold stars that had been obscured by haze for a long time, slowly lit up in the dead silence, rekindling a glimmer of hope.

The flame was like a candle flickering in the cold wind. Although it was weak, it beat tenaciously and unyieldingly in this inky dark and oppressive atmosphere, trying its best to dispel the dead silence around it.

She subconsciously bit her lower lip tightly, like a trapped beast unwilling to be at the mercy of its fate. Her lips turned a sickly pale color due to excessive force, and almost bled.

At this moment, her body was tense, and her whole body was like a bowstring stretched to the limit, creaking and on the verge of breaking. Every inch of her muscle and every nerve expressed her inner tension and anticipation.

Her heart and eyes were filled with eager anticipation for the master's appearance. In this helpless and desperate situation, the master had become her last straw, the only ray of hope that penetrated the thick clouds and spread into the abyss, carrying her belief in life and endless desire for liberation.

Master Zhao Yunhai is a legendary figure who is well-known and renowned in the cultivation world.

The path of cultivation is like rowing against the current, long and arduous, full of thorns and bumps.

Countless times, he was in desperate situations, on the verge of life and death, but with his iron-like perseverance, he forged ahead through hardships, leaving a deep mark with every step he took.

After countless days and nights of hard work and practice, he finally reached the pinnacle of the realm of transformation.

The peak of this state of transformation is like a towering and dangerous peak that pierces the clouds and rises into the sky. It is surrounded by clouds and mist, and is steep and rugged, which makes countless practitioners afraid.

On this long journey of cultivation, many practitioners have exhausted their entire lives and pursued it hard, but they can only wander at the foot of the mountain and can never catch up with the goal in their entire lives.

However, Zhao Yunhai stood firmly on this peak, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his eyes deep, looking down at all things in the world quietly, and understanding the changes between heaven and earth.

He seemed to be surrounded by a layer of mysterious and ethereal light, which flickered faintly, just like the dreamy mist in the mountains in the early morning, rising and spreading gently. It seemed soft and intangible, but it was real and clear, as if you could touch it with your hand.

This light is a generous gift from the long years. After countless days and nights, he practiced diligently in the quiet mountains and forests and in the depths of ancient caves, and only then did he accumulate insights and insights bit by bit and finally laid down such a profound foundation.

It is a silent display of its powerful strength. Without saying much, it can make people around it truly feel the oppressive feeling that comes at them like a tidal wave, as if there is an invisible towering mountain, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.

At this moment, he is like a butterfly struggling in a cocoon, about to break out of it. Every inch of his skin and every pore exudes a vigorous breath that is ready to burst out of the cocoon.

He could clearly sense that the mysterious and powerful door to the Baodan realm had opened slightly not far away, revealing an alluring light.

As long as he crosses this threshold, it will undoubtedly be a milestone of great significance on Zhao Yunhai's path of cultivation, indicating that he will possess even more magnificent and amazing power.

At that time, his prospects for cultivation will suddenly become clear and vast, just like a turbulent, boundless ocean, containing endless opportunities and unknowns, quietly waiting for him to bravely explore and conquer with all his strength.

In contrast, at the moment, He Yuzhu is like a mad beast, making things out of control.

There was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and he attacked without mercy. His fists were whistling, and each move was filled with a tremendous force, pouring down on Zhao Yaojie like a violent storm.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yaojie was blown away like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, Zhao Yaojie's face was distorted and he was rolling on the ground in pain. Every difficult roll was accompanied by a muffled groan from deep in his chest.

The groan was low and suppressed, as if a soul crushed by pain was roaring in despair.

Blood gushed out from the hideous wounds on his body, like a rushing and surging stream in the mountains.

The bright red blood spread rapidly on the rough ground, soaking the ground wherever it passed. In the blink of an eye, large and shocking blood stains appeared.

A pungent smell of blood filled the air, so strong that it made people's breathing difficult and almost nauseous.

The entanglements of the past are already buried deep in the heart, just waiting for the opportunity to explode.

Now, this seemingly insignificant conflict is like a huge rock being smashed into a calm lake. In an instant, water splashes everywhere, and ripples spread rapidly in all directions, one circle after another, covering a wider and wider range. The waves stirred up become more and more turbulent and more and more difficult to calm down.

The conflict between the two sides is like adding fuel to a raging fire, becoming increasingly acute, like a pair of cold, shining needles and wheat spikes, confronting each other diametrically, neither side giving in, and reaching a stalemate, which is even more difficult to resolve.

Lin Wanting, who was standing aside, opened her beautiful eyes wide, taking in all the tense situations, and her heart was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

She had been in the underworld since she was young, and she knew the interests behind the tense situation better than anyone else present.

Both of them are figures in the martial arts world who can change the situation with just a stomp of their feet. On one side is the ruthless and decisive "Dark Night Shura", and on the other side is the justice-minded but bad-tempered "Fire Sword Master". Once the conflict between the two sides is completely intensified, it will be like dry wood meeting fire, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

By then, a bloody storm is probably inevitable. The blood rain will dye every inch of the land of the world red, and wailing will spread to every corner. The entire world may fall into turmoil because of this conflict. Countless innocent people will be involved in the disputes, and their peaceful life will become a bubble.

She was so anxious that she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest and she could no longer care about anything else.

She kicked off and rushed forward like an arrow. Her hands stretched out like lightning and she used every bit of strength in her body to tightly hold He Yuzhu's arm, as if it was the only life-saving straw she could grasp at the moment.

Her face was full of worry and anxiety, her brows were tightly knitted together, forming deep wrinkles that looked like they could pinch a fly to death.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear, as if he was about to face a catastrophic disaster.

Her voice trembled slightly from excessive nervousness, the amplitude of the trembling like a candle flickering in the cold wind, almost like crying, and she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Please stop fighting. I'll take you to see the master and we can talk it out. Let's resolve this matter calmly first. Don't be impulsive anymore, please!"

At this moment, the tightly closed door of the luxurious villa began to sway slowly, as if it had not moved for a thousand years, making a dull and long creaking sound, as if announcing to the world the arrival of something.

Then, from the shadow behind the door, an old man with a gloomy face walked out slowly with steady yet fierce steps.

This person has white hair and a rosy face. His white hair is like the purest first snow in winter, falling softly and gracefully on his shoulders. He naturally exudes an extraordinary and independent temperament, like an immortal who has crossed the long years and come out of an ancient scroll.

However, at this moment, his face was glowing with a red glow as strong as the sunset. This red glow did not come from healthy qi and blood, but was caused by the burning of raging anger.

His body seemed like a treasure containing endless vitality and vigor, but at this moment, it was completely covered by this rage that soared into the sky, like a volcano about to erupt, with billowing hot air wrapped in hot magma, emitting a terrifying and daunting atmosphere.

At this moment, his face was distorted by anger, like a hideous evil spirit. The terrifying anger seemed to materialize, just like a volcano about to erupt. The rolling heat wave rushed over with a majestic momentum. Wherever it went, the air trembled, making people shudder.

His eyes were like an abyss burning with raging anger, sharp as a knife, like a sword that could cut through iron like mud, its cold light piercing. He shot straight at Lin Wanting without reservation, accompanied by a cold and questioning roar that erupted from his chest: "Wanting, you traitor, you actually colluded with outsiders to attack me. I have always taught you by example, taught you everything I know, and placed high hopes on you, and yet you actually did such a treasonous thing? You are simply a wolf in sheep's clothing, repaying kindness with hatred!"

When Lin Wanting heard the master's deafening scolding, it was as if she was hit by a heavy hammer. Her whole body trembled violently, and her legs instantly became as soft as noodles. With a "thump", she fell heavily on the hard ground.

Her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and every inch of her muscles switched back and forth between tense and relaxed.

At this moment, her eyes were full of fear and panic, just like a frightened deer that lost its way in the dark and deep jungle and could not find any way out.

Then, she opened her mouth in panic and began to argue. Her voice was filled with tears due to extreme fear and despair, and she seemed extremely helpless in the silent space. "Master, please listen to my explanation. I really don't want this to happen! If there is anything, we can sit down and discuss it slowly. Don't be impulsive. There must be a huge misunderstanding here. Master, please give me a chance and let me explain everything clearly. Please!"

"What is there to discuss?" Zhao Yunhai roared angrily with his eyes wide open, full of anger, as if he could spit out tangible flames.

This roar was like a thunder that exploded out of nowhere, carrying an invisible yet powerful force, echoing in the air.

In an instant, the surrounding leaves rustled and seemed to be driven by this force to dance wildly, as if to shatter everything around them.

Even the solid ground seemed to be unable to bear the weight of this roar and began to tremble slightly.

Zhao Yunhai subconsciously clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, like frost covering a winter day.

The blue veins on his hands bulged out like twisted little snakes, crawling on his skin that was weathered by time and covered with wrinkles and scars.

At the same time, the aura on his body suddenly became violent, just like surging waves, rushing out one after another.

The surrounding air was being kneaded and slightly twisted by the violent fluctuations of this aura, as if by an invisible giant hand. It seemed as if the entire space was becoming shaky and unstable under his anger.

The worry on Lin Wanting's face was like a thick layer of haze, so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Her brows were tightly furrowed as if under a heavy burden, and every wrinkle was filled with worry, just like two doors about to close, as if they could easily pinch and kill a fly that intruded.

The former agility in those eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by endless helplessness and helplessness, just like a bird that had strayed into a desperate situation and was trapped in an airtight cage. It flapped its wings anxiously and crashed into the cage wall again and again, but in return it only encountered frustration of running into walls everywhere, and could not find even a glimmer of an escape.

In such a chaotic situation, Lin Wanting felt as if she was trapped in a sticky spider web and couldn't move.

She opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but her throat felt like it was stuck in a ball of cotton, so dry that she couldn't make a sound.

After much difficulty, he managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables, but they were just vague and hesitant sounds. In this noisy environment, they were instantly drowned out, like a stone sinking into the ocean, all in vain.

She was hoping to find a way out of this mess, but her panicked thoughts were like a tangled mess, the more she tried to sort it out, the more tangled it became, making her more and more at a loss.

In this extremely tense atmosphere, He Yuzhu took a step forward without fear.

His eyes were firm and full of anger, like a burning flame, as if to burn everything in front of him. The burning anger seemed to be able to ignite the oppressive atmosphere.

Then he shouted, "Zhao Yunhai, you allowed your followers to commit murder and assassinate me. Do you think you can get away with hiding in this villa? Today I will settle this account with you. I, He Yuzhu, am not a soft persimmon to be bullied. I remember everything you did, and this blood debt must be settled today!"

Zhao Yunhai's mood at this moment was like the sea caught in a violent hurricane, with raging waves rolling wildly, surging and surging with depression and irritability, almost swallowing him up completely.

Thinking back to the beginning of this matter, it was just an ordinary arrangement he made in his daily life.

At that time, he ordered two of his disciples to escort a boatload of sugarcane to sell to Gao Kening.