Chapter 302: Qing Sect

"Hand him over to me first, alright?" Chen Yu took a deep breath; a ball of rage in his chest could no longer be suppressed.

"As long as you agree to take three of my axe strikes, he can leave immediately," the short man said leisurely.

"No problem," Chen Yu nodded.

"Get lost." The short man kicked Ye Chenguang in the backside, and he fell with a thud right in front of Chen Yu.

"Chen Yu, you useless thing, I..."

"President Zou, drag him out and beat him to death." A flash of killing intent appeared in Chen Yu's eyes; he was truly afraid that if he lost control, he would strangle this piece of trash.

"Yes, drag him out and beat him." Zou Dalong was slightly stunned, then signaled his men to drag Ye Chenguang outside.

A moment later, Ye Chenguang's screams could be heard from outside, and he cursed, "Chen Yu, you bastard, I won't let you off."

"Plug his mouth and keep beating him," Chen Yu said in a rage.

Ye Chenguang's mouth was immediately plugged, and he was dragged further away to be taught a harsh lesson.

"Qing Sect, Qing She." The short man bowed slightly to Chen Yu, then suddenly, his body arched and, in an explosive posture, he lunged upward, dashing toward Chen Yu with a 'whoosh'. At the same time, the giant axe in his hand swayed, and he slashed at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu swayed behind, took a step back, and 'whoosh', the axe slashed down, grazing his body.

Having missed the first strike, Qing She turned the axe handle and slashed at Chen Yu again.

Chen Yu retreated once more, and this earth-shattering axe strike missed again.

Qing She exhausted all his skills, 'whoosh, whoosh, whoosh', slashing down several more times, but Chen Yu dodged them every time.

"Are you unable to play fair?" Qing She stopped his offensive and said angrily, "If you have the ability, block my axe properly. Why are you dodging?"

"It's not that I'm dodging, but I'm afraid that once I make a move, you won't have any way to fight back," Chen Yu shook his head.

"Kid, Qing She is known as a madman. Aren't you being a bit arrogant saying things like that?" Cheng Jiu sneered.

"If you have the guts, don't dodge. I want to see if you can put me to death once you make a move." Qing She snorted, swung the giant axe with both hands, and slashed fiercely at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu indeed stopped dodging. He grabbed with his right hand, a flash of red light flickered, and 'hum...' Lichen manifested three streaks of Sword Qi. With several 'ding, ding, ding' sounds, the giant axe in Qing She's hand shook, and he let out a muffled groan, stumbling back several steps before steadying himself.

Just as he stood firm, with a 'crack', the giant axe in his hand broke into three pieces and fell to the ground.

Qing She was stunned; Chen Yu had actually shattered the giant axe in his hand?

"Bastard, I'll fight you to the death." Qing She was furious. His axe was his most prized weapon, but now that it had been damaged by Chen Yu, he was filled with rage. He turned around abruptly, intending to fight Chen Yu to the death.

Suddenly, Chen Yu pointed with his right hand, and the Lichen in his hand let out a 'hum'. Three more streaks of Sword Qi manifested, and these three streaks of Sword Qi condensed into solid forms beside the three Qing Sect disciples, lingering without dissipating.

"Qing She, stand down. This is an expert." Cheng Jiu stepped forward to call off Qing She, looking in terror at the three streaks of Sword Qi hovering beside the three of them.

These three streaks of Sword Qi were condensed but not released, extremely sharp; anyone who even touched them slightly would surely be injured by the Sword Qi.

"Who are you, sir?" Cheng Jiu asked in a deep voice.

"I am here to solve a problem. If you all are reasonable, I am reasonable too. If you are not reasonable, then we shall have a real fight with blades and guns," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"We are from the Qing Sect," Cheng Jiu gritted his teeth and said.

"I know. You don't need to repeat your identity. My surname is Chen, given name Yu. I will compensate for your losses today; consider it me owing you a favor. If you have any use for me in the future, I will certainly not refuse," Chen Yu said.

He was not afraid of the few people in front of him, but the Qing Sect's influence was intricate, and even Chen Yu would not fall out with the Qing Sect unless it was absolutely necessary.

Moreover, it was not worth falling out with the Qing Sect for a piece of trash like Ye Chenguang.

"Chen Yu? Are you Chen Yu from Xinglinju?" Cheng Jiu was startled.

"That is indeed me," Chen Yu nodded.

"Do you know the Divine Doctor Luo Huichun?" Cheng Jiu asked urgently.

"Him? You might not believe it if I told you," Chen Yu said with a bitter smile. "He has already taken me as his master and is currently working as an apprentice at Xinglinju."

"The rumors are true?" Cheng Jiu was shocked. He hurriedly said respectfully, "I am Cheng Jiu. I didn't know you were Mr. Chen. I have offended you just now."

"You all shouldn't be locals. Did you come to Fengling for something?" Chen Yu withdrew his right hand, and the streaks of Sword Qi condensed in mid-air vanished without a trace.

"Mr. Chen, we did come to Fengling for a matter; we are seeking medical treatment," Cheng Jiu bowed respectfully. "A senior in our Qing Sect was injured many years ago, and now the injury is becoming increasingly severe."

"Originally, we wanted to ask Luo Huichun to act. We found out he was in Fengling, and we also heard that Mr. Chen's medical skills are superb and that you have a good relationship with Luo Huichun, so we came to Fengling to scout the path."

"That's easy to say, but I cannot guarantee a one-hundred-percent cure. I must see the injury of your senior first," Chen Yu smiled. "I wonder which of your seniors is injured?"

"Senior Hong, Hong Chenggang," Cheng Jiu said.

"Old Hong, one of the Six Deacons?" Chen Yu was startled. The Qing Sect is known for having "Two Sect Masters, Three Masters, and Six Deacons." The Two Sect Masters are the two leaders, the Three Masters are the three Hall Masters, and the Six Deacons are the six deacons under the Hall Masters.

These people are important members of the Qing Sect, and the status of the six deacons is also significant, especially this Hong Chenggang, whose reputation is second only to the two North and South Martial Ancestors.

"That's right, Mr. Chen. We offended you just now, and I hope you don't mind. Senior Hong will arrive in Fengling tomorrow. At that time, please, Mr. Chen, you must act to save him," Cheng Jiu said.

"No problem, I will certainly do my best," Chen Yu nodded slightly.

"Very well, we will take our leave. We won't ask for the money your relative owes, but Mr. Chen should teach him a good lesson. People who go around causing trouble like this will be beaten to death sooner or later," Cheng Jiu said.

"Many thanks. I owe you a favor, and I will certainly do my best to help with this," Chen Yu smiled.

After seeing off the people from the Qing Sect, Chen Yu's face immediately darkened. He walked out; Ye Chenguang's face had been slapped until it was swollen. He lay on the ground, bruised and battered, no different from a dog.

"Ye Chenguang, this is the last time I will help you. If you cause trouble again, clean up your own mess," Chen Yu said coldly.

"Chen, you bastard, I let my sister abort the child and divorce you, and you actually dare to treat me like this? I tell you, even if you are doing well outside, in my eyes, you are still a loser," Ye Chenguang continued to clamor.

Chen Yu was furious. He slapped Ye Chenguang, sending him back a few steps, and then kicked him.

Thud, Ye Chenguang flew a full seven or eight meters away, and he lay on the ground, twisting in pain.