Chapter 595: Return Safely, and I Will Marry You

Chen Yu was caught between laughter and tears; what was Ye Qingning up to? He turned back, flashed a strange smile, and then charged forward.

Ye Qinglong, on the side, was scared pale. What was his older sister doing? Had she gone mad? She was such a proud person, born into the Ye Clan, and possessed one-third of the equity of the Ye Clan, one of the Three Great Families.

Would she take a fancy to a bumpkin like Chen Yu?

"Miss, let's go quickly," Huang Wei urged. "Mr. Chen will surely be fine."

Ye Qingning looked at Chen Yu's back with lingering attachment and turned to leave, but the moment she turned her head, her tears could no longer be held back and fell.

During the trip to the Witch Clan, Chen Yu had saved her life several times—the life-saving grace on the road to the Yellow Springs, and the intimate physical contact after he purged her Heart Demon.

At the critical moment in the mountain demon's lair, he appeared like a War God; his image was deeply carved into Ye Qingning's heart, and she would never be able to forget it in this lifetime.

Seeing everyone enter the Wugu Forest, Chen Yu smiled knowingly. Suddenly, he raised his True Qi, and white mist swirled three feet around his body.

Now, he pushed the Great Profound Sacred Clarity Scripture to the limit, and a layer of True Qi formed a Protective Qi around him.

He let out a clear whistle that shook the mountains and forests; the whistle sounded like a dragon's roar, and immediately after, he charged fiercely toward the dozens of people behind him.

Boom, boom, boom! Wherever Chen Yu went, people were sent flying. He knocked over everyone in front of him, and with a flash of his figure, he arrived before the Witch Chief.

"Good lad, I underestimated you." The Witch Chief moved his hands in succession and gave a sharp shout, forming a Witch Seal. The gaze beneath his silver-gray mask became incomparably sharp.

"Mu, Cui, Yan." Three strange words were spat from his mouth. Suddenly, the yellow soil beneath Chen Yu's feet surged, and a mound of earth appeared.

The mound churned higher and higher, twisting together like chains to lock Chen Yu within it.

Ancient Witchcraft indeed had its unique aspects; the Witch Curse formed by the twisting of soil and tree roots was as hard as steel, and for a moment, Chen Yu was actually unable to break free.

"Chen Yu." The Witch Chief walked up slowly. He stared coldly at Chen Yu, a sinister glint revealing itself beneath the silver-gray mask.

"That's right, it's me." Chen Yu raised his head; his hands and feet were bound, and only his head could still move.

"Heh, Wuming said that if we encountered Chen Yu, we should avoid his edge. I originally thought you were how formidable, but I feel he overestimated you." The Witch Chief walked up slowly.

"He did indeed overestimate me," Chen Yu said with a smile. "Now that I've been caught by you, what do you want to do with me? Burn me to death directly?"

"Burn him to death, burn him to death!" A crowd of villagers roared angrily from the side.

Among these people, there were many whom Chen Yu had saved, and some even had family members saved by Chen Yu. But now, they were roaring frantically, their eyes red, as if they had a deep, blood-feud hatred for Chen Yu.

The Witch Chief slowly extended his hand, and the scene instantly fell silent.

Faith is more terrifying than power. The Witch Chief was only one of the San Daming of the Witch Clan, but everyone obeyed his every word.

"He is the person Wuming wants. As for how to handle him, it depends on what Wuming wants to do." The Witch Chief spat out these words.

Everyone stopped talking. Yes, they now wished they could peel Chen Yu's skin and drink his blood, but since the Witch Clan Chief had spoken, they had to obey.

These people retreated. The Witch Chief spread his arms, tilted his face slightly, and chanted an incomprehensible Witch Curse. A moment later, yellow light surged on Chen Yu's hands and feet; the shackles binding him faded away, and then a pair of heavy, black Shackles appeared on his hands and feet.

As Chen Yu moved, the Shackles on his hands emitted a crimson firelight, and a scorching sensation traveled from his hands and feet.

"This is a chain forged by the Gu Ancestor using Extreme Cold Iron, with a Witch Curse personally cast by the Gu Ancestor upon it. If you truly dare to act rashly, these two pairs of chains will instantly turn into molten iron, and at that time, it will inevitably melt through your hands and feet." The Witch Chief chuckled, his tone extremely sinister.

"Impressive." Chen Yu nodded; he now had a preliminary understanding of the Witch Clan's methods.

"Take him to the Sacred Land to see Wuming." The Witch Chief turned around and waved his hand. Two witch practitioners came over, hoisted Chen Yu up, and walked toward the Sacred Land.

Chen Yu sneered inwardly, his face showing no expression of panic, as he followed the Witch Chief toward the mountain.

Outside the Wugu Forest, Ye Qinglong and the others had just emerged.

Suddenly, several guns hidden in the dark pointed at his head. These people were dressed in camouflage with face paint; it was the advance special forces unit that had arrived.

"Friendly forces." A low voice came over, and a young officer walked up. This man was Li Cheng.

With face paint on his face, he gave a military salute to Ye Qinglong: "Blue Sword Special Forces, Li Cheng. May I ask which one is Mr. Ye?"

"I am, I am Ye Qinglong. Hurry in, the people inside have gone mad." Seeing reinforcements, Ye Qinglong was ecstatic. He gritted his teeth and said, "Those ungrateful things inside who don't know right from wrong—I must teach them a good lesson today."

In Huaxia, there is an absolute sense of trust in the military, even for a playboy like Ye Qinglong.

Seeing Li Cheng's squad, Ye Qinglong felt completely reassured.

"Tell me the situation first." Li Cheng patted Ye Qinglong on the shoulder, signaling him not to panic.

"What situation is there to tell? If we are any later, Chen Yu will be burned to death," Ye Qingning urged anxiously.

"Chen Yu?" Li Cheng's expression changed. "Is Chen Yu inside?"

"Yes, you know him?" Ye Qinglong turned to look at Li Cheng.

"Enter immediately, we'll talk as we go." Li Cheng couldn't bother to understand the situation anymore; he waved his hand, and the team entered the Wugu Forest.

Having received orders from his superiors, he had rushed over immediately. The matter here had already been classified as a special incident, so he had to be careful, but upon hearing that Chen Yu was inside, he couldn't care about that anymore—he would go in first and talk later.

Along the way, Li Cheng briefly understood the sequence of events.

"Miss Ye, please rest assured, we will definitely rescue Chen Yu safely. I owe him a massive favor," Li Cheng nodded.

"Then I really trouble you. But please don't take forceful measures against the villagers inside for now. They have been brainwashed by faith and have lost their minds; they don't know right from wrong," Ye Qingning said.

"Rest assured, I have a sense of proportion," Li Cheng nodded.

He was quite polite to the Ye siblings because the rescue order had been issued by leaders in the regional command, and coupled with the fact that the siblings came from Shengjing and carried the surname Ye, there was no need to mention how high their status was.

"It will be dangerous if we go any further. Distribute these things to everyone; they will be useful in special situations." Ye Qingning took out a package. "This was left behind by Chen Yu. You have witnessed his methods; since he left these things, there must be a reason for it."

"Good." Li Cheng nodded and had people distribute the items from the package Chen Yu had left behind.

The group walked forward under Mengdie's guidance. Suddenly, a mass of white mist surged from the ground ahead.

"Stop advancing." Li Cheng's expression turned stern. He looked around vigilantly; his years of combat experience told him something was wrong.

Within the fog before them, an unusual aura surged out, and this aura was the "death energy" he was familiar with.

Li Cheng had been on the battlefield, had fought enemies in multiple missions, and had crawled out of pits filled with corpses; he was all too familiar with these auras.

"Everyone, be careful." Li Cheng cut his hand forward, and the squad behind him suddenly dispersed, each standing in a different position, watching the front vigilantly.

Before them, a staggering 'person' in tattered clothes appeared, head hanging low, moving slowly forward.

【Author's Note】

I am truly sorry; I have been away for the past few days, so the number of updates has been a bit low. I will make up for it in the coming days. Thank you all for your support, and I hope for your understanding.