"Damn!" Ye Guichen rushed forward, tossing away the bloody arm and tearing open Feng Wuji's shirt.

Bang!

Almost at the same time, the door was pushed open.

Chu Tiange stared wide-eyed with a shocked expression at Ye Guichen and Feng Wuji.

The anxious look on her face quickly turned to disbelief.

She lived next door and had come over because she heard noises, worried that something might have happened to Ye Guichen. Without thinking much, she had pushed the door open, only to see Ye Guichen tearing off Feng Wuji's clothes and straddling him in a rather compromising position.

"You, you two..." Chu Tiange's mind was a complete mess now, not even noticing Feng Wuji's bleeding chest. Countless thoughts raced through her head, and she turned away in a panic, trembling as she said, "Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, I didn't see anything! I, I'll leave now."

She quickly closed the door.

However, just as she closed the door, a look of realization appeared on Chu Tiange's face.

No wonder Mr. Ye had been indifferent to her. Chu Tiange was confident in her looks and couldn't understand why Ye Guichen would be so unresponsive.

Now she understood—it turned out Mr. Ye liked men!

No wonder he didn't sleep at night and called Feng Wuji over.

Oh, how could this be?

Chu Tiange was thoroughly confused, feeling that the image of Ye Guichen in her mind had completely collapsed.

Ye Guichen, however, wasn't thinking so much. He looked down at Feng Wuji's wound, his previously tense expression relaxing. Seeing Feng Wuji yelling as if he was dying, he said irritably, "You're not going to die! It's just a flesh wound, your heart is fine."

Ye Guichen stood up, turned to grab a small bottle, and tossed it to Feng Wuji: "Get up! You're yelping like a stuck pig; anyone who didn't know better might think I did something to you!"

"Huh?" Feng Wuji scrambled up, staring blankly at Ye Guichen: "Master, I, I'm not dead?"

"You're not going to die. Just sprinkle that powder on your wounds, and you'll be fine soon enough." Ye Guichen said, exasperated.

Feng Wuji quickly picked up the small bottle and opened it. Inside was a half bottle of white powder emitting a foul odor.

Immediately, Feng Wuji wrinkled his nose: "Master, what is this stuff that smells so bad?"

"Use it or don't. If you don't want, give it back."

"I'll use it, I'll use it." Despite the foul smell, Feng Wuji thought that since it was made by the Divine Doctor, he quickly applied it to the claws scratch on his chest.

Sure enough, despite the terrible smell, the wound started feeling tingling and soothing, almost making Feng Wuji moan in comfort.

A few minutes later, Feng Wuji was surprised to see that the wound was already starting to scab over, seemingly healing rapidly.

"Wow, Master, this stuff is amazing!" Feng Wuji exclaimed, holding up the bottle of powder: "Master, how much is this powder? I'll buy it; it's a miracle drug and would sell great in the market!"

Feng Wuji clearly had a commercial mind.

Ye Guichen's response was a look of disdain as he snatched the bottle back: "Are you okay now?"

"Fine, fine." Feng Wuji said with a grin, checking his body and finding nothing wrong. He then asked mischievously: "Master, who was that person earlier? I didn't expect you to be so skilled in martial arts too. If I had known, I wouldn't have recklessly rushed in!"

Thinking back to his earlier rashness, Feng Wuji felt a burst of fear.

If Ye Guichen didn't know martial arts, he might have been dead by now.

Alongside his fear, Feng Wuji felt a deep sense of amazement.

That masked person's skills were definitely better than the bodyguards he usually brought along.

Feng Wuji was certain that even his bodyguards wouldn't have been a match for the masked man.

But Ye Guichen had effortlessly subdued the man and even chopped off his arm.

Even more astonishing was that Feng Wuji didn't see what weapon Ye Guichen had used.

He couldn't help but feel much more confident in defeating Su Jiu'er.

Ye Guichen did not explain and instead tossed a bottle to Feng Wuji: "Feng Wuji, I crippled the man's arm tonight, so he shouldn't dare to come back. Take this bottle back and consume one drop every four hours until the day of the competition. Then, find a way to get Su Jiu'er to take a drop too, and you will definitely win."

"Really?" Holding the bottle, Feng Wuji felt suspicious: "Is this stuff really that effective?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Guichen obviously didn't want to speak much to Feng Wuji: "Just leave, and don't tell anyone about tonight. This matter has nothing to do with you. Remember, take one drop every night, and if you feel hot, fill a bath and soak until you feel better."

"Understood!" Although Feng Wuji didn't know what Ye Guichen had given him, seeing Ye Guichen's skills earlier made him believe it might indeed help him defeat Su Jiu'er.

Seeing that Ye Guichen didn't want to talk, Feng Wuji didn't ask further questions.

Getting out alive was good enough.

However, as Feng Wuji exited with the medicine bottle, he saw Chu Tiange standing in the corridor. The moment she saw him, she became extremely nervous: "Young Master Feng, I, I didn't see anything, really nothing."

It looked like she was trying hard to explain something.

Feng Wuji felt confused: "What did you see?"

"No, no, I didn't see anything, really nothing," Chu Tiange said, waving her hands: "I don't know anything about you and Mr. Ye."

"What about me and my master?" Feng Wuji thought Chu Tiange was acting strangely today. She was usually the high and mighty goddess, a top star in Hua Country, but today she acted like a guilty child.

Remembering the possibility of a relationship between Ye Guichen and Chu Tiange, Feng Wuji let out a dry laugh: "Miss Chu Chu, don't worry, I won't interfere with your matters with my master. Don't worry, although I used to have feelings for you, now that I know you're my master's woman, I won't think about it anymore."

With that, he turned and went into his own room.

Ironically, his words left Chu Tiange's face even more colorful.

"Matters with Mr. Ye? He won't interfere, but why does it sound so awkward?" Chu Tiange wondered if Mr. Ye wanted her as a cover to hide his preferences.

The more she thought, the more likely it seemed to her.

Otherwise, why would Feng Wuji, disheveled, come out holding a small bottle with some kind of liquid in it?

Eww, just thinking about it was gross.

Although she had never had that kind of relationship with any man, Chu Tiange had seen enough to know.

Now her mind was in turmoil like being scratched by a cat.

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