"Greetings, sir, I've come to seek Master Situ's guidance."

In front of a chancellor's gate, even a seventh-rank official has to bow; thus, Xu Fan, merely an underling to Situ Jing, possessed a status far superior to my own.

Moreover, his cultivation level had already reached the Innate stage, which was something I could not even think of provoking.

At this point, Ye Chongshan halted in his steps, proceeding to ask the Sword-carrying Slave how he was with utmost respect.

Stealing a glance at the Sword-carrying Slave, for some reason, he felt that something was amiss.

The man's complexion was not good, as if he had sustained an injury, and another thing, it seemed as though he was harboring an immense rage.

"The master is currently undergoing his cultivation routine. Whatever business you have, you can tell me instead."

The murmuring Ye Chongshan had engaged in during his approach had not escaped the Sword-carrying Slave's ears.

Now that his life was bound to Xu Fan, if Ye Chongshan were to target Xu Fan, it would be as good as aiming for his own life.

How could the Sword-carrying Slave possibly allow him to meet Situ Jing?

This time, his attitude was frosty as he began to communicate with Ye Chongshan.

"Is that so..."

Without suspecting the Sword-carrying Slave's words, the news that Situ Jing was in seclusion passed over Ye Chongshan's face, betraying a flash of disappointment.

He didn't dare resist the Sword-carrying Slave's questioning, and respectfully explained, "That's the case, sir, I'd like Master Situ to properly discipline Xu Fan for me."

"You see, when is there a..."

Slap!

Just as Ye Chongshan meekly tried to inquire when Situ Jing would be available so he could ask him to discipline Xu Fan, before he could finish his sentence, the Sword-carrying Slave's hand raised and landed a ruthless slap across his face!

The crisp sound brought with it a sharply painful sensation.

Ye Chongshan clutched his face, momentarily doubting his life choices.

How dare he be slapped around by Xu Fan only to come back and be smacked by this Sword-carrying Slave?

Why was he always getting beaten up by others wherever he went...

Could it be that he was simply that detestable?

"Why... Why did you hit me..."

Although he felt a surge of irritation inside, faced with the steel-faced Sword-carrying Slave, Ye Chongshan still didn't dare to act rashly.

He knew that the other could kill him as easily as slaughtering a chicken; it was best for him to behave like a good grandson and inquire about the reason.

"Hehe..."

The Sword-carrying Slave looked at Ye Chongshan with a cold laugh.

"Ye Chongshan, do you think that my master exists solely to wipe your a** for you?"

"You ask him to discipline Xu Fan and he must oblige? You really think rather highly of yourself, don't you?"

"This..."

Hearing these interrogating words from the Sword-carrying Slave, Ye Chongshan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat!

That was never his intention!

Big brother, you're not fair in adding fuel to the fire.

Ye Chongshan felt wronged beyond measure. Wasn't Xu Fan the murderer of Master Situ's disciple? If he asked for help to discipline Xu Fan now, shouldn't Master Situ be more than willing?

How did it turn into him bossing Situ Jing around? That wasn't the case at all.

Clutching his stinging cheek, Ye Chongshan felt utterly aggrieved.

Why should he be the one getting hit...

"Ye Chongshan, my master certainly won't let Xu Fan off, but he's already stated that he wants to play it slow."

"For someone as insignificant as Xu Fan, my master disdains to take action personally; that's why he had you handle it."

"You've just started, and now you expect him to avenge you? Don't you think that makes you appear rather incompetent?"

"I can send a message to my master for you, but you should prepare yourself mentally."

Seemingly to clarify the doubts in his own heart, the Sword-carrying Slave explained a few points with a dismissive tone.

Ye Chongshan, upon hearing this, couldn't help but feel a surge of complex emotions.

No matter how wealthy he himself was, to someone like Situ Jing, a transcendent figure above worldly matters, he was still no more than an ant...

Indeed, what the Sword-carrying Slave said was right; at best, he was nothing but a lackey for Situ Jing.

Now he had gone and bitten Xu Fan, breaking his own teeth in the process, and he was supposed to come back crying?

Heavens knew whether Situ Jing would take his side out of anger, or simply scorn him as a piece of trash.

After all, this time he had acted out of personal motives in picking a fight with Xu Fan.

"Thank you, sir, for waking me up. I won't trouble Master Situ with this matter; I'll handle it myself," Ye Chongshan said, not believing for a moment that he could conceal his thoughts from Situ Jing, now looking at the Sword-carrying Slave with gratitude.

If it weren't for that slap, he really would have made a mistake.

"It's only right."

Watching Ye Chongshan's grateful expression, the Sword-carrying Slave responded indifferently.

Inside, he felt speechless.

This guy was actually grateful for the slap he had just received?

Wasn't he merely scaring him to avoid bringing disaster upon himself?

"Then, sir, I will take my leave. Later on, please remember to send my regards to Master Situ," Ye Chongshan said, and after asking permission, he left the villa premises.

Not worried in the slightest that Ye Chongshan could pose a significant threat to Xu Fan's safety, the Sword-carrying Slave waved him off, letting Ye Chongshan beat it.

Once Ye Chongshan had left, the Sword-carrying Slave looked at his arm, his expression growing somewhat solemn.

His life was now hanging by a thread, its duration dependent solely on a word from Xu Fan.

He was thoroughly tied to the same boat as Xu Fan.

If his master killed him, he wouldn't fare any better himself.

What if Xu Fan killed his master?

The thought suddenly popping into his head made the Sword-carrying Slave inhale sharply.

Perhaps, there really was such a possibility...

It's true that Situ Jing's cultivation level was much higher than Xu Fan's, but that young man had some connection with the Miaojiang woman.

With that jade silkworm Gu at his disposal, perhaps he really could pull off something as audacious as an ant trying to shake a tree.

...

Meanwhile, after leading Gongsun Qin in beating up Ye Chongshan and his group, Xu Fan returned to the stall where the vendor had been set up previously.

He had thought that after shaking off Ye Chongshan and his people, the vendor would return here, but it seemed he had expected too much.

Who exactly was that guy? And what really was inside that medicine bottle?

Thinking this, Xu Fan shook his head.

Now that the guy had completely vanished, finding him in the vast sea of people was next to impossible.

Unless, of course, he took the initiative to find Xu Fan.

Shaking his head, Xu Fan couldn't help but smile wryly.

If that guy really had intended to meet him, he wouldn't have just left outright before.

What's meant to be will come in time, and what's not can't be forced. Although there was some regret, this sort of thing couldn't be compelled.

Xu Fan stopped dwelling on it and focused on searching the surroundings for materials useful for Gu refinement.

This expedition had allowed Xu Fan to gather quite a few materials for Gu refinement.

The materials needed for Gu refinement were very rare, and being able to collect so many in Shanghai was already quite a surprise.

After confirming that there was no more good stuff to be found here, Xu Fan didn't linger and lead Gongsun Qin back to Yunsheng Villa in his car.

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