Chapter 215: Senior Brother, Sixth Brother Returns
The wardrobe was small, and Huang Quan found herself almost pressing her cheek against Ye Anping’s chest. She couldn’t help but notice how strong and broad his chest felt. Despite not being very tall, he exuded an unusually secure feeling.
When Yun Yiyi proposed the idea of the young master of the Hundred Lotus Sect marrying her, Huang Quan was actually quite worried. In her experience, most brothers-in-law were unattractive and incompetent. Even after marrying into the bride’s family, they would often be looked down upon, and it was common for maids to fulfil their marital duties during the wedding night.
Huang Quan had worried that Ye Anping might be an unsightly person full of bad habits.
But now…
—The eldest lady’s husband was amazing~~!!
She could enjoy a better life from now on. As long as she maintained a good relationship with her brother-in-law, she might even rise from being a maid to a concubine, and that too, a concubine of the young master of the Hundred Lotus Sect.
Though being the concubine of the young master of the Hundred Lotus Sect might not compare to being the eldest lady, it was a world of difference compared to her ordinary status.
Huang Quan couldn’t help but relax against Ye Anping’s chest, feeling the security he provided. But suddenly, she realized why her brother-in-law had taken her into hiding.
Could he have sensed something?
What could be happening in Yun Mansion? She had only dared to come over to warm the bed after seeing the eldest lady sound asleep. Surely, the eldest lady wouldn’t suddenly wake up after sleeping for a while and come to her brother-in-law again.
—If the eldest lady sees me warming her husband’s bed, she will definitely be furious.
—So, did my brother-in-law bring me into the closet to hide?
Huang Quan found this speculation quite logical. However, just as she thought about this, Ye Anping covered her mouth and nose with his hands. At the same time, there was a soft knock on the closet door from outside.
Squeak—
A man wearing a grey cloak and holding a spiritual sword pushed the door open slightly. He glanced around the room through the crack in the door.
After spotting the bulge in the bed, he inserted a hollow bamboo tube through the crack in the door, releasing a large amount of purple spiritual mist with a cotton-like texture.
Poison gas!
Was he an alchemist?
Ye Anping couldn’t see the man, and he didn’t dare to use his spiritual consciousness to probe. He needed to figure out the other person’s cultivation level. Moreover, he had heard at least three sets of footsteps earlier. Presumably, two more people were standing guard outside, likely concerned that the man might fail and they would need to attack him from the shadows.
The plan was well thought out, but unfortunately, whether it was a potent or weak poison, it did not affect him. However, it was a different story for Huang Quan.
Ye Anping frowned, exerting more pressure on his hand, covering Huang Quan’s mouth and nose while signalling her with his eyes to hold her breath.
Huang Quan, despite being covered, still felt the effects of the poisonous mist.
“Ahem——”
Even though he covered her mouth and nose, it seemed that the poisonous mist was still effective on people.
Hearing the coughing, Ye Anping quickly turned to look at Huang Quan, only to see her eyes bloodshot and blood oozing from the hand covering her mouth and nose.
“Ugh… Cough cough cough——cough…”
“Tsk.”
Ye Anping clicked his tongue slightly, quickly retrieved a pill from his storage bag, and shoved it into Huang Quan’s mouth. Then, he used his therapeutic skills to seal several of her meridians to prevent the poison from spreading further in her body.
But this was just a temporary solution.
With Huang Quan’s cultivation level being only at the second or third level of Qi Refining, even with the pill, if she were exposed to the poisonous mist again, it would likely be fatal.
However, Ye Anping didn’t know the strength of the three assailants outside. Rushing out with Huang Quan would almost certainly result in encountering an ambush.
What to do?
Ye Anping furrowed his brow, seeing Huang Quan struggling with the effects of the poison. He quickly came up with a plan, coughing loudly.
“Cough cough cough——!!”
At the same time, he grabbed something from his storage bag, threw it through the closet door’s gap, and struck a glass vase on the dressing table, shattering it with a loud crash.
“What’s happening? Help!! Someone!! Cough cough cough——”
Ye Anping shouted, but he managed to keep his voice hoarse, pretending to be weak. He threw a knife, knocking over a small stool next to the round table in the room.
“Uh… Help…”
Pretending to be weak, he shouted while keeping an eye on Huang Quan’s condition.
—Ten breaths.
Huang Quan could probably only hold on for ten more breaths. If the assailants didn’t rush in by the eighth breath, then he would have to take Huang Quan and escape through the window at the back.
“Endure a little longer; don’t fall asleep,” Ye Anping said, counting silently in his head.
Squeak——
The bedroom door was pushed open. Instantly, the purple mist flooded out from the bedroom door as if a dam had burst.
Within a few breaths, the mist dissipated. Ye Anping breathed a sigh of relief, readying his spiritual sword with a sword finger gesture, his gaze fixed on the bedroom door.
A man draped in a purple cloak, wielding a sword, crossed the threshold and entered the room. He glanced around the room, feeling slightly puzzled, when he noticed the bulge in the bedsheet. However, after hesitating for a moment, he cautiously approached the bed.
Ye Anping squinted, assessing the situation. The early stage of Foundation Building… easy target!
As the man raised his spiritual sword and stabbed at the bulge in the quilt—
Snap—
Ye Anping forcefully pushed open the wardrobe’s double doors. Because the wardrobe faced the bed directly behind the man, he was startled. Immediately turning around, he saw a spiritual sword towering above him like a dragon’s head, descending straight towards him.
Instinctively, the man laid his spiritual sword horizontally above his head, attempting to block it.
Swish—
Ye Anping’s spiritual sword seemed to effortlessly pierce through the man’s defence, a silver crescent flashing by. The man widened his eyes, feeling a sharp pain in his neck.
Boom—
His vision turned askew, aligning with Ye Anping’s feet.
“Ah…”
He seemed to want to say something, but his vocal cords were no longer connected to his head. A pool of blood slowly spread, and Ye Anping sheathed his sword. He glanced at the open bedroom door, seeing that the other two individuals showed no sign of following. After a moment of contemplation, he smiled faintly.
Retrieving his spiritual sword into his storage bag, he approached, picked up the man’s sword, removed the blood-stained grey cloak and mask from him, and put them on himself.
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