I Can Merge Techniques-Chapter 95 - 93: Mediocre Cultivation Talent, Yet Boundless Ambition

Chapter 95: Chapter 93: Mediocre Cultivation Talent, Yet Boundless Ambition

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A wave of helplessness washed over Xia Huanhuan as she looked at Zhou Ye.

’This man’s temperament and Cultivation Talent are both mediocre, yet his ambition is boundless.’

’He dared to meddle in the affairs of the Moon Worship Sect, hoping to profit from their conflict;’

’And now he even dares to scheme against the Blood Saber Sect...’

’You’re just at the Bone Marrow Forging realm, and a bottom-tier one at that!’

’How dare you!’

’The Blood Saber Sect has suffered a massive blow. Do you really think the Seven Stars Gang, the Iron Armor Sect, and the Four Great Clans will just sit back and do nothing?’

’The foundation of any major gang is its Gang Leader, Guardians, and its Hall Masters...’

’Last night, the Blood Saber Sect lost three Hall Masters. They no longer have what it takes to stand against the other two factions and the Four Great Clans.’

’The Seven Stars Gang, the Iron Armor Sect, and the Four Great Clans—whether they ally or not—could deliver a fatal blow to the Blood Saber Sect any day now!’

’This won’t be some petty squabble on Xingning Street, or a clash between teams of men at the mines...’

’It will be a fight to the death between those at the Mortal Transformation level!’

’All it would take is eliminating the Blood Saber Sect’s two remaining Hall Masters, or killing their Sect Leader, and this gang that’s been rooted in Cyan Yang Ancient City for over a decade will simply vanish into thin air!’

’And you, you piece of trash, think you have any part to play in this?’

’Your scheming is like an ant plotting against an elephant—utterly ridiculous!’

Xia Huanhuan stared intently at Zhou Ye, a thousand retorts on the tip of her tongue, but in the end, she said nothing.

She had married him, for better or for worse...

Ultimately, she was resigned to her fate.

She stared until Zhou Ye began to feel unnerved. Only then did Xia Huanhuan speak. "This conflict will undoubtedly be fought by Hall Masters and above. It’ll be a deathmatch between those at the Mortal Transformation level..."

"But... it is an opportunity."

"See! I knew it!" Zhou Ye was overjoyed. "I knew you’d understand!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Xia Huanhuan sighed softly. "Right now, every power is watching the Blood Saber Sect. If we’re going to make a move, we have to start from the outside."

"Start from the outside?" Zhou Ye asked, stunned, his voice filled with disbelief.

Xia Huanhuan gritted her teeth. "What? Did you expect me to ask Second Uncle to lend you a couple of Bone Marrow Forging experts so you could lead them to storm the Blood Saber Sect’s Main Altar and assassinate the Sect Leader?"

"N-No, of course not..." Zhou Ye stammered. "But seizing a juicy prize like Xingning Street should be doable."

"I won’t object this time," Xia Huanhuan said, her words practically forced through clenched teeth. "But you will do everything exactly as I say!"

...

Sun Zixuan left the Drunken Immortal Tower and started walking toward the Seven Stars Gang’s territory.

Two of his men followed closely behind him.

Suddenly—

His body jolted. His eyes flew wide open, and he froze in place.

He whipped his head to the right!

A familiar figure in his peripheral vision—it was Chu Fan!

’Why is it this Fiend again...’

’Didn’t I send someone to tell him not to come to Xingning Street today!’

Sun Zixuan spun around and shot toward Chu Fan like an arrow.

WHOOSH!

Chu Fan’s reflexes were incredibly fast. Before he could even see who was approaching, he unleashed a spinning back kick that connected squarely with Sun Zixuan’s face!

Before Sun Zixuan could even get a word out, he yelped in pain and went flying!

The two men behind him scrambled to help him up.

Up on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower, Zhou Ye witnessed the scene, and his expression darkened once more.

’This wasn’t the first or second time Chu Fan had beaten up Sun Zixuan in public!’

’The last time Second Uncle had sent Sun Zixuan to find Chu Fan, he’d gotten his ass kicked...’

’Everyone knew Sun Zixuan was his man.’

’Kicking Sun Zixuan’s ass was the same as slapping him, Zhou Ye, in the face in public, wasn’t it?’

’Hm?’

’Something about that doesn’t sound right...’

Zhou Ye’s fingers tightened around his wine cup.

CRACK! The cup shattered.

Wine splashed all over Xia Huanhuan’s chest.

Furious, Xia Huanhuan raised her hand and slapped him across the face!

Zhou Ye clutched his cheek. When he looked back out the window, he felt even more incensed...

...

Meanwhile, below the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Chu Fan tilted his head, looking at Sun Zixuan being helped up by his men. "Got a death wish? You dare sneak up on me?"

"Who—who snuck up on you!" Sun Zixuan sputtered, fuming. "I came over to ask you something! Didn’t I have a message sent to you? Someone’s covering your patrol today, so you didn’t need to come. Why are you..."

He was genuinely terrified.

The men from the Blood Saber Sect were like firecrackers these days; they’d go off the second they saw Chu Fan.

It used to be fine. Whether he was on patrol or someone else was, the most they’d do was catch a few hooligans for a beating. When they ran into the Blood Saber Sect, it was just a war of words—nobody wanted to blow things out of proportion.

After all, for grunts like them, the rewards weren’t worth risking life and limb in a real fight.

However, ever since Chu Fan arrived on the street, he’d started fights with the Blood Saber Sect daily.

The last time he tried to calm Chu Fan down and pull him away, he’d been slashed by a Blood Saber Sect disciple for his troubles. The wound still hadn’t healed!

Now, seeing Chu Fan on Xingning Street, Sun Zixuan felt his heart pound, and he actually felt like crying.

And before he could even get his question out, he’d been kicked!

"Oh, I’m just going to the apothecary to buy something," Chu Fan said nonchalantly.

"Right, right, right, you go on then!" Sun Zixuan said, clutching his face, wishing Chu Fan would just disappear.

Chu Fan and Zhao Tianxing turned toward the apothecary, and Sun Zixuan quickly followed behind with his two men.

The dusty print of Chu Fan’s shoe was still on his cheek.

Chu Fan and Zhao Tianxing stepped into the Hundred Herbs Hall.

Sun Zixuan and his two men stood guard outside, their expressions tense.

Thankfully, after the Blood Saber Sect’s incident the night before, their members were scarce on Xingning Street today.

Otherwise, there would have been another fight today.

Sun Zixuan was furious, but he couldn’t beat Chu Fan, so there was nothing he could do.

And with Incense Master Zhou Tianci looking out for Chu Fan, all he could do was swallow his anger and endure the humiliation.

... 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The light inside the Hundred Herbs Hall was dim. Medicine cabinets stretched from floor to ceiling on all four sides.

Countless small drawers were adorned with yellowed labels. The air carried the clean fragrance of herbs, mingling with the scent of old wood to create a unique aroma.

The Shopkeeper was a portly, middle-aged man in a faded blue robe that had been washed countless times. He held a feather duster, tapping it sporadically against the counter.