The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 534 - 0: Unexpected Disaster

Li Chunfeng and Yuann Tiangang were both mentor and friend to each other in history, each excelling in their own skills.

The Li Family’s method of divination actually includes the six lines method.

But they specifically chose not to use it, aiming for uniqueness, they adapted a method of seeking answers from gods and spirits.

Li Zongze waved his hand, took out a stick of incense, and stabbed it violently onto the stone table.

The incense, plunged three parts deep, exhales to light, with green smoke rising straight up, invoking a chorus of cheers from a group of youths, as if it were something divine.

Yuann Hua’s face showed disdain, seeing these tricks as just some means to deceive ordinary people.

Anyone in the martial arts could stab the incense into stone with the right application of internal energy.

As for exhaling to light incense, that’s even easier to understand, as the incense is mixed with plenty of phosphorus powder during its production.

This material is highly flammable, and breathing out accelerates the oxygen, making it combustible, even a fool could do that.

The green smoke rising straight up was the only part Yuann Hua couldn’t figure out, conceding it must be one of the Li Family’s unique skills.

Mumbling some incantations towards the incense, he chanted something about the heavens and earth being alive with spirits, calling on wandering gods to lend their aid.

As everyone watched, the incense suddenly snapped with a pop, startling the whole crowd.

Li Zongze, with sweat on his brow, calculated with his fingers, "Indeed, this bodes ill."

Yan Wuji furrowed his brows tightly and this time, he said nothing.

Yuann Hua gave him a cold smirk, thinking to himself, you still don’t believe me? Isn’t the outcome the same?

Someone timidly suggested, "Should we invite some help before we proceed?"

Yan Wuji replied with arrogant pride, "Bullshit, if we ask for help on our first mission, we might as well go back and sell sweet potatoes."

"Indeed, if you fear the enemy before even seeing them, how can you call yourselves cultivators?"

A woman spoke, her tone icy cold.

She didn’t talk much among the crowd, holding a three-foot longsword heavy with the intent to kill, obviously someone not to be trifled with.

Although Shen Yan’er was cold, it was the detachment of a superior.

This woman was different; her coldness was of a murderous sort.

The group of men felt embarrassed and only one spoke up jokingly, "Gongsun sister is right, we haven’t even seen the enemy, and two divinations alone don’t explain anything. In my opinion, let’s stop talking and just charge in."

He was sitting with Ma Dazhi, the same person who had consoled him the night before.

In the team, he was the peacemaker.

This man had quite a background, surnamed Tang and named Thirteen, he was a descendant of the Tang Sect of the Shu Region.

The Tang Sect was not just known for the poisoning techniques of the novels, they were also famed as a noble family of night watchmen.

Their methods were extraordinary, especially the Five Poison Banner which was the talk of many.

When he said this, a flash of admiration appeared in Gongsun sister’s eyes as she responded haughtily, "That’s right, you’re at least acting like a man!"

The others became frustrated, and if it weren’t for the fact she was a woman, they would have loved to argue with her.

But none had the guts to actually start a physical confrontation.

The sword in the girl’s hand was no simple weapon — it was one of the top ten famous swords, the Seven-Star Sword.

She was none other than a descendant of Gongsun Sheng, Gongsun Zhi, who also had some connections with Long Fei.

The crowd babbled on and on for a long time without taking any action.

Huangfu Cheng could no longer keep patient and came over to greet them with a cupped fist salute, "Gentlemen who have traveled from afar, your presence brings splendor to Tiger Head Gorge. I apologize for my late arrival, which must have seemed negligent."

Yan Wuji and the rest turned their heads to look at the old fellow with a sideways glance.

All of the recent victims were competitors of the Huangfu Family; only a fool would believe the Huangfu were innocent.

Although he was advanced in years, he knew well that his status was inferior to that of these young people. He chose to stand aside, outwardly showing great respect.

Yan Wuji stared at him and said directly, "Elder Huangfu, we’ve come to discuss business with you, and having our talk in this pavilion is a bit too informal."

The other young people, being extremely astute, immediately said, "Right, at the very least we should talk in the main hall, shouldn’t we?"

"Elder Huangfu, are you belittling us?"

"Could it be that Elder Huangfu is hiding beauties in his golden house or treasures that he’s reluctant to let us see?"

One after another, their blunt insinuations caused Huangfu Cheng to break into a sweat, beads of it forming on his forehead.

He hadn’t expected that these families would find this place so quickly.

Forcing a smile onto his face, Huangfu Cheng tried to cover his panic and said, "Where would such thoughts come from, esteemed guests? I simply thought the surroundings here are pleasant, which is why I invited everyone to talk here. If you’re dissatisfied, then please, let’s go to the great hall."

Deep down, Huangfu Cheng didn’t want them to clash with Gao Zhenyue.

Each of the youngsters here represented a family he could not afford to offend; if he could just mollify them and have them leave, it would be for the best.

As he was trying to figure out a way to get them to leave, a young woman suddenly stood up, drew her longsword, and with a swish, placed it against his neck, saying, "Elder Huangfu, old crook, cut the crap. Is the blood-sucking demon hiding here with you?"

The tip of the sword was sharp, and with a casual thrust, it pierced the skin of Huangfu Cheng, and blood sprayed forth.

Aside from Gongsun Zhi, who else would be so forthright?

The other men swallowed hard in secret, thinking that if they had such a wife at home, they wouldn’t be able to complete a day without getting beaten into an unrecognizable state.

Huangfu Cheng kept complaining, thinking to himself that he was doing this for their own good, yet they were not appreciative.

His eyes darted around as he begged for mercy, "Miss, please don’t be angry, weapons do not have eyes, take care not to injure the innocent! Whatever blood-sucking demon you speak of, I truly have no clue!"

"Stop feigning ignorance. If we didn’t have evidence, why would we come back here?"

She snapped, and the tip of her sword pierced a fraction further inside.

Huangfu Cheng’s legs began to weaken, and his breathing grew hurried.

He knew that if the sword went even a fraction deeper, it would pierce his artery.

Huangfu Cheng deeply regretted ever getting mixed up with Gao Zhenyue—it was a moment of madness.

Now, whether he moved forward or backward, he couldn’t afford to offend either side.

At that moment, a loud shout came from afar, "Indecency, Yin and Yang overturned, a hen crowing at dawn – what in the world is happening?"

An elderly man dressed in a gray robe, with white hair tied up, walked over with his hands behind his back, looking very stylish.

Upon seeing a woman act so boldly, showing her face and engaging in fighting and killing, he was filled with anger at the breach of propriety.

"Is that the Demon Chief?"

Gongsun Zhi frowned and glanced back at the young men behind her.

Huangfu Cheng shouted again and again, "Master Gao, save me!"

"You old crook, still claiming to be clueless?"

Gongsun Zhi kicked Huangfu Cheng away, and with a thud, his chest caved in, and he spat blood violently, looking at her in disbelief as he tumbled to the ground.

The scene suddenly fell silent, except for Huangfu Qi, who cried out in fright and ran over to support his grandfather, checking for his breath.

He was gone; the old man had died without even closing his eyes.

No one expected that such a beautiful girl could deliver a lethal move with her first strike.

Holding the Seven-Star Sword, she hummed coldly, "Old crook, killing you with my family’s sword would only tarnish it."

Yan Wuji shivered inwardly and thought to himself that the Gongsun Family’s young lady was far too domineering.

He let out a loud shout, "To battle!"

A group of young people then summoned their magic artifacts and stepped out of the pavilion to directly confront Gao Zhenyue.

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