My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

The corridor was deathly quiet.

Lu Zhenxiong knelt on the cold tile floor, his forehead bleeding profusely from the impact, but he didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe it.

The doctors, nurses, and patients' families around were all dumbfounded, staring at Ye Xunhuan as if he were a god descending to earth, and even their breathing became soft.

Su Qingyuan stood beside Ye Xunhuan, her mouth slightly open, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

The heir to the Ye family of Beijing?

This man, who's engaged to her but not legally married, and who's always acting like a carefree slacker, always with a lollipop in his mouth and no manners, is actually the kind of young master from a top-tier wealthy family standing at the pinnacle of China?

For a moment, she felt a little dazed, as if the person in front of her was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ye Xunhuan's fingertips caressed the cool, dark jade piece at his collar, his brows furrowing slightly.

Before he descended the mountain, the beautiful master kicked him down, and her last words, "Your worldly ties are not yet severed; you will see the truth once you descend the mountain," were actually referring to this incident.

"Young Master, there are too many people around here, let's move to another place first." Ye Zhong bowed, his tone extremely respectful.

"A courtyard has been prepared at the old house, and you and Miss Su can go there at any time. Grandpa Su can also be transferred to our Ye family's private hospital."

He had only spoken halfway through his sentence.

"Bang--!"

A muffled thud suddenly came from the end of the ICU corridor, followed by the security guard's heart-wrenching scream.

Everyone turned around abruptly.

A dozen or so men wearing black spider lily masks surged in.

They were all dressed in black, each clutching a black silenced pistol.

The tall man in the lead kicked the security guard blocking his way away, his leather shoe pressing down on the man's chest. "Ye Xunhuan, kill him on the spot."

The Su family relatives who were hiding in the back watching the commotion were terrified when they saw the dark muzzle of the gun. They screamed and shrank into the corner.

Su Zhenhai's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, his pants soaked.

"Don't shoot! Where is the person you're looking for!"

Ye Zhong's four black-clad bodyguards reacted swiftly, instantly drawing their guns and standing in front of Ye Xunhuan, their muzzles all aimed at the assassin. Tensions rose between the two sides, and the atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

"The secluded pavilion?" Ye Zhong's face darkened.

"You've got some nerve, daring to mess with someone from my Ye family. I think you're tired of living."

"The Ye family?" The leader of the assassins sneered, his voice behind the mask full of disdain.

"What kind of nobody Ye family? I've never heard of them."

"If you know what's good for you, get lost, or we'll send you all to the Western Paradise."

Ye Xunhuan slowly reached out and pulled Su Qingyuan behind him again, then swayed forward a couple of steps.

With a freshly opened strawberry lollipop dangling from his mouth, his cheeks puffed out, adding a touch of relaxation to the tense atmosphere.

He glanced up at the dozen or so guns opposite him and sneered:

"Oh, what kind of formidable figures do you think you are? Your entire Netherworld Sect? Even if you all came out together, you wouldn't be enough to fill my teeth!"

A single, casual remark stood out all the more clearly in the deathly silent corridor.

Everyone is stupid.

Those are over a dozen guns! Pointed at you! And you're just messing around?

Do you really have a death wish?

"You little brat, you're fucking asking for it!"

The assassin at the front roared and fired a shot.

"Watch out!" Su Qingyuan was so scared her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

The bullets whistled past, and Ye Xunhuan took a slight step back, casually shifting his body to the side.

The bullet grazed the hem of his shirt and struck the wall behind him with a "thud," creating a small dent and scattering debris everywhere.

Not only did it not hit him, it didn't even scratch his oily skin.

"Tsk, such poor accuracy."

Ye Xunhuan curled his lip, twirling the plastic candy stick between his fingers, looking disgusted.

"So, your Youge only hires through back channels now? With this level of skill, even an old shepherd in the mountains could crack a whip more accurately than you. You have the nerve to come out and be assassins?"

The assassin's face turned ashen from the rebuke, and he roared, about to fire again.

But before his finger even touched the trigger, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.

Ye Xunhuan's figure instantly appeared in front of him, so fast that he was just a blur.

"Click—"

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.

Ye Xunhuan used the five-cent plastic candy stick in his hand to precisely strike the assassin's wrist tendon, shattering the wrist bone.

The pistol clattered to the ground, and the assassin clutched his arm, letting out a piercing scream as he rolled around on the ground in pain.

Before anyone else could react, Ye Xunhuan flicked his wrist and swept the candy stick horizontally.

"Clap clap clap!"

Three muffled thuds rang out, and the wrists of the three assassins in the front row were all broken, their pistols falling to the ground like toys.

The whole process took no more than three seconds.

He also caught a falling pistol, weighed it in his hand, and casually tossed it to the bodyguard next to him, complaining with a look of disgust: "What a piece of junk, it's so heavy, it's not even as good as my candy stick."

The remaining assassins were completely dumbfounded.

They were all assassins trained by Youge for five or six years, and had committed murder and arson hundreds of times. They had never seen such strange people before.

With a flick and a snap of a plastic candy stick, he took down three armed men in three seconds? Is this guy a human or a ghost?

"What are you standing there for! Attack him together! I refuse to believe he can grow three heads and six arms!"

The assassin leader roared, his voice already tinged with panic.

The remaining dozen or so assassins swarmed forward, all pointing their guns at Ye Xunhuan, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

Ye Zhong's expression changed. He was about to order his bodyguards to rush up and protect the young master when he saw Ye Xunhuan's figure weaving through the crowd, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

Every time he raised his hand, an assassin would scream and fall to the ground, either with a broken wrist or a broken leg, without even having a chance to fire his gun, which would then fall to the ground with a clatter.

One of the assassins, unable to get close to Ye Xunhuan from the front, secretly circled around to the side, raised his gun, and aimed it at Su Qingyuan, who was cowering in the corner, intending to use her as a hostage to blackmail Ye Xunhuan.

The moment the gun was raised, Ye Xunhuan caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.

The nonchalant smile on his face vanished instantly.

With a "pfft," the candy stick he had just been holding in his mouth was spat out and shot out like an arrow.

"ah--!"

The assassin's entire arm was forced into a bizarre angle by the candy stick, bone fragments piercing the skin and splattering blood everywhere.

He clapped his hands, slowly pulled another lollipop from his pocket, and put the stick back in his mouth, as if he hadn't been the one who broke the man's arm.

Su Qingyuan watched his retreating figure, her heart pounding.

Despite the bloody and violent scene, he stood there as if nothing had happened.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen assassins lay sprawled on the ground, each with broken arms and legs, howling in pain.

The only one left standing is the assassin leader.

Seeing his men all crippled, the assassin leader's eyes were so sinister they could drip water.

He gritted his teeth, pulled out two gleaming triangular military daggers from his waist, and with unpredictable footwork, leaped forward, pouncing towards Ye Xunhuan.

The military dagger, carrying a strong gust of wind, aimed straight for Ye Xunhuan's heart. Every move was a killing blow meant to take someone down with them, making it far superior to the attacks from the previous attackers.

Ye Xunhuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

He dodged the bayonet by turning to the side and grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand.

"Click!"

Another cracking sound of bone breaking rang out, and the assassin leader let out a muffled groan as the military dagger slipped from his left hand.

His eyes reddened, and he gritted his teeth, slashing with his right hand with his military dagger, the sharp blade aimed directly at Ye Xunhuan's neck.

Ye Xunhuan turned his head to dodge, and a tear was made in the collar of his shirt, causing half of the Xuan Jade Talisman hanging around his neck to slip out from the collar.

Under the cold white light of the corridor, the warm, dark jade gleamed with a faint luster, and the half-coiled dragon pattern carved on it was clearly visible.

The assassin leader's gaze instantly fixed on that half of the jade pendant.

He shuddered violently, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and the remaining military dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Young...Young Master's jade pendant?"

His voice trembled, filled with disbelief and terror. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, were fixed on the black jade around Ye Xunhuan's neck, and even his voice cracked:

"You're that little brat the Ye family lost twenty years ago!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving everyone in the corridor stunned.

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, pinched the cool, dark jade between his fingertips, and his dark eyes slowly darkened.

The assassins from Youge actually recognized this jade pendant?

It seems that the old stories his master didn't tell him were far more complicated than he had imagined.