Chapter 82: You May Leave, She Stays

The spiritual energy infused within was the essence of Heaven’s Way, harmonizing with all things in the universe and the five elements. Its greatest purpose was to act according to Ye Fei’s will, extracting the medicinal properties from the herbs in the cauldron and blending them together. Simply put, alchemy consisted of three steps: purification, fusion, and pill formation. The second and third steps were the most difficult; a misstep in controlling the spiritual energy would result in the medicinal properties becoming chaotic, turning everything into worthless waste.

But for Ye Fei, who had long mastered the art, this was hardly an issue.

“Like a bunch of kids playing house, it’s embarrassing.” Young Master Pan, seeing Ye Fei fussing about for so long, lit a cigar with a look of utter boredom, his gaze wandering frequently to Chen Yu.

At that moment, Chen Yu was entirely focused on Ye Fei, her half-bent posture perfectly accentuating the voluptuous curves of her S-shaped figure.

…

Nearly twenty minutes later, Young Master Pan’s patience was exhausted.

He snarled, “If you can’t do it, just admit it. Enough with the theatrics! Stop wasting my time!”

With that, he lifted his foot and stomped down on Ye Fei’s hand resting atop the bronze cauldron.

Bang!

A thunderous crash echoed from the cauldron.

Ye Fei’s hands moved like a specter, rising swiftly as he struck out twice, each palm imbued with immense force, sending Young Master Pan flying!

In the courtyard, the middle-aged man who had been meditating with closed eyes suddenly opened them. He took a gentle step forward, extended a hand, and steadied Young Master Pan, shielding him.

“You dare strike me!?” Young Master Pan raged, as though affronted.

But—

When he looked at Ye Fei,

He realized the entire courtyard was suffused with a refreshing, fragrant aroma!

Ye Fei gripped the bronze cauldron, channeling spiritual energy to absorb the heat from the base, then released the mouth of the cauldron, allowing a cloud of aromatic white mist to billow forth.

Then, dragging the cauldron, he raised his hand and struck its base hard!

Boom!

The cauldron shuddered, and five azure pills shot out like beads on a string, landing in Ye Fei’s palm.

He held his breath, enveloping the pills in spiritual energy to prevent their properties from dissipating.

The courtyard was filled with a delightful scent, a feeling of clarity and refreshment permeating the air.

Setting the bronze cauldron down, Ye Fei smiled calmly. “You’ve lost. The cauldron is mine.”

“Lost? I’ve never lost in my life!” Young Master Pan gaped in disbelief, sneering, “Who knows if you didn’t prepare those things in advance? And you think these tricks will fool me? Acting all mysterious, making a few little balls and calling it ‘alchemy’?”

“Believe what you want. The pills are here—you can try them if you dare.” Ye Fei opened his hand, revealing five azure pills resting quietly in his palm.

“Try your grandmother!” Young Master Pan cursed, his voice cold. “If these are poison, a hundred of you wouldn’t be worth my life.”

“Idiot,” Ye Fei thought, amused.

These pills could effortlessly dispel fatigue, strengthen immunity, and purge impurities from the blood—far more effective than any vitamin. In the mountains, his master had him take them three times a day to consolidate his essence and, with secret techniques, enhance absorption of spiritual energy. In the mundane world, they would cause a sensation.

Yet this fool took them for poison?

“Yu’er, let’s go. The business with Spring and Autumn Pharmaceuticals is settled.” Ye Fei picked up the priceless cauldron worth fifty million, turning to speak.

Chen Yu smiled gently, taking Ye Fei’s arm, casting a provocative glance at Young Master Pan, her allure undeniable.

That look was disastrous—

Young Master Pan’s face darkened instantly.

He stepped in front of Ye Fei. “You can leave, but she stays.”

“Get lost.” Ye Fei’s gaze grew impatient.

He had no desire to waste words; were it not for the fact that this was Xing Ge’s establishment, he would have acted already.

“Beautiful lady, what’s the point in following this fraud? Spend a night with me and you’ll never want for anything again.” Young Master Pan’s face twitched, shifting his gaze to Chen Yu. “You wouldn’t want me to use force, would you?”

“With just you?” Chen Yu laughed softly, covering her mouth, resting her head on Ye Fei’s shoulder. “Are you as enduring as my man?”

“Cough, Yu’er!” Ye Fei nearly choked.

“Enduring or not, we’ll soon find out,” Young Master Pan leered, his gaze shamelessly wandering over Chen Yu’s chest as he reached out to touch her shoulder.

Crack—

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

Young Master Pan gasped, his face turning livid as he clutched his wrist, screaming in pain.

Ye Fei had snapped his wrist with just two fingers.

He said coldly, “Touch her again, and I’ll ruin your third leg.”

“Damn you!” Young Master Pan howled, stumbling back two steps. “Qing, kill him for me!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the meditating middle-aged man raised his right hand, expressionless, and pushed toward Ye Fei’s shoulder.

The slow movement accelerated sharply just before impact, the force so great that Ye Fei’s pupils contracted.

He quickly wrapped his arm around Chen Yu’s waist, leaping lightly backward to evade the incoming punch.

Boom!

But the nearby wall was not so fortunate—it was smashed clean through.

Such force was far beyond what an ordinary person could muster!

“Excellent punch!” Ye Fei praised, recognizing the man as a true expert. He became interested, grinning as he lunged forward.

“Courting death!” Qing grunted, stomping heavily, seizing Ye Fei with both hands.

“Oh?” Ye Fei looked surprised, only more excited.

He reacted quickly, arching his hands and pressing them against Qing’s waist, forming fists and striking with all his might, while simultaneously raising his legs to kick at Qing’s knees in a clever arc.

Borrowing force for leverage!

Qing was instantly caught in a dilemma: release Ye Fei to block the attack to his waist, or keep holding his shoulders and endure the blow.

For practitioners of external martial arts, stabilizing the lower body was key—once unbalanced, the entire lower half became a fatal weakness.

Ye Fei’s move showcased his rich combat experience.

But—

An unexpected scene unfolded—

Qing ignored Ye Fei’s attack, released his grip, and brought his thick arms together, aiming a powerful blow at Ye Fei’s temple!

This bold move instantly neutralized Ye Fei’s offensive, forcing him to use the momentum in his legs to backflip out of Qing’s range.