YM778.TV Chapter 215 - Sixth Brother Back In Action
In her impression, most sons-in-law were ugly and incompetent. Even after marriage, they would be despised by their wife\'s family. It was very common for maids to replace the wives on the wedding night.
Huang Quan had been worried that "Ye Anping" was an ugly man with bad habits.
But now...
---The Eldest Lady\'s husband was awesome~~!
She would also enjoy a good life in the future as long as she maintained a good relationship with her master. Who knows, she might even become a concubine instead of just a maid and, what\'s more, the concubine of the Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect.
Although compared with the Eldest Lady, the status of the Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect was insignificant, when compared with an ordinary slave like her, there was already a huge difference.
Huang Quan relaxed her body and leaned against Ye Anping, but suddenly, she realized something: why would her master hide with her in the wardrobe?
Could it be that he had sensed something?
What could have happened inside the Cloud Mansion? She only dared to come over to warm the bed after seeing that Miss had already fallen asleep. It couldn\'t be that Miss slept for a while, then suddenly woke up and came to look for Young Master again, right?
---If Eldest Miss saw her warming Young Master\'s bed, she would definitely get very angry.
---So, that\'s why Young Master took her to hide in the wardrobe?
Huang Quan thought this made sense.
Just as she was thinking about this, Ye Anping suddenly covered her mouth and nose with his hand. At the same time, there was a faint sound of someone pushing open the front door.
Creak---
A masked man wearing a gray cloak and holding a sword in his hand opened the door slightly and looked around the room through the crack of the door.
Seeing the bulge in the quilt on the bed in the bedroom, he inserted a hollow bamboo tube through the door opening.
Ye Anping narrowed his eyes slightly, still wondering what he was planning to do when he saw a large amount of purple spirit mist with a cotton-like texture spread out of that bamboo tube.
Poisonous mist?
Was that man an internal alchemist?
Because Ye Anping couldn\'t see the man, he didn\'t dare to use his spiritual sense to probe him, and so he couldn\'t tell his cultivation level. Moreover, he had heard at least three sets of footsteps. Presumably, there were two more men keeping watch outside, probably worried that he would attack them secretly if this person missed.
The plan was good, except that, whether it was strong poison or weak poison, it had no effect on him whatsoever.
But, although it was useless to him, it was not the case for Huang Quan.
Ye Anping frowned and exerted more force on the hand covering Huang Quan\'s mouth and nose. At the same time, he signaled her with his eyes: Hold your breath.
Hoo hoo---
The poisonous mist continued to fill the room, and soon, every corner was filled with it.
Ye Anping took a shallow breath and didn\'t feel anything wrong, but Huang Quan couldn\'t bear it anymore.
"Cough cough---"
Although he covered her mouth and nose, it seemed that this poisonous mist could still affect people even if they didn\'t inhale it.
Hearing the cough, he quickly turned to look at Huang Quan, only to see that her eyes were bloodshot, and the hand he was covering her mouth and nose with also felt blood oozing out.
"Ugh... cough cough cough-cough..."
"...Tsk."
Ye Anping clicked his tongue and quickly took out a pill from the storage bag, stuffed it into Huang Quan\'s mouth, and then used his physiotherapy technique to seal off several meridians in her body to prevent the poison from spreading.
But this was only a temporary solution.
Huang Quan\'s cultivation level was only at the second or third level of Qi Refining. Even with the pill, if she continued to be surrounded by poisonous mist like this, in the end, she would still die.
However, he was not sure what the cultivation level of those three people was, and if he rushed out with Huang Quan, he would almost certainly be ambushed by those waiting outside the house.
What should he do?
Ye Anping frowned. Seeing Huang Quan choking on blood, an idea came to his mind, and he started coughing loudly.
"Cough cough cough---!!"
At the same time, he randomly took something from the storage bag and threw it through the gap of the wardrobe door, directly hitting a glass vase on the dressing table in the room.
Crash---
The vase shattered with a loud noise.
"What happened?!! Help!! Someone help!! Cough cough cough---"
Ye Anping shouted, making his voice sound hoarse, and then threw a knife, knocking over a small wooden stool next to a round table.
"Uh... help..."
He pretended to weakly shout while paying attention to Huang Quan\'s condition beside him.
---Ten breaths.
Most likely, Huang Quan could only last for ten more breaths. If those people didn\'t open the door and rush in by the eighth breath, then he would have no choice but to take her and get out through the back window.
"Hold on a little longer, don\'t fall asleep."
Ye Anping counted silently in his heart, and when he reached "six"...
Creak---
The bedroom door was pushed open.
In an instant, the purple mist in the room poured out the door like a flood, and within two or three breaths, it completely dissipated.
Ye Anping breathed a sigh of relief and, at the same time, prepared his sword, keeping his gaze fixed on the door of the bedroom.
A man wearing a cloak sprinkled with purple, holding a sword, stepped over the threshold and entered.
He looked around the room, and when he saw the bulge on the bed, his eyes showed a hint of confusion. After a short hesitation, he tiptoed cautiously towards the edge of the bed.
Ye Anping narrowed his eyes and thought to himself: Foundation Building early stage... It can be done in seconds!
As the man raised his sword and stabbed toward the bulge on the bed---
Bang---
Ye Anping forcefully pushed the double doors of the wardrobe, facing directly toward the bed, where that man stood.
Startled by the noise, he immediately turned around only to see a sword towering over him like a dragon\'s head, coming straight down at him.
The man instinctively raised the sword in his hand horizontally above his head in an attempt to block the hit.
However---
Swish---
The sword in Ye Anping\'s hand seemed to pass directly through his own sword, and as a silver moon flashed by, the man widened his eyes, feeling a sharp pain in his neck.
Thud---
His field of vision also tilted, aligning with Ye Anping\'s feet.
"Ah..."
He seemed to want to say something, but his vocal cords were not connected to his brain anymore.
As blood slowly oozed out, Ye Anping sheathed his sword and turned to look at the open bedroom door. Seeing that the other two people did not seem to have any intention of following in, he pondered for a while and smiled slightly.
He put his sword back into the storage bag and stepped forward. Then, he picked up the sword in the man\'s hand and took off his blood-stained gray cloak and mask before putting them on himself.