Chapter 12

C12 – All of This Was Accidental!

Yan Wen’s lips curled disdainfully upon hearing this stroke of luck.

“Wen, why are you engaging with your brother-in-law?” Third Uncle scolded Yan Wen before addressing Wu Jun. “Xiao Yu, why not showcase the Fist Style you’ve been learning for me?”

“But Third Uncle, my version of this Fist Style might differ from what you’re familiar with, as I’ve forgotten the original sequence!” Ye Yu explained.

“That’s of no consequence. Just execute the punches you’ve been practicing!” Third Uncle instructed again.

Ye Yu nodded and proceeded to demonstrate his refined Fist Style to Third Uncle.

The Fist Style that Third Uncle had learned from his master was deemed futile by Ye Yu. Through his enhancements, Ye Yu elevated it to a superior form.

Observing Third Uncle’s kindness towards him, Ye Yu decided to impart this Fist Style to him.

Despite practicing fist arts for over three decades, Third Uncle remained an external force Martial Cultivator. However, with this set of fist techniques, he could ascend to the realms of Inner Strength and Martial Cultivation.

A discerning individual, Third Uncle immediately recognized the potency of Ye Yu’s Fist Style compared to his own. He was astonished by its profundity, noting its similarities to his own Fist Style yet surpassing it in many aspects.

Could this truly be Ye Yu’s creation? If so, then Ye Yu was undoubtedly a martial arts prodigy!

“Excellent! This is remarkable! Xiao Yu, you must visit our dojo more frequently!” Third Uncle expressed his fondness for Ye Yu. If not for Ye Yu being Yan Xue’s husband, he would have considered arranging a marriage between Yan Wen and Ye Yu, allowing Ye Yu to inherit his dojo.

“I will,” Ye Yu promised.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

“Alright, it’s getting late. Wen, why don’t you escort Little Yu out?” Third Uncle suggested as he contemplated practicing Ye Yu’s Fist Style. Mastery of this set would undoubtedly propel him to become an Inner Strength Martial Cultivator.

Yan Wen had no choice but to comply, saying, “Let’s go.”

“I’ve been working at Jinghai for a year now, but never had the chance to get in touch with you. It’s great to see you again, Xue Xue Xue. Who’s this?” The girl gazed curiously at Ye Yu. “Your boyfriend?”

“No, he’s my husband, Ye Yu!” Yan Xue clarified. “This is my best friend, Si Qin!”

“Hello!” Si Qin extended her hand, casting a curious glance at Ye Yu. She hadn’t expected Yan Xue to be married to him.

Once arrogant and proud, Yan Xue used to disregard the attention of numerous outstanding male students and teachers. What made Ye Yu capable enough to win such a prize?

Ye Yu reciprocated the handshake with Si Qin before letting go. Her hand felt soft and smooth, but it didn’t hold any allure for him.

Si Qin, too, was a bit taken aback. Aware of her own charm, she found it surprising that Ye Yu seemed unaffected by it.

Si Qin whispered in Yan Xue’s ear, “Your husband is quite handsome, Xue Xue Xue. You’ve got good taste!”

“What good is being handsome...” Yan Xue trailed off. “Anyway, what about you, Qin Qin? Have you found a boyfriend?” she asked.

“Boyfriend?” Si Qin scoffed. “No, it’s not me. My family keeps pressuring me to go on blind dates, and it’s driving me crazy!” she exclaimed, holding her forehead.

“Xuexue, it’s great you’re here. Sunn Ann has been waiting for you!” A woman with some beauty, though not quite on par with Si Qin and Yan Xue, approached them.

Yan Xue’s expression shifted slightly upon seeing this woman. It was evident they weren’t on good terms. She was Xiao Fen, another university classmate of Yan Xue.

Though Xiao Fen’s appearance didn’t rival theirs, she wore revealing attire, showcasing her sexy thighs and fair skin.

Walking beside Xiao Fen was a man who approached them. “Xue Xue Xue, Qin Qin, you’re both here. Looks like everyone’s arrived. This is Xue Xue Xue’s husband, right?” he said with a smile. “Nice to meet you for the first time, I’m Sunn Ann!”

Sunn Ann reached out his hand with a smile, seemingly intending to shake hands with Ye Yu.

As Sunn Ann extended his hand, two men behind him sneered, one of them murmuring, “Huang Tao, how long do you think this kid can last against Boss Sun?”