Chapter 310: Isn’t This Your Wife?

Chapter 310: Isn’t This Your Wife?

The Martial Arts Alliance branch was in an uproar.

Qi Yuan's strength, even among those at the peak of martial arts, was far from ordinary.

More importantly, he was so young.

Immediately, several martial artists from the Martial Arts Alliance approached, hoping to befriend Qi Yuan.Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

However, Qi Yuan wasn’t interested in any of that.

He casually said, “The water at the hotel is boiling. I need to rush back to make instant noodles.”

After he said that, he turned and left the Martial Arts Alliance branch.

The other martial artists, seeing this, looked at each other in confusion.

Many who had seen Qi Yuan outside earlier also had peculiar expressions on their faces.

“This martial artist... is quite odd.”

“If I remember correctly, he seems to have a certificate of mental illness.”

“What? Judging by his behavior, he does seem a bit off.”

“Maybe he’s damaged his brain by practicing martial arts too much?”

“God opened a window for him, but closed his door.”

The way these martial artists looked at Qi Yuan shifted from envy to pity.

Having high martial arts talent was something to envy.

But... if he had a mental illness, what good was martial arts talent, no matter how high?

He might be strong, but without his own consciousness, he would at most become a puppet in someone else’s hands, a tool for making money.

So, having a good brain was still more useful.

Qi Yuan left the Martial Arts Alliance branch, and Beihe Han Qianyun followed him out.

Yang Shan stayed behind because he had acquaintances in the Martial Arts Alliance and wanted to chat with his old friends.

Beihe Han Qianyun, on the other hand, followed Qi Yuan, and the two left together.

At this moment, Beihe Han Qianyun still had countless questions on his mind.

“Your martial arts talent is even stronger than mine. Could you be the second Luo Bufan?”

Han Qianyun walked alongside Qi Yuan.

After all, no one had broken through the limits of martial arts in hundreds of years.

If Qi Yuan managed to do it, it would be a monumental event in the martial arts world.

“My talent is actually quite average. My current strength is all thanks to my hard work!” Qi Yuan said honestly.

His martial arts talent was only mediocre to begin with.

He became this formidable because he played the game very diligently.

“You’re too modest. In ordinary circles, effort does matter, but in the martial arts world, it's all about talent. The difference between people is greater than the difference between people and dogs,” Han Qianyun said.

Han Qianyun was from an old aristocratic family himself.

However, he had an elder brother.

The “throne” belonged to his elder brother, so he couldn’t actively enter his brother's circle. Instead, he mixed in the niche martial arts circle.

This was also a form of self-preservation.

After all, his elder brother was thirteen years older and in his prime. If Han Qianyun had any thoughts of competing, how could he win?

Qi Yuan gave him a unique feeling, a sense of mystery.

And there was also that fortune teller earlier, who seemed very mysterious.

At first, Han Qianyun thought it was all a setup against him.

But now, it didn’t seem that way.

“There’s still some time before the Martial Arts Tournament. Are you staying in Longtai during this time? How about I act as your guide and show you around Longtai? Longtai has many sacred sites for martial artists; it’s a good place for us.

Don’t be fooled by your current strength; whether or not you win the championship is another matter. During this time, we can look at what the ancients left behind. It might improve your martial arts.”

Beihe Han Qianyun was very enthusiastic.

He also wanted to use this time to figure out Qi Yuan’s background.

“That sounds good. After I get married, I’ll definitely go on a honeymoon trip,” Qi Yuan replied.

But his response made no sense in the context of Han Qianyun’s suggestion.

Han Qianyun was stunned for a moment and couldn’t help but think of the mental illness certificate Qi Yuan had pulled out earlier and the discussions at the Martial Arts Alliance branch.

Could Qi Yuan really be mentally ill?

Otherwise, why was it so difficult to communicate?

Thinking of something, Han Qianyun quickly asked, “What kind of person has to go to the hospital every day?”

Qi Yuan was momentarily stunned, then looked at Han Qianyun as if he were an idiot. “You’ve watched too many videos. My mental illness is just a ruse; it’s not real.”

Hearing this, Han Qianyun breathed a sigh of relief. A truly mentally ill person wouldn’t say something like that.

“Seems I misunderstood.”

“As for who goes to the hospital every day... probably no one. Even Pangu didn’t,” Qi Yuan replied.

Time is long.

Hospitals haven’t always existed.

How could anyone go to the hospital every day?

For example, before heaven and earth were formed, who went to the hospital?

Hearing this, Han Qianyun was puzzled again.

Wasn't the mental illness just a ruse?

Why did his words make no sense?

There must be something wrong with him!

However, at that moment, Han Qianyun paused for a moment, “Did you hear a strange sound?”

Han Qianyun spoke, looking toward a nearby alley.

The alley was empty and silent.

But for some reason, he felt that a strange sound had just come from there.

“Sound?”

Qi Yuan also looked toward the alley, his eyes showing curiosity.

“I didn’t hear anything, but... we can go take a look.”

Indeed, Qi Yuan hadn’t heard any unusual sounds.

But when he followed Han Qianyun’s gaze, he sensed something strange.

“Alright.”

Han Qianyun thought for a moment and then, without hesitation, went toward the alley with Qi Yuan.

The alley wasn’t wide and was a bit dirty. Not far away, beside a flowerpot, there was a dry piece of dog poop on the ground. Judging by its moisture and color, it had been there for a while.

Beihe Han Qianyun scanned the surroundings and smiled, “Seems like it was a false alarm. I often have auditory hallucinations. Sometimes, I hear strange sounds and when I go to check, there’s nothing there.”

Han Qianyun’s eyes were still closed, his head still foggy, but his body was standing, his hair standing on end.

Yu Xiu, not far away, was in a similar state.

Qi Yuan’s voice continued to assault their ears.

This attack was even more intense than Fu Mos’s attack on the two.

Finally, after about two seconds, Yu Xiu and Han Qianyun opened their eyes.

“What’s happening? Did I pass out?” Han Qianyun was puzzled. The long-lost memory flooded back, and he widened his eyes, looking at Qi Yuan not far away, “I just dreamed I had a really awesome wife!”

Yu Xiu also felt like he had been asleep for a long time.

He was very confused now.

Fu Mos’s soundwave attack should have put someone to sleep for a whole day and night, unable to wake up.

Not even advanced tools could wake them up. How did he wake up?

“Your awesome wife is still here?” Qi Yuan pointed ahead.

Han Qianyun looked over, his previously foggy head waking up at this moment.

He widened his eyes, “The dream was real!”

At this moment, Qi Yuan looked at Fu Mos and continued, “Alright, we can continue fighting now. I’ve woken up my helpers.”

Qi Yuan clapped his hands.

Three-on-one is much more interesting.

Solo fighting while his teammates took a nap was not acceptable.

“Han Qianyun, hurry up and fight your awesome wife,” Qi Yuan said.

Han Qianyun’s legs trembled as he remembered the terrifying creature. Just one soundwave knocked him out.

How was he supposed to fight?

Yu Xiu had also lost all fighting spirit, feeling that today’s events were too strange.

“You two are useless,” Qi Yuan sighed, “seeing you two get knocked out by its roar, I decided to fight this thing alone.

But I’m not feeling balanced in my heart. Why should I be the one fighting while you two nap?

So, I woke you up, and it turns out... you’re just like this?”

Han Qianyun: “???”

Yu Xiu was also baffled.

Something was off.

“Sigh, it seems you don’t want to be a cuckold; you don’t like fighting your wife.

How about this? I’ll help you fight your wife, and you can cheer me on from the side. Today, I’ll humble myself and use you as my cheerleader.”

Qi Yuan spoke, stepping forward.

Yu Xiu’s eyes flashed sharply.

He remembered the shattered Blood Compass.

Could it be...

Beside him, Han Qianyun was trembling, his mind muddled. He could only muster the courage to say, “I’m not good at fighting, but I’m great at cheering!”

He didn’t dare face that terrifying beast.

Too much had happened today, too many bizarre things. His mind was already short-circuited.

He could only speak instinctively.

He also wondered how Qi Yuan, who was only at the peak of martial arts, would fight this terrifying beast.

“I have a sword... Kill!”

Just then, Qi Yuan shouted.

Suddenly, the entire space was filled with a red light.

A blood-red longsword seemed to come from the depths of the stars, landing in Qi Yuan’s hand.

Qi Yuan, holding the blood-red longsword, looked like a peerless sword immortal.

“This... this... this...”

Han Qianyun’s eyes widened in shock, and he felt both surprise and excitement.

“The video was real. You wiped out the three-thousand-strong military camp?”

That familiar sword, that familiar sword light, wasn’t it from the video?

It was real!

And the person wielding it was his familiar Qi Yuan.

Brother... when did you secretly become a cultivator?

A cultivator... participating in a Martial Arts Tournament?

This is...

Before he could think more, a red light suddenly flashed across the entire space.

A huge longsword slashed toward Fu Mos.

The terrifying Fu Mos leapt a hundred meters into the air, its massive axe swinging down.

A powerful strike, enough to split a small mountain.

Yu Xiu’s eyes were filled with extreme fear.

Who could withstand such a blow?

But in the next moment, he was stunned.

The blood-red light flared up, and Qi Yuan’s sword clashed with Fu Mos’s axe.

Yu Xiu initially thought Fu Mos would have the upper hand, but things didn’t go as he expected.

In the sky, Fu Mos’s body suddenly split in half, then into four pieces, then eight... more and more, smaller and smaller, until it shattered into tiny pieces...

In the sky, it started raining blood.

This was... Qi Yuan’s sword.

Fu Mos had no chance to resist.

Yu Xiu was utterly shocked, “This is... a god!”

A sword like this, capable of killing an executioner—who else could it be but a god?

Only a god could wield such majestic power.

He understood now. No wonder the Blood Compass broke.

Because he had tried to divine a god.

But he was puzzled. Why would a god be... in the real world?

His mind was in chaos, filled with deep reverence.

At this moment, Qi Yuan sheathed his sword, his robes fluttering like a celestial being. He looked at the man not far away and spoke, his voice ethereal like an orchid.

“Han Qianyun, your wife is bleeding.”

Han Qianyun: “...”