Chapter 489: You People Are In Great Trouble!

Chapter 489: You People Are In Great Trouble!

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"Gahahahaha~" The laughter of Jordan echoed through the solemn atmosphere of the Ye Family's main lobby. His ordinary appearance was juxtaposed with the maniacal mirth that filled the room, where every other face was etched with gravity.Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

Jordan, recently returned by the Ability Management Department on a private flight, seemed unaffected by the seriousness that surrounded him. Donald Ye, observing his son's lackluster expression, felt his anger rise, his fists cracking in barely contained rage. He was overtaken by a powerful desire to confront and eliminate the one they knew as [Princess].

"Hehehe, Huhuhuhahaha~" Yet, as Jordan continued to laugh, a carefree juxtaposition to the tension around him, it became apparent that he bore no mark of battle. This absence of injury was baffling considering he had dueled with a quasi-Grandmaster. The family doctor's examination only deepened the mystery; Jordan was not only unharmed but seemed healthier than ever, albeit his sanity was in question.

"Patriarch, his condition is very strange, as if it's been deliberately manipulated," the family doctor commented. This observation unleashed a torrent of accusations. "It must be that [Princess]. She's taunting our family!" someone shouted. The anger was palpable as another chimed in with vitriol, "This b̲i̲t̲c̲h̲ is absolutely disgusting!"

"That's right, that's right!" the crowd agreed in unison.

"Patriarch, permit me to eliminate her!" a middle-aged man demanded, stepping forward with visible ire. He shared Jordan Ye's status as a quasi-Grandmaster, yet his combat experience and strength were markedly superior.

"Stand down for now. I know what to do," Donald Ye commanded, quelling the fervor with a gesture of his hand, as he wrestled with the anger within. The middle-aged man, recognizing the authority in Donald's stance, stepped back, a wise concession in the face of the patriarch's decision.

"Look at my son, does it look like he fought a quasi-Grandmaster?" Donald posed the question to the room. A collective shake of heads was his answer. "Obviously, there's an expert backing her," he continued, his voice steady despite the turmoil beneath. To him, it was clear that only a Grandmaster, or rather, an Intermediate Grandmaster, could defeat a quasi-Grandmaster without breaking a sweat.

Donald Ye's disbelief was evident as he considered the absurd idea that [Princess], a recent quasi-Grandmaster, could have ascended to the Grandmaster level, let alone become an Intermediate Grandmaster. It seemed beyond the realm of possibility; if such advancement were so simple, the ranks of quasi-Grandmasters would not exist within their family.

"Could it be Ronald Tian?" a young man with a clean-shaven face inquired, introducing another possibility into the mix.

"The Tian Family wouldn't involve themselves in personal feuds," another dismissed, shaking their head.

"Milk, milk, hungry. I want milk, milk!" Jordan's behavior became erratic as he reached out to a male relative, tearing at his garments as if searching for nourishment where none could be found. This startling act left onlookers in a state of disbelief.

"Nonsense!" Donald erupted, his face turning ashen as he incapacitated Jordan with a swift intervention.

In the midst of the commotion, Doctor Huang, struggling to his feet, wore a look of utter disbelief. "Patriarch Ye..." he began, prompting Donald to express his concern. "Doctor Huang, are you alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Observers noted the shift in address; the title ‘miracle doctor' was notably absent. Reflecting on this, it seemed justified—reverence is often reserved for the infallible, and Doctor Huang, having faced setbacks, was now seen in a different light.

However, Doctor Huang appeared unaffected by the change in formalities. Catching his breath, he fixed Donald with a piercing gaze and exclaimed, "You people are in great trouble!" The urgency in his voice was clear, and it sent a wave of shock through the room.

"Why would you say that, Doctor Huang?" Donald questioned, his frown deepening with concern.

The answer came as a revelation that only deepened the mystery. "Fuxi's Nine Needles. I sensed the long extinct technique of Fuxi's Nine Needles within him!" Doctor Huang declared.

The mention of Fuxi's Nine Needles sowed confusion among those gathered.

"Fuxi's Nine Needles is a technique that has vanished from the known world, yet it survives and is passed down within [Kun Ruins]! As a youth, I was mentored in medicine by an authority on this technique—the emissary from [Kun Ruins] of that time knew Fuxi's Nine Needles intimately. This art is known only to those within [Kun Ruins]," Doctor Huang revealed, his disclosure casting a hush over the room.

In the ensuing silence, a wave of dread washed over everyone. A stark realization crystallized in their minds: [Princess] must have originated from [Kun Ruins], and her status there was undoubtedly prominent.

After all, there was an expert protecting her. No wonder she was still alive despite being so reckless all the time! Who would dare to provoke her with such a background? These thoughts caused Donald to stumble backwards as a cold sweat broke out on his brow and his heart sank with dread.

Simultaneously, in a stark contrast to the tension-filled atmosphere of the Ye family, Yaeger and Little Blue were casually pacing around [City of Chaos]. "This doesn't feel like home at all. I need to bring in some furniture," the dazzling beauty mused aloud, completely oblivious to the fact that she was now being linked to such a powerful faction.

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