Chapter 962: His Majesty Seduced Qingqing, Each More Insane Than the Other (1)

The middle-aged man spun around abruptly, shouting sternly, “Who’s there?!”

Someone had managed to enter without either brother noticing!

The intruder wore a mask and had a tall, slender figure. However, with a hat and cloak concealing their identity, it was impossible to determine their age or gender.

But this appearance was exactly like Yu Wu’s disguise eight years ago in the East Ridge Sea.

The middle-aged man’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

There was no need to doubt; the statue of Yu Wu still stood outside!

While some might impersonate Yu Wu’s disciples, no one dared to impersonate Yu Wu herself.

No one possessed the skill to pull it off without being exposed immediately.

“You went through all this trouble to find me,” Si Fuqing said leisurely as she sat down and picked up a teacup, toying with it. “I couldn’t bear to see you so restless, so I came.”

“…”

A dead silence fell over the hall.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, his voice trembling and incoherent. “L-Lord Yu Wu gracing us with your presence truly brings us great honor. May I ask what brings you here? My brother and I will fulfill any request!”

As he spoke, an immense fear surged within him, causing his body to shake even more violently.

A figure of Yu Wu’s stature visiting the Takizawa family would prompt the elders and the family head to greet him personally. Why would he focus on a mere branch of the Takizawa family?

“You’ve got some nerve, attacking the people of Great Xia,” Si Fuqing said coolly. “I warned the Fujisan family but not you, so perhaps you’ve forgotten. That’s why I came to remind you personally.”

“Boom!”

The middle-aged man’s mind went blank. He glanced at the unconscious Takizawa Chiya lying on the bed, and his thoughts clicked into place.

The Master of Yin-Yang who incapacitated Takizawa Chiya was Yu Wu!

Everyone knew Yu Wu’s unique Yin-Yang techniques were violent and swift, leaving no trace of Yin-Yang or elemental forces.

No wonder they couldn’t trace the culprit.

The middle-aged man panicked and prostrated himself on the ground. “Lord Yu Wu, spare us. We were unaware of this matter. It was all this boy’s doing. Please, Lord Yu Wu, see the truth.”

“Is that so?” Si Fuqing nodded. “I seem to recall hearing just now that you planned to attack the people of Great Xia. Did I hear wrong?”

The middle-aged man’s face turned deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down his back. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

It’s over… he’s finished!

Years ago, Yu Wu, in a fit of rage, had killed three hundred Masters of Yin-Yang from the Fujisan family because they intended to invade the East State through the East Ridge Sea.

Yu Wu’s protection of Great Xia was well-known in the Yin-Yang world.

They could have encountered anyone, but they encountered Yu Wu.

“You’ve heard, so keep your family in check,” Si Fuqing said, putting down the teacup with a slight smile. “Next time, you won’t be so lucky.”

She left openly, and no one dared to stop her.

Only after her figure completely disappeared did all the high-ranking members of the Takizawa family appear.

It was the first time the middle-aged man had seen all the elders together, something he had always dreamed of.

But now, it felt like a death sentence.

The head of the Takizawa family glanced at the middle-aged man still sprawled on the ground and said coldly, “Take him away and punish him according to family law.”

If they didn’t handle this well, the entire Takizawa family would suffer.

With Yu Wu’s protective nature, who knew what madness he might unleash.

**

At the OPL arena, the media couldn’t catch up with the new player from the Five States team today and only managed to interview others, gaining no useful information.

Everyone was speculating about the identity of the masked man who played for the Five States team today.

Meanwhile, Yu Xiheng had already returned to the hotel.

He pushed the door open and saw the girl lying on the sofa, gulping down water.

He sat down beside her. “Happy?”

“Happy,” Si Fuqing said, extending a hand and typing on the keyboard to calculate the odds. “Earned another sum!”

Both the healer and bard were rarely played professions, so the odds were high.

The odds for a pentakill were even higher.

Combined, she had won a considerable amount.

She was indeed very good at making money.

Yu Xiheng nodded, his smile faint. “As long as you’re happy.”

Si Fuqing looked into his gentle amber eyes and was momentarily dazed.

Seeing her lost in thought, he leaned down slightly to meet her gaze. “What’s wrong?”

With their proximity, she could see his long, dark eyelashes, thick and fine.