Chapter 205: Whip Scar

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He Yiming's figure was like lightning, crossing the buildings between the two courtyards in an instant.

When he returned, the first thing he saw was Xie Mingjin, looking remorseful and a little frightened. Not only that, but a barely audible sob reached He Yiming's ears.

If he hadn't possessed the miraculous skill of Clairaudient Ear, he might not have been able to hear it clearly at this moment.

The sound came from Yuan Lixuan's room, clearly indicating that she had entered the room immediately after returning and was crying in secret.

He Yiming's gaze shifted, immediately falling upon Xie Mingjin.

Xie Mingjin looked up and said in a deep voice, "Eldest Brother, I'm sorry."

Figures flickered, and Shui Xuanjin and Ting Shi Guang appeared simultaneously. They exchanged glances, and Ting Shi Guang coldly asked, "Mingjin, what exactly happened?"

Xie Mingjin gritted his teeth and recounted what had just happened. He didn't embellish it but spoke truthfully.

Precisely because his words were so real, He Yiming and the others felt as if they were there. Especially when he mentioned that he had already made way, but the rider on the horse still swung his whip and struck someone, a surge of inexplicable anger rose in everyone's hearts.

Shui Xuanjin and Ting Shi Guang both frowned slightly. Someone who dared to be so reckless in Kairong Country must not be a simple character. It was even more complicated if they were a member of the Kairong Country's royal family.

Their time together had made everyone aware of He Yiming's attitude towards Yuan Lixuan.

Although Yuan Lixuan was nominally just his concubine, no one who saw how they interacted would have similar thoughts.

So, upon learning that Yuan Lixuan had been injured, they all worried.

Two gazes simultaneously focused on He Yiming's face. However, unexpectedly, He Yiming's face showed no expression, as if he hadn't heard about the incident at all.

They exchanged glances, a strange chill inexplicably rising in their hearts.

Xie Mingjin lowered his head and said for the second time, "Eldest Brother, I'm sorry."

He Yiming stepped forward, gently patted his shoulder, and said, "You did well, you can't be blamed."

As he spoke, a gentle force from He Yiming's hand entered Xie Mingjin's body.

This was a force representing "life." As this force traveled through his body, a burning sensation immediately came from the injured area. In just an instant, this sensation spread and permeated his entire body.

Although he tried his best to endure, Xie Mingjin couldn't help but let out a nearly moaning sound. Although he stopped immediately, his face instantly turned red.

In just a moment, when He Yiming lifted his hand, he was surprised to find that the severe pain caused by the injury had completely disappeared. Although there was still slight obstruction when Inner Energy circulated in his body, he knew that his injuries had basically healed. With some rest and careful recuperation, he would be able to fully recover as before.

Looking gratefully at He Yiming, Xie Mingjin's eyes held a strange firmness.

After this incident, he had prepared himself for He Yiming's blame, and even to endure his boundless rage.

If an Innate expert were to erupt in anger because of this, even if they were to strike him down on the spot, no one would likely stand up for him. At the very least, he was certain that Ting Shi Guang and his family would never offend He Yiming because of him.

However, after meeting him, He Yiming's behavior truly moved him. It was a feeling that couldn't be described in words but was genuinely present.

He Yiming calmly glanced at everyone, still expressionless, and said, "Everyone, I'm going in to see Lixun."

With that, he went to Yuan Lixun's door, stretched out his hand, and gently knocked a few times.

However, unlike usual, this time Yuan Lixun did not come to open the door. The suppressed crying in the room only became much quieter.

A wisp of True Qi slowly flowed out from He Yiming's palm. The latch in the room seemed to be moved by an invisible hand, slowly opening.

Pushing the door open, He Yiming closed it behind him. Then he walked into the inner room.

Inside, Yuan Lixun sat quietly in a chair, her face turned away. Although only half her face was visible, tear marks were still apparent, clearly indicating she had been crying for some time and had only now slowly composed herself.

He Yiming said nothing, simply walked to her.

Yuan Lixun instinctively wanted to turn her face away, but He Yiming gently cupped her chin.

His movements were gentle yet firm and powerful. Yuan Lixun struggled slightly, then, as if resigned to her fate, she turned her face according to his movements.

On her face, starting from behind her ear, a terrifying centipede-like scar ran straight to the corner of her lips. Although it wasn't an open wound, the rugged line was still shocking.

Yuan Lixun looked up; she seemed to be searching for something in He Yiming's eyes.

A moment later, her fear, worry, and uneasiness slowly subsided. Because she did not find the kind of disgust and loathing in He Yiming's eyes that she feared.

In those black eyes, what she saw and felt was a gentleness, a heartwarming gentleness that made her want to lose herself in it.

At this moment, she seemed to return to that nameless Mountain Valley, where they shared a secret, a world belonging only to the two of them.

He Yiming's face held a faint smile. His hand gently brushed around the injury, and wisps of extremely pure Wood-element Innate True Qi rapidly flowed there, causing Yuan Lixun to feel tingling sensations, as if this feeling could directly penetrate to the deepest part of her heart.

Under his gaze, Yuan Lixun seemed to receive unspoken comfort. This feeling touched her heart far more than any words could.

She mustered her courage and asked, "Young Master, is it very ugly?"

"Ugly?" He Yiming tilted his head, thinking seriously.

Yuan Lixun's heart instantly leaped into her throat, and her complexion changed slightly.

A few breaths later, He Yiming suddenly leaned forward and, with lightning speed, pecked her gently on the side of the wound on her face.

This sudden attack was like a dragonfly skimming the water. Then he returned to his original position with equal speed, rubbing his head and looking at her with a silly smile.

Yuan Lixun's face instantly turned bright red. Although the whip mark appeared particularly gruesome due to the congestion, He Yiming seemed oblivious, his expression utterly unchanged.

Yuan Lixun's heart finally completely calmed down. After being with He Yiming for so long, intimate gestures were rare. And now, He Yiming was answering Yuan Lixun's question in his own way.

He Yiming reached into his embrace and, as if by magic, pulled out a medicine bottle. "Lixun, this is an ointment personally refined by Elder Yao. It has a miraculous healing effect on external injuries. Let me apply it for you."

Yuan Lixun lowered her head and assented, allowing He Yiming to apply the ointment to her face.

A refreshing sensation spread across her face. Yuan Lixun hesitated for a moment and asked, "Young Master, will it leave a scar?"

He Yiming said gently, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Seeing that there was still a hint of doubt in her eyes, He Yiming raised his eyebrows, patted his chest resoundingly, and said, "Don't you believe me?"

Yuan Lixun finally relaxed and said, "Of course, I believe Young Master."

He Yiming nodded in satisfaction, pulled her into his embrace, and gently said, "That's right, believe me, everything will be fine, everything will be fine..."

His voice seemed to contain a reassuring power. In that warm embrace and gentle voice, Yuan Lixun felt as if she had re-entered her mother's arms, completely enveloped by an endless warmth.

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A moment later, Yuan Lixun in He Yiming's embrace slowly fell asleep, her breathing even and peaceful.

He Yiming picked her up by the waist, removed her soiled outer clothing and shoes, then placed her on the bed and covered her with a thin blanket.

All of these movements were extremely gentle, and he even used True Qi to assist, so even the recently fallen asleep Yuan Lixun was not awakened.

Then, He Yiming stood up. He gazed deeply at Yuan Lixun, his eyes sweeping over the whip mark on her face. His expression finally changed, revealing a hint of pain for the first time since entering the room.

He had examined it and found that when the person wielded the whip, they used a clever force, leaving a difficult-to-heal scar, as if cut by a saw blade.

From the outside, it seemed like just an ordinary whip mark, but due to the complexity of the wound, the possibility of a complete recovery was minimal.

He took a deep breath, then lifted his foot, making no sound as he left the inner room and opened the door.

Outside the door, many people had already gathered. Besides Shui Xuanjin and Ting Shi Guang, the two Innate experts, even Zhao Ruipei was quietly waiting there.

When the door opened silently, everyone's gaze turned to He Yiming.

At this moment, He Yiming appeared expressionless; no one could tell what he was thinking. However, upon seeing him, everyone, whether an Innate expert or not, shivered involuntarily. Their eyes seemed to behold a terrifying image.

In their perception, He Yiming was like a volcano; although it hadn't erupted yet, the current situation of continuously accumulating power was becoming increasingly frightening.

He Yiming walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

"Bang..."

The moment the door closed, a fierce, suppressed rage erupted from He Yiming's heart like a raging storm.

Like the end of the world, the surging anger completely drowned his heart.

He Yiming changed.

His face changed, his eyes changed, and his temperament changed. It was as if, in that instant, he had transformed into another person.

His face was ferocious like a devil, his eyes sharp as blades, and a vast killing intent surged from him, piercing the clouds.

Everyone, including the three great Innate experts, clearly sensed that the person before them no longer seemed human but had become the World-Ending God-Demon from the Asura Blood River, having endured countless massacres and brought with them a storm of blood and gore to the shore.

Involuntarily, everyone's heart was filled with coldness. Even the three Innate experts felt a chill at this moment, almost unable to stop trembling.

Only then did they realize how terrifying He Yiming could be when he was angry.

"Mingjin, do you know who those people are?"

A cold voice emanated from He Yiming's mouth. This voice was bone-chilling, instilling a sense of fear from the bottom of one's heart.

However, upon hearing this voice, Xie Mingjin showed no fear but rather a sharp, ferocious expression.

After today's blow, this bold man's heart was also filled with extreme anger. If possible, he would not hesitate to exact the strongest revenge for today's incident.

"Eldest Brother, although I don't know the identities of those people, I remember their faces. If I see them again, I'll definitely recognize them."

He Yiming frowned slightly. There were many people in Kairong Country, and although those galloping on the main road must have a significant background, finding them in the vast sea of people would still be difficult.

Looking up, gazing into the distance, He Yiming suddenly said, "Brother Shui."

"Brother He, what's wrong?" Shui Xuanjin quickly asked. In this situation, he dared not hesitate.

"Please inform Master Mao Lieguang for me and ask him to find those people," He Yiming's voice was low and powerful, carrying an irresistible force.

"Good," Shui Xuanjin nodded without hesitation.

"Eldest Brother," Xie Mingjin suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, "The two coachmen seemed to know something."

He Yiming's eyes immediately narrowed. Coachmen who could be assigned to the Masters Hall's carriages must be local bigwigs. It would be truly strange if they knew nothing.

Nodding slightly, He Yiming strode out.

Although he wasn't walking fast, each step was extremely heavy, contrasting sharply with the Power of Wind he wielded.

Everyone exchanged glances and immediately followed.

A moment later, everyone had left the Embassy District. He Yiming's gaze swept around, and he immediately saw one of the coachmen.

The man stood silently by the carriage in front of the Embassy District. As soon as he saw He Yiming and the others emerge, his face instantly changed. He cautiously glanced around and retreated silently.

He Yiming remained expressionless, taking a step that instantly covered the distance between them, bringing him before the man.

The man was about to leave, but his eyes blurred, and He Yiming appeared before him like a ghost.

He shivered all over, forced a smile, and said with a mournful face, "Master He."

Although He Yiming was not a Nation Protecting Master of Kairong Country, after his two battles with Cheng Fu and Mao Lieguang, his name had become well-known in the city. This coachman was a cultivator himself, so it was even more impossible for him to be unfamiliar.

"Speak, who is it..." He Yiming said expressionlessly.

Although his words were nonsensical, the coachman knew exactly what he meant. His mouth twitched a few times, and he stammered, "I, I, I... I know, that's the Fourth Prince of Tufan Kingdom, His Highness."

The man had originally wanted to say he didn't know, but as he uttered the word "don't," he immediately felt an extremely dangerous force. This force pressed him so hard that he could barely breathe. And before he could change his words, the pressure grew stronger and stronger. He even had a feeling that if he were to say "I don't know," then what awaited him would certainly be to be crushed to death by this pressure, ultimately suffocating.

As soon as he revealed the person's identity, the pressure that had almost crushed him to death, as heavy as Mount Tai, vanished without a trace.

The coachman collapsed to the ground, one hand on his chest, the other on the ground, looking at He Yiming with a face full of terror.

At this moment, in his heart, He Yiming was no longer a person but a devil.

Indeed, how could a human emit such a fierce and violent aura of pressure that could make a person's mind collapse?

He Yiming turned around, his gaze deep and inscrutable, looking towards a distant direction.

Shui Xuanjin and the others' gazes also simultaneously converged in that direction.

There, it was well-known, stood an estate, a special place where even the Nation Protecting Master of Kairong Country's Masters Hall might not dare to act presumptuously.

Because eight Innate experts resided there, and one of them was known as the top expert in the Hundred Scattered Heavens Realm.

He Yiming took a deep breath, his gaze gradually firming.

As if sensing something, Shui Xuanjin said in a deep voice, "Brother He, think twice."

He Yiming smiled as if he didn't care at all, saying, "I originally thought I wouldn't have to fight him so early, but man proposes, God disposes. It seems I will have to fulfill Mao Lieguang's wish."

With that, he laughed several times and walked forward.

Suddenly, Xie Mingjin's voice came.

"Eldest Brother, take me with you. I recognize their faces, even if they turn to ashes, I'll recognize them."

Some people inwardly scoffed that if they were really reduced to ashes, it would be spooky if you could still recognize them, but at this moment, no one dared to speak up.

He Yiming's figure moved slightly, and in the next instant, he and Xie Mingjin were far away.

The remaining people exchanged glances, especially the three Innate experts who looked at each other, unable to decide.

Finally, Shui Xuanjin stomped his foot fiercely and said, "Brother Ting, Brother Zhao, gather everyone, let's go together."

Ting Shi Guang hesitated for a moment and asked, "What if they refuse?"

"If they refuse..." Shui Xuanjin's voice also turned cold. "Think about Brother He's age; tell them to look at the long term."

Ting Shi Guang and Zhao Ruipei looked at each other for a moment and finally made a decision.

And just as they hesitated, the gate of the distant manor suddenly exploded, and then a thunderous sound abruptly erupted.

"Bu Xingcong, come out and face your death..."

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