Chapter 50: The Arrival of Guests

Wei Po Tian’s face darkened immediately. He turned and roared, “It’s all you lot of good-for-nothings who made me take so many detours. This is only thirty kilometers, yet it took us the better part of a night. What use are you to me?!”

The people around him were his personal guards. Naturally, they all agreed. Of course, no one dared to say that it was Wei Shi Tzu himself who insisted on experiencing real combat and ventured into the mountain forests instead of taking the main road. And he had been the one leading, trudging over more than a hundred kilometers through the night.

“Let’s go, find Qiqi! I haven’t seen that girl for ages. This time, I’m going to beat her! You guys need to see your master’s might!”

Naturally, the group praised and cheered him on. Wei Po Tian was beaming with pride. The people following Wei Shi Tzu were not fools; no one questioned the meaning behind his words—that he had never beaten Qiqi before.

The group quickly advanced, arriving at the edge of the camp in no time. They disregarded the fact that this was the backside of someone else’s encampment, roaring as they leaped over the fence, ready to charge in.

Wei Po Tian suddenly halted, his gaze fixed on a wooden hut in the corner of the right side of the camp. He spoke gravely, “Wait, there’s killing intent!”

While some of his retinue indeed had deeper primal force than Wei Shi Tzu, none of them detected anything unusual. At this point, Wei Po Tian had shed his rookie status in the Fallen Angel, having fought in several battles and reportedly learned many secret techniques. Although his previous performance in forest and mountain terrain had left everyone skeptical, they all cooperated and assumed a highly alert posture on the surface.

Wei Po Tian didn’t notice the subtle thoughts of his subordinates. Seeing no movement from the small wooden house, he gave a cold laugh and strode towards it.

How could such an obvious killing intent escape his notice?

As he approached the wooden hut, a loud bang sounded, and the door was blown off. A dark object flew towards Wei Po Tian.

Wei Po Tian was shocked and quickly jumped aside to avoid it.

The object crashed to the ground with a thud, revealing a person in full night armor, their face covered with a black cloth. Clearly, this was no friend. But after falling, the person groaned and couldn’t get up, making Wei Po Tian hesitate. He had never seen such a display of weakness to lure the enemy. This wasn’t fake injury; it was real.

With a whoosh, another black-clad figure was thrown out of the hut, followed by a third. The third person was kicked out, and a flash of long legs in military boots was visible under a fluttering skirt.

This third person was kicked the hardest but landed the closest, falling straight down three meters from the door. Wei Po Tian felt a jolt in his heart. This kick was well-executed, a sudden burst of primal force that left no room for the opponent to retreat, delivering significant damage.

Seeing such a heavy kick, Wei Po Tian felt a phantom pain in his stomach.

A fierce and beautiful woman then emerged from the wooden hut, pouncing on the three men and kicking them mercilessly. Each kick sent her ponytail dancing joyfully. The thuds of the boots on flesh were enough to make anyone anxious.

Wei Po Tian could see that the three men on the ground were sixth or seventh-grade fighters, but they were beaten so badly by this girl that even their mothers wouldn’t recognize them. He doubted he could achieve such a decisive victory himself.

With the professional eye of a Fallen Angel, Wei Po Tian noticed that this girl’s kicks were not random. Each strike landed on critical points, causing maximum pain without being fatal. In other words, no matter how she hit them, they wouldn’t die, but they would be severely injured.

Anyone who could reach this level of brutality, regardless of their primal force, was not someone to be trifled with.

Wei Po Tian felt a pang of pain in his teeth and stepped back. The beautiful girl then raised her head, her lightning-fast gaze striking Wei Po Tian’s face.

“I… er, I am Wei Qi Yang, here to find Miss Qiqi.” Before the girl could ask, Wei Po Tian, for some reason, lost his bravado and spoke, forgetting his proud title and giving his real name.

The commotion had already drawn a crowd. Ji Yuan Jia and the Yin family’s guard captain arrived first, while the patrol rushed from the other side of the camp. But the three intruders were already subdued, reduced to mere groans by Qian Ye.

Qiqi then hurried over, seeing the three fallen, masked men and Wei Po Tian’s group, and was taken aback. “Xiao Ye, what’s going on?”

Qian Ye gritted his teeth, “Ask them! I’m going inside now.” He turned and headed for the hut.

Qiqi called out, “This is the heir of Duke Bo Wang from the Wei family of the Far East. He’s the one I’ve been waiting for. Come over here!”

Qian Ye nodded, entered the hut, and slammed the half-hinged wooden door, clearly still angry.

Qiqi scanned the three men on the ground, recognizing their attire and their identities. She pointed at them and ordered, “Beat them! Break their legs first, then find out why they came here!”

Several burly guards loudly agreed and moved to drag the men away.

But the three men, already disoriented and beaten, shouted, “Don’t hit us! We’ll talk, we’ll tell you everything!”

Qiqi was surprised. She had expected these night raiders to be tough, requiring special means to break. But now, they were ready to spill without a fight?

She reacted quickly, “I won’t listen! Drag them away, beat them for an hour, then let’s hear what they have to say!”

The guards immediately pulled the unfortunate trio away.

Qiqi looked calmly at Wei Po Tian and said, “Sorry, I didn’t keep my subordinates in check, letting these foolish thieves slip in. Po Tian, from your appearance, did you encounter bandits on the way?”

Wei Po Tian and his group looked rather miserable, but he couldn’t lose his composure. He stood tall and said, “I just took too much time on the road, so I was in a hurry.”

Qiqi asked, “How long did you travel?”

“Eight, no, six… three hours,” Wei Po Tian almost slipped.

Qiqi was even more puzzled, “From the spring hunt camp to here, it’s only a few dozen kilometers. Three hours? You must be joking!”

Wei Po Tian waved his hand and shouted, “Enough of that. It’s rare to see you, so let’s have a good fight. Don’t cry if you lose this time!”

The entourage exchanged glances, but no one dared to remind their young master that it was late and not suitable for a duel.

Qiqi didn’t mind and laughed, “Oh! After spending a few days with the Fallen Angels, you forgot who you are! Fine, I’ll take you on. Come in and sit. I’ll have someone prepare the arena.”

Wei Po Tian followed Qiqi into the main hall and started chatting. They shared similar interests and enjoyed each other’s company.

At this moment, Qian Ye silently entered, pulling a stool and sitting behind Qiqi. She glanced at him, slightly surprised. Qian Ye’s face was grim, with a fury that seemed almost tangible.

Qiqi felt a bit guilty. She had coaxed Qian Ye into wearing those clothes, saying she needed to host a friend. Little did she know Wei Po Tian would be so late.

Qian Ye was incredibly depressed. Who knew that the unlisted, mid-way entrant in the spring hunt was Wei Po Tian!

He sat quietly, straight as a statue, his eyes lowered, focusing on the ground, but the suppressed killing intent made the temperature in the room drop.

The Yin family’s guard captain then entered, glancing at Wei Po Tian hesitantly.

Qiqi immediately said, “Speak, Po Tian is no outsider.”

The guard captain reported, “Miss, the three men have confessed.”

Qiqi’s eyebrows shot up, “So soon? Didn’t I say to beat them for an hour first?”

The captain hurriedly replied, “Rest assured, the beating continues. They just can’t stop crying and confessing, so I came to report it to you.”

Qiqi’s expression softened, “What did they say?”

The captain’s long face was grim, “They said they saw Song Qi Gong drawing Xiao Ye’s portrait and wanted to capture her to please him.”

Qiqi’s face turned peculiar, as if she was trying to hold back laughter. She looked at Qian Ye and asked, “You mean, Song Zi Ning is interested in Xiao Ye?”

“According to their confession, yes. I’ve double-checked several times.”

Wei Po Tian was also shocked, “Song Zi Ning? Doesn’t he have enough women? Why would he send people to the Yin family to abduct this… er!”

Qian Ye suddenly looked up, his calm gaze making Wei Po Tian shut up instantly.

Qiqi, seeing their expressions, widened her eyes in surprise and burst into laughter, “Po Tian, you’re not this obedient even in front of the Great Lady. Don’t tell me you like Xiao Ye too?”

“Impossible!” Wei Po Tian frantically waved his hands, nearly jumping. Realizing his mistake, he added, “But Miss Xiao Ye is indeed stunningly beautiful, and that killing intent… ah…”

Wei Po Tian fell silent again under Qian Ye’s fierce glare.

Qiqi covered her mouth, suppressing her laughter, for Qian Ye’s expression was not to be laughed at. But Wei Po Tian’s timid behavior was too amusing.

Ji Yuan Jia then came in, saying the arena was ready. Qiqi stood up, stretched, and extended her right hand. Blue and white primal force light spiraled up her arm. She looked at Wei Po Tian with a mischievous smile, “Young Wei, I know you’re at the sixth grade, but I’m at the seventh. That’s more than enough to teach you a lesson!”