Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 945 - 872: Sky No.1

This time he went to assassinate that Black Society boss, but he didn’t succeed, and now the snake has been alerted. Even if he survived, it will be even harder to kill him now.

"If only I were as strong as the instructor, even if just half as strong, I could kill this bastard Rei Mi!"

Zhong Ming was filled with regret, the instructor had already taught him such powerful cultivation techniques, yet he blamed his own lack of skill for ultimately failing to avenge Yuanyuan.

Just as Zhong Ming was mired in regret, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching, and his heart surged with panic; he didn’t expect Rei Mi’s men to catch up again.

Clenching his teeth, he gathered his strength, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to whoever entered.

Zhong Ming burst out suddenly, and then launched a full-strength punch, intending to take down as many as he could.

Ye Qingfeng effortlessly caught Zhong Ming’s punch and said, "Zhong Ming, it’s me!"

Zhong Ming’s eyes widened in disbelief: "Instructor!"

He never imagined running into his instructor, Ye Qingfeng, here!

The instructor was here! With the instructor’s help, wouldn’t it be possible to avenge Yuanyuan?

Yet, why would the instructor help him?

Zhong Ming knew that Ye Qingfeng became an instructor at the East Sea Military District only due to a deal with Commander Hu Xiangde.

And the military daggers and cultivation techniques Ye Qingfeng gave them—it could be said—were already a tremendous gift.

After a month of contact, Zhong Ming learned quite a bit about the instructor, who was peaceful yet aloof.

Zhong Ming’s heart was in conflict, unsure whether the instructor would help him!

"What happened to you? How did you get so seriously injured?"

Ye Qingfeng asked with a frown. In the Demon-slaying Team, Zhong Ming was the most tenacious, so his cultivation was also the highest—he truly was a Martial Artist already!

Though just at the Warrior Level, ordinary people were definitely not his match.

Zhong Ming hesitated, unsure whether to speak out; he wasn’t sure about involving Ye Qingfeng.

The Demon-slaying Team already owed Ye Qingfeng a lot, and to him, Ye Qingfeng was the greatest benefactor.

He deeply desired revenge, but didn’t want to drag Ye Qingfeng into it.

Although the instructor was formidable, the opponent was the head of the Hong Clan in Huaxia, and their influence spanned the area.

Even the instructor would get into immense trouble once entangled with them.

"Speak up," Ye Qingfeng urged, disliking hesitation.

"Here’s the thing, instructor. After you left, I too quit the Demon-slaying Team. But rest assured, the military dagger you gave, I’ve left it for the incoming brothers."

Ye Qingfeng had no interest in the military dagger; it was given casually. Though it was a divine weapon for the Demon-slaying Team members, it was just an ordinary weapon for Ye Qingfeng.

Zhong Ming recounted his story in detail since the instructor asked, he had no intention of hiding it.

If the instructor was willing to help him, he had nothing to offer in return but his worthless life.

Zhong Ming understood he wasn’t of much use to the instructor, but as long as the instructor could use him, he’d go through fire and water.

If the instructor wasn’t willing to help, he wouldn’t complain; it was his own incompetence that failed to avenge, the instructor remained his benefactor!

Ye Qingfeng listened calmly as Zhong Ming finished recounting everything. Such vendetta was all too common—everything depended on strength.

At any rate, he was his student; Ye Qingfeng wasn’t as indifferent as he seemed.

He decided to assist Zhong Ming.

"Take this medicine, then sit cross-legged," Ye Qingfeng took a bottle from his backpack and handed it to Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming trusted the instructor entirely, immediately opening the bottle to swallow the medicine.

Once seated cross-legged, Ye Qingfeng positioned himself behind him, using spiritual power to help heal his body. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The gunshot wounds couldn’t be directly healed by Ye Qingfeng’s medicine, as the medicine was more oriented towards enhancing bodily functions. As the body healed, naturally, there would be no ailments.

To exaggerate a bit, using medicine to transform ordinary people into Martial Artist physiques would mean they wouldn’t easily fall ill.

"Clang, clang."

This was the sound of bullets hitting the ground; Ye Qingfeng used spiritual power to directly expel the bullet from Zhong Ming’s body.

Zhong Ming was amazed—when the bullet left his body, he didn’t feel any pain whatsoever.

As expected from the instructor!

Zhong Ming admired Ye Qingfeng even more at heart, these methods were increasingly miraculous.

What was even more unbelievable was that he felt his wounds were slowly healing!

A few minutes later, Zhong Ming found his wounds fully healed.

Such a method was simply miraculous! Even more impressive than Hua Tuo himself!

"Instructor, that’s incredible, I’m healed!"

Zhong Ming excitedly turned his head, noticing Ye Qingfeng’s forehead surprisingly covered in sweat.

He had never seen the instructor sweat before; he understood in his heart, the instructor must have paid a great price to save him!

In fact, it was far less serious for Ye Qingfeng than Zhong Ming thought; he was now at the Qi Refining Middle Stage.

Utilizing spiritual energy to save an ordinary person posed no real issue.

"Instructor you..." Zhong Ming was moved, unsure what to do.

In his heart, he wished for Ye Qingfeng to exact revenge on his behalf, but the instructor had already exerted himself so much just to save him, that he felt ashamed for even having such thoughts.

"Be quiet, let me recuperate for a moment!"

Ye Qingfeng, with an already icy tone, sat cross-legged to restore his spiritual energy through cultivation.

Zhong Ming held no resentment towards Ye Qingfeng’s cold demeanor; instead, he found it very familiar.

This was his instructor, speaking coldly yet generously, and he even saved him at a critical moment!

Ye Qingfeng didn’t concern himself with Zhong Ming’s thoughts, planning to assist in Zhong Ming’s vengeance, but intending to restore his state to the best condition first.

After over ten minutes, Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes, having reached his optimal state.

"Let’s go!" Ye Qingfeng stood up.

"Instructor, where are we going?" Zhong Ming followed behind Ye Qingfeng.

"To kill!" Ye Qingfeng said calmly, stepping out of the alley.

Zhong Ming felt a flicker of joy; with the instructor’s prowess, if he was willing to help with revenge, success was certain!

But considering the Hong Clan’s power, Zhong Ming felt hesitation. Killing Rei Mi would mean thoroughly stirring up the hornet’s nest that was the Hong Clan.

Sky No.1, one of Yanjing’s most elite clubs.

The guests here all knew the powerful backing behind Sky No.1, as well as its underworld connections.

But only the true elite knew it was a significant stronghold for the Hong Clan in Huaxia.

Because the Hong Clan’s leader in Huaxia, Rei Mi, was here!

"Instructor, are we really just going in like this?" Zhong Ming couldn’t help but ask, as he had previously infiltrated Sky No.1 to assassinate the Hong Clan’s Rei Mi.

The bouncers inside were all armed, just breaking in, even for the instructor, seemed too dangerous.

"Relax, didn’t I buy nails on the road earlier?"

Ye Qingfeng wasn’t afraid of the Hong Clan’s men, merely disliking hassle, and found the nails quite convenient.