The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 719 - 717: Too Thrilling

Ancient Martial World, Han Sect, within the Scripture Pavilion.

Ye Chenfeng, Han Chuxue, and Wang Bo, the three of them were ceaselessly taking various tomes off the shelves, flipping through them one by one without missing a single one, because this was a matter of Han Chuxue’s life, so they had to be absolutely serious and careful.

Just the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion alone housed tens of thousands of books, concerning basic medical skills, cultivation methods, the history of the Ancient Martial World..., a dizzying array of books of all sorts and types.

Time raced by, one hour, two hours, three hours.

The sky outside had completely darkened. Since there was no electricity in the Ancient Martial World, the four walls of the Han Sect’s Scripture Pavilion were lined with huge candles. Once these candles were lit, the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion brightened up again.

Having just finished flipping through a tome on basic medical skills, Han Chuxue massaged her somewhat swollen head, her eyes, sore from strain, couldn’t help but drift towards Ye Chenfeng. She noticed that Ye Chenfeng was carefully examining the book in his hands. From the moment he stepped into the Scripture Pavilion, Ye Chenfeng hadn’t stopped even for a moment, just moving from one book to the next, determined to find a way to save Han Chuxue as soon as possible.

Han Chuxue quietly walked behind Ye Chenfeng, placed her jade hands on his shoulders, and began to gently massage him. Ye Chenfeng only looked back briefly before once again concentrating on the tome in his hands.

They say that a man who is earnest is at his most charming, especially when he’s earnest for the sake of the woman he loves. At this moment, as Han Chuxue massaged Ye Chenfeng and watched his concentrated expression, she wanted to etch this image of him deep into her heart. Although she didn’t know whether she would be able to spend her life with Ye Chenfeng, just being able to quietly watch Ye Chenfeng try so hard and earnestly for her made Han Chuxue truly content. A boundless happiness spread incessantly within her.

After flipping through a book, Wang Bo had intended to ask Ye Chenfeng and Han Chuxue if he should prepare some dinner for them. After all, they hadn’t eaten anything since entering the Scripture Pavilion. But seeing Han Chuxue massaging Ye Chenfeng while he meticulously read through the tome, Wang Bo’s face couldn’t help but show a warm smile, and he silently prayed, "Sect Leader, you must protect the young miss from the heavens above! It wasn’t easy for the young miss to find such a good man. You must bless them to live happily together for the rest of their lives."

Wang Bo didn’t disturb Ye Chenfeng and Han Chuxue. He rubbed his temples and continued to flip through other tomes.

Time flew by swiftly.

The number of unread tomes on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion dwindled until the rising sun slowly emerged on the horizon, dispelling the night’s darkness, and the light brazenly tore through the gloom. Ye Chenfeng had gone through the last book on the first floor, yet there was still no gain, not a single clue about how to lift the aftereffects of the secret technique left by Han Chuxue.

Seeing the hint of disappointment on Ye Chenfeng’s face, Han Chuxue softly smiled and said, "Chenfeng, it’s okay. I’m not going to die immediately. At the very least, I still have four years of life left!"

"Young Master Ye, don’t lose heart. Maybe we can find a way to save the young miss on the second floor," Wang Bo also comforted.

"Right, Chenfeng, there’s still the second floor, isn’t there? You’ve been tired all day, and you didn’t even eat dinner yesterday. Why don’t you rest a while, and I’ll prepare something for you to eat?" Han Chuxue asked.

Ye Chenfeng walked directly towards the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion and said, "You two go ahead and eat! I’ll go through the books on the second floor."

Watching the retreating figure of Ye Chenfeng ascending to the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, Wang Bo couldn’t help but exclaim, "Young miss, it seems that Young Master Ye truly cares about you. You’ve really found a good man who loves you this time."

Han Chuxue nodded her head, pursed her lips, and then she too headed towards the second floor, saying to Wang Bo, "Uncle Wang, you’ve been tired all night. You go ahead and eat something! I’ll accompany Chenfeng to go through the books on the second floor."

Wang Bo shook his head and said, "Young miss, I’m not hungry yet."

With that, Wang Bo followed Han Chuxue to the second floor.

The tomes on the second floor of the Han Sect’s Scripture Pavilion were much fewer than on the first floor. From early morning, without stopping until evening, the books on the second floor were also all flipped through. Disappointingly, they still hadn’t found a method to break the Han Sect’s Death-Defying Technique. Ye Chenfeng sat directly on the floor of the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, his brows deeply furrowed. Then, he immediately grasped Han Chuxue’s wrist, persistently letting his Soul Force seep into her body. Apart from the instability of her True Energy Force, he couldn’t find any problems in Han Chuxue’s body at all. From what Wang Bo had told him, this Death-Defying Technique would only cause the practitioner to suddenly die when the four-year term was up. Before then, the practitioner’s body would show no difference from an ordinary person’s.

"Chenfeng, let it be. Life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are decreed by heaven. This is probably just my fate," Han Chuxue said in a low voice.

"Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense," Ye Chenfeng said, his emotions somewhat out of control as he repeated "nonsense" three times. Then he steadied his breathing and continued, "I, Ye Chenfeng, only know that destiny is in my own hands. I will definitely find a way to help you break the Death-Defying Technique of the Han Sect."

Just as Ye Chenfeng was about to stand up from the floor, his eyes accidentally caught sight of an iron box under the deepest part of a shelf. Not wanting to let go of any sliver of hope, he immediately took out the iron box from under the shelf.

It turned out to be a rusty, rectangular iron box. He asked, "Uncle Wang, what is inside this box?"

Uncle Wang shook his head and said, "I have never seen this iron box in the Scripture Pavilion before."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chenfeng immediately tried to open the iron box. But when he pulled hard, the lid, covered in rust, wouldn’t budge as if suction was keeping it shut. So, Ye Chenfeng channeled some Soul Force within his body and tried again to pry the lid open. When the lid slowly started lifting, Ye Chenfeng suddenly felt a sense of danger and threw the whole iron box onto the ground as he opened the lid.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three arrows, each about five to six centimeters long and as thick as an adult’s finger, shot out from the iron box toward the ceiling and buried themselves in the crossbeam of the Scripture Pavilion. If Ye Chenfeng hadn’t thrown the iron box onto the floor in time, those arrows could have shot into his head, a thought that left him somewhat shaken.

"Chenfeng, Chenfeng, are you okay?" Han Chuxue, also frightened by the sudden turn of events, broke into a cold sweat and quickly walked over to Ye Chenfeng’s side.

"Why would this iron box have a mechanism inside?" Uncle Wang was about to pick up the iron box from the floor when Ye Chenfeng immediately stopped him, "Uncle Wang, don’t touch that iron box. I suspect there’s something more to the contents of this box."

Heeding Ye Chenfeng’s warning, Uncle Wang immediately halted his action. The eyes of Ye Chenfeng and the other two were drawn to the inside of the iron box, where they saw an ancient manuscript made of special material, covered in a lot of white powder. It was unclear what the manuscript was about.

"Let’s not touch this manuscript for now. Uncle Wang, go help me prepare a tub of water," instructed Ye Chenfeng. After the close call with the box’s mechanism, he had become much more cautious.

Though Uncle Wang had questions, he did not voice them. Instead, he hurriedly went down to the Scripture Pavilion to prepare a tub of water as Ye Chenfeng had requested.

"Chu Xue, let’s go too!" said Ye Chenfeng as he carefully picked up the iron box from the ground. This was his last hope, and for all he knew, the manuscript within the box might contain the method to break the Han Sect’s Death-Defying Technique.

Han Chuxue didn’t understand what Ye Chenfeng was up to but followed him out of the Scripture Pavilion to a yard outside the Han Sect’s kitchen. In the yard, there were three large tubs, one of which Uncle Wang had already filled with clear water.

Ye Chenfeng tossed the open iron box into the tub. Judging by his observation, the material of the manuscript inside the box was very special and definitely not afraid of water. As soon as the iron box was thrown in, the white powder that covered the manuscript began to dissolve in the water.

Ye Chenfeng turned to Uncle Wang and asked, "Do you have any live fish?"

Uncle Wang had just seen two carp in a wooden basin in the kitchen while preparing the water, so he immediately went into the kitchen, took out the wooden basin, and handed it to Ye Chenfeng.

Without hesitation, Ye Chenfeng dumped the two carp into the tub. What happened next was incredible, leaving Han Chuxue and Uncle Wang with chills running down their spines, a feeling of horror washing over them.

Because the two carp, which were originally lively and jumping, had their flesh corroded away in an instant after being dumped into the tub. The corrosion was so rapid that not a drop of blood was seen spreading in the water. Now, only the skeletons of the two carp floated in the clear water in the tub.

This scene was simply too horrifying. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)