Chapter 7: 第253章 以血还血

“Miss...” Qing Yao never expected that Situ Xiyue would put Jingyun Village as her top priority in everything; her nose couldn't help but sting with emotion.

“No crying allowed! You, hurry up and get yourself married off—that’s the real way to help me!” Situ Xiyue teased Qing Yao.

“Miss!” Qing Yao stomped her foot, about to say something, when she suddenly saw the shopkeeper rushing out in a hurry. Outside, a crowd of people was shouting: “A fight has broken out! A fight has broken out!”

“What happened?” Qing Yao grabbed the shopkeeper to ask.

“Someone smashed Young Master Yuhe’s house! I heard someone was even injured!” The shopkeeper shook Qing Yao off. “I’m going to go see the commotion first!”

“What? Who dares to smash Young Master Yuhe’s shop? They must be looking for death!” Qing Yao was furious and was about to rush out.

“You go see what exactly happened first. I’ll change my clothes and then I'll go.” This time, Situ Xiyue had come out wearing ‘female’ attire, though she wore a veiled hat to hide her face.

She had to transform into Young Master Yuhe to directly appear and see what was going on.

Qing Yao left at high speed. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the shop, Situ Xiyue directly took a set of the highest quality gentleman's clothing from the garment rack, and then ‘pulled’ a golden butterfly mask from her sleeve.

This butterfly mask was crafted from extremely fine, soft gold wire.

It was specially custom-made for her by Master Chuyue, Ouyang Zhi. Because he knew that Young Master Yuhe loved butterflies and gold, he had used soft gold wire to create this mask.

The mask could be folded for easy carrying; when needed, it could be taken out and placed on the face immediately—it was very convenient!

After putting on the mask, Situ Xiyue, transformed into Young Master Yuhe, performed her lightness skill, gliding lightly onto the rooftops and quickly flying toward her Yuhe Manor.

Sure enough, a large crowd of onlookers had gathered at the entrance at some unknown time.

And on the ground, there was a pool of bright red blood, so piercing to the eye!

“Situ Qingyun! You have such audacity to come and run wild at Young Master Yuhe’s manor! You even laid hands on a child! Are you even human?!”

Qing Yao pointed her sword at Situ Qingyun, questioning him sternly! Behind her was Da Mao, whose leg had been broken.

“Hehe, Miss, I think you’ve got it wrong. I didn't lay a hand on him; he accidentally bumped into me himself.” Situ Qingyun laughed insidiously.

He did not recognize Qing Yao because she had long followed the methods taught by Situ Xiyue, disguising herself as another person every day. This was how she could serve by his side at any time.

“Hurry up and call out that Yuhe Young Master of yours! I don't have enough time to waste with her!” Relying on the many thugs he had brought, Situ Qingyun did not take a mere girl like Qing Yao seriously at all!

“Hmph, I don't need our Young Master to personally deal with you! I can do it alone!” As Qing Yao twirled her sword in a flourish, about to teach Situ Qingyun a lesson, she saw the Divine Physician Yuhe descend gracefully from the rooftop.

Today, the Divine Physician Yuhe was different from usual. Dressed in a deep purple-red satin robe, “he” exuded a sense of cold elegance and sinister charm. Combined with that magnificent golden soft-wire butterfly mask on his face, he captured everyone's attention the moment he appeared!

“To actually dare to injure my person, the Divine Physician Yuhe.”

Situ Xiyue stood there, her hands leisurely clasped behind her back, looking very relaxed, yet the words she uttered made people shudder.

“Fine. You broke one of his legs. So, it’s very simple: I will snap both of your arms. That should be quite fair.”

“Hahaha! Divine Physician Yuhe, aren't you being a bit too arrogant?! You are just a divine physician, not—not some martial arts expert! You’ll... you'll snap both my arms? Haha—” Situ Qingyun’s laughter was cut short abruptly.

Because in that very instant, Young Master Yuhe, who had been standing still, suddenly lunged forward.

It was as if a crane were gliding elegantly across the surface of water, yet the speed was so fast that he was completely caught off guard!

“Two arms. I am not greedy.”

Behind Young Master Yuhe’s face, covered by the golden butterfly mask, was a pair of eyes as black as colored glaze, so bright they seemed capable of reflecting one's very soul!

But the coldness contained within them was lethal!

Before Situ Qingyun could even react, he saw Young Master Yuhe suddenly flash a faint smile. Then, he extended his fair, slender fingers and lightly gripped both of his arms. With a gentle twist in two directions, a crisp *crack* was heard. Situ Qingyun’s two arms were thus easily snapped by him!

“Ah!”

It took over ten seconds before Situ Qingyun finally realized what had happened! He immediately clutched his arms, rolling on the ground in agony!

“Yuhe! You, you! You!”

As the dignified head of the Situ family, having his arms snapped so easily in front of everyone, Situ Qingyun felt more fear than anger!

Just what kind of person was this Young Master Yuhe!

Such terrifying strength and speed actually came from the hands of a seemingly frail, beautiful youth!

“I said, I am very fair.” Yuhe coldly spat out these words, then turned to go to Da Mao’s side. He pulled a pill from his sleeve and stuffed it into Da Mao’s mouth, smiling gently, “It’s alright. Once you take this Black Jade Bone-Connecting Ointment, your leg will be just like before, without any problems.”

“Mm!”

Da Mao nodded vigorously; he believed every word she said!

Sure enough, after a short while, Da Mao’s wound stopped bleeding, and after a bit longer, he was already able to walk on the ground!

“A divine physician! Truly a divine physician!” The surrounding crowd, witnessing this miracle, were stunned by the scene. They actually knelt down, performing a grand kowtow to the Divine Physician Yuhe!

Facing the fervor of the crowd, Young Master Yuhe acted as if he hadn't seen it. He simply stood there indifferently, like a cluster of pure white reeds in the wind, standing proud and solitary, incomparably lofty and aloof!

“Divine Physician! Divine Physician! I was wrong, I was wrong! It was my fault! I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have—please, Divine Physician, save me! Grant me a Black Jade Bone-Connecting Ointment! Divine Physician! I am willing to pay any price, I can afford any amount!”

As soon as Situ Qingyun saw how effective that Black Jade Bone-Connecting Ointment was, he abandoned all dignity and scrambled to Yuhe’s feet, begging like a dog.

“You want the Black Jade Bone-Connecting Ointment too?”

Through the butterfly mask, Young Master Yuhe’s cold gaze looked down at Situ Qingyun kneeling at his feet.

“Yes!”

“Willing to pay any price?”

“Yes!”

“Very well. One pill is for one million taels of gold!”