Volume One, Chapter 29: Jiang Chen, the One Who Removes Harm for the People.

Ye Qingming felt as if his nerves were tearing at his brain, the right side of his body swallowed by pain. The uncontrollable agony forced him to cry out. His desperate, piercing screams echoed loudly, but Jiang Chen’s expression remained indifferent. “Young Master Ye, your cries are so loud—does that mean your vitality is quite strong? No matter. Soon, you won’t be able to make a sound at all.”

Jiang Chen pointed at Ye Qingming’s throat, and instantly, his voice was silenced. No matter how hard he tried, his throat felt as though someone was strangling him, preventing any sound from escaping. Ye Qingming understood then that he was going to die.

“You know what you’ve done. Don’t worry, we’ll settle everything, one by one.” Jiang Chen drew a talisman in the air. “This charm will inflict upon you every trick you’ve used on others, one after another. I hope your vitality remains so strong after all of this.”

This Yin-Yang Reversal Talisman was a forbidden spell his master had warned him never to use unless absolutely necessary. But Jiang Chen, who always listened to his master, had decided that today, he would not obey.

A villain deserves a harsh remedy. If Ye Qingming enjoyed committing evil, Jiang Chen didn’t mind letting him taste, firsthand, the torment he had once inflicted on others.

Lying on the ground with his eyes shut, Ye Qingming felt as if his body no longer belonged to him. The next moment, a sharp pain shot through his teeth, and blood gushed forth. The tearing agony brought him back to consciousness, and with his remaining left hand, he pounded the floor. Even when the tiles shattered and fragments pierced his hand, he did not stop.

Jiang Chen frowned. “Young Master Ye, this is just the beginning—surely you’re not giving up already?”

Ye Qingming wanted to speak, but then felt as if someone had struck the back of his head with an iron rod. The world instantly became chaotic and murky. Apart from pain, the only sensation he could feel was the coldness of the tiles beneath him.

Jiang Chen watched calmly. The curse he had cast on Ye Qingming was only a torment of the spirit.

Ye Qingming’s mind was on the verge of collapse. He no longer knew where he was. In his mind, only one sentence remained: “Spare me.”

Yet that plea remained forever trapped in his throat, unable to escape.

He had lived for twenty years, but now he finally understood what it meant to be unable to live, unable to die.

With a sweep of his hand, Jiang Chen released Ye Qingming’s voice and vision. Ye Qingming opened his eyes, able to speak again, and for a brief moment, joy flickered in his heart. But before he could celebrate, a hot stream flowed from his nose, and his body began convulsing uncontrollably.

“Now, I strip you of your noble fate. In your next life, you will be reborn into the realm of animals. Never again will you return as a human, for all eternity. After descending to hell, you will endure one hundred and eight tortures in the eighteen layers of hell. Only after ten million years will you be allowed to enter the cycle of reincarnation.” Jiang Chen’s right hand formed a sword gesture, and a golden strand of destiny emerged from Ye Qingming’s palm.

Ye Qingming had committed countless crimes. By stripping him of his noble fate, Jiang Chen planned to divide it and compensate those whom Ye Qingming had harmed.

As the noble fate was extracted, Ye Qingming’s face turned deathly pale. He felt as though the most important part of himself had been forcibly taken away, torn from his very being.

With a mouthful of white foam bubbling forth, Ye Qingming’s pupils began to dilate.

“You got off easy.” Jiang Chen had intended to ask a few more questions, but Ye Qingming’s body had reached its limit. Like a spinning top that had been running too long, he was about to halt altogether, and his own sudden impulse had become the last straw that broke his body.

Ye Qingming collapsed on the ground. Ma Minglong and Zhou Hua, overwhelmed by fear, dared not raise their heads. Jiang Chen said, “The two of you shouldn’t have survived, but since you haven’t committed any truly heinous crimes, I’ll spare you.”

Upon hearing Jiang Chen’s words, Zhou Hua and Ma Minglong prostrated themselves, kowtowing on the ground. Jiang Chen continued, “However, you know what you’ve done and what you’ve said. I trust you understand my meaning.”

Zhou Hua was the first to understand. He glanced at the fruit knife on the table, gritted his teeth, and with a scream, went pale and asked, “Young Master Jiang… is this enough?”

Jiang Chen nodded lightly. At his side, Ma Minglong followed suit, both men crawling on the floor.

“Tell the Ye family: the one who eradicated evil for the people is Jiang Chen.” Jiang Chen stood and walked to the door.

Ye Qingming was dead. The account between himself and the Ye family was settled. But if any of the Ye family dared provoke him again, Jiang Chen would not hesitate to send the entire family to join him below.

Leaving the villa, Jiang Chen noticed several cars parked at the gate, and countless men in black standing there.

He shook his wrist. He hadn’t expected reinforcements to arrive so quickly.

But as he approached, two girls emerged from the crowd: Jiang Ning and Su Yike.

Seeing Jiang Chen emerge unscathed, Su Yike happily exclaimed, “I knew it! Little Celestial Master, you are wise and brave—so you just walked out? Ye Qingming didn’t give you any trouble, did he?”

Jiang Chen thought to himself, “I rather wished he had, but there was no opportunity.”

“Did you two come to rescue me?” Jiang Chen looked at the crowd, nearly two hundred strong.

Jiang Ning nodded obediently. “I specially called them from my family’s security company. Don’t worry, they’re all quite skilled. If anyone had bullied you, I would have had them help you.”

He hadn’t looked closely before, but now, up close, he realized that among these security guards, only half were young men—the rest were elderly, making it look less like a rescue squad and more like a retirement home.

“I’m fine. You all should go home.” Jiang Chen felt grateful, but urgency pressed him. If he didn’t return home within the allotted time, he had no doubt Ning Rou would throw out his luggage. Having just soothed his wife’s anger, he couldn’t afford to provoke her again.

Su Yike complained, “We went to all this trouble to help you, and now you want to leave without even a word of thanks.”

Jiang Ning, like a little sister, stood quietly at the side, saying nothing.

This young lady deserved his gratitude, too. She’d called so many people to help, and even though their help wasn’t needed, the gesture mattered. Though Jiang Chen didn’t need anyone’s assistance, Su Yike had offered hers willingly, which was a mark of respect. Besides, in a strange place, Su Yike was taking a big risk to help him.

“Comrade Su, may I treat you to dinner tomorrow?” Jiang Chen’s mind could find no better way to show his thanks. Unexpectedly, Su Yike seized upon his offer as if she’d caught him by the tail.

“It’s settled then! Tomorrow you treat me to dinner, I’ll take the day off, and if you don’t show up, I’ll come to your house!” Su Yike declared, hands on her hips.