My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife-Chapter 546 -

"Hehe, is there anything else you'd like to instruct?"

Qin Yu turned around, revealing a faint smile.

"Do you... know about Ye Qianzhong?"

Yan Mingyu bit her lip, looking at Qin Yu as she inquired.

"Not at all, before I entered the Four Seas Corporation, I was just a delivery guy. I had never heard of any wealthy families, large clans, or the Pill Holding realm!"

Qin Yu shook his head, telling the truth.

"I know about him!"

Yan Mingyu finished speaking and, without waiting for Qin Yu's reaction, started talking on her own: "Department Seven is specifically tasked with managing martial artists, and naturally, we have information on Ye Qianzhong. He's the top figure in the Outer Rivers and Lakes, and I had access to his profile quite early on. So whatever you want to ask, go ahead. You're not going to live anyway, might as well let you die with a clear understanding."

"Hehe, then I won't hold back!"

Qin Yu felt somewhat touched inside, Yan Mingyu was really sharp-tongued but carried a heart of soft tofu; her words were venomous, but in fact, she was indirectly helping him.

Having a preliminary understanding of Ye Qianzhong was certainly better than going into a fight with him blindly.

"Hmph..."

Yan Mingyu crossed her arms and snorted coldly.

"That... How big is the difference between the Pill Holding realm and the late stages of Half-Step Baodan in terms of combat power?"

Qin Yu asked what he was most concerned about.

Yan Mingyu had fought against Phoenix's subordinates; she had the most authority to speak on this.

"The Pill Holding realm is a watershed for martial artists, with an unbridgeable chasm between it and Huajin. To put it simply, a master of the Pill Holding realm could easily massacre a dozen or so at the peak of Huajin (late stages of Half-Step Baodan) without any problem."

Yan Mingyu said.

"Eh... Is the gap that huge?"

Qin Yu exclaimed in surprise. Based on his understanding, if his combat power was fifty, the Pill Holding realm might be just a hundred at most. But it turned out that one could actually fight against ten.

Even if he could catch his opponent off guard and use the last move of the Seven Injuries Fist to double his combat power, he would still be no match for Ye Qianzhong.

Was he really doomed this time?

"That's right, so I told you to go to the Capital City, to hide out at our Han Family. Unfortunately, you didn't appreciate it and hurt me like this. Well, dying at the hands of Ye Qianzhong will at least settle the hatred in my heart!"

Yan Mingyu nodded, her voice cold as she spoke.

"Okay, second question, what are Ye Qianzhong's martial techniques?"

Qin Yu continued to ask.

"The ancestral Butterfly Death Elbow of the Duan Family. Actually, Ye Qianzhong's last name isn't Ye; it's Duan. He left the Duan Family due to certain events and sought refuge with the Southern tyrant Ye Family. To show his appreciation, the then head of Ye Family took him as his adopted son, and he changed his name to Ye Qianzhong.

And his Butterfly Thirteen Elbows, once executed, every move is lethal. Many years ago, Ye Qianzhong was already unbeaten in the Outer Rivers and Lakes. Now that he has broken through to the Pill Holding realm, I'm afraid only individuals from ancient martial sects could match him!"

Yan Mingyu gave a detailed account of Ye Qianzhong's famous martial technique, the Butterfly Thirteen Elbows.

Just as the name suggests, the attack involves the elbows moving as swiftly and unpredictably as a butterfly's flapping wings, elusive and tracking-free. It's one of the more formidable martial techniques.

Take Muay Thai, for example, which includes a lot of fierce elbow strikes. Compared to the Butterfly Death Elbow, they can only be considered rudimentary.

"Then... does he use any weapons?"

Qin Yu pondered for a moment and asked again.

Previously, Huang Lianying had used a hidden sword to nearly ambush him.

"I'm not very sure about that; he would be more than enough to deal with you just using his martial arts skills, no need for weapons, I guess?"

Yan Mingyu shook her head.

"Hehe, that makes sense!"

Qin Yu gave a bitter smile and then inquired, "How old is Ye Qianzhong?"

"Seventy!"

Yan Mingyu answered.

"Ugh... Fist techniques fear youth. Even at a ripe old age, if I fight desperately, I might not be without a chance of victory," Qin Yu pondered aloud.

Even for a martial artist, by the age of seventy, the body's vital energy, muscles, and bones all tend to age. Take his grandfather, for example, many years ago he was a Huajin master, but by the time he reached eighty, his body was declining day by day.

This is a natural law that no one can escape.

"Once you reach the Pill Holding Realm, your muscular energy will transform into True Qi, which is commonly known as Inner Strength. With the support of True Qi, the combat power of a seventy-year-old can be just as good as that of young adults. You shouldn't harbor any lucky thoughts on this matter," Han Bing poured cold water on Qin Yu's thoughts.

"Err... Okay. Now that he's made it all the way to the East Sea, he'll probably challenge me openly, and I can't just hide like a turtle. Better to die and soar as a bird than live forever in fear!" Qin Yu shrugged his shoulders, showing a rather carefree attitude.

"Whatever, I've said what I needed to say. You scum of a man, it'd be best if you died!" Han Bing said angrily, her beautiful brows frowned.

"Alright, Han Bing, thanks. I'm off, need to go back and train hard for the night, strive to survive!" Qin Yu finished speaking and pulled the door open, walking out.

"Bastard, disgusting man, I clearly have a way to save you, but why won't you beg me for it? Why?"

Clutching her fists, Han Bing was so angry that her chest heaved repeatedly. With the Han Family's status, if he were willing to marry into the family, even Ye Qianzhong wouldn't dare touch him.

"Creak..."

At that moment, the door was pushed open again.

A middle-aged beauty walked in, wearing a black long dress, seemingly unaffected by the cold weather.

With an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, a high and straight nose, and red lips.

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She exuded a mature and glamorous aura. At first glance, she appeared to be in her late twenties, but she could also be in her thirties.

This was a beautiful woman whose age was hard to guess.

"Auntie!"

Han Bing called out somewhat plaintively.

The Han Family was a large clan; her father was always busy and was a strong and strict person. Only this aunt had been close to her since childhood, and she was also the one who taught Han Bing all her skills.

"Ah, Bing'er, I heard all your conversation. You still can't let go, can you?" Han Qingying sighed slightly.

"Auntie, I gave him my first time, and even carried his child. How can you expect me to let go?" Han Bing said, with her eyes turning red.

"Didn't you have a miscarriage?"

Han Qingying had just arrived in Jinling that day and was told by the doctors that her niece had not been able to keep the baby.

"I deliberately told the doctor to say that. If he wants to go back to Yan Mingyu, let him. I will give birth to the child and ensure that he and the child will never meet, making the child hate him for a lifetime. I think, that's the best revenge on him!" Han Bing said through clenched teeth.

"But... you know your dad's temper; if you get pregnant before marriage and decide to have the baby, bringing disgrace on the Han Family, I fear he will punish you," Han Qingying said with a worried expression.

"I don't care. If it comes to that, I'll just hide in Jinling and never return to the Han Family. Anyway, I want to get revenge on that damn man. When he eventually finds out that I bore him a child and the child also hates him, it will make him regret it for his entire life!" Han Bing said emotionally.

"Alright, Bing'er, I'll cover for you on this and try to keep it from your dad. I have things to take care of in Jinling; I'll come to see you again tonight," Han Qingying said, squeezing Han Bing's hand.

"Auntie, what are you here for?" Han Bing couldn't help asking, puzzled.

Like her, her aunt had no relatives or friends in Jinling; what exactly had she come here to do?