138: Chapter 138 Han Ming's Return

Ye Yun packed up the Yao Beast Materials, stood up, and was just about to leave.

Just then, a figure stumbled out of the dense forest.

Han Ming's clothes were disheveled, his face filled with the relief of having survived a disaster as he jogged back to the clearing.

Following behind him was Zhou Ping, limping with a blood-stained cloth wrapped around his leg.

His face was as pale as paper, cold sweat pouring down his forehead; he was clearly severely injured.

Zhao Yuan's body had been devoured by the Two-Headed Wolf, leaving nothing behind; now, only these two male Disciples remained alive.

Their gazes swept over the two Yao Beast corpses on the ground, greed instantly igniting in their eyes.

Han Ming's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was nearly drooling.

His eyes were glued to the two Yao cores, as if they were already his possessions.

Zhou Ping also swallowed his saliva, an expression of excitement appearing on his face, forgetting even the pain from his leg injury.

Then, Han Ming's gaze fell upon Wen Yulan, landing on the glimpse of scenery vaguely visible at her chest.

Her clothes had been torn in several places during the previous battle; the fabric on her shoulder had slipped, revealing a large expanse of pale skin and exquisitely sculpted collarbones.

Further down, her full curves were half-hidden by the tattered clothing.

They rose and fell slightly with her rapid breathing.

Han Ming's gaze instantly became sticky and lecherous.

It roamed unscrupulously over Wen Yulan, and a "gurgle" sound came from his throat.

He swallowed hard, the desire in his eyes nearly overflowing.

Wen Yulan sensed that nauseating gaze, and her expression darkened.

She subconsciously turned to the side, crossing her arms over her chest to cover that scenery, her eyes filled with disgust and coldness.

Han Ming withdrew his gaze and looked at Ye Yun, who was packing up the Yao Beast Materials, a flash of contempt crossing his eyes.

He straightened his back, cleared his throat, and spoke in a condescending tone, his voice laced with a hint of deliberately suppressed arrogance.

"Kid, these Yao Beasts were discovered first by our Qingfeng Sword Sect, and we were the ones who injured them. You picked up a bargain; if you're smart, put the items down and leave obediently."

"You must have heard of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, right? If you offend us, you'll be in big trouble."

Zhou Ping immediately followed, limping to stand behind Han Ming.

Although his leg was injured, he still puffed out his chest, trying hard to put on a fierce appearance.

He stared at Ye Yun with malicious intent and chimed in.

"Exactly, this is our Qingfeng Sword Sect's prey; as an outsider, what right do you have to take it? If you know what's good for you, get lost and don't look for trouble."

Ye Yun's movements paused, and he looked up.

Looking at Han Ming's smug, petty face, and then at the lackey behind him who was borrowing the power of a tiger to bully others.

A flash of coldness crossed his eyes, but he remained silent.

He just watched them quietly, as if watching two clowns performing energetically on stage.

Wen Yulan's expression changed abruptly, and she looked at Han Ming in disbelief, shouting sharply, her voice full of anger and disappointment.

"Han Ming! What nonsense are you spouting? If it weren't for this Young Master intervening, we would have died here long ago! How do you have the face to say such things? You abandoned us to flee just now, and now you have the face to come back and rob us?"

Han Ming sneered and waved his hand indifferently, not a shred of shame on his face.

"That's because you were stupid; what does that have to do with me? As long as I didn't die, that's all that matters. These things were discovered by us first; as an outsider, what right does he have to take them?"

"Outsiders cannot touch the property of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. Junior Sister Wen, you're siding with an outsider; that's not very good, is it?"

Su Wan was trembling with rage, pointing at Han Ming and cursing, her voice cracking.

"Han Ming! Do you have any conscience left? You abandoned us to run away just now, and now you have the face to come back and rob us? If it weren't for this Young Master, we would all be dead! Zhao Yuan is dead, Zhou Ping is injured, you... are you even human?"

Zhou Ping, however, remained unmoved and continued to block Ye Yun's path, wearing the face of a lackey and saying with a playful smile.

"Junior Sister Su Wan, you're wrong about that. Senior Brother Han Ming made a strategic retreat, not a run for it. If Senior Brother Han Ming hadn't run fast, who would have gone to get help for us? Even though he didn't bring reinforcements back, his heart was in the right place."

Han Ming smiled smugly and turned to look at Ye Yun, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant, his chin held high, as if he were some incredible big shot.

"Kid, my father is Han Zhengyu, an Inner Sect Elder of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. If you're smart, put the items down and don't look for trouble for yourself."

"As a Loose Cultivator, you can't afford to offend our Qingfeng Sword Sect. Consider these Yao Beast Materials your tribute to our Qingfeng Sword Sect."

"In the future, when you travel the Jianghu, if you mention the name of our Qingfeng Sword Sect, you'll suffer fewer losses. Our Qingfeng Sword Sect people are always clear about gratitude and grudges; if you're sensible today, we won't make things difficult for you in the future."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

His gaze inadvertently swept over Wen Yulan, landing once again on the glimpse of scenery vaguely visible at her chest.

His eyes became even more naked, and a lecherous curve hooked at the corner of his mouth.

He licked his lips, and another swallowing sound came from his throat.

That gaze was greedy and unrestrained, as if Wen Yulan were already a plaything in his palm, ready to be toyed with at will.

Ye Yun took all of this in, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a very faint arc.

He was not angry, nor was he even enraged; he simply watched Han Ming quietly.

Like watching a clown performing energetically on stage.

The smile was faint, yet it made Han Ming feel a chill run down his spine for no reason, though he couldn't articulate why.

"Interesting. This person is not only greedy but also stupid, and a lecher to boot. Is this the kind of trash the Qingfeng Sword Sect produces?"

"Looking at his face, he probably had crooked intentions toward Wen Yulan long ago. This muddy water is getting more and more interesting."

Wen Yulan felt a chill all over from Han Ming's gaze, and a wave of nausea surged in her stomach.

She subconsciously took half a step back, crossing her arms over her chest to tightly cover that scenery, the disgust in her eyes nearly becoming tangible.

She turned to look at Ye Yun, wanting to say something, but discovered that Ye Yun's expression was terrifyingly calm.

It was as if everything happening before him had nothing to do with him; in those deep eyes, there was only a faint mockery.

Han Ming, seeing that Ye Yun did not speak, thought he was afraid and became even more smug, the smile on his face stretching almost to his ears.

He stepped forward and reached out to take the Yao Beast Materials from Ye Yun's hands, his tone full of impatience.

"Alright, put the items down, and you can get lost. Don't delay our Qingfeng Sword Sect's affairs; leave quickly before I change my mind."

Ye Yun raised his eyes, looked at him, and spoke calmly.

"Are you done?"

Han Ming was stunned, his outstretched hand freezing in mid-air.

"What?"

Ye Yun casually threw the Yao Beast Materials onto the ground, clapped his hands, and said calmly.

"If you're done, then please feel free. I don't want these things anymore."

Wen Yulan's expression changed, and she said anxiously, her voice full of unwillingness and anger.

"Young Master! These things were obtained by you risking your life; why should you give them to him? You killed those two Yao Beasts, the Materials are yours, no one else should be allowed to take them!"