Master, What Dao Do You Cultivate?-Chapter 51: Mad Ye: Is It My Turn?

Unlike during the meeting, almost all the Elders nodded at Ji Qinglin before leaving. After everyone had gone, Lei Qiuyun, still in shock, came up to Ji Qinglin.
"Master, I didn’t expect you... you’re actually the Guardian of the Guild on Xindong Street."
Guardian of the Guild?
Ji Qinglin thought, where did this "Guardian of the Guild" come from? But if this could conceal his abilities and prevent further questioning, what he was called didn’t matter.
"Whether I’m the Guardian of the Guild or not isn’t important. At least today, I’ve given these Elders peace of mind. From now on, the internal management is up to you."
Lei Qiuyun nodded earnestly, saying:
"Thanks to Master’s help, the internal situation has temporarily stabilized. I’m just worried about the upcoming Cultivation Tournament. Xindong Street might be isolated and targeted by other guilds."
Ji Qinglin had thought of this and added:
"That’s why forming alliances in advance is crucial. You know, the Cultivation Tournament is essentially about seizing territory. If we don’t want to be isolated, we must find potential allies or powerful companies to support us before it begins."
"Exactly, once the internal matters are settled, I’ll start preparing right away."
After the conversation, Yu Ye asked:
"Qiu Yun, do you have a medical kit here?"
"Hmm? The President's office next door has one, but why do you ask?"
Yu Ye frowned as she lifted Master Ji Qinglin’s right arm.
"If you have one, I’ll treat Master’s injury first."
It turned out that Ji Qinglin’s final punch had struck the wall, and a cut had appeared on the back of his hand. There wasn’t much of an issue, but Yu Ye, with her sharp eyes, had spotted it.
Ji Qinglin laughed, saying:
"It’s just a small wound, don’t treat me like a fragile little girl, okay?"
Ignoring Ji Qinglin’s protest, Yu Ye dragged him to the President's office next door and began to clean and treat the wound on the back of his hand.
"Master, you rest for now. I’ll notify you as soon as I hear anything from my father. Thank you so much for today."
After giving a deep bow, Lei Qiuyun went off to deal with the internal matters of the guild. With Master as the “Guardian of the Guild,” her position as Acting President finally felt a little more secure. However, thinking about how the other Elders had looked down on Master all these years, she felt a bit guilty.
Ji Qinglin exhaled, thinking that at least there hadn’t been any slip-ups. He looked down at Yu Ye, who was carefully applying medicine to his hand.
"Alright, Yu Ye, it’s just a small injury... Ah! Be gentler, please."
Yu Ye, knowing her Master was trying to act tough, pressed the cotton pad down a little harder, muttering:
"If you have weapons, why not use them? Why insist on fighting with your fists and feet?"
"It’s not about killing anyone. Besides, I’m also trying not to reveal too much information, which would make the next fight harder."
Yu Ye pouted and, with a little frown in her apricot eyes, huffed:
"Why is it always up to Master to take the blame for the guild’s matters?"
Ji Qinglin glanced at the wound on his hand, smiled, and flicked Yu Ye’s nose:
"Have you lost all gratitude? I’m not interested in managing others, but the President has truly shown us kindness."
Mentioning President Lei Qiuyun, Yu Ye’s expression turned slightly worried:
"Master, who exactly is strong enough to defeat the President? Could it be the 'One God, Four Saints, Nine Champions' you mentioned earlier?"
Ji Qinglin thoughtfully analyzed:
"I’ve heard that when Lei Qiuyun was at her peak in her youth, she challenged the previous Martial Power Champion, who specialized in physical cultivation. Although she didn’t succeed, she at least reached the threshold of the Nine Champions.
The 'One God, Four Saints' are beings whose cultivation levels are unknown and typically don’t involve themselves in such worldly matters. The Nine Champions, however, are incredibly strong, and each has a skill that makes them invincible in the secular world. Of course, the title of Nine Champion can be challenged—if someone defeats the current Champion in that particular domain, they can take the title.
If one of the Nine Champions were here, they could definitely defeat Lei Qiuyun, but each of them has their own domain, so there’s no need to come here and beat up the President. Besides, we can’t confirm whether the President was set up. After a few battles, Yu Ye, you should know that in a fight, it’s not always the stronger who wins."
Yu Ye thought about Sang Feng, Duan Tianpeng, and today’s Yu Jizi, realizing her Master didn’t fight unprepared battles.
Yu Ye: No wonder no one has lasted more than three moves against Master.
Mad Ye: Not necessarily. For example, you only got your clothes stripped off after three moves from Master. At least you can brag about it.
Yu Ye: Shut up!
Yu Ye worriedly said:
"Master, if the other side finds out you’ve restarted the guild and come to challenge, do you think you can handle it?"
Ji Qinglin rubbed his chin thoughtfully:
"From what I saw at the scene, if I really turned the yard into that mess with one move, maybe I’m not their match head-on. But the fact that they didn’t kill the President shows they have some bottom line. That gives me a little more chance of winning."
"Huh? What does that have to do with it?"
"If it comes down to a real fight, I can be sure my bottom line is lower than theirs."
"......"
Mad Ye: Heroes think alike!
Yu Ye: More like a shared smell!
Mad Ye: With your Master’s martial ethics on display right now, I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a gun next time we fight.
Ji Qinglin stood up and stretched his shoulders, adding:
"Besides, I don’t think the person who hurt the President will come back."
"Master, why do you say that?"
"If the assassin was out for revenge, there’s no need to leave the President alive. At least, I wouldn’t. If they were after wealth, they wouldn’t go to such trouble. If it was for fame, they wouldn’t be so low-profile. Someone coming to your house, beating you into submission, and leaving—if it wasn’t because you messed with their wife, then it’s highly likely they were after something you had."
"Disciple understands!"
"Oh? What do you understand?"
"I’ll go back and put up a sign at the general store advertising detective services."
Ji Qinglin rubbed Yu Ye’s little head:
"Still cracking jokes! Let’s go home. You’ve trained enough for now; it’s time to start refining your soul."
"Soul refining? Isn’t it a bit early for that?"
"When the Cultivation Tournament comes, other guilds might specifically target us. I can protect you offstage, but onstage, are you expecting me to kick the judges off? It’s better to start early."
Mad Ye: Finally, something in my area of expertise!
Yu Ye: Stop it. When Master enters the virtual space and sees you, how will you explain it?
Mad Ye: Split personality!
Yu Ye: I’m afraid you can’t hide it from Master’s sharp eyes.
When the Master and disciple returned to the general store, Ji Qinglin had just prepared to contact Zhang Huai Min to get a virtual soul-refining operating system and server when a message popped up on his computer.
"Yu Ye, looks like someone’s delivering equipment to us."
Yu Ye, who had just taken off her clothes, didn’t quite understand and leaned in to see. On the screen were two lines of small text:
"Tomorrow at 3 p.m., at the Bitter Realm Café, one person, wearing sunglasses."
— Advisor Tang.