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With no colorful phoenix to fly together, and a heart that resonates with a single thought.
At this moment, Wei Yuan couldn't help but feel an impulse to compose poetry in praise of Yang Ying; it was truly impressive.
"Where can you find such a high level of coordination?"
Looking at Yang Ying's movements, Wei Yuan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
It turned out that after Wei Yuan's continuous attacks, Shen Qingyi had completely lost the ability to defend herself.
Form follows intention, and intention arises from the heart.
Wei Yuan seemed to have grasped the essence of Xingyi Quan in an instant, temporarily forgetting everything else, no longer focusing on form but on intention, with a singular fighting spirit burning within him.
It was precisely because of this that Shen Qingyi was unable to fight back at all. Temporarily shedding the injuries he had sustained, Wei Yuan truly seemed as if he had never been hurt; his original advantage had returned.
That ghostly speed was already enough to leave Shen Qingyi gasping for breath. Moreover, Wei Yuan's fatigue was no longer a factor troubling him.
This may sound a bit absurd, but in reality, it holds true.
After all, there is a saying: "The potential of the human body is limitless."
You may think you have reached your limit, but it's merely an illusion. When you truly dig into your potential, you'll discover there is still significant room for growth.
This was exactly the reason for Wei Yuan's breakthrough in potential at this moment, allowing him to temporarily overlook certain factors about himself and achieve his optimal state.
Although Wei Yuan felt this shouldn't be considered an epiphany—after all, how could one easily attain mastery in Kung Fu and become a grandmaster?
In Wei Yuan's view, these were all plotlines from television dramas. True Kung Fu cannot be attained overnight without extensive practice and contemplation.
Thus, Wei Yuan believed the real reason lay in the restorative power within him. Just moments ago, he had experienced a cycle on the Naihe Bridge. If he continued to be relentlessly pursued and attacked by Shen Qingyi, he had no doubt that she would eventually kill him.
However, it was precisely at this life-and-death moment that a protective function of the body's repair ability seemed to be activated, allowing Wei Yuan to recover to his best state in such a short time. Moreover, the Repairing Ability even restored his mind to clarity.
Thanks to the Restorative Power, Wei Yuan was able to reach a state of complete focus, which led him to suddenly comprehend the eight-character mantra of Xingyi Quan.
At this moment, Wei Yuan launched a counterattack, leveraging his advantage—his ghostly speed—to force Shen Qingyi into a position where he could not defend himself.
Wei Yuan even fully unleashed the essence of Xingyi Quan, completely disregarding the impact Shen Qingyi had on him.
His movements were intricate yet non-repetitive, powerful and swift. Naturally, Shen Qingyi could not withstand this onslaught, and the tables turned dramatically.
Just moments ago, it was Shen Qingyi who had trapped Wei Yuan, confining him within a small space and forcing him to rely solely on analysis to evade attacks while continuously taking hits.
But now the situation had reversed once again; Shen Qingyi was now on the receiving end of the blows, while Wei Yuan's actions were merciless. He suddenly channeled all his strength into a powerful punch aimed directly at Shen Qingyi.
In an astonishing turn of events, Shen Qingyi was struck by Wei Yuan's punch and flew toward the wall.
At that moment, an even more jaw-dropping scene unfolded as Yang Ying rushed in from outside. Seizing the opportunity, he leaped toward Shen Qingyi.
Yang Ying jumped into the air, bending his body mid-flight and extending a leg toward the airborne Shen Qingyi. He collided with him, sending Shen Qingyi crashing into the door of the bathroom.
Despite the force behind their coordinated attack and their complete lack of mercy for age or status, they executed such a perfect maneuver together.
However, at this moment, Wei Yuan couldn't help but praise the quality of that bathroom door; it was remarkably sturdy.
With their combined effort, when Shen Qingyi crashed into it, the door did not break completely but instead caved in slightly, causing Shen Qingyi to bounce back.
Wei Yuan felt as if he were in a soccer match where his teammate's shot hit the goalpost instead of scoring.
"How unfortunate! What a perfect move; how could it not break that door?"
Typically, at such a moment on the soccer field, as the main attacker, Wei Yuan should have followed up with another kick to capitalize on his teammate's missed opportunity.
Yes, Wei Yuan planned to do just that. He decisively took advantage of his ghostly speed as Shen Qingyi was about to land, silently approaching Shen Qingyi's side. He lifted a foot as if he were kicking a ball, aiming directly at Shen Qingyi's face.
Although he didn't score a hit, Shen Qingyi still flew to the side and crashed hard against the wall before finally dropping to the ground. At that moment, Shen Qingyi no longer had the demeanor of a master; he couldn't help but let out a wail.
"Old man, let's see where you run to."
At this moment, Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief. With the weight lifted off his shoulders, he felt emboldened and looked down at Shen Qingyi with arrogance.
This wasn't because Wei Yuan didn't understand the importance of respecting elders. Although Shen Qingyi was nearly fifty years old, age shouldn't excuse someone for their mistakes. Of course, if it were an inexperienced minor or a child, that would be another matter.
However, Shen Qingyi was a complete scoundrel. While his misdeeds didn't quite match those of Xu Feng, it didn't mean he was any better.
Both Shen Qingyi and Xu Feng shared common traits: greed, intense desires, selfishness, and a complete lack of morality.
Such individuals are detrimental not only to a country but also to the direction of their sect, like the Purple Robe Pavilion. Under their leadership, the disciples of this sect faced nothing but nightmares.
The disciples who grew up within the Purple Robe Pavilion, although initially lost in a world of indulgence, did not have strong tendencies toward evil. Yet, Xu Feng and Shen Qingyi exploited their control over these individuals, compelling them to assist in their wrongdoing.
Originally, Wei Yuan wasn't a vigilante; aside from avenging his father by dealing with Xu Feng, he had no intention of acting as a savior. He simply viewed these men as scoundrels. Some dared to commit major crimes targeting corrupt officials and wealthy gentry.
Such figures earned Wei Yuan's respect—like the bandit king Zhang Ziqiang. However, the methods employed by Xu Feng and Shen Qingyi were despicable.
Moreover, they led their disciples into harm's way for personal gain and then schemed on how to swallow their share when they actually made money. Such behavior was even more morally bankrupt.
Therefore, whether young or old, anyone like this scoundrel deserved neither sympathy nor pity. Not only did Wei Yuan feel this way, but even Yang Ying, who was watching from the side, felt no compassion whatsoever.
This was because Yang Ying understood very well that such people could only bring disaster into the world. Allowing them to live would only result in more victims.
At this moment, cornered against the wall after taking such a perfect hit, Shen Qingyi felt as if his bones were about to fall apart. There was no way he could get back up to fight against Wei Yuan and Yang Ying again.
Seeing that the situation in the room was under control, Yuan Ziyi slowly walked in from outside. Her gaze toward Shen Qingyi was somewhat complicated.
"Uncle Shen, you are already quite old, why do you have to do this?"
Looking at Shen Qingyi, Yuan Ziyi, who had walked over, couldn't help but shake her head and said to him.
In Wei Yuan's view, this was quite normal. After all, Shen Qingyi had watched her grow up, and it was also due to Shen Qingyi's inaction that Yuan Ziyi's father was able to seize power and become the Purple Robe Marquis.
However, no matter what, seeing Shen Qingyi in this state made Yuan Ziyi feel a bit regretful, even though she couldn't bring herself to hate him.
"Ziyi, Uncle Shen has watched you grow up. You must help him; just let them spare me this time, okay?"
At this moment, Shen Qingyi, who was lying on the ground and unable to stop coughing, pleaded with Yuan Ziyi.
Wei Yuan felt a bit disgusted. After all, in terms of personal skills, he was naturally not as good as Shen Qingyi. So although he had been defeated by him earlier and was unwilling to accept it, he at least acknowledged it.
But now looking at Shen Qingyi's appearance, there was no trace of a master left; he looked like an old man who had been bullied terribly, which made Wei Yuan scoff.
"I almost couldn't handle such a person; it's truly a failure."
For Yang Ying, among the elders in the Purple Robe Pavilion, the only ones she felt close to were her master and the Elder Pharmacist who taught her about medicine. As for Shen Qingyi, she had only interacted with him a few times.
Therefore, she didn't have enough feelings for Shen Qingyi and remained very calm when facing him.
After all, while she felt some pity for the old man, she couldn't help but feel resentment when she thought of those families harmed by his Powdered Cherry Blossom.
Is he pitiful? But what about those who accidentally became addicted after taking the drugs produced by Shen Qingyi and Xu Feng? They lost themselves and their families; weren't they pitiful too?
Yes, he is an old man nearing fifty, but that doesn't mean he deserves forgiveness. There must be something hateful about a pitiful person.
When Yuan Ziyi re-entered the room, she had already wiped away her tears. Seeing that with Yang Ying's help, Wei Yuan had already knocked Shen Qingyi down, she naturally no longer felt worried.
This woman's ability to change her expression was indeed faster than flipping a book.
In the previous moment, Yuan Ziyi had been in tears, worried and heartbroken for Wei Yuan. Now, she seemed completely unfazed, regaining her original intelligence and rationality.
Although she had a deep relationship with Shen Qingyi, that did not mean Yuan Ziyi would disregard the bigger picture.
"Uncle Shen, you should turn yourself in," Yuan Ziyi said, slightly closing her eyes as she addressed Shen Qingyi.
She was well aware of Shen Qingyi's actions. Earlier, Yuan Ziyi had hoped to clear the way by taking action against Shen Qingyi. How could she possibly let him go at this moment?
Although seeing Shen Qingyi looking pitiful, especially with his words, "I watched you grow up," did make Yuan Ziyi feel a bit reluctant, she was not the kind of woman who acted on emotions. Feeling reluctant was one issue, but the bigger problem was that she knew both Shen Qingyi and Xu Feng were not to be spared.
"Ziyi, please help your uncle. I'm getting old; can you bear to see me killed by them?"
In Shen Qingyi's eyes, the earlier confrontation was essentially a life-and-death duel. Now that he was defeated, it was only natural that he would not let Wei Yuan off the hook. The same logic applied: Wei Yuan would not spare him either.
"Don't worry; I won't let them do that," Yuan Ziyi assured him. After all, she understood Wei Yuan's motives and plans, so she knew that keeping Shen Qingyi alive would be useful to him and thus would not kill him.
"Even if they don't kill me, isn't being imprisoned for life even worse? At my age, it's easy to be tortured to death in prison."
When Shen Qingyi said this, he was truly a mess of tears and snot, making Wei Yuan question how he could have thought earlier that Shen Qingyi was foolish.
This man’s act of playing the victim was nothing short of Oscar-worthy; with tears and snot flowing freely, such a level of performance was rarely seen outside of television.
In summary, Shen Qingyi was absolutely not deserving of pity.
So at this moment, Yuan Ziyi simply chose not to look at him anymore, waiting for Wei Yuan to handle the situation. The disgust from Shen Qingyi made Wei Yuan feel a sudden wave of goosebumps.
Human nature is such that when one feels proud in a certain aspect, even if they lose to someone else, they hope that the person they lost to is genuinely better than themselves.
Wei Yuan has the same mindset. He admits that in terms of real Kung Fu, he is not as good as Shen Qingyi. However, this person shows no martial spirit whatsoever.
With snot and tears, it only makes one feel disgusted; as for sympathy, such an emotion would absolutely not appear in Wei Yuan.
Shen Qingyi's behavior only makes Wei Yuan feel that his loss is not worth it. This person may have strong Kung Fu, but he is utterly lacking in spirit...
Just a moment ago, he was acting arrogantly, but now that he is cornered, he starts to rely on his age. Being older is definitely not an excuse, especially for someone like him.
At this moment, Shen Qingyi still puts on a pitiful face, constantly crying and complaining.
Of course, the main content of his complaints is not about his own innocence, because everyone present knows what he has done.
If such a person were still innocent and deserving of forgiveness, then there would be no sinners left in this world.
Thus, Shen Qingyi mainly cries to appeal to the sympathy of the two girls, knowing that Wei Yuan would definitely not give him any face in this situation.
However, he still has a bit of hope in this regard and assures Wei Yuan: "Brother, just let me go. I know all about your matters with Xu Feng. I promise I won't interfere anymore. Just let me go, and I'll leave immediately and never come back."
Seeing Wei Yuan's expressionless face, he realizes that this tactic won't work. After all, the reason Wei Yuan initially targeted him was to focus all the blame on Xu Feng, which also prevented Shen Qingyi from interfering.
But now that Shen Qingyi has been caught, whether Wei Yuan will let him go is another matter.
Then Wei Yuan said: "You old fool, even if you want to kill him to silence him, you have to wait a bit. Don’t you know I’ve put all my chips on this guy? Now that he's dead, who’s going to take over the next act?"
Shen Qingyi naturally understands that Wei Yuan intends to completely tie the media attention of Phoenix Pharmaceuticals to the case of Xu Feng.
Indeed, although he is not very skilled at such calculations, it does not mean that Shen Qingyi lacks insight. Knowing Wei Yuan's plan makes him admire him; he truly has a brain.
Using a nationwide known event to promote a brand-new company is undoubtedly a quick way to elevate its brand.
You see how many directors and stars there are now, each unable to present a representative work, and some protagonists have barely played the role more than twice. Yet, through various maneuvers, they suddenly seem to become superstars.
This reality is so unfair to those dedicated actors who genuinely treat their performances with care and fully embody their roles.
But this is the unspoken rule of society; no one can change it, and one can only play along with these game rules.
Wei Yuan understands these rules and plays them well, which is why his Phoenix Pharmaceuticals has become widely known even without launching any new drugs.
Originally, Wei Yuan did not intend to deal with Shen Qingyi, because after his planning, as long as Xu Feng successfully made it to court, with Xu Feng's vengeful nature, it would only make things difficult for Shen Qingyi.
At that time, letting the two of them accuse each other and fight like dogs would allow Wei Yuan to enjoy the spectacle. He could even use their conflict to place Phoenix Pharmaceuticals in the middle and gain more attention.
However, now that Shen Qingyi has suddenly appeared and seems to have fallen into his hands, Wei Yuan's plan has been disrupted, and he doesn't know how to proceed.
He initially thought Shen Qingyi would likely flee, but now she appears to be struggling for survival amidst those who are old and shameless.
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