The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife Chapter 1569: Furious Impulse

"Explain yourself!" A premonition of unease washed over Ye Shikai.

"Brace yourself!" Mi Wen was a woman of swift action. No sooner had the words left her lips than her sword was drawn, lunging with lethal intent towards Ye Shikai’s throat. An immediate dodge was his only option to avoid a fatal injury. Hastily, Ye Shikai drew his own blade, parrying Mi Wen’s aggressive thrust.

"Watch it, are you trying to end me?" Ye Shikai glared at the sword’s tip, mere centimeters from his eyes. A second’s delay would have meant blindness, if not death.

"Continue."

Mi Wen showed no signs of stopping. Reversing her grip, she spun away from Ye Shikai’s block and swung again, aiming for another strike.

Bang.

Their swords clashed, erupting in a shower of brilliant sparks. The sword Ye Shikai wielded, a gift from Meng Tian, wasn't a legendary artifact, but it was undoubtedly a weapon of superior quality, capable of slicing through iron as easily as mud. True, his Storage Ring held formidable blades like the Netherworld Blade and the You Xi Sword, but he had no intention of revealing them. These were akin to WMDs, excessively bloodthirsty, and Mi Wen was merely testing his skill. Ye Shikai wished to avoid harming her accidentally. Furthermore, the You Xi Sword belonged to General Bai Qi, a renowned figure of Qin Country. Its revelation would undoubtedly attract unwanted trouble.

"Your swordsmanship is impressive." Mi Wen’s gaze fixed on Ye Shikai, her tone grave.

"I appreciate the compliment."

"However, your technique is peculiar, unlike standard martial sword arts. In fact, it bears a striking resemblance to my own; it must stem from a cultivation family’s secret sword manual," Mi Wen deduced. Ye Shikai found this perplexing. In his previous life in the modern world, he hadn't delved deeply into swordsmanship. His time with Dragon Teeth offered no such exposure; it was only after he began cultivating that he started wielding a sword.

"You hail from Ji County. All indications suggest you are of noble lineage from Yan State."

"Noble or commoner, what true distinction is there? ’Kings and emperors are not of divine ancestry,’ is that not so?" Ye Shikai gestured dismissively. His modern perspective fostered a belief in equality. He placed little value on social hierarchies, recognizing that even in modern times, not all descendants of cultivators were competent; spoiled brats were a common sight. He recalled the young master of the Yanjing Wang Family, a prime example of such an archetype. While he currently exploited his family's influence, in twenty to thirty years, his recklessness would undoubtedly lead to the Wang Family's downfall.

"It matters greatly. Commoners are coarse and shortsighted; as long as their basic needs are met, they pay no mind to who they serve. Concerning the Right Path, they would never grasp its principles," Mi Wen scoffed coldly.

"Indeed, 'food and clothes' are easily spoken of, but what ruler has truly achieved such a state?" Ye Shikai let out a sardonic laugh. If the populace were well-fed and clothed, it would signify a prosperous era, not the current reality of widespread chaos and incessant warfare.

"It is achievable. Once I hold dominion over the world, I can undoubtedly restore order to this chaotic age," Mi Wen declared with unwavering resolve.

"Should that day ever arrive, I trust you will honor your word. If you should ever become a tyrant, I shall inevitably lead a rebellion against you."

Mi Wen’s grip tightened on her sword. Perhaps Ye Shikai’s words had ignited her temper, as a palpable wave of killing intent now permeated the air.

"Observe my blade!"

Bang.

Ye Shikai drew his sword to defend, but before it was fully unsheathed, Mi Wen’s blade sliced through it, shattering it in two. Witnessing this, Ye Shikai knew he could no longer hold back; Mi Wen was truly intent on taking his life.

Desperate, Ye Shikai channeled his Inner Strength and retrieved a sharp, metallic sword from his Storage Ring—a blade forged by Ghost from peak materials, utterly indestructible.

However, Ye Shikai had overlooked one crucial detail: Mi Wen was also a cultivator. As she thrust her sword forward, he felt a formidable surge of Inner Strength hurtling towards him.

Bang.

Caught off guard and unprepared for Mi Wen’s ferocity, Ye Shikai could only muster forty percent of his Inner Strength. It was insufficient to halt her sword's trajectory. The overwhelming force flung him backward, sending him crashing violently onto the table behind him.

Before he could recover, Mi Wen struck again. Ye Shikai had no time to evade. The sword edge pierced his armor with ease and plunged into his body. Moreover, the longsword continued its path, exiting from his back and effectively 'pinning' him against the table.

A searing pain erupted from the wound. Though he had sustained grave injuries before, this was a direct penetration, an unavoidable torment of flesh and bone.

The ferocity of Mi Wen’s strike and the depth of her cultivation had caught Ye Shikai completely off guard. In prior encounters, even without unleashing his full Inner Strength, he could sustain a fight for a considerable time. However, this time, a mere three moves resulted in his defeat, a clear testament to Mi Wen’s superior cultivation level.

"Are you... are you alright?"

As Ye Shikai slowly regained consciousness, Mi Wen’s anxious face filled his vision. He felt quite helpless and quickly began circulating his Inner Strength to safeguard his vital meridians. Although the sword had pierced his body, thankfully, no internal organs were critically wounded. The pain was significant, but he knew that with his Inner Strength, such wounds would mend rapidly.

"I... I’m sorry..." Mi Wen scrambled to her feet, appearing flustered and uncertain. Ye Shikai could discern her genuine panic; in all their acquaintance, this was the first time he had witnessed such a nervous expression on her face.

"Bear with it for a moment."

Mi Wen leaned over Ye Shikai, withdrew her sword, and immediately, blood gushed from the wound, saturating his armor and robe in a crimson tide. In her haste, Mi Wen tore a strip from her own clothing and fashioned a makeshift bandage for his injury.

"I’m sorry, I didn't mean it just now." Mi Wen’s grip faltered, the sword clattered to the ground, and her eyes overflowed with remorse. Ye Shikai was momentarily at a loss for words. Perhaps his earlier harsh words had struck a nerve, provoking her anger and nearly costing him his life.

"Is your injury alright?"

"No problem, it didn’t hit critical organs, just flesh wounds," Ye Shikai stated, waving his hand dismissively. Mi Wen made a move to further examine his injuries, but Ye Shikai gently redirected her. "Earlier... did you really want to kill me?" he inquired.

"No, I didn’t mean to kill you, it’s just that I... got carried away... so I lost control... then..."

"Alright, no need to explain," Ye Shikai interrupted, re-donning his armor and dabbing at the blood with a damp cloth. He did not wish for his injury to be observed by others, recognizing that the commotion from their skirmish within the camp would undoubtedly have alerted the guards outside.