Chapter 68: The Royal Ninja Corps

Suddenly, Ye Xuemei’s cry for help burst through the phone, startling Ye Shihan. Just as she was about to inquire about the caller’s intentions, Xiao Yu snatched the phone away.

“I am Xiao Yu. State your business,” he said bluntly.

“Xiao Yu, is it? If you don’t want your beautiful sister-in-law to come to harm, you’d better make your way to Wolong Mountain. I doubt you’d want such a lovely woman to suffer because of you. You have one hour. If you’re late, don’t blame us for destroying a flower with ruthless hands.”

With that, the man hung up. Xiao Yu’s face darkened as he handed the phone back to Ye Shihan.

“Xiao Yu, what’s going on? Xuemei won’t be in danger, will she?” Ye Shihan asked anxiously.

“Don’t worry. They’re after me. Until they see me, Xuemei won’t be hurt. I can’t go back with you. Every minute wasted increases her danger. I’m heading to Wolong Mountain now. Drive yourself home. Stay in the house and don’t wander off.”

Seeing the gravity in Xiao Yu’s expression, Ye Shihan nodded, reminding him to be careful, then returned to her car with her souvenirs and quickly left.

After Ye Shihan departed, a cold, indescribable look settled over Xiao Yu’s face. From the accent of the man on the phone, Xiao Yu already knew these were men from Sakura Country.

He had not expected them to arrive so swiftly, and they had already investigated those closest to him. Clearly, what he had done in Sakura Country had thoroughly enraged certain parties there.

Now, with no time to deliberate, Xiao Yu pulled out his phone and called Tai Sui, quickly explaining the situation before hailing a taxi to head toward Wolong Mountain.

Tai Sui, after receiving Xiao Yu’s call, informed Qing Long and the others. Under Qing Long’s command, Tai Sui, Li Ge, Liu He, and Bai Hu left the training camp together, rushing toward Wolong Mountain.

Wolong Mountain was a natural scenic area near Fengcheng, less than half an hour’s drive from the city.

At the top of Wolong Mountain, beside a towering tree, a group of men clad in black samurai uniforms stood silently near a boulder. Before them, a striking woman, heavily made up and scantily dressed, stood with a cold smile, gazing at the figure struggling beneath the tree.

That figure, hands bound behind her back and a white cloth stuffed in her mouth, was none other than Ye Xuemei.

With a trace of a smile, the alluring woman walked slowly toward Ye Xuemei. She knelt beside her and removed the cloth from her mouth.

“Jiazi! What are you doing? We’re such close sisters—why would you treat me like this?” With the gag removed, Ye Xuemei glared furiously at the woman before her.

“Yes, we are close sisters. I would love to be your best friend for life. But of all things, the worst is that your brother-in-law happens to be Xiao Yu!” Jiazi sneered.

Yamamoto Jiazi, the youngest daughter of Sakura Country’s ruler, had been sent to Yanxia by her father, Yamamoto Kazuo, since childhood. One could say she grew up in Yanxia—few around her knew she was a princess of Sakura Country.

Ye Xuemei could only glare at her, eyes blazing. The two had met in school as young girls, becoming inseparable confidantes. She never imagined the friend she valued so deeply would turn against her brother-in-law and use her as leverage.

“Don’t worry, you’ll always be my good sister. Once your brother-in-law is killed, I’ll let you go. Then, we’ll still be best friends,” Yamamoto Jiazi said with a smile.

“Whether you can kill him, I don’t know. But I do know that none of you will leave alive today.”

At that moment, a faint voice sounded. The sudden words drew everyone’s attention. Yamamoto Jiazi immediately turned toward the mountain’s only entrance.

There, a blurred figure approached, face cold and indifferent, exuding a powerful aura of murderous intent. His long hair flowed behind him, whipped by the winds atop the mountain.

“You are Xiao Yu?” Yamamoto Jiazi took a step forward, her voice cold as she questioned the striking man before her.

“Whether I am or not, what difference does it make? A man destined to die—knowing more will do you no good,” Xiao Yu replied calmly.

“You scoundrel! Do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me like that?” Yamamoto Jiazi’s face twisted in anger at Xiao Yu’s words.

“Enough talk. Release Xuemei, and I’ll spare you a whole corpse,” Xiao Yu’s eyes narrowed, a surge of overwhelming power emanated from him, sweeping toward Yamamoto Jiazi.

Sensing the oppressive aura, Jiazi’s expression changed, and she retreated behind the group of samurai.

“Hmm? The Royal Ninja Team?” Xiao Yu murmured as he recognized the cold, formidable presence of the men before him. His gaze returned to Jiazi.

Anyone who could command the Royal Ninja Unit of Sakura Country must be of the royal family. Clearly, this woman was a member of the royal household.

“Sir Xiao Yu, you are the Battle King of Yanxia. Isn’t it improper to bully our princess of Sakura Country?” The foremost samurai spoke, his body tensing as a wild, violent aura erupted, restoring the atmosphere to its former calm.

Xiao Yu was startled. To disperse his own power with sheer force of presence—this spoke to the depth of the speaker’s inner strength.

“Interesting.” Xiao Yu’s lips curved, revealing an enigmatic smile. “I didn’t expect such a master among the Royal Ninja Unit. Your strength likely exceeds that of ordinary Ninja Lords.”