Raising Orphans, Not Assassins-Chapter 77Vol. 1 - - A Clash! A Grandmaster!!!

Chen Ye smiled faintly, setting the oil lamp down as he took a seat across from Nan Yiyun.

"I’ll cook something for you. But in exchange, I want the Thousand Layers, Hundred Waves Technique."

Nan Yiyun’s lips curled into a cold smile. He lowered the leg he had propped up on the bench.

"Kid, do you even know what you're asking for?"

Chen Ye spoke calmly, "The few pages in Xiao Sheng’s possession only contain the mental cultivation method, not the internal energy training techniques."

Nan Yiyun’s expression turned serious. "So, you’re Sun Sheng’s adoptive father?"

"That’s right."

Nan Yiyun’s face twisted into a complicated expression.

That little bastard... ‘He just got the manual from me, and the first thing he does is give it away?’

A surge of irritation welled up in his chest.

Suppressing his frustration, he lowered his voice. "Kid, these are my rules. Fight me. If you can beat me, the Thousand Layers, Hundred Waves Technique is yours."

"Is that a promise?" Chen Ye’s face remained calm as he gazed at Nan Yiyun.

He had been wanting to test a grandmaster’s strength.

See if they were even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"A gentleman’s word is as firm as four galloping horses."

As soon as Nan Yiyun finished speaking, his body shifted, and his right palm shot forward.

"Wait."

Chen Ye’s indifferent voice cut through the tension.

Nan Yiyun frowned. "What? Regretting it already? Too late now!"

"Let’s take this outside. I don’t want my furniture getting wrecked." Chen Ye smiled lightly.

Nan Yiyun let out a cold laugh. "Kid, you sure think highly of yourself, don’t you?"

Chen Ye didn’t respond. He simply picked up the oil lamp and walked away.

Nan Yiyun narrowed his eyes.

This kid…

So composed, so confident, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Where the hell did he come from?

So young, yet already at first-rank strength, hiding away in a tiny orphanage?

A first-rank expert could be the head of a major sect!

Nan Yiyun scoffed. "Like hell I’d be afraid of you!"

The two stepped out of the orphanage and onto the long street.

The night was deep.

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A lone crescent moon hung in the dark sky.

Its cold silver light spilled across the street, bathing the ground in a shimmering glow.

Chen Ye, unhurried, placed the oil lamp to the side.

A breeze swept by, making the small flame flicker.

"Woof! Woof!"

From a distant house, a few dogs barked.

Chen Ye stood tall, his shadow stretching long across the moonlit ground.

His expression was serene, his gaze fathomless.

He raised his right hand, palm facing the moon.

His fingers curled slightly, beckoning Nan Yiyun to attack.

Nan Yiyun was so infuriated that he actually laughed.

"Kid, acting all high and mighty… I just hope you can keep that attitude after I beat you into the ground and make you call me ‘Grandpa’."

As he finished speaking, Nan Yiyun’s eyes grew dark and deep, like an abyssal ocean trench.

He sank into his stance, knees bending slightly.

A low, rolling sound, like waves surging and crashing, echoed from within his body.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished from sight—

Only to reappear at Chen Ye’s left!

His right palm lashed out from below at an angle, its force howling through the air.

A thunderous roar followed, like an enraged sea crashing against the shore.

Just hearing it made one feel as though they were standing at the ocean’s edge.

Chen Ye’s gaze flickered.

Without moving his body, his left palm floated out to meet the strike.

"Clang!"

Their palms clashed—

The sharp, ringing sound was like metal striking metal.

Nan Yiyun's eyes widened in shock.

"Thirteen Grand Guardians’ Iron Body Technique?!"

Even as he spoke, his hands did not falter.

The moment his right palm was blocked, his left palm struck toward Chen Ye’s chest.

Internal energy surged—

A violent gust howled through the air.

The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs grew even more distinct.

The passing wind carried the scent of the sea.

Above them, a thin cloud drifted across the night sky, obscuring the crescent moon.

The street plunged into darkness.

The howling palm wind roared closer, an unstoppable tide crashing toward its target.

Even the mere sound of it sent shivers down the spine.

Yet Chen Ye’s face remained unchanged.

He turned.

His right palm swept out—

A light, effortless motion.

"Clang!"

Chen Ye’s right palm collided with Nan Yiyun’s left.

Nan Yiyun lightly tapped his foot against the ground and leaped backward, soaring several meters before landing steadily. His expression turned serious as he stared at Chen Ye.

"What kind of palm technique was that?"

They had exchanged two strikes, yet Chen Ye hadn't even budged.

Even more baffling, both of Nan Yiyun’s Roaring Wave Palms had been effortlessly neutralized.

With his years of experience in the martial world, Nan Yiyun prided himself on his keen eye for martial techniques. And yet, he couldn’t recognize what Chen Ye had just used.

"I wasn’t using a palm technique," Chen Ye replied indifferently.

He had never practiced one.

All he had done was circulate his Innate Qi, and with his internal energy flowing, his reaction speed had significantly heightened.

He had merely relied on instinct and his Indestructible Body to withstand those two strikes.

A glimmer of admiration flashed in Nan Yiyun’s eyes.

"Good!" he exclaimed.

"To transcend form itself—no technique, yet overwhelming technique… Among the younger generation, you’re the first to reach such a level!"

Chen Ye: "…"

He took a deep breath and said evenly, "Go all out. I want to see just how strong a grandmaster really is."

With that—

He fully activated the Innate Qi within his body.

Pure, warm energy coursed through his meridians along the pathways of his internal art.

A formless pressure radiated from him.

At that very moment, the thin cloud obscuring the crescent moon drifted away.

Once more, the cold moonlight spilled onto the street.

Bathed in silver light, Chen Ye stood tall, his expression calm, his gaze fathomless.

An invisible aura surrounded him, extending two meters in every direction.

Where the moonlight touched him, the air seemed to ripple—

Light itself bended around the force of his inner strength.

To any observer, the two-meter radius around Chen Ye was distinctly outlined by this True Qi Barrier.

Standing beneath the moon, he seemed almost otherworldly—like an immortal descended to the mortal realm.

His gaze landed on Nan Yiyun, cool and detached.

"Make your move," Chen Ye said lightly.

Nan Yiyun’s eyes widened in shock, his pupils constricting.

"A Grandmaster?!"

"Impossible!"

His voice rose in disbelief.

"Aside from those old Daoist bastards in Wudang, there’s actually another grandmaster?"

Suddenly, something clicked in his mind.

"You’re Donghua?"

He looked at Chen Ye with grave seriousness.

"That’s right," Chen Ye answered flatly.

"Shit… I miscalculated."

Nan Yiyun clenched his teeth, regret flashing across his face.

He had agreed to this match—if he lost, he would have to hand over the Thousand Layers, Hundred Waves Technique.

If such a technique fell into the hands of a grandmaster, the implications would be far-reaching.

His expression shifted, hardening with resolve.

"If you’re truly a grandmaster, then I won’t hold back either!"

As soon as he spoke, he pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

The wind rose.

Tree branches trembled.

Dust lifted from the ground.

The distant barking of dogs in the nearby houses abruptly ceased—replaced only by low, uneasy whimpers.

Chen Ye’s eyes flickered with surprise.

He hadn’t expected a grandmaster’s presence to stir the very air itself.

But what astonished him even more was that as Nan Yiyun inhaled, Chen Ye could feel the Innate Qi he had released into his surroundings subtly shifting—almost as if being drawn toward Nan Yiyun.

However, his Innate Qi was flawless and complete, without gaps or leaks. It remained untouched, unshaken.

"Interesting," Chen Ye murmured, a faint smile playing at his lips.

The wind gradually died down.

Under the moonlit sky—

Nan Yiyun, dressed in his tattered beggar’s rags, now exuded an aura of immense authority and depth.

"Whoosh, whoosh…"

From within his body came the unmistakable sound of waves surging and crashing.

Chen Ye, clad in white, remained composed.

He raised his right hand, fingers slightly curled, beckoning Nan Yiyun forward.

In the next instant—

"Boom!"

A massive wave crashed against the rocks!