The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 151

Jiang Fei successfully expelled the toxins from Old Master Ye Zhennan’s body, marking the completion of his task.

As for what would happen next—the power struggles, the political games—none of that concerned him.

He had no interest in meddling in such affairs, nor was it his place to do so. The only thing on his mind was the promised compensation of one million yuan from Ye Yuanyuan. When exactly was she going to pay up?

Jiang Fei decided to give her a week at most. If she still refused to pay after that, he wouldn’t hesitate to make good on his threat—a debt-collection call was inevitable.

But as he walked home, basking in the thought of effortlessly earning a million, a sudden idea struck him, filling him with excitement.

What if Ye Yuanyuan transferred the million yuan directly to the Jiang Clinic’s account instead of his personal bank account?

Wouldn’t that count as the clinic’s profit?

If this worked, it would be perfect. Not only would he earn the million, but he’d also gain an additional 2,000 gold coins! That way, he’d fully recover the cost of detoxifying Old Master Ye and even make an extra 1,000 gold coins plus the million yuan.

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

Sure, it might feel like cheating the system, but it wasn’t fraud—he wasn’t borrowing money from someone else and then repaying it. This was legitimate medical income, earned through his own skills.

Since he was part of Jiang Clinic, any money he willingly transferred to it should count as clinic revenue. And once the money went in, there’d be no taking it back.

“This should work!” Jiang Fei grinned, already planning to instruct Ye Yuanyuan to wire the payment directly to the clinic’s account.

Qiao Yiyi’s concert in Jincheng finally had a confirmed date: July 4th.

The venue had been decided long ago—the Jincheng Sports Center, capable of seating over 40,000 people. It was the go-to location for major concerts in the city.

Of course, not every artist could fill all those seats. Most were lucky to reach 70-80% capacity. But Qiao Yiyi’s concert? Sold out.

Every ticket, from VIP to general admission, had been snapped up. Even scalpers were struggling to keep up—rumor had it that front-row seats originally priced at 1,000 yuan were now being resold online for over 5,000 yuan, with no guarantees.

Jiang Fei, however, had somehow ended up with nearly ten free tickets—all premium seats. Qiao Yiyi had given them to him to distribute to Lin Molly, Ye Yuanyuan, her close friend Mango, and three high school girls—Xia Xiaozhi, Xu Jing, and Tan Yuan—who’d just started summer break.

July meant vacation time, and for these starstruck teens, Qiao Yiyi—the hottest pop diva back from Korea—was a dream come true. The moment they heard about the concert, they’d begged Jiang Fei to secure tickets, even postponing their usual summer trip to his villa.

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July 3rd, 2:00 PM.

The day before the concert, Qiao Yiyi picked Jiang Fei up for rehearsals.

Unlike the impromptu performance at Club 26, this was a full-scale production—hours of singing in front of tens of thousands. Preparation was non-negotiable.

Inside a spacious white Mercedes van, Jiang Fei sat with Qiao Yiyi, her manager Auntie Mei, and a team of stylists and makeup artists. Their destination? The Jincheng Sports Center.

“Thank you for not bailing on me,” Qiao Yiyi said, smiling as a stylist adjusted her hair. “I’ve been worried you’d back out last minute.”

“Do I look like the kind of guy who breaks promises?” Jiang Fei scoffed. “Unless something urgent comes up, I’m here.”

A makeup artist had offered to groom him, but he’d refused. His hair was too short for styling, and the idea of wearing makeup? Absolutely not. He’d go onstage au naturel, thank you very much.

Clothes, though, were a different story. Even he knew sweatpants and flip-flops weren’t concert-appropriate.

Still, part of him regretted agreeing to this. The scale was too grand, too flashy. But with Lin Molly, Ye Yuanyuan, and the girls already holding tickets, backing out now would be humiliating.

As the van stopped, chaos erupted.

Jincheng Sports Center—arrival.

The moment the door opened, cameras flashed like strobe lights. Reporters swarmed, shouting questions:

“Miss Qiao! Has your voice fully recovered? Will the concert run the full three hours?”

“Yes, my voice is fine. The show will go as planned.”

“Any special guests?”

“A few labelmates will join, plus… a mystery guest.” She grinned.

The crowd surged, bodies pressing closer. Jiang Fei, trailing behind Qiao Yiyi and Auntie Mei, winced at the noise. Being famous is exhausting.

Just before entering the venue, Qiao Yiyi glanced back—was Jiang Fei still there? Seeing him, shades on and visibly annoyed, she stifled a laugh.

But that glance didn’t go unnoticed.

“Sir! Who are you?” A reporter shoved a mic in Jiang Fei’s face. “Are you Qiao Yiyi’s boyfriend?”

“Uh—” Jiang Fei froze. Since when was he the story?

The questions came faster:

“How do you know Miss Qiao?”

“Are you her bodyguard?”

“Is this a secret romance?”

The media frenzy had found its new target.