The Almighty Martial Arts System

Hearing that the muscular brute Tian Fei was already dead, Jiang Fei felt no remorse. If it weren’t for Ye Yuanyuan’s need to capture and interrogate him, Jiang Fei would have personally ended him the day he was caught.

As for the real mastermind behind it all—Hua Handong—he had fled abroad, and his current whereabouts were still unknown. But wiping out his organization’s remaining forces in the country was enough to vent some of Jiang Fei’s anger.

With a curious glint in his eyes, Jiang Fei studied Ye Yuanyuan thoughtfully and asked, “Did you really get nothing out of Tian Fei during interrogation?”

Ye Yuanyuan shot him a glance and replied coolly, “What, do you think I’m hiding information from you?”

To her surprise, instead of denying it out of politeness, Jiang Fei immediately nodded. “Yeah, I think you are! For example, you’ve probably already figured out why Hua Handong poisoned your grandfather and why he colluded with Western medicine to sabotage traditional Chinese medicine.”

Under Jiang Fei’s unwavering stare, Ye Yuanyuan—usually unshakable—felt an inexplicable pang of guilt. After a long pause, she finally sighed and conceded, “Fine. How did you know I was keeping things from you?”

Jiang Fei scoffed, looking at her as if she were an idiot. “You think I’m as dumb as you? If you’ve already rooted out Hua Handong’s remaining forces in the country, you must’ve gathered some intel. Did you really think I wouldn’t figure that out?”

Crack…

Ye Yuanyuan clenched her fists, barely resisting the urge to punch that infuriating face of his. But considering the recent uproar Jiang Fei had caused in the capital—earning him the title of a future “Sword God”—she held back.

Just how strong is this guy, anyway?

When they first met in Jin City, she had pegged him as skilled but not overwhelmingly powerful. Yet in just a few months, his combat abilities had skyrocketed, nearly matching his already legendary medical, musical, and culinary talents—almost breaking past human limits into something absurd.

Weren’t martial arts supposed to take years of grueling training to master? How was he improving so fast?

Freak, she thought coldly.

“We have uncovered part of the conspiracy,” she admitted. “But I wasn’t lying—Tian Fei didn’t talk. The intel came from our own investigations.”

Jiang Fei glared. “I don’t care where it came from—you should’ve told me! Or do you still see me as an outsider?”

Seriously, this woman.

Was she really implying that since he hadn’t contributed to uncovering the truth, he didn’t deserve to know? After everything he’d done—capturing Tian Fei, saving her grandfather twice—this was how she repaid him?

“If I’m not an outsider, then what am I? Family?” Ye Yuanyuan retorted with a smirk.

“Who’s your family?! You’re the one who—” Jiang Fei cut himself off, realizing the implication. “No, you’re not my family either!”

(The term “内人 (nèi rén)” traditionally refers to one’s wife, and Jiang Fei had zero interest in a flat-chested, sharp-tongued, violent woman like Ye Yuanyuan.)

After a tense silence, Ye Yuanyuan finally dropped the sarcasm and said seriously, “You really want to know the truth?”

“Obviously!” Jiang Fei snapped.

This conspiracy wasn’t just some petty scheme—it had already threatened his life once. Who’s to say there wouldn’t be another assassination attempt? As the head of the Chinese Medicine Association, he needed to know why Western medicine was trying to eradicate TCM.

Ye Yuanyuan glanced around, ensuring no one was nearby, then lowered her voice. “Beyond eliminating TCM to dominate the market, there’s another reason—the same one behind my grandfather’s poisoning.”

Her sharp eyes glinted coldly. “This is part of a covert espionage operation by a Western organization against our country. You know tensions between China and the West are far worse than the media portrays. But this time, they’ve crossed a line—attempting to assassinate our nation’s leaders. This is all we’ve uncovered so far, and the military has classified it as top-secret. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

Jiang Fei was stunned.

His first instinct was disbelief, but the icy fury in Ye Yuanyuan’s gaze confirmed it was true.

Now that he thought about it, the clues had been there all along. No domestic faction would dare poison a revered elder like Ye Zhennan—only foreign agents would take such a risk.

After a moment, Jiang Fei frowned. “But why target your grandfather? He’s retired. Wouldn’t active officials be more logical?”

Ye Yuanyuan smirked. “You think his only role was as a former military commander?”

Jiang Fei paused. He knew the old general had fought in wars and was a decorated hero, but he’d never considered other roles. Now, it made sense—even retired, Ye Zhennan’s influence was significant enough to warrant assassination.

Jiang Fei didn’t pry further. Some secrets weren’t his business.

“But what does erasing TCM have to do with this?” he pressed.

“You call yourself smart, yet you can’t figure that out?” Ye Yuanyuan sneered, relishing the chance to mock him. “If TCM vanished—if experts like you or Dr. Cui didn’t exist—could my grandfather’s legs have been healed? Could he have survived poisoning?”

A chill ran down Jiang Fei’s spine.

So that’s their goal.

Destroying TCM wasn’t just about profits—it was about eliminating lifesaving knowledge. Without masters like him, future leaders might die from untreatable illnesses.

After a long silence, Jiang Fei sighed. “Knowing this just adds to my burdens. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.”

Ye Yuanyuan grinned. “Your choice, not mine.”

This shadowy organization wouldn’t stop after one failure. And as the face of TCM’s revival, Jiang Fei was now their prime target.

“Fame really is a double-edged sword,” he muttered.

Luckily, his system upgrades had made him a martial arts master, and the shop provided extra safeguards. Otherwise, he’d be demanding elite bodyguards from Ye Yuanyuan.

As their conversation wound down, she added, “By the way, as the nation’s top doctor, you should check on Mangguo. Her mental state still hasn’t recovered.”

Jiang Fei rolled his eyes. “If it’s psychological, get her a therapist. I’m not a shrink.”