The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 266

When a soft, sweet teenage tongue clumsily slipped into Jiang Fei’s mouth, shyly but persistently exploring for nearly a full minute, it finally registered in Jiang Fei’s delayed reaction system. He abruptly broke free from Xu Jing’s embrace.

“Xiao Jing! You can’t do this! This is wrong!” Jiang Fei scolded sternly, suppressing the pounding of his heart and that slightly wicked thrill.

But the busty teenager was operating on an entirely different wavelength. Gazing at Jiang Fei with starry-eyed infatuation, her flushed face radiated shy delight as she murmured, “Uncle, so this is what kissing feels like… It’s even more wonderful than your homemade wine!”

“——”

Jiang Fei glared at the girl whose thoughts he couldn’t begin to fathom. “This is practically criminal behavior, don’t you know!”

Though if anyone was committing a crime here, it might actually be him.

Wait—no. The real criminal was this little temptress seducing him into wrongdoing!

Pouting, Xu Jing protested, “How is this criminal? I’m about to be a sophomore—I have every right to date…”

“Any romance before eighteen counts as premature and inappropriate!” Jiang Fei declared righteously.

Now he saw clearly: women, regardless of age, were nothing but trouble. Who would’ve thought the usually shy, innocent Xu Jing could be so scheming?

The way she was grinning like a cat that got the cream—she wasn’t drunk at all! This little minx had faked intoxication just to lure him upstairs and take advantage of him!

“Uncle, your thinking is so outdated,” Xu Jing argued earnestly. “High school dating isn’t premature anymore—even middle schoolers are dating now!”

Jiang Fei had no rebuttal.

True, high school relationships were commonplace nowadays. But a minor calling him “Uncle” while trying to romance him? That wasn’t just absurd—it was legally perilous!

While she might not be committing a crime, he certainly would be!

Suddenly, Xu Jing knelt up on the bed and proudly thrust out her chest, showcasing her impressive “bunnies” with a smug humph: “Besides, Uncle, look at me—do I still seem like a little girl? I’m even bigger than Sister Lin, aren’t I?”

Having showered before the barbecue, Xu Jing wore pink pajamas—not silk or particularly sexy, yet undeniably alluring. The way she arched forward made certain peaks unmistakably visible.

Swallowing hard, Jiang Fei affected disdain. “I’m not entertaining this nonsense. Go to sleep—first thing tomorrow, I’m sending you all home!”

As Jiang Fei exited with an awkward, stiff-legged gait, Xu Jing burst into delighted giggles. Collapsing onto the bed, she stared dreamily at the ceiling before burying her blushing face in the blankets, muffling her triumphant squeal: “Mouth says no, but your body was very honest… That reaction proves my charms are irresistible~”

…..

Early next morning, after the long drive back to the city, Jiang Fei dropped off the three girls and headed to Jiang’s Clinic.

Since returning from Beijing, all formalities for Jiang’s Pharmaceuticals had been completed. Production lines were operating at full capacity, and their medicines had officially launched two days prior.

The response was phenomenal—sales skyrocketed beyond even established giants like Jishi Tang and Tongren Tang, creating a sensation in medical circles. Media outlets were covering them voluntarily, without any advertising fees!

This explosive success stemmed from several factors:

First, Jiang Fei’s reputation as TCM Association President and “Miracle Doctor” lent immense credibility to his products.

Second, Lin Molly’s brilliant pre-launch preparations had established an extensive distribution network.

Lastly, endorsements from pop queen Qiao Yiyi and “National Goddess” Gao Qinyuan in their eye-catching commercial played no small part.

Consequently, Lin Molly had been swamped—so busy she hadn’t visited Daocun Village since their return, much to the three girls’ delight.

Naturally, her promise to “fulfill Jiang Fei’s long-cherished wish” upon returning remained unfulfilled. Just as Jiang Fei was contemplating collecting this debt today, Ye Yuanyuan called.

“Where are you?” she demanded.

“What, did you already finish all the wine you looted from my villa?” Jiang Fei teased.

Ye Yuanyuan’s voice turned icy. “This is important. Your location?”

“Almost at the clinic. Why?” Jiang Fei frowned. When the usually blunt Ye Yuanyuan said “important,” it was serious.

“Wait there. I’m coming.” She hung up abruptly.

Tossing his phone aside, Jiang Fei pondered what warranted such urgency.

Ye Yuanyuan arrived shortly after. Storming into his office, she cut straight to the chase: “You know the outcome of Liu Yunduo’s duel with Miyamoto Kazuma?”

Jiang Fei’s eyebrow twitched—he’d guessed as much from her tone. The news wasn’t good.

“No. What happened?” He spun a pen between his fingers, expression darkening.

Ye Yuanyuan, unusually solemn, reported: “Liu Yunduo lost. Brutally. She nearly died—Miyamoto severed tendons in her sword arm, leaving her unable to grip properly. Worse, he carved two scars across her face… Even modern medicine can’t fully erase them.”

SNAP!

The pen shattered in Jiang Fei’s grip, his eyes flashing with lethal intent.

He’d anticipated Liu Yunduo might lose—but not like this.

Maiming her sword hand was one thing, but disfiguring her face? This “Two-Sword Style Grandmaster” wasn’t just settling scores—he was exacting multiplied vengeance!

“After defeating Liu,” Ye Yuanyuan continued grimly, “Miyamoto remained in Huacheng and challenged ‘Southern Sword Master’ Wang Haoran yesterday. Wang… didn’t survive.”

Jiang Fei’s eyes narrowed to slits.

This Miyamoto was formidable indeed. Wang Haoran was among China’s most celebrated swordsmen—frequently mentioned at the National Martial Arts Center. Yet he’d fallen to Miyamoto.

If Jiang Fei had previously struggled to gauge Miyamoto’s true strength, this benchmark made it clear: the man’s reputation was well-earned.

“So his China tour isn’t just about avenging his disciple,” Jiang Fei said coldly. “He aims to crush all our masters.”

Ye Yuanyuan nodded. “Precisely. While cross-border martial challenges aren’t unusual, Miyamoto’s brutality is. Fatal strikes violate all norms.”

Jiang Fei’s lips curled. “Then he won’t stop at two. Who’s next?”

“Wudang’s Master Qingxu. And…” She hesitated, then met Jiang Fei’s gaze. “Intel suggests you’re now on his challenge list.”

Despite Jiang Fei’s domestic fame as the “Future Sword God,” Ye Yuanyuan’s eyes betrayed concern. Against Miyamoto’s current rampage, being targeted was potentially deadly.

“Me? When?” Far from alarmed, Jiang Fei’s expression hinted at… anticipation.

“Unclear. He’s compiling dossiers on top swordsmen, with yours flagged as priority. We’ll know when he issues the formal challenge.”

“Wait for his challenge?” Jiang Fei’s eyes turned glacial. “Playing defense isn’t my style. I prefer taking the initiative.”

Ye Yuanyuan blinked. “Meaning?”

“Is Miyamoto still in Huacheng?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Jiang Fei’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Then I’ll deliver myself to his doorstep. If I’m his target, let him face me now.”