The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 293

The hunting competition was undoubtedly won by Jiang Fei. A wild boar king weighing around five hundred jin—when the group arrived at the scene and saw the body blown to a bloody pulp, they couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

Of course, this was no longer the focus. No one had the spare energy to care about who had bagged how much game. Half an hour after the incident, the entire hunting ground was completely cleared. A perimeter was set up at the foot of the mountain, barring anyone from entering. Various special forces and unusual figures began appearing on site.

The poor owner of this hunting ground, who had connections enough to open such a place, now found himself in deep trouble. Not only was his business undoubtedly ruined, but he was also likely to be implicated. He had no idea how to distance himself from this incident.

If this had been an ordinary assassination attempt, even with high-tech weapons, certain special circles might have been given some leeway, and the relevant authorities might not have even stepped in. Much like how many matters in the martial world are handled with a degree of tolerance, the oversight isn’t particularly strict.

But the crux of the matter was that this was no simple assassination.

The fact that Pang Xiong, a promising officer from the Jinling Military Region, had suddenly turned into an assassin targeting Jiang Fei—whose status was now highly “special”—made this anything but minor.

This indicated that the revolutionary ranks had been infiltrated by traitors! The enemy had breached their defenses!

So, when Ye Yuanyuan reported the incident, it immediately garnered high-level attention and triggered a thorough investigation.

The results aligned closely with what Jiang Fei and Ye Yuanyuan had suspected. The ten-person team sent to assassinate Jiang Fei, including the deeply hidden Pang Xiong, belonged to the same organization as Hua Handong—the one who had poisoned Old General Ye and smeared the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association!

“I’m just a doctor. Why are they so fixated on me? Using such immense resources to kill me—isn’t that overkill? Wouldn’t it be better to focus on something actually productive?” Jiang Fei felt both furious and wronged.

Even though he was the chairman of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, hailed as the “Acupuncture King,” and a leading figure in China’s martial world, known as the “Sword God,” he had never been deeply involved with the government.

He hadn’t entered politics or taken up any official post, nor had he joined any special forces or carried out covert missions. Even his friendship with Old Master Ye Zhennan had never extended into military affairs. At most, he had leveraged the Ye family’s influence to show off a little.

Even his Jiang Clinic and Jiang Pharmaceutical Company were clean, with no financial ties to the government. Jiang Fei had always aimed to live as a handsome, carefree man, avoiding unnecessary troubles.

So why were these bastards so obsessed with him?!

It seemed they wouldn’t rest until he was dead. What had he ever done to them? What grudge did they hold?

“What do you mean by ‘something productive’? Are you suggesting they go assassinate someone else instead?” Ye Yuanyuan shot him an exasperated look.

“I just feel like I don’t warrant this level of attention. Why am I worth such an elaborate assassination attempt?” Jiang Fei frowned, clearly displeased.

“Of course you are. Ever since you took over the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and strengthened its influence, you’ve become a target. And now, with all the commotion you’ve stirred in the martial world—even killing Miyamoto Kazuma—you’ve made plenty of enemies who want you gone,” Ye Yuanyuan reminded him.

Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes. “Is this mysterious organization really so formidable? If their base isn’t in China, can’t we do anything about them? Waiting around for them to come after us isn’t sustainable. There’s a saying: ‘You can’t guard against a thief every day.'”

A fierce aura emanated from him as he paused before coldly adding, “Can’t we send a team to raid their headquarters and wipe them out? I’m willing to help—I’ll join you and lend a hand!”

This assassination attempt had truly angered him.

It left him feeling restless. He wouldn’t be at ease until those lurking in the shadows were eliminated. The previous attempt in Jincheng was understandable—it was because he was treating Old Master Ye Zhennan. But this time, he hadn’t done anything, yet they still came for him. Clearly, they saw him as a mortal enemy.

In that case, Jiang Fei wouldn’t hold back. Just like this time, he would annihilate the entire assassination squad without mercy.

Ye Yuanyuan glanced at him, understanding his rage. Still, she shook her head. “No. At least, not now. When the time comes, I’ll let you know. But…”

“But what?” Jiang Fei asked impatiently.

“We can handle the investigation into this assassination for now. We’ll dedicate all our resources to getting to the bottom of it. But there’s something else you need to be aware of—something we can’t help you with,” Ye Yuanyuan said.

Without waiting for him to ask, she continued, “While investigating Pang Xiong’s background, I incidentally learned some news about the Japanese kendo community. Word of your defeat of Miyamoto Kazuma has spread back to Japan, causing quite a stir. You know how their martial world is—steeped in bushido spirit. Their country may be small, but their pride and confidence are immense. Even though Miyamoto Kazuma wasn’t well-regarded in their circles, he was still one of them. I’ve heard that the Japanese kendo community is now rallying to call upon some ancient masters to reclaim their honor…”

Jiang Fei, however, seemed unbothered and even pleased. “Don’t worry about that! If they challenge me openly, I’ll fight them. As long as they don’t resort to sneak attacks, I’m fine with it!”

He was almost delighted at the prospect of Japanese swordsmen challenging him. They were practically here to deliver experience points and internal energy!

Last time, Miyamoto Kazuma alone had gifted him over three years’ worth of internal energy. If a few of these ancient masters showed up, Jiang Fei estimated his Beiming Divine Skill could directly advance to the second layer.

Originally, Jiang Fei hadn’t planned to stay long in Beijing. He intended to see Bai Ruoxi, spend the night, and then head back.

But with Simba and the eagle in tow, Bai Ruoxi’s small apartment couldn’t accommodate these two large animals. He didn’t even dare bring them into the city center. Imagining walking Simba in a residential park was far from ideal—most people would likely flee in terror at the sight of the fierce lion and immediately call the police.

However, when Jiang Fei visited the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association’s headquarters to check on the progress of various projects, something came up that forced him to extend his stay in Beijing for a couple of days.

“Hey, Jiang Fei? What are you doing in Beijing?” Cui Xuping asked in surprise when he saw him.

After Jiang Fei became the chairman of the association, since he couldn’t stay in Beijing year-round, he had specifically appointed Cui Xuping as his assistant. Many of the association’s tedious tasks, as long as they weren’t critically important, were delegated to him.

The leaders of the three millennial schools hadn’t objected to this decision.

After all, Cui Xuping’s background was impeccable—Grandmaster Cui’s grandson, one of only two heirs, fully trained in the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, and the definite future successor of the Cui family.

Even if his medical skills weren’t as transcendent as Jiang Fei’s (whose abilities were practically cheat-level, likely on par with legends like Hua Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing), Cui Xuping was still among the best of the younger generation within the association. His medical ethics were also beyond reproach.

With both capability and background, no one opposed Cui Xuping’s appointment as assistant chairman.

“Why can’t I come? As chairman, I’m very concerned about the association’s development, so I came specifically to check on things,” Jiang Fei said without a hint of shame.

Cui Xuping shook his head helplessly. He didn’t buy Jiang Fei’s excuse for a second. If Jiang Fei were truly concerned about the association’s development, he himself wouldn’t be run off his feet every day, to the point of neglecting his own family’s Jishi Clinic.

The association used to have little to do, but after Jiang Fei took over and proposed a whole set of management plans, the workload skyrocketed. And with Jiang Fei being largely hands-off, the burden of implementation fell squarely on Cui Xuping, the assistant chairman.

Jiang Fei walked over to the desk, looked at the piles of documents, and nodded with satisfaction. He said earnestly, “Xiao Cui, work hard. I have high hopes for you. The burden of the revolution will eventually fall on your shoulders. I’m just tempering your resolve.”

The man in the robe who had initially rubbed him the wrong way now seemed much more agreeable. Jiang Fei found him quite decent after all.

Cui Xuping gave a wry smile, too tired to banter with Jiang Fei. “How long are you planning to stay in Beijing this time?”

“My flight is booked for tomorrow. Why?” Jiang Fei asked. After a moment’s thought, he added, “And I don’t have time this afternoon either. You know, I haven’t seen your sister-in-law in a while. I need to spend the afternoon with her. So, don’t think you can ask for time off just because I’m here.”

Cui Xuping’s facial muscles twitched. “And you still claim to be concerned about the association’s development? So you’re just here to loaf around?”

Jiang Fei simply smiled.

Cui Xuping waved his hand in resignation. “Relax, I’m not asking you to cover my shift. I wanted to tell you—my grandfather’s birthday is the day after tomorrow. His eightieth birthday is a major milestone that will be grandly celebrated. You have to attend, right?”

“Oh, that’s what it is,” Jiang Fei nodded. “Alright then, I’ll cancel my flight and leave after attending Old Master Cui’s birthday banquet.”