Chapter 67 Fortunately, I Had the Protective Talisman Given by Chu Tian

Ye Binglan’s body grew weak and limp, but she clung to the final threads of consciousness. She felt the hot breath from Situ Feng’s mouth against her neck. In that instant, a surge of intense revulsion rose within her, so strong it made her want to retch.

At that very moment, the amulet hanging from her neck shimmered faintly with a greenish light. Her powerful surge of emotion successfully triggered the amulet’s power. A beam of azure light shot forth, instantly releasing a formidable energy that wrapped Ye Binglan in a protective aura.

Boom!

The force unleashed by the amulet was no less than a full-strength blow from a martial grandmaster. Caught off guard, Situ Feng was sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall and spitting a mouthful of blood.

“Second Young Master!” Sun Zhou’s expression changed dramatically. In a flash, his form blurred and he appeared at Situ Feng’s side.

Meanwhile, Chu Tian’s heart jolted. Sensing a disturbance from his second senior sister’s amulet, he could no longer bother with teaching Yang Xuan a lesson and dashed out of the alley.

“Second Young Master, are you all right?” Sun Zhou asked anxiously, fearing something serious had happened to Situ Feng. They had been so sure Ye Binglan was completely defenseless, never expecting she harbored such a powerful talisman. Its force was formidable, easily rivaling the strike of a martial grandmaster. Fortunately, the rune was meant to protect Ye Binglan, not to kill her assailant. Thus, Situ Feng was merely thrown back, suffering only moderate injuries.

“I’m fine.” Situ Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face dark with fury. Ye Binglan was merely a martial artist, with no powers of her own—who on earth had crafted this talisman?

“Go. Break that rune for me,” Situ Feng ordered. He hadn’t wanted Sun Zhou to intervene, but he knew he couldn’t break the rune himself.

Sun Zhou nodded. Channeling his energy, he struck Ye Binglan with a palm. Instantly, a blast of force shot forth, hitting her directly.

Boom!

The protective aura around Ye Binglan shattered, dissolving into sparks that drifted down around her.

Seeing this, Situ Feng stood up, intending to seize Ye Binglan once more. But before he could move, a sharp pain stabbed through his chest. Although the amulet hadn’t dealt him a fatal blow, the injury was worse than he’d expected. Helpless, he could only sit cross-legged on the ground, quietly regulating his breath. Any exertion made his chest throb with pain; healing would have to come first.

Meanwhile, the fierce fighting on the second floor had already alarmed the guests below.

“The Queen of the Night is fighting someone?”

“Who’s got the nerve to cause trouble in the Night Bar?”

“Keep your voice down. I recognize that young man upstairs—he’s the second son of the Situ family, Situ Feng.”

“One of the four great clans of Tianmen City?”

“The Queen of the Night dares offend the Situ family? Does she have a death wish?”

The crowd was instantly abuzz with speculation. Ye Binglan’s skills were impressive, but she was just a woman—how could she possibly contend with one of the city’s four great clans? Especially the Situ family, whose strength far surpassed the other three. The Wei, Han, and Song families were among the four great clans only because their potential topped out at that level; the Situ family, however, had claimed the pinnacle, limiting themselves only by having already reached the top. If the true strength of the four clans were measured, even if the Wei, Han, and Song families joined forces, they would still not be a match for the Situ family.

Ye Binglan had once been ignorant of the Situ family’s true power. Now, she had witnessed it firsthand. The Situ were not merely a commercial powerhouse, but an ancient martial clan. Unlike Wei Yuansheng, who had only stumbled upon fragments of ancient martial arts and barely reached the rank of inner power expert, the Situ family’s heritage was deep and longstanding. Even a second-generation scion like Situ Feng was an inner power expert—such foundations were beyond the reach of the other great clans.

In Tianmen City, there was no one less to be trifled with than the Situ family—vast in power, astonishing in strength, and unfathomable in depth.

At that moment, the bar’s staff hurried to the staircase, intending to rush to the second floor. But Sun Zhou stood at the top, forbidding anyone to approach.

“Go up!” someone urged, and with a moment’s hesitation, the staff charged the stairs. Sun Zhou reached out and gripped the armrest of a nearby sofa. With a casual lift, he raised the four-hundred-pound piece into the air.

The crowd gasped in shock, frozen in place. With one hand, Sun Zhou sent the massive sofa hurtling into the throng below.

On the staircase, a swath of people were knocked down in an instant, tumbling to the floor—many grievously injured, some perhaps worse. Sun Zhou then leapt atop the sofa, landing with a foot on its back. Those who escaped injury recoiled in terror; none dared approach again.

Chaos erupted in the bar. Some of the more timid patrons had already fled. Watching a ruckus might be human nature, but there’s a limit—past a certain point, trouble is sure to find you.

Outside the bar, before the alley.

Chu Tian had just left the alley when he saw people running from the bar in panic. Among them was Fang Yi, the girl who had sat with Li Xin earlier.

“Fang Yi, what happened?” Chu Tian caught her as she fled, still pale with fright. Li Xin followed close behind, also emerging from the alley.

“There’s a fight! Your second sister and the Situ family’s second young master are fighting!” Fang Yi gasped, finally recognizing Chu Tian.

At her words, Chu Tian’s face darkened. The Situ family? He hadn’t gone to settle accounts with them yet, but now they were making trouble for his second senior sister?

In a heartbeat, Chu Tian’s entire bearing changed. His body blurred, becoming a ghostly afterimage as he shot toward the bar. Fang Yi saw only a flicker—before she could blink, Chu Tian had vanished before her eyes, swift as a phantom.

A moment later, Chu Tian burst into the bar. Immediately, the staff surrounded him.

“Mr. Chu, the boss is upstairs,” they reported, their faces bruised and battered, evidence of their earlier fall.

“Get everyone else out—don’t stay here,” Chu Tian ordered with a wave of his hand.

Hearing his command, the staff exchanged glances. Knowing Chu Tian’s close relationship with Ye Binglan, they obeyed without protest. In moments, the bar was evacuated.

Yet Li Xin and the bar staff all worried—surely Chu Tian was no match for Situ Feng…