Chen Shangwu took a few steps forward, looking at the lights and prosperity across the Qingyuan River. The Sovereign was suddenly overwheld with complex emotions.
There was pride, admiration, and also intense indignation.
Chen Shangwu stood shoulder to shoulder with Chen Yang, both n silent.
Such is the life of a man. Since ancient tis, it has been difficult to uphold both loyalty and righteousness. Take Chen Yang, for example. He paid with the blood of countless n and sacrificed the years of endless lives, yet he ended up in such a predicant.
Chen Shangwu let out a long sigh. "We have never had a drink together. How about today?"
"Next ti. I still have sothing to do today," Chen Yang said. "I'll definitely have a proper drink with you then."
"Hmm?" Chen Shangwu raised an eyebrow, a puzzled look on his face.
"A friend of mine from Lingjin City has run into so trouble. I need to check on him," Chen Yang explained.
That young Taoist, Qin Hao, was as naïve and innocent as ever. While others only made empty boasts, he actually went and attacked the Wang Family single-handedly just to defend his own na. Doesn't he know that while this world has plenty of people shalessly seeking fa, it has even more shaless old scoundrels who bully the few with their numbers? Once you beat the young, the old imdiately jump out. Each one is more skilled than the last at protecting their own. Not to ntion, he went right to their doorstep.
"This youngster does indeed have potential. After not seeing him for just two years, his strength has grown. Crushing Wang Teng underfoot really is satisfying."
"But the Wang Family is going too far. Several of their old-tirs ganged up to suppress him and even took his weapon."
Speaking of this, a cold smile touched Chen Yang's lips. "Do they really think I, Chen Yang, have beco a sick cat that anyone can just step on?"
Chen Shangwu chuckled. "I'm afraid that's exactly what so people think."
Chen Yang stubbed out his cigarette, his mind cleared of all distracting thoughts as his usual ruthless deanor returned.
"You... your killing intent is heavier than anyone else's," Chen Shangwu said, shaking his head with an amused chuckle.
"Bla the countless people who are always stirring up trouble. If they don't see a little blood, do they really think I, Chen Yang, am a pushover?" Chen Yang waved his hand dismissively and strode away.
「The Wang Family.」
The atmosphere was heavy.
The brashly ambitious Wang Teng, who had been raring to challenge Chen Yang, was defeated before he could even begin. He lost to so youngster who claid to be Chen Yang's underling. The entire Wang Family was in a state of stunned silence.
Never mind all the resources the family had poured into his training; Wang Teng had spent ten years in seclusion at Yuning Mountain's Biluo Sword Valley, preparing to make a brilliant return. Instead, he was slapped across the face several tis right at his own doorstep, and his composure completely shattered.
If Wang Qing hadn't ganged up on him with several other family experts, that seemingly naïve but incredibly ferocious youth might have crippled Wang Teng.
The entire district where the Wang Family resided was in an uproar. Their family had been utterly humiliated.
Furious, Wang Qing had wanted to kill Qin Hao on the spot. However, considering that Qin Hao's possession of a Treasure Weapon implied he had backing from an extraordinary power, they only confiscated his sword. The Wang Family's plan was to wait for the people from Biluo Sword Valley to arrive. It wouldn't be too late to slaughter him then.
As for Wang Teng, he locked himself in his room and refused to co out. Wang Qing, who had always boasted, "My son has the True Dragon Form and will undoubtedly suppress all his contemporaries," was so enraged he lost his appetite.
It was too embarrassing, too pathetic. How could Wang Qing ever show his face in public again after the person who shad his family was allowed to walk away scot-free?
As for Qin Hao, the instigator of this incident, he beca famous overnight. He was now the subject of endless discussion.
In the mansion of a wealthy family, Qin Hao clutched his chest, his face as pale as paper. "They agreed to a fair fight, but then they ganged up on ," he said fiercely. "How can people be so shaless?"
My master did say the world is a malicious place. It seems I fell for it after all.
Qin Hao sighed. What angered him most was that the Sanqing Sword, an heirloom from his great-grandmaster, had been shalessly confiscated.
However, there was a silver lining. Could this be love? He was in a grand mansion, and his savior was a wealthy young lady. Not only was she beautiful, but she was kind-hearted as well.
"Qin Hao, are you feeling better?" the girl in the red dress, Xiaofeng, asked as she brought over a bowl of steaming rice porridge.
"Yes, much better." Qin Hao scratched his head, slightly embarrassed. "Xiaofeng, sorry to trouble you."
Xiaofeng rolled her eyes at him. "If you say that again, I'll hit you!"
Qin Hao took the rice porridge and lowered his head, gulping it down.
Xiaofeng sat down beside him, propping her chin on one hand. Her lively eyes stared unblinking at Qin Hao. "Hey, with that silly look on your face, how on earth did I end up liking you?"
COUGH, COUGH.
Qin Hao nearly choked and began coughing violently.
My master used to say that won are tigers—the kind that devour a man whole, bones and all. Could this be what he ant?
Qin Hao's face was burning hot. He wiped the corner of his mouth, surprised to find traces of blood. Although he had escaped the old-tirs' ambush, he had been seriously injured. The coughing had aggravated his internal wounds.
"Oh dear, you need to lie down!" Xiaofeng quickly stood up, took the porridge bowl from him, and used a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from his mouth, urging him to get back in bed.
"I'm—"
Just as Qin Hao was about to say he was fine, he was t with Xiaofeng's wide, glaring eyes. "Lie. Down."
"Oh." Qin Hao didn't dare argue and obediently lay on the bed.
"Damn that Wang Family! They've gone too far!" Xiaofeng muttered with a pout. Then she asked quizzically, "You said Chen Yang is your big brother, right? Why don't you ask him to help you get your Sanqing Sword back?"
Qin Hao gave a silly smile. "My big brother... he's very busy."
"You aren't just making that up, are you?" Xiaofeng said, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
Then she thought about it and realized it was entirely possible. Who is Chen Yang? He's the Forr Chief Military Commander, fresh off a major victory. How could a great man like that possibly know a goofy kid like Qin Hao?
"Aha, Qin Hao! So you did lie to !" Xiaofeng was furious and pinched his thigh hard. "I hate it when people lie to !"
Qin Hao offered no explanation. The two of them just stared at each other.
Golden sunlight from the setting sun poured through the window, blanketing them and outlining their forms in a golden trim.
Youth was a wonderful thing.
"You... you're really pretty," Qin Hao said suddenly.
A blush crept quietly across the girl's face.
"Hmph!" Xiaofeng turned her head away. The corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily, but she kept her pout and said, "Don't try to sweet-talk . I still haven't forgiven you for lying."
Qin Hao gave another silly smile. "I really didn't lie. Chen Yang is my big brother."
"Still stubbornly denying it?" Xiaofeng's eyes widened again. She looked fierce, but to Qin Hao, she was exceptionally beautiful.
So beautiful.
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