[Fantasy] The Great Sage's Joyful Heaven (Complete) - 7

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Chapter 64 of the Main Text: Leng Family's Adopted Son
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"A divine masterpiece!" This was the only word that popped into Leng Xuanwen's mind when he saw Yan Nange
's jewelry set! Leng Xuanwen was a man of the world, having seen countless pieces of jewelry in his life, including masterpieces by renowned artists. But when he saw this set in his hands, his hands trembled, his eyes welled up with tears, and finally, like a little girl, he sobbed and cried while holding the jewelry set. Anyone who loves something and sees a masterpiece that captivates them and makes them unable to resist it is bound to react this way!
Everyone understood the boss's feelings, so they weren't surprised by his reaction. Yan Nange, however, was quite frightened by everyone's cries and laughter, and it took her a long time to recover.
After calming down, Leng Xuanwen repeatedly thanked his three masters, Li Gaoliu, for teaching such a good disciple. At the same time, it was announced that an additional 200 taels would be added to the three master craftsmen's monthly salary of 600 taels, bringing the total to 800 taels per month. This was undoubtedly the highest salary in the industry for the three master craftsmen.
The three master craftsmen repeatedly shook their heads and waved their hands, refusing the offer. They said it was due to Nan Ge's high talent and deep understanding of the craft, and had nothing to do with their teaching; they had only taught the basics. They refused any reward without merit. Leng Xuanwen didn't insist further, deciding to give them more in the year-end bonus.
Leng Xuanwen carefully placed Yan Nan Ge's rose-themed jewelry set, named "Blooming Roses," in a beautiful and valuable box brought by Lao Wu, and left the workshop amidst the reluctant gazes of the others. Yan Nan Ge followed behind him; he had something to discuss with her.
The two entered a living room in the back courtyard of Leng Yue Zhai. Leng Xuanwen went into the inner room first to place "Blooming Roses" before sitting down, inviting Yan Nan Ge to sit as well. A maidservant brought over fragrant tea. Leng Xuanwen took a sip, sighed contentedly, and smiled, saying, "Nange, I'd like to sign a new contract with you."
Leng Xuanwen stared into Yan Nange's eyes, as if trying to see into his heart. His gaze held admiration, sincerity, and expectation.
Yan Nange didn't think Leng Xuanwen was making this request out of fear of him leaving because of his talent. He felt Leng Xuanwen had a deeper meaning, though he wasn't sure exactly what it was. However, he completely agreed to Leng Xuanwen's request. In his eyes, the Leng family was no different from his own, so helping Leng Yuezhai was both right and necessary. He smiled and said, "Nange has no objection. As Uncle Leng wishes!"
Leng Xuanwen smiled happily; this outcome was exactly what he expected. He smiled and called out, "Leng Shan!" As
soon as he finished speaking, Leng Shan, the Leng family's steward, came out from the inner room, holding a contract.
Yan Nange didn't even glance at it before writing his name on the contract and pressing his fingerprint. He had no doubts about Uncle Leng.
Leng Shan took the contract and left. Leng Xuanwen burst into laughter. Yan Nange's actions were exactly as he had expected. After laughing, he said, "Nange, aren't you afraid I'll sell you off?"
Yan Nange felt uneasy at Leng Xuanwen's laughter, thinking to himself, "Why does Uncle Leng's laughter have such a sinister feel to it?" He smiled and said, "Uncle Leng cares for me like a father, how could he sell me? Even if I were sold by you, as long as you're happy, I'd be willing!"
Yan Nange's words came from the bottom of his heart. His feelings for Leng Xuanwen were truly like a son's for his father—a mixture of gratitude, affection, and complete trust.
Leng Xuanwen saw the sincerity in Yan Nange's eyes and was deeply moved. He sighed and patted him on the shoulder. With tears welling in his eyes, he solemnly said, "Ge'er, those words are so heartwarming. From now on, you are my son!"
Yan Nange was deeply moved upon hearing this and immediately knelt before Leng Xuanwen, his voice trembling as he said, "Ge'er greets Father!"
Leng Xuanwen quickly helped Yan Nange up, took a breath, and said, "I, Leng Xuanwen, finally have a son! Ge'er..." Leng Xuanwen held Yan Nange's hand, unable to continue, tears streaming down his face.
Yan Nange, moved by his adoptive father's weeping, finally couldn't hold back his own tears. But in his heart, he felt incredibly warm. He, Yan Nange, finally had a father!
It took a long time for the two to calm down. Thinking of the two grown men weeping like little girls, the father and son first felt embarrassed, then burst into laughter. After crying and laughing, their relationship became even closer and more harmonious.
Leng Xuanwen thought of the family business being carried on, the hope of bringing glory to the lineage, and having someone to care for him in his old age and see him off in his final days; his heart was filled with joy.
The Leng family had only daughters in this generation, and no new male heirs had been born for over ten years. Leng Xuanren and his three younger brothers, along with their wives, consulted many renowned doctors, including the legendary physician Hua Jishi. The conclusion was that the four brothers lacked vital essence and were infertile. This news was a devastating blow to the Leng family. The Leng family line was about to end!
They initially considered adopting or having a child raised to continue the family line, but then they thought, "It's like trying to put dog meat on a pig's back—you can't see what the child will look like when he grows up. If he's filial, great; if not, it's like inviting a wolf into the house." So they rejected this idea.
Later, they decided that whichever husband of the seven Leng daughters was willing could have their child bear the Leng surname. If none of them were willing, then it was fate, and there was nothing to complain about.
Actually, from the first moment Leng Xuanwen saw Yan Nange, he felt this young man was extraordinary, and at the same time, he felt a close connection and a strong connection with him. The more he saw him, the more he liked him, and he took great care of Yan Nange. Yan Nange's appearance changed Leng Xuanwen's mind, leading him to consider adopting Yan Nange as his godson.
However, Leng Xuanwen considered Yan Nange's young age and wanted to observe him closely, fearing that adopting him too early would spoil him. Therefore, he kept the idea to himself, allowing Yan Nange to hone his skills in the workshop.
Later, Yan Nange's performance in the workshop solidified Leng Xuanwen's positive impression of him and strengthened his resolve to adopt him. He discussed this idea with his mother and wife, and both the matriarch and madam agreed, trusting his judgment.
So, on the fifteenth of August, Yan Nange was invited to the Leng residence as a guest. However, Leng Xuanwen didn't realize that the timing was poor, inadvertently creating many formidable enemies for Yan Nange.
The matriarch took a liking to Yan Nange at first sight, leading to the gifting of rings and necklaces to Yan Nange and Zhu Ruoxi. What Yan Nange didn't know was that the ring he wore was no ordinary ring; it held great significance. Zhu Ruoxi was an accident, but she was very cute, so Old Madam Leng, out of affection for her, gave her a precious gift.

Chapter 65: Identity Exposed
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Since the Mid-Autumn Festival two days ago, Yan Nange had effectively been designated as Leng Xuanwen's adopted son. Old Madam Leng, Madam Leng, Leng Xuanwen, and his three younger brothers and sisters-in-law all knew this, except for Yan Nange himself.
Last night, Leng Xuanwen was surprised to discover that his sickly and melancholic eldest daughter, Ruqian, and Yan Nange were mutually in love. While he was relieved, he also felt some worry—Ruqian could leave at any time, and he feared Yan Nange wouldn't be able to bear the blow. Leng Xuanwen had long seen that Yan Nange was a person of deep feeling and took relationships very seriously.
However, Leng Xuanwen then thought that the other six daughters of the Leng family all had good feelings for Yan Nange, and perhaps in the future, their feelings might also blossom. Even if Ruqian were to pass away, Yan Nange would gradually recover with their companionship and comfort. Therefore, he, his wife, and his mother were all trying to create opportunities for Yan Nange to get closer to the girls from the Leng family.
Yan Nange never expected to accidentally wander into the garden, where so many beautiful flowers awaited him. Even more absurdly, this garden was only open to him! Fools sometimes have good fortune, and Yan Nange wasn't foolish, but his luck was truly remarkable.
The future is uncertain. Whether Yan Nange will be able to win over all the women in the world is another matter, but the numerous rivals in the city are destined to make his life difficult. Last night's two fights were the signal that his troubles were about to begin.
Yan Nange suddenly thought of Bi Wuzun, whom he hadn't seen for some time. The last time he saw him was when they were drinking together in a restaurant. The day after that, he poisoned Zhang Pangzi. They hadn't seen each other since.
Thinking of Bi Wuzun, Yan Nange also worried about Yan Baobao. He wondered what the little baby was doing in the underground ant world these past few days; she hadn't shown herself for so long. She had at least sent him a few blood ant eggs, letting him know she was doing well. Otherwise, he would have already risked his life to see this adorable baby!
"Have you heard? The triennial gladiatorial tournament is being held in Lantian City!"
"Of course I've heard! It's a great opportunity to gain fame and fortune. If you make it into the top ten, you'll receive a huge prize! And you can even become a bodyguard for the wealthy and powerful! It's a pity my old arms and legs aren't up to the task, otherwise I would definitely give it a shot!"
...
That evening, on his way home, Yan Nange's attention was drawn to the conversation of passersby.
"Master, what's this gladiatorial tournament all about?" Yan Nange asked his three masters curiously.
Master Liu said, "Every year, our Sheng Tang Kingdom holds a gladiatorial tournament. The participants include slaves of nobles and poor people yearning for fame and fortune. Life and death are irrelevant during the competition; the winner is the one whose opponent is too weak to get up! According to past rules, the top ten winners will receive freedom and a huge prize. The champion will also receive a prize of 100,000 taels of silver! Usually, these winners are eventually hired as bodyguards by the powerful and wealthy! What? You haven't heard of it?"
Master Li, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, looked at him and, without waiting for him to speak, continued, "Uh..." . This gladiatorial competition. . . Have you heard of the idiom "narrow escape from death"? This gladiatorial competition is even more terrifying than this! . . . Many people participate, but in the end there may not be any left. . . All. . . All dead! . . . All slaves compete every year. . . All tens of thousands, in the end. . . There are only a hundred left! . . . Even those who are not dead are still disabled. . . disabled. . . Being crippled is not a death in the end! . . . Phew! "
Yan Nange didn't expect this gladiatorial competition to be so cruel. It reminded him of the events in the Dragon and Tiger Arena. He also couldn't help but think of Biwu Zun. Will he participate in this competition?... I really missed him.
Yan Nange came to the door of his house and saw only the inside. The lights were bright, and he felt something was wrong. His keen senses told him that someone was waiting for him at home!
At the same time, he also smelled a very familiar smell - Bi Wuzun and the eight brothers, as well as the people who caused trouble for him last night!
It was a blessing, not a curse! Yan Nange's heart trembled violently, suspecting that his identity had been exposed! But with his friends and brothers present, he had no choice but to face the situation head-on.
Sure enough, upon entering the courtyard, he saw Zhou Ba leading a group of people surrounding a noble young man seated in a chair. Yan Nange recognized him immediately: Lan Tianhen, the son of the Black Stone Island Lord.
Beside him were nine people bound hand and foot—Bi Wuzun, and the eight brothers, Da Han and Xiao Mao!
Yan Nange noticed that they all had pale faces, closed eyes, and were swaying slightly as if they had been poisoned. His heart skipped a beat; he knew tonight's matter was going to be difficult!
"No wonder they sent people to the mine to ransom him, only to say he'd already been ransomed. But how did they know my identity?" Yan Nange found this very strange.
Among Lan Tianhen's men, Yan Nange sensed several experts, forcing him to abandon his risky gamble. It seemed that compromise was truly the only option.
Although Yan Nange's heart was churning with turmoil, his face remained calm and composed. He cupped his hands and said, "Young Master
, it's an honor to have you here! I'm so sorry for not welcoming you sooner!" Lan Tianhen laughed loudly and said, "Man proposes, God disposes! I never imagined you were a runaway slave from my mine. Hahaha! The adopted son of the Leng family, the future son-in-law of the Leng family. Stop dreaming! You'd
better obediently be a slave!" Yan Nange laughed, "Young Master Lan, you should at least have some basis for your words. I could say you're my slave!
If you don't have any basis, then it's better not to say anything, otherwise you'll just become a laughing stock!" Lan Tianhen laughed, "Indeed, you're very cunning. Li Pibian was right! But it doesn't matter. If you're not a runaway slave, then you have nothing to do with these people. I'll just kill them!"
Upon hearing the name "Li Pibian," Yan Nange's teeth itched with hatred. He hadn't expected that it was that bastard who had harmed him again, but how did he know his identity? He had changed so much since then!
"Hahaha... Little Seven, I didn't expect to meet you here again, what a pleasure! Are you curious how I recognized you? It's actually very simple, because no matter how you change, your scent will never change... Actually, I knew you weren't dead, but I didn't expect you to escape here and live so smugly!... Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm now a steward under the young master, and you'll have to work for me from now on! Hahaha..."
Li Pibian walked out from the crowd, very smug. Lan Tianhen also laughed loudly. In their eyes, Yan Nange was already meat on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered at will.

Chapter 66 Peerless Beauty
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Yan Nange also laughed, then coldly said, "You laughed too soon. I'm sorry, I don't recognize any of these people, you can kill them all. Just don't kill them here, this isn't your territory! Please leave."
His words froze the smiles on the faces of the Lan brothers and Li Pibian. Yan Nange added, "Also, don't play these tricks on me again. Don't think that just because you have connections you can bully me. Things change, and you might have your day! Please leave now, I won't see you off."
The Lan brothers and Li Pibian laughed again. Li Pibian said, "I knew you'd pull this! But it's alright... You can keep all these people, but they're all poisoned. Without our young master's antidote, they'll die within forty-nine days!... If you want to save them, you must participate in this gladiatorial tournament. If you win, you'll get the antidote; if you lose, accept your fate."
With that, the group left, leaving Bi Wuzun and Da Han behind.
Yan Nange sighed and led everyone inside. Looking at their faces, he felt terrible.
He first boiled some blood ant eggs and gave them to everyone to drink. After a while, Bi Wuzun woke up, but the eight people were still unconscious.
"Brother Yan, thank you! It's so good to see you again." Bi Wuzun weakly grasped Yan Nange's hand, his large eyes filled with gratitude and joy, with tears glistening beneath.
"Thank me for what? For not saving you?" Yan Nange smiled bitterly, brushing his disheveled hair behind his ear. His small hands and ears were delicate and smooth, unlike anything a man would have. His eyes and voice were also beautiful and sweet. Seeing
Bi Wuzun like this made Yan Nange feel an irresistible urge to pity him... although, pity shouldn't be used to describe a young boy.
Bi Wuzun smiled, his plump, diamond-shaped lips slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of snow-white pearls. Only then did Yan Nange realize that he really did look like a girl, and a stunningly beautiful one at that!
He said softly, "Although I was poisoned, my mind is still very clear. And I can sense the subtle changes in everyone. Judging from your frantic heartbeat, you actually made a decision a long time ago, but you couldn't just give up, so you decided to take a gamble to see if you could make the outcome better! In the end, you won."
Yan Nange was quite surprised by Bi Wuzun's keen insight. He hadn't expected this taciturn young man to have such a wise and quick-witted side. Appearances can be deceiving, that saying is really true! He had always thought the other person was just an ignorant child.
"Little Zun, I have a question. Are you a man or a woman?" Yan Nange finally couldn't suppress his curiosity.
Bi Wuzun's skin outside the mask had turned a flushed red, and his eyes held a strange glint. "So, would you prefer me to be a man or a woman?"
Yan Nange was taken aback, then thought for a moment and said, "I think you'd be very beautiful and cute if you were a girl!" After saying this, he immediately felt a little heartless; his brothers were poisoned and unconscious, yet he still had the mind to say such frivolous things.
A captivating light flashed in Bi Wuzun's eyes, then she smiled sweetly, stood up, hugged his neck, kissed his face, and said softly, "Since you like it, then I'm a girl!... Your girl."
When she said "Your girl," her voice was very soft, and at the same time, her small lips sealed Yan Nange's lips. ...
Before they knew it, their clothes were completely removed. Yan Nange hadn't expected Bi Wuzun's body to be so beautiful, flawlessly beautiful.
In short, Yan Nange never imagined that Bi Wuzun's body would be so beautiful—pure as an angel, alluring as a devil!
Finally, with a delicate cry, a vibrant red flower bloomed on the snow-white sheets, dazzling and radiant...
Bi Wuzun's eyes were blurry with tears, and it took a while for the bitterness to subside before the joy washed over her, a wave of pleasure overwhelming her heart, leaving her intoxicated.
At that moment, Bi Wuzun's emerald green mask suddenly fell off, revealing an unparalleled beauty!
Yan Nange was right; she was indeed a beauty! But he was also wrong, because her beauty was completely beyond his expectations!
Bi Wuzun's beauty had reached an unimaginable level!
Yan Nange had always thought Xiangxiang was beautiful enough, legendary in her beauty. Later, he met Linglu, Qingcheng, Xueying, and the Leng sisters, who were also very beautiful.
However, compared to Bi Wuzun's beauty, their beauty paled in comparison. It was like comparing the brilliance of stars to the moon—they were simply not on the same level!
There was probably no word in the world that could describe Bi Wuzun's beauty! And he, Yan Nange, was the man of this stunningly beautiful woman!
From that moment on, happiness seemed boundless...

Chapter Sixty-Seven of the Main Text: Gladiator Tournament
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For some reason, Yan Nange kept experiencing similar things. The next morning, Bi Wuzun was nowhere to be found, not even a word left behind.
Looking at the empty space on the bedsheet, Yan Nange sighed. His mood was terrible.
Yan Nange had signed up for the Gladiator Tournament. He hadn't participated in the pre-tournament selection; he had been directly sent into the tournament by the Lan brothers as a slave from the Black Stone Mine.
Yan Nange hadn't told anyone about this.
On the third day, the Gladiator Tournament began. Yan Nange asked for a few days off, saying he wanted to relax. Leng Xuanren also felt he was too busy and tired, so he happily agreed. He even told him to have fun!
Early in the morning, he took a carriage to the grand training ground for ten thousand people in the north of Lantian City! High stands had been erected around the grand arena, where the Grand Tang Empire's gladiatorial tournament would be held!
Yan Nange and the other three gladiators from the mines changed into white warrior uniforms beneath the bustling stands, each carrying a short sword. This was all the gladiators' equipment.
The draws for Yan Nange and the others had already been prepared for them, and he had also signed a life-or-death contract. The other three had never even seen such a thing; for slaves, life and death were merely a matter of a master's word or even a glance! The four of them were responsible for gladiatorial combat, or rather, risking their lives.
All the contestants lined up in long queues at various entrances below the stands, waiting to enter the arena. Yan Nange looked around and saw only burly figures and resolute, beast-like eyes! The slave contestants who came to this arena were all prepared to lose their lives.
The gladiators occasionally looked up at the blue sky and the bright sun above, and at the drifting Yan Nange, who was also looking.
How beautiful this world was! The vast blue sky, the bright sunshine, and Yan Nange's graceful figure! If victory is the only outcome, then the vast blue sky will belong to you, and the sun will shine upon you. If you lose... then life will vanish like a fleeting cloud, scattered by the wind, leaving no trace in the sky.
A resounding gong echoed, instantly silencing the noisy arena. A series of drumbeats followed, gradually increasing in speed, filled with the chilling sounds of battle, stirring both the blood and the heart!
The drums ceased, the gong sounded again. The gong fell silent, the horns sounded, and the match began!
Hundreds of exits below the stands opened simultaneously, and the three gladiators at the front of the line, led by a blue-clad warrior, descended several dozen steps into the arena.
Yan Nange was seventh in his line, part of the third wave of gladiators. Gazing at the gladiators bravely facing their battle, he felt a surge of fighting spirit mixed with profound sorrow.
In this world, the lives of slaves are as insignificant as ants and blades of grass! He was now a slave too, his freedom and life enslaved.
Looking at the elegantly dressed, laughing and chatting noblewomen in the stands, he felt a deep disgust. Could such a group of people, draped in fine clothes but devoid of conscience, still be called human?
Fortunately, he didn't see anyone from the Leng family in the crowd, otherwise his mood would probably be even worse.
The rhythmic beat of drums filled the arena with a heavy, tense atmosphere. Shouts of killing, the clash of metal, and the sounds of bodies colliding echoed continuously in the arena.
Yan Nange's smile remained bright, but his heart clenched painfully. This was the first time he had witnessed such a cruel scene; so many vibrant lives had been turned into corpses in the blink of an eye, blood splattering, limbs and internal organs flying everywhere. This wasn't a gladiator arena; it was a living hell on earth!
This competition was far more brutal than what Yan Nange had seen in the Dragon Tiger Arena; it was simply unbearable to witness. But he hardened his heart and continued watching. He wanted to learn fighting techniques from each competitor, to absorb their experiences of success and failure. He could apply the successful experiences and avoid repeating the mistakes of failure.
At his current stage, sentimentality was unacceptable; only defeating his opponents was the way to survive!
None of the first wave of gladiators from Yan Nange's team returned; they all died in the arena. A gong sounded, and the first match ended. The soldiers quickly carried or dragged away the corpses, then swiftly scattered a layer of fine sand on the blood-soaked arena. A gong sounded, and the second match began.
The three gladiators from the Black Stone Mine nodded goodbye to Yan Nange; it was very likely that this would be the last time the four of them saw each other! Watching their departing figures, Yan Nange, already standing in his team, recalled the days they had spent training and laughing together for the past half month, and the sorrow in his heart deepened!
On the vast road of life, who would accompany him to the very end? Perhaps only fleeting passersby, brief companions. In the end, he walked alone, trudging along. Xiangxiang was like that, and so were they!
Reality is always cruel; after the second match, all three gladiators from Blackstone Mine perished. Yan Nange silently prayed that they would have better fortune in their next life to compensate for the sorrow they had endured in this one.
It was his turn!
Yan Nange followed the blue-clad warrior down the steps and into the sun-drenched arena. The air was thick with the pungent, scorching smell of blood, a smell that made it hard for him to breathe.
He stretched his body forcefully, the feeling of power allowing him to breathe easily, the scorching blood filling him with a burning fighting spirit! If he was going to fight, he would win!
Yan Nange stopped warming up, gripped the short sword at his waist in a reverse grip, and smiled brightly at his opponent. This was a burly giant over two meters tall, his muscles bulging, incredibly powerful. He looked like a small mountain, or a Vajra!
"Damn it! What bad luck! My first opponent is this strong! Absolutely unlucky!" he cursed inwardly, his eyes already scanning his opponent's vital points, his body poised for a thunderous strike!

(Chapter 68: Exceptional Talent
- 10-21 10:17:01, 2553 words)

The gong sounded, the match began!
"Awooo—" The giant roared like a wild beast, his left fist flying towards him, his right hand thrusting with his short sword! Just as the
giant's fist was about to hit his face, Yan Nange ducked, swiftly slipping under his arm to his side, his left hand transforming into a palm strike, forcefully chopping at the back of the giant's neck.
With a thud, the giant collapsed into the dust, unconscious after being struck in the back of the neck by Yan Nange. All of this happened in an instant. A
burst of applause and cheers erupted from the stands. As Yan Nange returned to his team's victorious seat to rest, a blue-clad warrior presented him with some flowers. It was said that these were gifts from noblewomen to praise brave warriors! He scoffed! All nonsense!
Meanwhile, in a VIP box in the stands, a woman in white, her face veiled, leaned against a luxurious couch, languidly gazing at the arena through a small window. Beneath her snow-white skirt, a pair of delicate, snow-white feet were revealed, her pearly toenails painted with delicate pink nail polish, exceptionally alluring. Her beautiful eyes, clear and deep like an autumn pool, shimmered, lost in thought.
"Yu'er, what do you think of that person?" The woman's voice was also filled with languidness, a languidness that gave her sweet voice a bewitching allure. Hearing this, one couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
Behind her stood a tall, elegant young man in white. His handsome face, so exquisite it could make any woman pale, was devoid of any smile, as cold as an unyielding iceberg. He said curtly, "Exceptional talent, but utterly incompetent skills!" His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, a stark contrast to his appearance, completely incongruous!
The woman in white remained silent, closing her beautiful eyes and lying lazily. After a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze sharp and piercing. She said, "Yu'er, send someone to keep an eye on that person. If he survives to the end, he will be one of my disciples!" With that, she closed her eyes again, finding a comfortable position on the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh, and drifting off to sleep.
The young man called Yu'er looked at the sleeping woman in white, a look of pity suddenly appearing in his eyes. He picked up a white silk cloak and draped it over her exquisite, curvaceous body. He sighed, frowned slightly, and slowly left the private room.
In another VIP box, a young man in a golden crown and magnificent robes leaned back in a luxurious chair. His cold face was framed by a pair of sharp, piercing eyes.
He said slowly, "If he survives, I'll take him! Leng Yan, this matter is yours to handle!"
"Yes, sir!" A black-clad warrior kowtowed and strode out of the box.
The young man sighed and muttered to himself, "Alas! I hope you won't disappoint me!"
At this moment, Yan Nange was still sitting in his chair, intently watching the match and secretly practicing his skills. He was completely unaware that he was being watched. The
gladiatorial combat was fast-paced, with each match lasting less than a quarter of an hour. Half an hour later, the first round ended. After a short rest and a passionate dance, the second round began.
Yan Nange's team was reduced to less than a quarter of its original size; most of the rest had perished, and those who survived were crippled, awaiting only death—crippled slaves were merely a burden to their masters, worthless!
The blue-clad warrior carried a box of lots for the gladiators advancing to the second round to draw. Yan Nange drew number fifty, a red lot. The lot didn't bear his opponent's name; he would only find out who his opponent, sharing the same number fifty, was when he entered the arena.
The gong sounded, signaling the start of the second round. This time, Yan Nange stood at the head of his team, the first to enter the arena. Following the blue-clad warrior, he walked to his designated arena, separated by wooden railings. After stretching his body, he stopped and saw his opponent: a burly man less than 1.7 meters tall.
This man appeared to be around thirty years old, with a spiky beard and a body as strong as a bull! His mere presence gave Yan Nange an aura of unshakeable power. The burly man's small eyes were sealed shut, flashing with cold light; he was no easy opponent.
The gong sounded, and the first match of the second round began.
Yan Nange, as always, chose to wait and see. The burly man pressed forward step by step, his fists attacking simultaneously from the midsection and lower body, his movements incredibly fierce and swift, a stark contrast to his bulky physique.
After dodging dozens of punches, Yan Nange suddenly leaped into the air, his legs spinning in mid-air as he unleashed a flurry of kicks aimed at the burly man's head. His kicks were sudden, fast, and powerful. The burly man only took two kicks before being struck in the back of the head and collapsing to the ground unconscious!
This time, it all happened in a split second. The spectators only saw Yan Nange dodge a few times, then unleash two lightning-fast kicks. Upon landing, the burly man also fell to the ground!
There was no splattering blood, no screams or shouts, but this match was incredibly exciting! A thunderous roar of cheers erupted!
Yan Nange glanced at the unconscious burly man, sighed, and returned to his own door with his signature radiant smile, sitting down in the victor's seat. He silently watched the match unfold.
Another blue-clad warrior brought flowers, but Yan Nange didn't even glance at them, casually tossing them, along with the previous ones, into the nearby trash can.
The crowd was stunned—in their eyes, this was an honor, but he treated it like garbage! He was truly arrogant, even more arrogant than nobles!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Killing with a Laugh
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Was Yan Nange arrogant? He wasn't arrogant; he simply disliked the inhumanity of the powerful and wealthy.
The third round of the match began, and Yan Nange was once again among the first gladiators to enter the arena.
This time, the fighter was a thin, small man, seemingly frail, but at the very start of the match, he suddenly transformed into a lithe and powerful leopard. The speed and angle of his attacks sent a chill down Yan Nange's spine. This time, he had truly met his match!
After dodging and defending for over a hundred moves, Yan Nange suffered several cuts, looking rather battered, but he knew these wounds were shallow, merely superficial. The nobles in the stands and the spectators watching him mostly assumed he was about to lose.
Finally understanding his opponent's tactics, Yan Nange suddenly launched a fierce counterattack after blocking a sword strike. His short sword rained down on his opponent like a storm, and just as he was about to fall, he abruptly withdrew his sword, leaned back, and at the last second, pushed off with both hands, propelling himself towards his opponent. His legs swept out in a lightning-fast sequence, knocking the unsuspecting opponent down, then kicking him in the abdomen, sending him flying and crashing into the wooden railing. He was unconscious! Using the force of that
final kick, Yan Nange pushed off with both hands and sprang to his feet. The entire attack was swift, clean, and decisive, earning him another round of cheers.
He ignored the cheers, went over to wake his opponent, turned and left the arena, returning to his seat in the stands to rest. More flowers were brought to him, but he threw them into the trash can as usual. Throughout, a lazy but radiant smile remained on his face.
Round after round of matches, Yan Nange made a thrilling but ultimately safe run, gradually becoming one of the most watched gladiators. The cheers and applause he received grew louder and louder, and the number of flowers thrown into the trash can increased to the point that he no longer cared. He only needed one more win to enter the top ten!
This time, Yan Nange's opponent was a young man of similar build, but not overly robust. He had seen this opponent fight once before—brutal and bloody! This man appeared refined, but once he attacked, he was like a crazed beast, his attacks swift, ruthless, and precise, using every means possible! Such an opponent was terrifying, because he was no longer human!
At the sound of the gong, Yan Nange struck first. His attack was ruthless, his short sword raining down on his opponent in a fierce assault, while simultaneously launching surprise punches and kicks, giving his opponent no chance to retaliate. Under this relentless onslaught, his opponent was forced back step by step, almost touching the wooden railing!
A glint flashed in Yan Nange's eyes—his opportunity had arrived! He suddenly sprang up, launching a fierce downward attack from mid-air, shoving his opponent down. After landing, he leaped again, hovering above his opponent's head, kicking a wooden railing with his leg. Using the momentum, he spun around and delivered a powerful kick to the back of his opponent's neck! His opponent collapsed! He landed!
Cheers and applause erupted like a tidal wave. Yan Nange was, to date, the only gladiator to have entered the top ten without crippling or killing any opponent! His effortless, calm, and ever-present radiant smile earned him universal acclaim. Even his defeated opponents were utterly impressed!
Yan Nange returned to his seat, letting out a deep sigh, finally relaxing. His match was over; his goal of reaching the top ten had been achieved. He didn't intend to win any more matches! He wanted freedom, not to show off!
After a short rest, during the draw, he asked the blue-clad warrior if he could forfeit. The warrior said no, he had to finish the last match. The samurai then asked him curiously, "You had every chance to win the championship, why did you decide to forfeit?"
Yan Nange replied, "I'm feeling a bit tired, I don't want to fight anymore." The samurai shook his head, puzzled, and turned to leave.
Before the gong sounded, Yan Nange said to his new opponent, "I want to concede, is that alright?"
His opponent was a handsome young man with dark skin and a sinister, sharp gaze, like a wolf. The young man smiled and said, "Of course, but we should at least exchange a few blows!"
Yan Nange smiled and said, "Of course. Thank you."
The gong sounded, and the match began.
The young man suddenly lunged forward, pouncing on Yan Nange like a vicious wolf, his attack extremely fierce. Yan Nange dodged and defended for a while, finally seizing an opportunity. He took a few steps back and said, "I concede!"
The entire arena erupted in commotion. The young man smiled at him and nodded, indicating that he could leave. According to the rules of the competition, he could indeed leave, so he turned to leave. But after taking only two steps, he suddenly felt a whooshing sound behind him, and at the same time, screams came from the stands.
Oh no! Realizing the danger, Yan Nange immediately leaped more than two meters into the air. At that moment, the boy slashed a cold light with his knife beneath him. If he were still there, he would surely be a corpse!
The boy hadn't expected Yan Nange's reaction to be so quick, and that he could leap so high into the air. Unable to stop, he charged forward! Yan Nange was annoyed by his own naiveté, and for the first time, a chilling killing intent arose within him!
A smile suddenly appeared on Yan Nange's face, and he pounced forward like an eagle, using all his strength for the first time to kick the boy's neck with ferocious force. A cracking sound rang out! The boy's head drooped limply, and he collapsed to the ground! Not yet satisfied, Yan Nange landed and used his leg to lift the boy high into the air, then leaped high and kicked him repeatedly! A series of cracking sounds, like firecrackers, rang out, and the boy landed as a pile of minced meat!
After landing, Yan Nange returned to his seat without even glancing at the fallen corpse behind him. His smile returned to its usual languid radiance, his emotions having calmed after the cathartic release of the killing.
A long silence followed in the stands, then a deafening roar of cheers and applause. Yan Nange had been seated for some time. He seemed oblivious to the thunderous applause and cheers, merely smiling and watching the still-unfinished duel with narrowed eyes.
If Yan Nange's earlier demeanor was memorable, this duel was simply awe-inspiring! A merciful gladiator who hadn't harmed a single person had suddenly transformed into a demon who wouldn't even spare a corpse in the instant of being ambushed—how could this contrast not be shocking! Even more unforgettable was that he smiled even as he murdered and desecrated the body; in that moment, his smile was even more radiant!
With such deadly skill, he had previously conceded defeat! What kind of person was he? This was the question in many people's minds!
Yan Nange felt a pang of melancholy. To be honest, he didn't like killing! Therefore, he had always tried his best to avoid killing and to avoid being killed! He was initially relieved and fortunate that he hadn't killed or maimed anyone during his journey to the top ten, and that he himself hadn't suffered serious injuries! However, the boy still forced him to kill someone. He couldn't let the boy go unpunished, because such a person was too despicable and as ferocious as a beast; he wouldn't let such a person go out and harm others! Moreover, he absolutely wouldn't allow someone who tried to take his life to live! A woman's compassion was unacceptable; he wouldn't give his enemy another chance to harm him! In such a cruel world, sometimes, to survive, one must be ruthless!

(Chapter 70: Winning the Crown
: 10-21 10:17:02, Word Count: 2739)

The top five were divided, and Yan Nange drew a blank lot, luckily receiving a bye and directly entering the competition for the top three.
There is no such thing as fairness in this world; often, it depends on strength and luck. Just like now, four gladiators were fighting for their lives to enter the top three, and four more were fighting for rankings six through ten. Yan Nange, who didn't want to compete for this ranking, and another lucky individual, who drew a blank lot, were able to sit back and watch the fight, directly participating in the next round of the competition. This was fate.
Gladiators are cruel; even making it into the top ten cannot prevent death. Of the four gladiators in the top five, two were dead and two were crippled. Yan Nange didn't need to participate in the final match, becoming the champion! As for the matches for sixth to tenth place, they were concluded by drawing lots. This gladiator tournament opened brilliantly but ended absurdly and hastily!
Inside a refined residence in the Lan family mansion in Lantian City, an elderly man in fine clothes sat in a rocking chair, gently swaying with his eyes closed. He had a thin face, a broad forehead, and a straight nose, giving him an air of decisive wisdom.
A middle-aged man in blue robes, who appeared to be a steward, entered. Seeing the old man with his eyes closed, he remained silent and quietly stood by his side.
"Speak, what is it?" the old man asked, still with his eyes closed. His tone was gentle, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.
A look of reverence appeared on the middle-aged man's face as he bowed and said, "Master, King Liuli and Princess Yuluo have sent a short note."
The old man nodded slightly, and the middle-aged man opened the note, glanced at it, and said, "It's all about that escaped slave named Yan Nange from the mine!"
"In your opinion, who should this slave be given to?" the old man asked casually. The middle-aged man knew this was a test, and frowned, saying, "In my humble opinion, it should be given to neither!"
The old man's eyebrows twitched, and he asked, "Why is that?"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he said, "They are all nobles, making it difficult to choose. There is only one slave; rather than offending one side, it's better not to choose either. For now, neither side seems satisfied, but in the long run, both are satisfied."
The old man's fingers moved slightly on the armrest of his chair, and he said, "Have the slave come to the manor after the competition... However, the Leng family also needs an explanation..."
The old man finished speaking and gripped the armrest tightly: "It's all that bastard Tianhen's fault! Go and bring Tianhen back to me. Get the antidote. After that, confine him to his quarters. If he dares to step out of the manor again, make him change his surname!"
The middle-aged man, Steward Lan, knew that the old man's word was law, so he immediately bowed and quietly withdrew. Once outside the door, thinking of his young master, Lan Tianhen, he couldn't help but shake his head—poor old man, a hero all his life, yet he had a good-for-nothing son! Like father, like son, how wrong!
In a magnificent bedroom within a grand mansion in Lantian City, Princess Yuluo, dressed in a white gauze dress, lay languidly on a luxurious couch with her beautiful eyes closed. Her snow-white, slender ankles and a pair of exquisitely perfect little jade feet were exposed outside the dress, gleaming alluringly in the soft light. She gently teased a fluffy white kitten with her tender toes, and through the snow-white veil, one could vaguely see a lazy, sweet smile on her rosy lips.
The stunningly beautiful young man, Yu'er, walked barefoot on the snow-white carpet, his feet even whiter and more flawless than a snow-white robe. Those bare feet were as delicate, exquisite, and perfectly beautiful as Princess Yuluo's jade-like feet. Although his pink toenails were unpainted, they were just as alluring as Princess Yuluo's feet. Did these really look like a man's feet?
"Yu'er, did things not go smoothly?" Princess Yuluo stretched gently with her eyes closed, inadvertently revealing an irresistible curve to her full breasts, slender waist, and long, shapely legs. Her posture was graceful and captivating, like a dance.
Yu'er's eyes blazed with desire as he gazed at the alluring beauty before him. Her gaze quickly returned to calm, and she said stiffly, "Yes. The Prince of Liuli intervened. Old Man Lan simply refused to give him to anyone else, keeping him for himself... Moreover, this person is the adopted son of the Leng family. It was already difficult to handle."
Princess Yulu stretched, adjusting her body to a more comfortable side-lying position, a position that made her body appear even more curvaceous and alluring.
She sighed comfortably, then murmured, "He's cunning, but it's for the best. The Prince of Liuli can't have him either... Sigh, it's so hard to finally find someone I like, and I can only watch helplessly. How annoying!"
When she said "How annoying," her tone was like that of a spoiled little girl, making her look incredibly cute and playful.
This made Yu'er's gaze burn with passion again. He looked at her for a moment, and seeing that Princess Yulu had fallen into a deep sleep, his eyes flashed with deep pity. He took the silk quilt and gently covered her. Then he sat cross-legged beside the bed, gazing intently at the sleeping beauty.
In the study of another mansion in Lantian City, the handsome young Liuli Wang sat in a large chair, quietly reading a book. A dark figure silently approached the study door, kneeling without a word.
The young man didn't look up, saying calmly, "Leng Yan, this isn't your fault. I know what happened. Go and rest."
Leng Yan gratefully kowtowed and quietly left. The young man put down his book, looked at the hazy moonlight outside the window, bit his lip, and muttered to himself, "Why do you always have to oppose me?"
He paused for a moment, sighed, and got up to leave. The candlelight in the study went out a moment after he left.
In Lantian City, countless people were thinking of hiring Yan Nange as their bodyguard, but when they heard he was a slave from the Black Stone Mine, they all suppressed their thoughts and gave up hope—some people are untouchable, and even their people are untouchable. The Black Stone Mine owner, Lan Xiaoyang, was such a person!
Of course, none of these people knew Yan Nange's other identity; otherwise, they would have been astonished. Those who knew didn't have this thought; instead, they were speculating why Yan Nange wanted to participate in this gladiatorial tournament.

Chapter 71: Re-entering the Ant Kingdom
: 10-21 10:17:02 Word Count: 2428

Yan Nange didn't know how many stories about him had unfolded in Lantian City. At this moment, he was walking through the desolate wilderness of the mine under the bright moonlight, carefully observing the ground with a serious expression, as if he had seen something that moved him.
In the dense grass under the clear moonlight, three fist-sized, blood-red ants carried a small, emerald-green snake, marching forward with synchronized steps and high spirits. Their speed and agility were astonishing.
This scene was remarkably similar to a night long ago. The difference was that this time, Yan Nange was tracking them to find the entrance to the underground Blood Ant Kingdom—for some reason, the entrance had disappeared last time. This prevented him from entering to find his daughter, Yan Baobao.
Yan Nange had followed them all the way. Unbeknownst to him, he had arrived at the forest beside this desolate mountain ravine. It was still a forest; nothing had changed.
This was his first time in this forest, and he hadn't expected that what appeared so dense on the outside would contain such a vast expanse of grassland. The grassland here was noticeably denser and more vibrant than the grassland outside, appearing much more lively. However, because the grass was so tall, so lush, and so intensely colored, it gave him a mysterious and eerie feeling!
Three blood-red ants arrived at the center of the grassland. The grass here suddenly grew three or four times taller and ten times denser than the surrounding grass, looking like a giant clump of grass. A faint fragrance emanated from the grass, and he carefully sniffed it, discerning a faint fishy smell within the fragrance!
Yes, there must be an entrance to the underground blood ant kingdom here. The scene was almost exactly the same as last time.
The three blood-red ants carried the small emerald green snake into this unusual herb thicket, and Yan Nange followed them in.
The grass looked firm and sturdy, but touching it revealed its incredible softness, as if made of water. With a gentle nudge, the grass swayed and undulated, spreading outwards to form waves that covered the entire meadow. All of this was utterly silent; even his footsteps on the water-like grass made no sound!
Yan Nange moved with increasing caution and lightness, his eyes and ears keenly focused on his surroundings.
Suddenly, the three blood-red ants stopped. The lead ant spat out a glob of blood-red liquid, releasing a strong, pungent stench. The liquid seeped into the grass, causing the grass growing in that area to wither rapidly and turn to dust in no time. The soaked area was now completely exposed, a perfect circle about three feet in diameter. The
lead ant rhythmically tapped the edge of this circle with its two front legs, without making a sound. The two ants behind also extended their forepaws and tapped in unison with the ant in front.
After a moment of tapping, the perfectly circular ground suddenly and quietly sank, revealing a hole shimmering with blood-red light. Three blood-red ants hopped into the hole in perfect unison.
Seeing the hole slowly closing, Yan Nange didn't have time to think and darted over and jumped in. After jumping, his body plummeted downwards, not landing for a long time, but the speed of his descent increased. He could only see the smooth, blood-red glowing hole wall rushing upwards several feet away, and he couldn't grab onto anything to catch himself.
In no time, his body had fallen into something flexible, and he sank rapidly downwards. Looking around, he realized that he was now on a vast, transparent, blood-red ground. This ground was incredibly flexible and elastic; after sinking in most of it, he was suddenly bounced upwards, and after several bounces, he finally stopped. He noticed that the fragrance here was very strong, and the fishy smell was much stronger as well. Everything here exuded a fishy fragrance.
Walking on this ground felt like treading on clouds. He saw an exit in the cave wall, roughly to the south, which was also the only exit from this large circular cave. He ran towards it and entered the circular cave, which was about ten feet in size.
He swiftly and lightly darted through the cave, and after a moment, he saw in the distance the three large, blood-red ants carrying a small, emerald-green snake. The three blood-red ants never looked back, but simply marched forward with their heads held high and chests puffed out, their steps perfectly synchronized. The precision of their movements and their imposing posture—it was precisely because the three blood-red ants never looked back that Yan Nange dared to follow them about six or seven feet behind.
Finally reaching the end of the cave, Yan Nange could see the unusually bright, blood-red cave wall at the end—a much larger, vertical circular opening!
Three blood-red ants carrying a small, emerald-green snake jumped down from the cave entrance. He quietly and slowly approached the entrance, crouched down, and cautiously peered inside.
He saw that beneath the enormous circular opening lay a vast underground world: countless blood-red ants lined up in rows of varying lengths, carrying all sorts of creatures, and large, translucent, blood-red eggs the size of watermelons moving back and forth without making a sound.
Judging by the number of ants, there were probably tens of thousands, and their size was enormous; the three fist-sized blood-red ants he had seen earlier were merely the smallest! The largest ants were probably the size of three- or four-month-old piglets.
Just as he was stunned, a long "beep" suddenly rang out from the blood-red world below. This sound quickly spread, countless "beep-beep" sounds rising and falling, deafening, forming a sea of sound that swallowed the entire blood-red world!
The scene was exactly the same as last time! Yan Nange clicked his tongue in amazement.

Chapter 72
: Helplessness (10-21 10:17:03, 3039 words)

All the blood-red ants put down what they were carrying and raised their heads to the west, screaming. The "beep-beep" sound was high-pitched and sharp, full of warning, threat, and murderous intent!
From the west came a roar of "Ooh-Ooh," the source of which was unknown. Judging from the sound, the number of these unknown creatures was not large, but the roar overwhelmed the collective screams of the blood-red ants.
The screams of both sides continued to rise and escalate, the murderous intent in their cries growing stronger and stronger. Finally, a deafening roar came from afar, followed by the pitiful "beep-beep" sounds. Countless blood-red ants screamed and lined up, rushing westward. The sounds gradually faded into the distance, becoming inaudible.
As far as Yan Nange could see, not a single blood-red ant could be seen, only various motionless creatures and glistening blood-red ant eggs scattered everywhere.
"If not now, when?" Yan Nange gripped the protruding blood-red rocks of the cave wall, nimbly and nimbly vaulting down into the underground world dozens of feet below the entrance.
On the vast, blood-red earth, plants of various colors grew, and a blood-red river meandered in the distance, with rolling mountains in the horizon. To his astonishment, a dozen feet west of this vertical circular cave, above
him lay the void—a blood-red sky! It was exactly the same as what he had seen before. Without hesitation, he stepped directly into a large opening to the north. After walking several dozen feet, the view suddenly
opened up before him—an exceptionally vast, warm, irregularly shaped giant cave. A faint, pungent fragrance emanated from within, as if this were the source of the aroma! Countless fuzzy, blood-red grasses grew on the cave floor, as soft as a carpet underfoot. In one corner of the cave, a small mountain of countless blood-red, glistening ant eggs piled up, some still steaming, clearly freshly laid.
The giant cave was surrounded by nine enormous stone sculptures, all depicting women with indistinct faces and exceptionally alluring figures!
These sculptures varied in form, their poses incredibly graceful yet utterly incomprehensible! The feeling was still as awe-inspiring.
"Daddy, what brings you here?" A call snapped Yan Nange out of his reverie.
Yan Baobao, dressed in a bright red dress and with her hair in a cute bun, darted out from behind Ant Egg Mountain and threw herself into his arms, showering him with kisses.
Yan Nange, overjoyed, kissed her little face in return, hugging the little girl tightly, and said with some displeasure, "Baby, you haven't shown up for so long! Daddy almost died of missing you!"
Yan Baobao giggled, rubbing her smooth little face against his, and murmured sweetly, "Baby too! If it weren't for things to do here, I would have gone back to Daddy long ago!"
"Have you finished your business now?" Yan Nange asked.
The baby nodded happily, "Daddy, we can go home now! Baby will always stay by Daddy's side... Ah, Daddy's embrace is so warm, it's so nice!"
Looking at the baby's happy and adorable expression, Yan Nange felt an immense tenderness in his heart. After kissing her repeatedly, father and daughter left the underground Blood Ant Kingdom and returned home.
Back home, Yan Nange found Leng Xuanren waiting for her. His expression wasn't very good.
"You're back, Nange!" Leng Xuanren looked at him kindly.
Yan Nange smiled and nodded, saying to the baby, "Baby, this is Grandpa."
The baby obediently said, "Hello, Grandpa." Leng Xuanren temporarily forgot his worries and looked at the baby curiously.
Yan Nange, knowing his confusion, smiled and said, "Baby is my daughter, my precious little one. Isn't that right, little darling?"
Baby giggled, nodding her little head adorably, "Yes, yes, I'm Daddy's little darling. The best little darling. Hehe..."
Leng Xuanren smiled and patted Yan Baby's little head, then sighed and said, "Nange, you should have told me this sooner... Now you have no choice but to go to the Lan family and become a guard for that old man Lan! But with my connections, and considering that old man Lan is a decent person, he won't make things difficult for you... You'll still be my adopted son, so come back and visit me, your grandmother, and Ruyan and Ruxian from time to time."
Yan Nange was stunned: "I'm going to become a guard?"
Leng Xuanren nodded: "Yes, the Black Stone Mine owner, Lan Xiaoyang, has already..." He'd already spoken to me, but because two troublesome figures also wanted you, and he couldn't handle it, he had no choice but to take you into his household as a guard... Because the relationships involved are too complicated, I can't handle it either... Nan Ge, bear with it for now, you'll be free when the opportunity arises!... Your eight brothers' poison has been cured, they'll work at Leng Yue Xuan from now on, I'll treat them well! Xi'er, don't worry... Bao Bao, come with me to the manor."
Yan Bao Bao shook her head and said, "No, I want to stay with Daddy. We promised we wouldn't be separated!"
Yan Nan Ge knew that now she had no choice but to go to the Lan manor, so she said, "Godfather, Bao Bao will come with me. She can't be without me. I'll visit you whenever I have time!"
Leng Xuan Ren patted his shoulder and sighed. Although he didn't want it to be this way, he had no choice! Some things aren't as you wish!
The next morning, Yan Nange had just finished breakfast when a servant from the Lan family came to fetch him: "Guard Yan, please pack your things and come with me!"
Yan Nange picked up a small bundle, scooped up the baby, and said, "Let's go!"
On the street outside the alley, a black carriage with a golden tiger head engraved on its side was parked; both the carriage and the horses were of high quality.
Yan Nange recognized the golden tiger head emblem; it was the symbol of the Lan family, the owners of the Black Stone Mine!
After a long while, Yan Nange entered the largest mansion in the south of Lantian City—the residence of the Black Stone Island Lord.
A servant in blue led Yan Nange for a long time, into a small courtyard.
The small courtyard was located in the abandoned garden of the inner courtyard. The courtyard and its surroundings were overgrown with weeds and wild grass; with every step, rats and other creatures were startled. It looked extremely desolate, like a wilderness.
Yan Nange liked it very much. Living here, there was enough space to move around, and it was quiet enough that his secret wouldn't be discovered.

Chapter 73 Abandoned Garden and Courtyard
: 10-21 10:17:03 Words: 3519

After the servant left, Yan Nange put aside the bedding, clothes, weapons and other items in the Lan residence and placed the baby on the bundle.
Yan Nange saw that Yan Baobao was already fast asleep. Looking at the baby's adorable sleeping face, his heart softened. He covered the wicker trunk, carried it to the bed inside, and began cleaning.
Yan Nange was quick and efficient. In less than half an hour, he had the house and courtyard spotless.
There was a well in the courtyard that was still usable. This allowed Yan Nange to finish his cleaning and even take a refreshing cold shower.
Just as Yan Nange settled in, the same servant in blue brought him food. It was already noon.
The servant conveyed the Lan family steward's instructions: his job was to maintain and look after this abandoned garden. Three meals a day would be delivered. If he needed any tools or similar items, he could tell the servant, and they would be sent over after approval. Without being summoned, Yan Nange was not allowed to leave the abandoned garden, nor was he permitted to enter the side courtyards or the main courtyard!
As the servant spoke, he clearly showed sympathy for Yan Nange's plight. In his view, Yan Nange was being exiled and imprisoned in this abandoned garden, though the treatment wasn't bad!
Yan Nange, however, didn't mind; on the contrary, he felt it was quite good—since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. Now he had free food, a free courtyard to live in, and he didn't have to be a servant. He felt content for the time being.
Yan Nange said "thank you," and asked for some shovels, axes, nails, and the like. The servant noted them down and turned to leave.
Opening the large food box, Yan Nange took out the food inside.
The Lan family truly lived up to its reputation as a renowned family in the land; even the food for a guard was very lavish! Lunch consisted of four cold dishes, four hot dishes, and a soup, with five or six kinds of staple food, all of which were very delicious.
To Yan Nange's surprise, there was even a small jar of fine wine. Although he rarely drank before, the aroma of the mellow wine still made his mouth water!
Although Yan Nange was used to good food, he was still delighted to see such fine wine and food.
He laid out the food and wine on a clean table and woke his daughter.
After washing her hands and face, he sat her down and began to eat his first sumptuous meal at the Lan residence.
This was the first formal meal the father and daughter had eaten together; previously, they had always eaten ant eggs together.
"Daddy, that!"
"Daddy, this!"
Following Yan Baobao's little hand gestures and words, Yan Nange picked up her favorite foods. His chopsticks moved swiftly, not only keeping up with Yan Baobao's rapid eating but also satisfying his own palate.
Yan Baobao surprisingly loved the wine, clamoring for a drink as soon as she smelled it. She wasn't an ordinary person, so Yan Nange wasn't worried about making her sick and fed her wine.
After drinking two-thirds of a small jar of wine, Yan Nange had only drunk a third. Both father and daughter were quite tipsy.
In a daze, feeling as if floating on air, he was indeed in the perfect state of mind while drinking.
Yan Nange's six senses far surpassed those of ordinary people. He could hear the servant clearly even when he was three hundred paces away from the courtyard.
After hiding Yan Baobao and cleaning up the dishes and table, the servant Lan San entered his courtyard.
Lan San brought the tools Yan Nange had asked for, and Yan Nange casually remarked, "The food in our manor is truly excellent!"
Lan San said, "Guard Yan is right. It is said that the food and treatment of the servants in our Lan manor are the best in the entire world... However, you are not entirely correct... Your food is a notch above that of ordinary guards. This was specially ordered by the steward to the kitchen!"
Yan Nange nodded, only then realizing that he was being treated with special favor. This also made him sigh at the huge difference in character between Lan Tianhen and his father, Lan Xiaoyang!
Lan San was very polite to Yan Nange, and after taking his leave, he left the abandoned garden carrying a food box containing bowls and dishes.
"What exactly does Lan Xiaoyang mean by keeping me here?" Yan Nange frowned, watching Lan San's departing figure.
Unable to figure it out, Yan Nange stopped thinking about this messy question—he should do his work, live his life, why bother with so many trivial matters!
When he wanted to leave, even the Lan family might not be able to stop him! With his current abilities, he was different from before; he could make a name for himself anywhere! Yan Nange wasn't too worried about his future. He
went back to his room and picked up a wooden cabinet he had found. Inside were jars containing black ants, termites, and the queen ant, as well as his daughter, Yan Baobao, who was playing happily. Taking his tools, he walked deeper into the overgrown weeds of the abandoned garden.
Yan Nange first settled the queen ant and her offspring, then caught a few crickets, grasshoppers, and other small creatures for Yan Baobao to play with in the jars.
The baby loved the little things and giggled happily. She called out "Daddy" several times and insisted on kissing him a few times as a reward.
The little dad, of course, gladly accepted, letting his baby's sweet little mouth leave a string of wet, fragrant kisses on his face and lips.
Yan Nange placed the wooden cabinet on a stone table and secured it, then began cleaning the abandoned garden. He started cleaning from the inside out, using his own small courtyard as the center.
During the cleaning process, Yan Nange would occasionally catch some live creatures.
This world had a wide variety of animals, many of which Yan Nange had never even heard of in his previous life, let alone seen, but were abundant here.
He put these creatures in containers or tied them with ropes. The particularly cute and fun creatures were placed in the wooden cabinet for Yan Baobao to play with.
Yan Baobao wasn't afraid of any animals, but all animals were afraid of her. Back in the mines, she had once casually caught a passing venomous snake to play with; the snake was incredibly docile in her hands, daring not to bare its teeth no matter how she tormented it.
Since going to the Blood Ants' underground world, Yan Nange had also acquired this ability; no matter what animal he handled, it became incredibly docile. He had become the undisputed king among them.
This was one of the reasons why Yan Nange was now so keen on catching and raising living creatures. The other two reasons were: first, Yan Baobao (his pet) loved playing with live animals; second, he enjoyed the unusual.
Yan Nange worked tirelessly until evening, clearing a large area of land. The abandoned garden looked much more comfortable and pleasing to the eye.
Proportionate to the amount of work he had done, the area around the stone table was now teeming with living creatures—insects, snakes, rats, birds, various small animals, and even some fungi. As for the rare and beautiful flowers and plants, he left them untouched.
Just then, his servant Lan San came to deliver food. Seeing the astonishing number of snakes, rats, insects, and other living creatures around the stone table, which made his hands and feet tingle, he stood far away, not daring to approach.
"This young man's hobby is truly peculiar!" Lan San exclaimed, his scalp tingling as he looked at the creatures.

Chapter 74 The Invisible Hand
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Seeing Lan San's trembling appearance, Yan Nange knew he was afraid and told him to put down the food box and go back to eat.
Lan San was overjoyed. After putting down the food box, he wiped his sweat and ran away from the abandoned garden. He muttered to himself, "This Guardian Yan is so young, about my age, so handsome, and has such a good temperament, how could he have such a terrible hobby! It's really dangerous! It seems I should try to avoid going into this garden as much as possible in the future. I don't want to get bitten by some poisonous insect or snake one day; even if I don't die from the poison, I'll be scared to death! No, I should try to avoid going into the abandoned garden altogether. Who knows where he keeps those poisonous creatures?"
Just thinking about poisonous insects and snakes reminded him of the terrifying scene he had just seen by the stone table, and Lan San's legs felt a little cramped. He dared not think about it anymore!
Yan Nange hadn't expected that his unintentional act would turn his courtyard and abandoned garden into a forbidden area. Thanks to Lan San's propaganda, from then on, unless absolutely necessary, no one would enter the abandoned garden, let alone the small courtyard within it. This fulfilled Yan Nange's wish and saved him a lot of effort in hiding his secret.
Yan Nange thus settled into the abandoned garden courtyard in a side courtyard of the Lan family's inner palace. During the day, he cleaned the abandoned garden, caught live animals, and collected fungi. In the evenings, he and his daughter, Yan Baobao, would eat ant eggs or cook some delicacies for a late-night snack. Then, there was his nightly ritual of practicing the "Nine Alluring Techniques"!
Yan Baobao, using some unknown method, always managed to get him some blood ant eggs the day after he finished eating them—sometimes a dozen, sometimes twenty. In short, there was no shortage.
Yan Nange often held the incredibly cute and beautiful Yan Baobao, proudly saying, "My baby is the number one baby in the world, the number one filial daughter in the world, and I am the number one happy and awesome dad in the world!"
Whenever this happened, Yan Baobao would proudly raise her little face, kiss her father a few times, and then say in her sweet, childish voice, "Baby, number one! Daddy, number one!" Then she would giggle, jump and skip, overjoyed.
Happy times flew by unnoticed, and before they knew it, Yan Nange had been at the Lan residence for three months. Autumn winds began to blow, and while the earth was reaping its harvest, all things began to wither and decay.
Yan Nange had visited the Leng residence many times. Leng Ruxian's illness had improved significantly after consuming the blood ant eggs. It seemed that even without a man possessing the Fire Element True Body, she might not necessarily die.
Moreover, the Leng couple and the old woman had also become increasingly healthy after eating the soup made from the blood ant eggs. Now, the Leng family all benefited greatly from the blood ant eggs and not only loved Yan Nange but were also grateful to her.
However, Yan Nange never told them what they were eating. He also never gave them whole blood ant eggs. He didn't want to reveal the baby's existence.
Zhu Ruoxi was now the eighth young lady of the Leng family, everyone's darling. The little girl had grown quite a bit taller and was becoming more and more beautiful. Occasionally, she would seduce Yan Nange, making his heart flutter while also leaving him somewhat amused and exasperated.
Leng Ruyan preferred to play seduction games, but Yan Nange never fell for them.
In fact, he could tell that the beauties of the Leng family were all deeply in love with him. However, he only had feelings for Leng Ruxian, and a slight feeling for Leng Ruyan. Towards the other girls, he only felt familial affection, nothing more.
On this day, it was just dawn.
The weather was getting colder. The nearly cleared abandoned garden was filled with fallen withered and yellow leaves, with only a few green leaves stubbornly clinging to the sparse branches, dancing in the wind and making a rustling sound.
On a cold, moonless night, such a sound always evokes a sense of desolation and a touch of fear.
As usual, Yan Nange had been up for an hour, practicing his martial arts incessantly. He now sleeps for a maximum of two hours each night, spending the rest of his time working or training.
His boundless energy and abnormally strong stamina leave him no desire for sleep; he only wants to continuously improve his strength or enjoy the pleasures of life.
In three months, he has increased his practice time from a short while each day to two hours, and from one blood ant egg per day in the first month to three eggs per day in the second month! This has caused his strength to increase dramatically, from the initial ability to lift ten thousand jin to the ability to lift ten thousand jun with composure—a nearly twenty-fold increase!
Matching this increase in strength, all his other abilities have also improved significantly.
Yan Nange knows that all of this is thanks to his baby—his daughter is his lucky star, his angel, his precious treasure, the apple of his eye!
He loves his baby dearly, and his baby loves her little father, Yan Nange, just as much.
Not only did the baby feed him blood ant eggs, but she also never cried, always cheerful and making him feel incredibly happy. She even sang, danced, and told Yan Nange all sorts of nonsensical stories, and massaged his back, shoulders, and legs!
Yan Baobao was extremely filial and attached to her little father, Yan Nange, and couldn't bear to be apart from him.
The baby had changed a lot in the past three months. Although she was still small, her beauty was increasingly captivating; she was already a miniature version of an exceptionally beautiful young woman.
This dramatic change both surprised and delighted Yan Nange. He was delighted that his daughter was clearly destined to be a stunning beauty, but surprised that she was perhaps too precocious!
Lately, the baby would look at him with a burning gaze, a gaze filled with an inexplicable emotion that made him uneasy—he felt this gaze was familiar; Xiangxiang and Ruxian always looked at him with that same gaze!
But Xiangxiang had once been his woman, Ruxian his lover, and the baby was his daughter!
“Why would my baby look at me like a lover? Besides, she’s so young! No, I must be seeing things!” He always comforted his uneasy heart like this.
Yan Nange had finished his training and was working.
The broom gently swept the fallen leaves, as if controlled by an invisible hand. The chilly autumn wind couldn’t blow away a single leaf within three feet of the broom. The leaves obediently followed the broom to where they were supposed to go.
This was a new ability Yan Nange had developed in the past two months, which he called “true qi.”
In fact, he didn’t know if this invisible but controllable power that could emanate from his body was the legendary true qi—according to his understanding, it seemed to be.
Yan Nange didn’t know where this power came from. Perhaps it came from practicing the Enchanting Nine Forms, or perhaps from eating blood ant eggs, or perhaps from the blood ant pattern! He had no way of knowing.
He could now use true qi through various parts of his body, with an attack range of about three meters!
If he used a tool, he could only attack about two meters beyond that tool.
Using a broom, which disperses force, the attack range is limited to a distance of one meter beyond the broom!
This is why the leaves within three feet of Yan Nange's broom are not blown away by the wind; Yan Nange uses his true energy to firmly hold the leaves in place, like an invisible giant hand!

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