[Hetu][Heavenly Demon][Episode 4 Chapter 6]

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Chapter Six: The Suzhou Incident, Reencounter with the Enchantress
The long journey and the bumpy waterways were truly unbearable. They had hoped to switch to

carriages , but the accompanying soldiers were too numerous to accommodate all the horses, so they had to abandon this

idea. Moreover, with veterans like Wang Dong by their side, traveling at full speed was also difficult for them,

so they had no choice but to continue southward by water.
The water was calm and still, the surface shimmering. After several days of travel,

the people had all withdrawn. It seemed they had no ulterior motives, merely checking to confirm whether Yang Cun had

truly returned to Jiangnan; their suspicious actions were truly perplexing.
"Uncle Dong, once we reach Suzhou, please arrange for everyone to return home," Yang Cun said,

sitting in a grand chair on the deck, his eyes closed in rest. He enjoyed the sunshine, partly because the trip to the capital

had brought many , leaving him little peace of mind.
"Yes, I've already spoken with Old Qu and the others." Wang Dong sat down beside him, not daring to speak for fear of disturbing Yang Cun.
"And what about you?" Yang Cun sensed something strange about his words and immediately asked with a puzzled look.
"Young Master, I... I'll go back to Hangzhou with you!" Wang Dong's face flushed red as he said confidently, "I've

enjoyed my old age enough. Now that I have many children and grandchildren, I have no worries. There aren't many people in our mansion.

This old man will go back with you to help the master and the great masters with their incense offerings and ashes cleaning. Aside from anything else, this old man

can still do some chores."
"Whatever you want." Yang Cun looked at his worried face, felt a warmth in his heart, and nodded helplessly. That night,

the Wang mansion was attacked, and ever since then, Wang Dong had been somewhat paranoid. At his age, he should be enjoying family life, but the ever

-loyal still couldn't rest easy.
In the end, it was because the Jiangnan Duke's mansion had fallen into decline. So many years have passed, and without the support of power,

the once-glorious mansion has likely lost its former splendor. Although Wang Dong's words were vague,

Yang Cun understood the unspoken bitterness and unwavering expectation he held.
After Wang Dong left, the deck became much quieter. Yang Cun pondered matters while closing his eyes to rest,

enjoying the cool breeze. Soon, soft footsteps approached

cautiously Yang Cun's brow furrowed, and a gentle, melodious voice called out, "My lord,

would you like some dessert?"
"No, thank you." Yang Cun thought for a moment, then shook his head. Opening his eyes, he gazed at the graceful figure standing tall in the breeze

, momentarily captivated.
A long, snow-white silk dress flowed serenely and gracefully, exuding purity and beauty. Her tall figure, enveloped in this

pristine white , resembled a fairy descended from heaven, so alluring that one dared not defile her.

Her flawless, jade-like face possessed features so exquisite they seemed to envy even the heavens, creating a

breathtakingly beautiful face that would envy both the gods and men.
A gentle smile graced her face, shy and delicate, a faint blush on her cheeks, a captivating charm that radiated an indescribable brilliance. She was truly a beauty of her generation, breathtakingly gorgeous. "It's chilly, don't catch a cold," Gao Lianxin said softly, her delicate hands gently spreading out a thin

blanket. Seeing that no one was around, she blushed and draped it over Yang Cun, her movements as tender and gentle as a shy young wife caring for

her husband. That embarrassed expression on her face was truly agonizing.
"Yes, you should wear more clothes too, it's too thin." Yang Cun felt a warmth in his heart, gently took her hand,

and mischievously scratched her palm before softly instructing, "The journey by water these past few days has been too bumpy, and I see that

you all don't look too well, and you haven't eaten much. When we get to Suzhou tonight, let's go for a walk on land."
"Okay, then I'll take my leave." Gao Lianxin gave Yang Cun a happy smile, then curtsied and gracefully walked

away.
These past few days had been spent traveling by water, and the constant bumps had made even many strong soldiers feel unwell,

let alone the delicate girls. Gao Lianxin had also applied a little makeup to conceal her recent discomfort and the poor complexion caused by

lack of .
The An sisters, however, were not having such an easy time. An Ning had been running a fever for the past few days, and the stubborn little girl

hadn't told anyone until An Qiao found out, at which point she was so worried that tears streamed down her face. Fortunately, Gao Lianxin's ancestors were doctors,

so she was adept at dealing with minor headaches and fevers caused by acclimatization issues. An Ning's condition wasn't too serious;

she'd been taking some medication for the past few days and was obediently staying on the small bed Yang Cun had specially prepared for her in her room

, indulging in her love of staying in bed. She happily lay there, having food served to her, and seemed quite content with it.
Thinking of An Qiao, Yang Cun couldn't help but smile, a smile tinged with happiness and a hint of lewdness. Lately, his little

darling had truly treated him like a maid, not only taking meticulous care of his daily needs but also having

him wash his clothes, never delegating the task to anyone else. The diligent little maid had become a hardworking little wife.
Every time he bathed, the lovely girl would gently serve him. Although she was initially

hesitant , girls in love are so easy to coax. After a couple of tries, she was already tricked into

joining Yang Cun for a bath together. Not only did she blush and use her soft little hands to wash every inch of Yang Cun's skin, but she also

, through a combination of coaxing and deception, began to use her cherry-like lips to wash his groin in the most erotic way.
A life of nightly revelry ensued. Although the girl had only recently lost her virginity and was still very tender,

Yang Cun would always tell himself not to be too rough when teasing her during the day. However, every time he held her naked body in bed,

he couldn't help but unleash his animalistic desires and ravage her. Even though he had only ejaculated inside her once, under his

careful tutelage, the girl's oral sex skills were improving, and she obediently followed his lewd suggestions. "
Good progress!" Yang Cun smiled wickedly. Especially on their first night on the ship, the gentle girl

had blindfolded him and used both her hands and mouth to make him ejaculate on her snow-white breasts. Given more time, it might

not be impossible for her to initiate oral sex on him. The memory of their first night together, watching her innocent and pitiful face as she sucked his

semen , still made Yang Cun's blood boil,

and his erection rise noticeably.
Night was falling, and the small boat moved slowly across the rippling blue water, a picturesque scene of breathtaking beauty. However,

the only flaw was the occasional bursts of lewd and vulgar laughter echoing across the vast river, sending chills down his

spine and even making his chrysanthemum feel slightly cold.
"Sister, what's that sound?" Inside the cabin, An Ning, who was lying on the bed reading a book, trembled. Hearing the

howling laughter, she felt a chill run down her spine

. She looked around uneasily, pouted, and looked softly at her busy sister beside her.
"I don't know..." An Qiao was tidying up Yang Cun's clothes when she heard the laughter. Her pretty face flushed, and

a happy, shy smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. How could she not recognize that voice? Every time that bad man tricked her

into doing shameful things, he would tease her like that.
In the flickering candlelight, the girl on the bed was only wearing close-fitting clothes. Her jade-like arms, exposed outside the blanket, were fair and pink,

extremely delicate. Her sister, who had the same face as her, was gentle and refined. After finishing tidying up, she carefully started doing

needlework, completely ignoring the increasingly ambiguous smile in her sister's eyes. Looking at the pair of men's brocade shoes that were almost finished in her hands,

every stitch was full of the heroic spirit she had hoped for, and her smile became happier and happier.
"At dawn I stroll east of Panmen, at dusk I leave west of Tianmen. All around, there is no one, only the low-hanging sun. The desolate forest is shrouded in twilight mist, above which

birds cry in their return. All things have found their place, but I have no place to rest." Suzhou has always been a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery, and this time—

it's quite lively. The fleet of boats slowly docks at the pier, even having to queue to moor. The river is crowded with boats of

all shapes and sizes.
There are ornately decorated pleasure boats, cargo ships laden with goods, and many fishermen leisurely fishing.

Unlike the smaller places I've visited, the pier here is particularly large, bustling with activity. Merchants and porters

are packed together, and the pier is piled high with all sorts of goods. The sweat of the hardworking people drips onto the ground, and their

diligent shouts echo throughout the air.
Along the official road, cargo holds of all sizes lined both sides. Vendors selling snacks shouted their wares at the top of their lungs, the aroma of

clear soup noodles wafting through the air, making the laborers' mouths water. Merchants in fine clothes strolled back and

forth, shrewdly calculating the profits and losses of their businesses.
The fleet had been waiting since noon, finally finding a place to dock as dusk approached. In fact, the ships were

official naval vessels; they could have entered earlier by simply revealing their identities. However, Yang Cun dissuaded Yang Tongbao from doing so, saying

he didn't want to disturb the people—a pretext, really. He also wanted to keep a low profile, as the journey ahead was far from peaceful, and

attracting too much attention would be inappropriate.
The dock was still some distance from Suzhou city; the closest town was called Shantouzi. Because

merchants from all over flocked there, the town was very prosperous. Besides the numerous inns, there were also many

brothels. The streets were filled with people from all over the country, making it a somewhat chaotic place.
The sun had set, and after several days of tossing and turning on the boat, Yang Cun decided to go ashore and get a good night's sleep. He sent men to book the two largest inns

in town , arranged for a few people to watch the boat, and immediately led the rest of the group into town.

A force of over a thousand men was extremely conspicuous; even though Yang Tongbao and his men weren't in uniform, their burly figures made them hard to miss

.
The town was a bit chaotic at night, with many prostitutes soliciting customers on the streets. Besides merchants,

there were also many burly men passing by. Although Gao Lianxin wore a veil and a cloak, her graceful figure and bright, captivating

eyes still attracted many glances. However, upon seeing the large group of men beside her, the thugs

could only swallow their saliva and quietly inquire where these men came from.
The An sisters, on the other hand, obediently followed behind Yang Cun, avoiding any

intimate gestures in public. Although they were maids, their demeanor was more like that of well-educated young ladies from a respectable family.

Even the mischievous An Ning was quiet and shy, making Yang Cun admire women as natural-born performing artists.
Passing a section of road filled with prostitutes, seeing so many heavily made-up women calling out to customers in a sweet voice, An Ning,

perhaps naive, whispered, "Sister, what are those women doing standing there?"
"Don't ask so many questions, little one!" An Qiao blushed instantly.

Although under Yang Cun's care over the past few days, the girl in love was noticeably more mature than her sister. Even though her figure

was still immature, her every move exuded an indescribable sexiness.
"I know," An Ning said, looking aggrieved, but dared not argue after her sister's words.
The two inns were on the east side of the town. After entering the inn, Gao Lianxin, feeling unwell, went to rest first. Zhang Mama,

who was traveling with them was also exhausted and went back to her room without even eating a bite. Yang Tongbao busied himself, arranging

rest times for everyone and making proper arrangements for the veterans' rest. By the time he finished, he was exhausted and sweating profusely. After all,

this kind of meticulous task was definitely not as easy as killing a few people.
The An sisters were much simpler. In those days, it seemed

natural . As soon as they entered the inn, they went to Yang Cun's room to unpack their things and prepare

clothes and bedding for the night. During this time, the well-behaved and lovely sisters won everyone's favor, and

they were taken care of in many ways. In particular, the gentle and charming An Qiao's delicate and refined manner earned Uncle Dong's repeated

praise.
Although Gao Lianxin and the sisters didn't seem to be very close, the deeply ingrained ideas of the time were frighteningly stubborn

. Even though she occasionally showed a resentful and jealous look, she seemed to think of them as personal maids and seemed to

be relieved. Yang Cun, caught in the middle, couldn't help but sigh that the evil old society was still better. In this new

era someone had such a beautiful girl and still messed around, their second son

would surely be beheaded, let alone the twin girls they kept at home. They'd be utterly crushed.
The innkeeper was all smiles. This group, though tall and imposing, was surprisingly generous

and didn't swagger around and drive away previous customers. Small business owners hate trouble, and

seeing how easy-going Yang Cun was, he was exceptionally attentive, showering him with compliments as if

he were his own father.
The market had long since closed, and the inn's kitchen was nearly empty. These soldiers ate

as if they were being beheaded, and the inn couldn't keep up with demand. In desperation,

they ordered several tables of food from a familiar restaurant to barely solve their dinner problem.
"My lord, won't you eat something?" Yang Tongbao followed respectfully behind Yang Cun, treating this Duke of Jing

with the same respect he showed Yang Shu. His performance throughout the journey was exemplary. Although he was not talkative, he

was conscientious and diligent , which Wang Dong and Yang Cun greatly appreciated.
"Never mind, I'm not hungry right now. You should rest for a bit." Yang Cun was a little dizzy. After

sailing for so long, suddenly stepping onto solid ground felt strange and uncomfortable.
"I'm not hungry either." Yang Tongbao paused for a moment, then immediately shook his head firmly.
"Go eat, don't be so rigid." Yang Cun shook his head helplessly. This guy truly lived up to his reputation as Yang Shu's

loyal lackey; they were practically identical. He was expressionless and unsmiling the whole way, and his speech

and actions were somewhat rigid and conservative—a perfect replica of Yang Shu.
"Never mind, I'll talk about it later." Yang Cun was too lazy to talk to this blockhead, so he shook his head and headed to

the second floor .
The easternmost corner of the second floor housed the three best rooms in the inn. One was assigned to Gao Lianxin, one to

Zhang Mama, and the best room, needless to say, belonged to Yang Cun. However, it was still a small town, and the so-called

best room was just a bit more spacious and cleaner than the others. The furnishings were rather simple, even the style of the furniture was

quite ordinary. If this were in the capital, even the steward's room in the Prince's mansion would probably be many times more magnificent.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency!" Yang Tongbao said, his face flushed red, looking apologetic. "

There aren't many . This inn is the cleanest we have right now. Please make do for the night."
"It's quite clean, not really." Yang Cun didn't say anything, and was too lazy to comfort his wealthy

upbringing . To be honest, this antique-style room was indeed quite nice. Perhaps it was because he wasn't as worldly-wise

as the guards from the Prince's mansion, and was too easily satisfied.
"My lord, do you have an appetite now?" Yang Tongbao breathed a sigh of

relief immediately asked eagerly, "It's night now, and eating too late will upset your stomach. I heard from the shopkeeper that there are a few

good restaurants in town. I'll buy some for you right away, so please eat a little."
"No need, you can eat by yourself." Yang Cun still had no appetite and couldn't muster any

energy. He was also feeling restless and not sleepy, which was a real torment.
"No!" Yang Tongbao shook his head firmly and said decisively, "I am under

orders from the prince to protect you every step of the way. If you haven't had a drop of water, I won't eat a single grain of rice!"
"Is that necessary?" Yang Cun asked, half-laughing and half-crying, "Then where will you sleep tonight?" "I'm just a rough man,

I'll just sleep on the ground outside your door." Yang Tongbao answered without hesitation. "

What ?" Yang Cun was really fed up with his blockhead. What kind of doorman was this?! Apparently, this guy

always slept in front of his room, preventing him from going out to steal women if he felt like it in the middle of the night. It wasn't a problem

on , but now, if he suddenly felt like sneaking into Gao Lianxin's room, was this guy supposed to

move the bedding to her doorstep?
Besides, there were two young girls sleeping in his room at night, and if he got carried away playing with An Qiao…

this grown man was eavesdropping outside?! Could this be any more ridiculous?! Yang Cun was speechless, his mind

flashing back to the image of himself and An Qiao being intimate, while a grown man outside was listening intently

. Honestly, the thought of killing Yang Tongbao at this moment was not indiscriminate killing.
"I failed in my duty as a guard, and I shall commit suicide!" Yang Tongbao said solemnly, each word distinct and serious, clearly not

joking .
"Alright, let's just live well then." Yang Cun suddenly felt weak all over. These ancient people are really sick,

always slitting their throats like that! Do they really think reincarnation is some kind of fun?! Putting aside whether life is worth anything,

how painful would it be to actually slit their throats? In modern times, this kind of self-harm would definitely be considered a psychopath

.
"Let's go for a walk!" Yang Cun felt helpless. This outburst had actually made him a little hungry. Because of

the long journey, many people had already fallen asleep. Yang Tongbao naturally wanted to protect them closely, so

Yang Cun had no choice but to take him out with him.
Even at night, the streets and alleys were still incredibly lively. Besides some brothels, there were even many

restaurants and inns with large lanterns lit up for business. This kind of liveliness was rarely seen even in the capital. This was thanks to the unique conditions here

; even in the dead of night, boats would dock, and even without wealthy patrons, the patronage of sailors and porters

provided a considerable income. Therefore, the business owners here were exceptionally diligent; almost every shop that was open never

closed for a break, truly operating for fourteen hours a day.
The innkeeper recommended a restaurant on the west side of town. It was small, only three stories high, but

bustling with activity , filled with the shouts of traveling merchants and the weary faces of returning travelers. The small restaurant looked quite ordinary,

but the food must be good. A fragrant aroma wafted from afar, instantly whetting Yang Cun's appetite, and

he began to feel a pang of hunger.
"Oh, sir, two people? Please come upstairs." The waiter, always relying on his eyes and mouth for a living,

immediately and eagerly led the way upstairs upon seeing Yang Cun's attire.
The first and second floors were already packed, but strangely, the third floor was remarkably quiet, unlike the chaotic scene

downstairs where tables and chairs were practically shoulder to shoulder. The third floor was quite spacious, but

only had four or five tables set up around the railing, offering a good view of the town's lively nightlife.
A little inquiry revealed why it was so quiet. It turned out that although the shop wasn't large,

the owner was a prominent figure in the area, frequently entertaining dignitaries. So, he'd slightly

renovated the third floor. But business owners don't want to turn away customers, so the owner came up with a clever idea:

charging an extra tael of silver per table.
While it's said that the poor should be frugal on the road, and people traveling can't

be here were businesspeople, shrewd and calculating, and wouldn't willingly part with that

extra money. So even though an tael of silver wasn't much to them, practically a drop in the ocean, they

preferred to squeeze downstairs, unwilling to pay for the quiet.
Tonight was also a coincidence. It was night, and the owner didn't have many customers, so when I went upstairs, I only saw one table of guests.

Four or five people were gathered together, talking quietly. It was quite peaceful. When they saw Yang Cun come up, they just turned around and glanced

at him , but immediately continued to whisper to each other. They all looked a little excited, as if they were talking about business.
"Bring up all your signature dishes." Yang Tongbao stood respectfully to the side, always mindful of his master's

rules .
"Yes, yes, coming right up!" The waiter immediately perked up. This customer, with this kind of attitude, even if

not a top-tier customer, was a spendthrift tycoon. Now the tip was secured.
Yang Cun slowly sat down, his gaze somewhat vacant as he stared at the night view of the small town. The people at the next table were talking

quietly, so it wouldn't disturb him. Although the small shop wasn't exactly tranquil,

sitting there with the night breeze was quite comfortable; at least he felt

much more energetic and his mind was clearer.
Soon, the dishes were served in a continuous stream. The small shop's dishes weren't particularly amazing or delicious; in terms of

color, aroma, and flavor, they certainly couldn't compare to those of a famous chef. However, the chef's cooking was quite ingenious. While

the dishes weren't exactly delicacies, they were still very appetizing, especially for weary

travelers. They even inspired a desire to feast.
Yang Tongbao wouldn't sit at the same table as Yang Cun, so he'd rather pay a tael of silver to have the table next to him become

a servant's table, ordering a small amount of food and wine for himself. Yang Cun couldn't get along with this blockhead, so he was

happy to leisurely eat and drink, comforting his stomach, which had been lacking appetite for days.
Just as Yang Cun was trying to relax, he faintly heard some words. Although the voice was

low, the mention of the Prince's mansion and weapons was too sensitive. Yang Cun felt a jolt, took a sip of wine, and

began to discreetly observe the people at the next table.
Only then did Yang Cun begin to observe them. The group consisted of four people: three weary middle-aged men,

covered in dust, clearly merchants on the move; and a young gentleman, though not

dressed in fine clothes, exuded an air of superiority in his speech and mannerisms, clearly not an

ordinary merchant.
"Alright, let's go," the young gentleman said, seemingly noticing Yang Cun's curiosity.

He frowned , signaled the other three to be quiet, and stood up to head downstairs. The three middle-aged merchants

exchanged glances, then looked at Yang Cun again before tossing down their silver notes and going downstairs together.
"Tongbao, let's go too," Yang Cun said, watching them until they were out of sight before tossing his silver notes

on the table and following them downstairs. Yang Tongbao grunted in agreement, asking no questions, and immediately followed.
The four men even had attendants sitting downstairs. This large group of thirty or forty, while

not particularly conspicuous in the small town, was still quite noticeable in the quiet night, especially their burly guards

, who were clearly not to be trifled with. The group hurried south of the city, remaining silent the entire way

, occasionally exchanging hushed conversations, as if something hadn't been finalized, their expressions somewhat grim.
In a dark corner, two figures silently followed them until they left the city and headed towards the docks

. The two figures immediately darted into the bushes, following the flickering light of their torches,

continuing their relentless pursuit.
It was already past midnight. Although the docks weren't as bustling as during the day, boats of all sizes were still

mooring there. Under the bright moonlight, the sound of the waves was particularly pleasant. However, some unfortunate people were still working through

the night . Some laborers carrying goods yawned, anxiously waiting for business to

come their way so they could earn a little more. If it weren't for the fact that poor families needed money, no

one would be out here suffering in the middle of the night.
"My lord? Is something the matter?" Yang Tongbao glanced at the group of people, his face showing some difficulty.

His duty was to protect Yang Cun, and going out into the city in the middle of the night was indeed inappropriate.
"These people are suspicious." Yang Cun nodded and silently continued forward along the dark corner.
The group of merchants arrived at the dock, where nearly a hundred people were already waiting. The young

nobleman nodded arrogantly, and the men immediately surrounded him. The three middle-aged merchants

, who had initially looked displeased, exchanged wry smiles, but quickly put on obsequious smiles, bowing and scraping as they followed the nobleman.
Before them were a dozen or so small, ordinary, and old ships,

the least conspicuous among the many cargo ships at the dock. Seeing these ships, the richly dressed young man's eyes lit up, and he smiled with satisfaction,

patting the others on the shoulders in approval. He was clearly a man long accustomed to high positions; his actions

were natural and unpretentious, even though the other person might be older than his father.
"These people are officials!" Yang Tongbao, who had been vigilant about his surroundings, felt a chill when he saw

so closer observation, he felt increasingly uneasy.
"That's right, just looking at them, you can tell something's wrong," Yang Cun nodded in agreement. Unexpectedly, even this

blockhead had a moment of wit. These suddenly appearing burly men were all tall and had steady gaits. Although

they wore coarse linen clothes, they walked in unison, very disciplined, seemingly forming a formation to protect

the richly dressed young man. Ordinary wealthy families would never raise servants like this.
The richly dressed young man was speaking at this moment. Yang Cun and Yang Tongbao quietly moved closer and

could barely hear his voice through the noisy crowd: "Gentlemen, thank you all for your great help this time. As expected of a century-old

merchant , my father's request for supplies was quite large. It is truly your hard work to gather them in such a short time."
"Have you seen this guy before?" Yang Cun was immediately shocked. Father? Could this richly dressed young man be the heir of some

prince?
"I remember now, he is the eldest son of Prince Rong!" Yang Tongbao was reminded of this and frowned,

thinking for a while. Suddenly, he realized and looked at the elegant young man with surprise. Having

traveled the capital, he recognized some of the high-ranking officials, but after a long pause, he couldn't recall his name.
"Prince Rong?" Yang Shu's eyes narrowed, a fleeting thought suddenly forming in his mind.
"That ship is strange!" Yang Tongbao said seriously, his gaze immediately sweeping over the cargo ships in front of them.
These cargo ships were also a bit odd. Normally, such large ships were common in Suzhou, and a dozen or

so together wouldn't be unusual. But what was strange was that the cargo on these ships was tightly wrapped in tarpaulins, and although the cargo didn't

seem excessive, they were drawing a lot of water, even more so than the large cargo ships nearby.

"It's not that exaggerated. You can tell at a glance that the cargo on the ship is unusually heavy.
" "That's right, something's strange!" Yang Cunqian nodded from the side. He hadn't even

noticed it if Yang Tongbao hadn't pointed it out. On an ordinary wooden boat, the few loads of cargo were so heavy; if they weren't stones, they were definitely

metal. These merchants traveling north and south didn't need to hide their goods, yet they were covering them up so tightly,

which proved that the goods inside were definitely not ordinary.
"Young Prince, but... this time the quantity of goods is really too much," the three middle-aged merchants looked as if

their fathers had died. They exchanged glances, and one of them finally mustered up the courage to say, "Young Prince,

the goods we collected last time didn't make any profit! But we haven't even seen the silver yet, and now Your Highness wants so much

more , which is almost emptying our savings. Do you think we could put in a good word with His Highness

and give us some silver to tide us over?"
"No problem, I will naturally talk to my father!" The richly dressed young man laughed heartily, looking satisfied.

The three middle-aged merchants immediately wiped their sweat, expressing their gratitude and offering kind words.
"What exactly does Prince Rong want?" Yang Shu muttered in confusion...
Just then, several loud "bangs" suddenly echoed in the sky, and several white fireworks bloomed brilliantly in the night sky,

dazzlingly beautiful yet extremely loud. What should have been a beautiful scene appeared in the middle of the night

by the canal. Not only were Yang Shu and Yang Tongbao startled, but everyone else on the dock was also uneasy, wondering what

was happening.
In the sky, white fireworks bloomed one after another, continuously, as if they had been prepared in advance

. After a moment of realization, Yang Cun realized that the fireworks were coming from the grove of trees opposite. That grove of trees

was , but now it was as bright as day. It should have been filled with the chirping of insects, but now it was

eerily quiet.
Damn it, how could I not have noticed? That grove of trees had been acting strangely all along! Yang Cun cursed in annoyance.
"Gusu Changbao Firm, Shaoxing Chengtong Trading Company, Huzhou Liushui Silver Firm," at this moment, a charming

and seductive laugh, tinged with smugness and unforgettable allure, rang out from the sky: "I never thought that such a famous wealthy man from Zhejiang would

dare to earn this kind of exorbitant sum. Truly, a horse won't get fat without night grass. Your coffers, sir, are certainly not clean. For the eldest son of

Prince Rong to condescend to come to this place teeming with scoundrels, he must be either a thief or a villain!"
Why did that voice sound so familiar? Yang Cun's mind jolted; he immediately had a sense of déjà vu.
"Who goes there, you scoundrel!" After a brief moment of panic, Prince Rong's heir shouted sternly. At this, the hundred-odd burly men immediately snapped back to reality, surrounding her and drawing their weapons. The large swords gleamed with a chilling light under

the pale moonlight. 　　"It's her!" Yang Cun's mind went blank. 　　Upon seeing so many men brandishing knives, the few merchants and porters on the dock scattered in terror, the once bustling dock falling silent. At that moment, more than ten boats on the canal slowly docked, each carrying seven or eight burly men wielding torches and canes, dressed in black and masked, silent yet their eyes flashing with menacing light as they stared at the group on the dock. 　　"Retreat!" The Prince Rong's heir, realizing the ambush, immediately sensed danger and waved for his men to escort him away. 　　The three merchants were already pale with fright, but fortunately, the prince's men moved swiftly yet remained composed, maintaining their formation and protecting them on the innermost edge as they prepared to retreat towards the town. 　　However, those lying in ambush were clearly prepared. A long, eagle-like cry rang out from the woods, and suddenly nearly a hundred men in black emerged from the quiet forest, all masked and silent, quickly blocking their escape route. 　　"My lord, let's retreat!" Yang Tongbao's curiosity vanished instantly. His only concern now was Yang Cun's safety; the best option was to escape before being discovered. 　　"Alright." Despite his doubts, Yang Cun saw the sheer number of men on both sides, clearly indicating the ambush was well- prepared. It was too dangerous for just the two of them; there was no need to risk such a small thing for a moment of curiosity . 　　The two were concealed and relatively far apart, thinking that leaving quietly wouldn't be a problem. However, just as they turned, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out. The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling force. 　　"My lord, you go first!" Yang Tongbao, a fourth-level Dan cultivator, was undoubtedly among the top experts in the world. He immediately shouted alertly, drawing his sword sharply from his waist. The clanging of metal was particularly piercing in the darkness, and 　　a spark flashed! 　　Two small, exquisite throwing knives lay on the ground. The accuracy with which such a hidden weapon . Yang Tongbao believed that ordinary martial artists were no match for him unless they encountered a top master like Yang Shu or Xiao Ying. This sudden attack, however, surprised him. Judging from the internal energy contained in the hidden weapons, the newcomer's cultivation was at least equal to his, and by a significant margin. 　　"You enchanting sister, is that you?" Yang Cun remained calm, chuckling, seemingly forgetting the near- death experience. 　　"Life is full of unexpected encounters, isn't it, Your Excellency!" At this moment, from the shadows nearby, an extremely graceful figure slowly approached. Beneath her long black dress lay a perfect . Her alluring voice was delicate and soft, displaying a woman's unique charm to the fullest extent. Every word, every tremor, every coquettish murmur was so captivating it could melt one's bones. 　　Her high, curvaceous chest and full breasts seemed ready to burst forth, making one's mouth water. Her slender waist swayed wildly, her long, shapely figure and full, pert buttocks, even in slightly loose clothing, couldn't conceal the fiery allure of her body. A black veil covered her face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes, eyes as deep and unfathomable as a lake, so soft they could melt the soul. Even a casual glance was captivating, bewitching, and alluring, almost making one kneel at her feet. 　　"Yes, enchanting sister!" Yang Cun, even with a composed expression, couldn't help but swallow hard. Good heavens , this enchantress's charm hadn't diminished at all! Her face was still hidden, but that gaze, that voice, was so seductive it made his genitals throb.

Recalling his actions towards her in the Vajra Seal world, it was truly outrageous,

utterly ! Every time Yang Cun thought of it, he felt a pang

of remorse. Why did he even bother fighting back then? Faced with such a charming and stunning beauty, he actually had the mind to help the forest ranger fight first. Now, thinking about it, Yang Cun felt an urge to smash his head against a wall.
"How old are you? You should call me 'sister'!" Before him stood the demonic sect's enchantress. Counting Tianjin and Beijing,

this was their third encounter. Perhaps Yang Cun's sudden lewd smile was too glaring, reminding her of the events

in the Vajra Seal world. Her previously gentle eyes suddenly widened, a murderous aura subtly emanating from them.
"Is that so? I haven't even met your mother, how would I know your age?" Yang Cun didn't know why, but

seeing her made him feel incredibly relaxed, and he naturally became unrestrained in his speech. Looking at the sexy and fiery

figure before him, his first instinct was to lick his dry lips, and his second was to feel his genitals become engorged.
"Little brother, you're so naughty." The enchantress giggled, her voice so alluring it could melt any man's

bones . Despite the murderous aura emanating from her, she acted with utmost ladylike grace, walking slowly towards Yang Cun.

Her gait and figure, the way she swayed her waist—it was all undeniably sexy.
"What are you all busy with on this dark and starless night?" Yang Cun wasn't afraid at all, staring straight at her as she

walked towards him, and said with a grin, "Murder and robbery, what a good business! As the saying goes, 'If you don't die, you'll be rich

for life !' This money is so satisfying, to be honest, I even have the urge to share the loot with you. I think the

sky is quite nice, a dark and windy night for murder, and with such good feng shui in this place, it would be

a real shame ."
"Sister has it tough too!" The enchantress's voice was still alluring and seductive as she approached, but her movements became

more cautious, and her tone couldn't help but become more forceful: "You all seem to be enjoying yourselves, but your sisters and brothers are

risking their lives. If we're not careful, we could lose our lives. You see, robbery isn't easy these days, we earn our money through hard work,

unlike you sons of officials, who can commit crimes so comfortably."
"The Demonic Sect!" At this moment, the Prince Rong's heir also noticed the anomaly. His eyes swept sharply in this direction, and

his eyes He shouted loudly, "Everyone, attack! Duke Jing is here too! He still has a thousand soldiers with him, and he must be

here to wipe out these bandits!"
These words greatly boosted morale! His men, who had been tense about being surrounded, suddenly became like

they'd been injected with stimulants. Their faces, previously filled with panic, now lit up, and they

charged forward without hesitation, brandishing their swords and attacking the group blocking their path. This caught the Demonic Sect members off guard, and they were

momentarily thrown into disarray. "
Damn it, you think you know me well? Why are you shouting so loudly? And how do you know me?" Yang Cun

cursed inwardly. "A thousand soldiers? Do you think they're like a thousand taels of silver that you can carry around? They're a million

miles ! You brat, you're just unlucky and you want to drag me down with you. Typical self-destructive behavior, utterly immoral

!" "Besides, how did you know I brought a thousand soldiers?" Yang Cun was instantly furious

.
"So the big shot that everyone in town was talking about today is the Duke!" The demoness paused slightly, glancing warily at

the woods behind Yang Cun. Her steps faltered for a moment, seemingly wondering if Yang Cun's thousand soldiers were

really lying in ambush there.
"Not at all, you flatter me. I'm just trying to make a living, nothing special." Yang Cun

chuckled , seeing them fighting, the only thing on his mind was to quickly think of a way to escape.
Even a fool would understand the situation: damn it, this was definitely a case of a rich kid committing a crime and getting double-crossed! This Prince Rong

was definitely not doing anything good, and the Demonic Sect was even worse—not just some bandits, but a cult.

Neither side was easy to deal with. Besides, he had humiliated the demoness who was leading them. In this situation,

could he really just say "I'm just here to buy soy sauce" and get away smoothly? That would be an insult to their intelligence. These

days, who would do something illegal without using some cleverness?
Just as Yang Cun was sweating profusely, the two sides were already locked in a fierce battle. The Demonic Sect had nearly three hundred

men ; although their number of experts was limited, they fought with extraordinary ferocity. The Prince Rong's side, on the other hand, were mostly from military

backgrounds, showing no mercy in their killing; it was clear at a glance that they were seasoned soldiers.

The sounds of battle the two sides met, they were already in a white-hot state, swords flashing and blood flowing—

a scene of intense hatred between enemies.
"Sister, I want to go back to sleep. It's too late, Mom will scold me." Yang Cun smiled bitterly.

Who cared about the Prince Rong? The most important thing right now was to get away as quickly as possible. It was his own fault for being so

curious how had he gotten himself into trouble again?
These repeated, ill-fated encounters were truly excessive. She was even relegated to the role of a bystander in something as

noble . Who would believe it could end peacefully? Moreover, there was the previous incident;

even if it wasn't voluntary, such a grudge wouldn't be easily resolved. The demoness's eyes turned

cold, and her previously hesitant steps steadied slightly.
Suddenly, four or five masked men appeared respectfully behind her. Each possessed a steady aura and

firm steps; even if their appearances were unremarkable, their imposing presence clearly indicated they were not mere extras.

They stared coldly at Yang Cun, seemingly understanding the demoness's intentions instantly, their faces revealing

murderous . Although they hadn't yet activated their inner cores for protection, their sheer presence made it clear they were

among the best in the group. "Ignorant thief!" Yang Tongbao's face turned cold. He drew his sword, stood before Yang Cun, and roared , unleashing a powerful aura as his
four inner cores converged.

Not only did the men in black hesitate, but even

the fighting crowd paused, surprised by the sudden appearance of such a powerful expert.
"Looks like my sister's going to cause trouble!" Yang Cun felt a pang of panic, but he maintained his composure, taking a

step forward with a smile. However, as his three inner cores surrounded him, he suddenly realized that Lin Guan's golden inner core had vanished.
"We don't want to leave any survivors tonight!" The demoness said fearlessly as she approached, coldly snorting,

"Prince Rong, a member of the royal family, we cannot afford to make any mistakes! You escaped death in the capital,

but you won't be so lucky this time."
"Damn, you're good at spouting high-sounding words. Didn't I let you off the hook last time in the capital? Don't even mention those calves, her

posture is so much like a strong woman's!" Yang Cun chuckled inwardly, noticing

the underlying

unease seeing the subtle murderous intent emanating from the vixen and the unfavorable situation, he swallowed his words. With her family members around,

he couldn't do anything so shameless; that would be suicidal.
"How dare you…" Yang Tongbao's face darkened, his forehead beaded with sweat! He was already

regretting going out of the city with Yang Cun in the middle of the night. Now they were in such a dangerous place; if anything happened to Yang Cun,

he wouldn't be able to face his family even in the afterlife.
"Is that so? You're quite confident!" Yang Cun calmed down, his eyes filled with nonchalant

composure. But beneath his icy expression, he couldn't resist giving her a wink. Instinct, Amen, purely

out of instinct.
"Just the two of you, I still have confidence in you." The demoness blushed slightly as she spoke, turning her head away

awkwardly . But when she came to her senses, she glared angrily at Yang Cun, a gust of

cold wind rising from her body as five ice-like inner cores instantly surrounded her, chilling and intimidating. The powerful true energy of the Five Core Realm

forcefully suppressed Yang Tongbao's Four Cores.
"Kill!" At this moment, several experts beside her also shouted, suddenly drawing their weapons and charging forward.

Their weapons were strange, each with its own strengths, clearly indicating they were not benevolent.
"Insolence!" Yang Tongbao had been Yang Shu's bodyguard since childhood, and was currently the number one person in the Prince's Mansion besides Yang Shu

, so he was naturally extremely arrogant. Seeing her so contemptuous, how could he tolerate it? He immediately roared, his four

cores surrounding him, brandishing his broadsword, and fearlessly met her attack.
There were so many experts from the Demonic Sect; Yang Cun's heart sank at the sight. The experts initially thought Yang Tongbao

was merely at the Core Formation stage, but upon closer inspection

, they discovered While they might not be a match for Yang Tongbao in a one-on-one fight, they couldn't withstand their combined attack. Even

with Yang Tongbao's valor, he felt a moment of panic and could only manage to entangle with them.
Surrounded by so many, Yang Tongbao was practically overwhelmed, yet he kept giving Yang Cun fierce signals, clearly

hoping Yang Cun would find a chance to escape. Yang Cun felt a surge of warmth at his loyalty. Even though

he was loyal to Yang Shu, in this situation, staying meant certain death! This blockhead is truly

a die-hard bastard; it's too sentimental, is it really necessary?
The enchantress didn't say anything more, her expression turning cold. A cold wind swept across the ground, her flowing skirt

swaying , making her already alluring figure appear even more sexy and captivating. If one could see her face now,

if her clothes were a little more revealing, it would be like that day, an endless spring of

beauty. Even without revealing her nipples, her irresistible allure would be enough to make one's nose bleed.
"Duke Jingguo!" the enchantress murmured softly, her steps growing firmer. Her five unique inner cores

emanated a chilling aura, like that of an icy hell, causing the temperature to plummet. Instantly,

it felt as if one were in a frozen wasteland, a bone-chilling cold that drove one mad.
With a delicate shout, her graceful figure moved with the speed of a ghost, her sleeves fluttering lightly. The power of her five cores contained a chilling cold that

made one blood run cold, and she attacked Yang Cun without hesitation. The little enchantress's expression was a mixture of hesitation,

shyness, and a hint of anger. This attack was full of grandeur, making everyone hold their breath.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey..." Yang Cun chuckled lewdly, seeing her anger. His mind kept replaying that incredibly enchanting

day , and his boiling blood was unsure whether to give it to his head or to his life-threatening body.
"My lord, be careful!" Yang Tongbao was immediately startled. This demoness, so young, possessed a

Five-Dan Realm cultivation that was enough to make her the envy of the world. Her attack was so fierce; everyone could see that she hoped to strike with one blow. Just

based on this terrifying cultivation, there were very few people in the world stronger than her.
However, Yang Tongbao was completely unable to break free at this moment! Several experts from the Demonic Sect were constantly entangled with him, and Yang Tongbao was already struggling to deal with

their relentless attacks. Even though he believed he had the strength to fight the demoness

, he was too far away to help her now!
"Come on!" Yang Cun dared not joke anymore. He tensed up and dared not be negligent. After shouting,

he raised , and pure white three Dan surrounded his body. A true qi that was even thicker than before rose from the ground like white mist,

looking extremely eerie.
If a fourth-tier cultivator could fight a fifth-tier cultivator,

then smiled contemptuously, silently approaching Yang Cun. With a flick of her wrist, icy mist enveloped

her slender jade arm. Her seemingly soft hand contained a terrifying force that made one's heart tremble, aiming straight for Yang Cun's

crown, attempting to kill him instantly.
"Gold, kill..." Yang Cun dared not be careless, urging all his true energy, preparing to fight to the death. He

was determined to make her suffer even if he died, the worst outcome being his self-destruction of his inner core, delivering a heavy

blow to her. But just as the demoness's hand was about to strike, a thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly gained insight. An

unprecedented experience emerged from his spiritual sea.
"Such powerful strength. Back when we were young and inexperienced, Xiao Ying and I never had such cultivation..." At this moment,

a surprised and arrogant voice suddenly appeared in his mind, startling Yang Cun.
In an instant, as if time had stood still, the forest guard, his body radiating golden light, stood smiling

behind Yang Cun. Despite his bloodied flesh and wounded soul, his face was contorted with a ferocious, warlike grin. His hand

rested silently on Yang Cun's shoulder, and as the chilling killing intent surged forth, he excitedly said, "My brother,

my friend, there's not much I can do to help you now, but I can still lend you this power..."

"Die!" In an instant, the demoness's expression turned cold. Her hand was already inches away, and the dissolute

scoundrel she had longed to kill day and night was now within reach. But just as this strike was about to land, her flickering eyes suddenly

wavered, and the once resolute killing intent began to waver and hesitate like never before.
"Consolidate your power, strengthen your troops, and annihilate!" Yang Cun snapped out of his daze in his spiritual sea, his face instantly turning grim. He roared,

his body enveloped in golden light, pure white true energy intertwined with golden true essence spiritual energy. He raised his hand and threw a punch,

fearlessly meeting the attack head-on.
With a resounding "bang," the seemingly soft strike was incredibly heavy. A head-on collision, the demoness's eyes widened in surprise.

Although unharmed, she was forced

back After staggering back a few steps, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and quickly swallowed.
This attack drew everyone's attention. Even in his disheveled state, Yang Cun's appearance

was still astonishing! On the top of his head, the heavy, ancient Vajra Seal swirled with golden light. The intertwining of

white true energy and golden light created a hazy, misty effect, appearing unfathomable and commanding respect.

The overwhelming killing intent carried by the flashing golden light was terrifying, seemingly capable of slaughtering the entire world, slaying

all living beings.
"The Vajra Seal has recognized its master?" The demoness's face was now sinister, her words devoid of any allure,

filled instead with resentment and anger. Yet, for some reason, despite her failed all-out attack, her tone carried

an eerily relaxed ease.
"Guess?" At this moment of seriousness, Yang Cun suddenly chuckled, a "I'll tease you to death"

expression .
"So what if you have the Vajra Seal? You'll still die here today!" The demoness's face was icy, ignoring Yang Cun's

playful grin. She approached step by step, her true energy growing colder with each step, its previously

profound power gradually becoming volatile, seemingly undergoing a strange qualitative change
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