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

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Chapter Four: The Dignity of Bloodline
After several days of recuperation, the good news of Duke Jing's awakening finally spread throughout the capital. Although this was

an , it still attracted the attention of many interested parties. This included the disciples of the Imperial Preceptor,

who were eager to know everything about the Vajra Seal World and the whereabouts of the Forest Guardian. They

frequently visited him under the guise of a visit, but Yang Shu always declined, citing illness. Faced with Yang Shu's status as the Prince of Zhen and his mastery of the Sixth Dan realm of

the Five Elements , anyone would feel intimidated; no one wanted to offend such a uniquely powerful

expert.
Under the bright sun, everything in the capital remained peaceful. The canal rippled, yet appeared

orderly, with boatmen and watermen on both banks busy at the docks, meticulously calculating the weight of

their goods . As they were distracted, a huge private pleasure boat slowly drifted by on the river. Its hull

was simple and unpretentious, yet its imposing size and sturdiness were a rare sight of luxury on the canal.
While the exterior resembled that of an ordinary household, the deck was adorned with heavily armored

soldiers. The flag on the large boat fluttered in the wind, its vibrant green banner and golden "Yang" character dazzlingly bright.

The people of the Great Hua Dynasty knew from childhood who owned this distinctive symbol: Yang Bai of Jiangnan and Wang Qing of Jingdu Town.

Apart from them dared to openly use such a symbol.
On the deck, low stools and tables, a purple clay teapot, and a cup of fragrant tea, light and delicate, created a scene of leisurely enjoyment .

One could watch the bustling life of the people, the gentle river breeze caressing the water, the light boats on the canal, and the green willows lining the banks—

everything seemed incredibly peaceful and idyllic.
"So that's what happened..." Yang Cun frowned, swallowing the extremely bitter medicine.

He felt a sudden numbness in his head, and a chill ran through his body. His previously clear mind momentarily

faltered .
"Yes, Shu'er is also filled with doubt." Yang Shu sat opposite Yang Cun, his expression filled with indescribable

solemnity and confusion.
The capital city was thrown into turmoil that night. The Prince Zhen's mansion was brazenly attacked by unknown bandits right under the emperor's nose. Such a horrific event shocked not only

the entire nation but also caused an uproar in the court. The ailing emperor was furious;

the residence of a prince of the Great Hua Dynasty had been attacked so openly! This was not only an insult to the Yang family but also

an insult to the imperial family. That night, nearly a hundred heads rolled in the Nine Gates, Shuntian Prefecture, and the capital's government offices,

casting an indescribable shadow over the already turbulent capital.
"A hundred heads rolled..." Yang Cun paused,

seemingly unable to grasp it.
"Uncle, do you have any insights into Shu'er's confusion?" Yang Shu smiled bitterly, a sudden pang

of . His life's ambition had always been to revitalize the Yang family, a family with a century-long history.

Yet, their reputation had been utterly tarnished by the open attack of bandits in the capital, causing them to lose face, if not plummet. In truth, he hadn't initially anticipated the bandits' superior skill

; otherwise, he would have acted long ago, preventing their audacity.
"It's hard to say," Yang Cun also smiled bitterly.
On the table between them lay two items: a seemingly ordinary broadsword and a pair of crutches, a rarity

in the north , and a pair of strangely styled boots stained with blood. They appeared

unremarkable, but Yang Shu, who had grown up in the capital, immediately recognized them as items crafted by the Imperial Household Department. These

items , Yang Shu hadn't presented them, as the bandits' skill level was far beyond that of ordinary江湖草莽 (jianghu cao,

meaning江湖草莽, a term referring to ... jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jianghu cao, a jiang
"Uncle, do you still not believe me?" Yang Shu was getting anxious. Hearing Yang Cun's perfunctory words,

he felt disappointed and slightly annoyed.
"No, you're overthinking it. There are just some things I haven't figured out yet." Yang Cun slowly shook his head. At

this point, if he had to say who his only friend in the world was, it would be Yang Shu. He was proud, but

because of the pride of their blood ties, he had a deep-seated respect for him. He

didn't hide anything from him, even about such a sensitive matter, which showed that he truly trusted him completely.
However, the more troublesome problem was that the thieves were shocked to see Yang Shu still at the mansion that night.

Yang Shu, of course, hadn't overlooked such a small detail. After investigating, he found out that it was the wedding banquet of an official from the Ministry of Personnel that day, and he

had already sent invitations to the Prince's Mansion. However, one of the guards at the mansion had an urgent matter at home that day and forgot to report it.

So, judging from the thieves' reaction, they must have known all along. If it weren't for this error,

Yang Shu would definitely have taken time out of his busy schedule to go and offer his congratulations that night.
Although he was a minor official, this marriage was shrouded in mystery. Firstly, it was an imperial decree,

and the auspicious date was personally chosen by Prince Rong. However, this minor official happened to be from the same clan as Prince Rong's wife. Even though his rank

was low, his influence was immense, and in such a situation, no one could refuse.

This explained why the men in black were surprised that Yang Shu was still at the residence, adding to the trouble.
The old emperor, Prince Rong, Prince Ding… Yang Cun's mind raced, but he couldn't pinpoint the most suspicious

person. Only one purpose remained clear. He had just arrived in the capital, hadn't offended anyone, and had no other use

. Since these thieves had come, their purpose was clearly singular: the Vajra Seal, which was closely related to him

. Upon reflection, none of these three powerful figures seemed to need this elemental item, yet they were

only mortals; who wouldn't be greedy? Therefore, all three were suspects.
"Uncle, there are countless spies around Shu'er now, so some things are better left unsaid."

As Yang Shu spoke, his gaze drifted to an inconspicuous little fishing boat on the riverbank.
"I understand." Yang Cun nodded solemnly, inwardly praising Yang Shu for his seemingly old-fashioned nature, but

for his quick wit . The little fishing boat was indeed suspicious. It followed slowly behind, seemingly ordinary,

with only a fisherman-like figure on the deck pretending to be busy, appearing to be a commoner worried about their livelihood.
However, there were some details they hadn't noticed, or perhaps they simply hadn't experienced this kind of life. First

, there was the fisherman; fishermen who fetched water usually went barefoot, as it made it easier to maintain

their balance on the boat. Second, they were accustomed to wearing raincoats, which, on dry days, were usually hung on the mast to dry,

rather than carelessly left on the ground. The deck was always damp, and leaving the raincoat on the deck would make it difficult to preserve.

Moreover, raincoats can only be hung vertically, not horizontally, which has always been a major taboo for boatmen.
The biggest flaw was the fisherman's exposed hands. People who work on the water are exposed to the wind and sun year-round, so their hands are definitely

rough and particularly dark. However, this man's hands, while rough, were unusually fair. Furthermore, every

time he picked up the fishing net, he would hurriedly toss it in and scoop it up, the net was not spread evenly, and each net yielded little.

He didn't even sort the fish he caught, nor did he have the habit of throwing small fish back into the river. He would simply toss them into the hold and

leave them there, seemingly unaware of the rule among fishermen not to catch small fish when casting their nets. These suspicious points made it hard not to be suspicious.
"They shouldn't be from the same group." Yang Cun shook his head immediately after only a few careful glances.
"Ignorant fool!" Yang Shu sneered, his eyes already revealing murderous intent.
"Never mind them for now." Yang Cun carefully considered each suspicious point, then looked up at

the , and suddenly realized something. He said, "Shu'er, it seems that the capital won't be peaceful for a while.

I know there are some things you can't say outright. Right now, the more polite someone is to us, the more wary we should be."
"Uncle... are you talking about Prince Rong?" Yang Shu suddenly had a thought.
"This is just my guess." Yang Cun said solemnly, "Prince Rong is kind and approachable, but perhaps

a little too kind. Who among the imperial families doesn't have a bit of arrogance and a sense of superiority?

If isn't naturally good-natured, then it can only mean that he is very cunning and particularly good at hiding his true intentions. Such people

always make people feel unprepared."
"Shu'er understands." Yang Shu nodded seriously.
"How is the Crown Prince doing now?" Yang Cun asked with concern. After all, although Zhao Qinli was the one who acted

frivolously that night, he is still the future emperor. Just by looking at that kid, you can tell he is definitely a petty person

. It would be a fool to say he doesn't hold a grudge. Gao Lianxin hurt him. Putting everything else aside, the old emperor would definitely be heartbroken.

Yang Cun didn't believe in any of that nonsense about fairness and justice. If they hadn't been in the Prince Zhen's mansion, Gao Lianxin,

a commoner whose life was as insignificant as an ant in their eyes, would probably have been beaten to death long ago!
"Placed in the Eastern Palace..." Yang Shu frowned and sighed, "Although His Majesty

seems disappointed , he is still his beloved grandson. This matter hasn't been publicized. Although the Crown Prince's behavior was frivolous

and indecent, he is still the heir apparent. Alas..."
"I understand." Yang Cun nodded solemnly. After all, people have personal feelings. Although this matter

seemed calm on the surface, that kid was definitely a petty person, just as he had guessed. Although he

couldn't frame Yang Shu now, judging from Yang Shu's behavior, there would be no shortage of trouble in the future.
"Uncle, you must be very careful on this trip..." Yang Shu said solemnly and sternly, "

The border unstable, and the Hu people's army is slowly gathering. In the coming months, I'm afraid I'll be too busy with the war to pay attention.

The atmosphere in the court is rather gloomy, and with the strange people causing trouble in various places, I'm afraid there will be

a series of .
" Seeing his evasive words and glancing at the small boats following them, it was clear he had something he couldn't say aloud. For even

a prince to hesitate, one could imagine how treasonous these words were. Yang Cun thought for a moment,

then nodded gravely, his mind instantly recalling the seemingly harmless-looking Prince Rong, and the half-baked soldiers... The Prince of Ding, a man
with the air of a powerful warlord , and Yang Shu had
a private conversation. They rested at a nearby dock as night quietly fell.

Parting was inevitable, and with many battles raging on the frontier, Yang Shu couldn't escort Yang Cun back to Jiangnan.

After a moment of lamentation, Yang Shu led his troops back to the capital by land. Concerned for Yang Cun's safety, he dispatched Yang

Tongbao with a thousand of Yang family's elite soldiers to escort him.
As night fell, the thousand soldiers, along with veteran soldiers including Wang Dong, split into dozens of large ships and continued south

along the canal. Such a large fleet was a huge burden for anyone, so these ships were temporarily

borrowed from the navy.
"My lord, aren't you going to rest?" Amidst the twinkling stars, a beautiful, dreamlike figure emerged from the cabin under

the moonlight , draping a coat over Yang Cun's shoulders. She softly said, "You're still recovering; it's not good for you

to be out in the night wind. You should rest early."
"You too, it's cold at night, better not to come out." Yang Cun gave Gao Lianxin a gentle smile,

his mind a jumbled mess, unable to sleep.
"My lord, your medicine is left over again." Gao Lianxin looked at the small amount of bitter medicine in the bowl with

a hint of reproach, concerned yet slightly reproachful.
"That's the dregs at the bottom, it's unpleasant to drink!" Yang Cun gazed at the long canal, his eyes still somewhat vacant.
This trip to the capital was truly turbulent. If those bandits had succeeded that night, would they have killed him,

or did they have other motives? The claim that the so-called survivors captured by Shuntian Prefecture could commit suicide by poison in prison was laughable.

With such a rigorous search, where would they get poison? It was more believable that someone had killed him to cover it up!

These small details reflect far too many problems. Most importantly, the power behind them is immense;

even the Zhenwang Mansion, which has operated in the capital for centuries, couldn't detect it. It seems things are escalating.
"I'll go back to my room to rest..." Gao Lianxin, seeing Yang Cun's troubled expression, felt a pang of heartache mixed with

a sense of being neglected. She murmured softly, gave Yang Cun a deep look, and slowly walked back into the cabin.
"Get some rest." Yang Cun turned and hugged her tightly, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek. Gao Lianxin blushed instantly

, but gave a soft, happy hum. Seeing the slight glint of lust in Yang Cun's eyes, she immediately

fled back to her room.
He had initially thought men were animals driven only by their lower instincts, acting impulsively without regard for anything else. Faced with such a

captivating beauty, Yang Cun's initial thought was definitely to take her first, considering sweet words and

gentle persuasion as noble methods. However, in reality, his mind was in such a chaotic state that he

had no time to think about such things. All the blood in his corpus cavernosum was flowing to his brain, so he couldn't possibly have such a terrible impulse.
In the dead of night, the large ship continued its quiet journey, while the less-than-professional fishing boat had long since disappeared.

However, another small cargo ship was following behind, pretending to be in a hurry. Yang Cun had

no insignificant creatures. If they had ulterior motives, they could have made their move when Yang Shu left.

With so many soldiers around him, he had nothing to worry about.
Inside the cabin, the small candlelight flickered uncontrollably with the swaying of the waves. On the large bed,

Yang Cun, shirtless, silently examined his body. His once weak and pale body now

bore many strange golden patterns on his chest. Unfathomable and inexplicable, they shimmered with an eerie light—

the unique symbol of the Vajra Seal.
In the dimly lit room, Yang Cun slowly raised his hand. His previously empty palm suddenly blazed with

golden light, and the incredibly powerful Vajra Seal slowly emerged from his hand. This time, the Vajra Seal's dazzling light

no longer possessed its previous destructive power; instead, it was filled with tension and fear, restless and extremely

unstable.
A few days ago, after waking up, Yang Cun knew the Vajra Seal was within him. After exchanging a pill with Lin Guan, he

also understood the method to enter the Vajra Seal's world. Normally, he should be able to enter and exit without hindrance,

but since that awakening, both the Vajra Seal and Lin Guan had simultaneously refused his entry again. Moreover, the Vajra Seal was

becoming increasingly restless, and even now, Yang Cun couldn't figure out what was wrong.
"It's happening again, sigh..." He tried to enter the world of the Vajra Seal once more, but still failed. Yang

Cun couldn't help but sigh. It was normal for the Vajra Seal to reject him, but why wouldn't even the forest ranger let him in

? Thinking of those ten thousand terrifying golden armored chariots and those brave and frightening soldiers, Yang Cun still felt an indescribable chill

throughout his body . In the world of the Vajra Seal, the overwhelming momentum of a thousand troops, even knowing that

they weren't living people, still possessed their own souls. And that terrifying aura, the earth

-shattering , was something that probably no army in the world could withstand.
"What exactly did the old Taoist teach me?" Yang Cun frowned again, took out the old manuscript from his pocket,

and had to study it carefully once more.
He originally thought the old Taoist was just a lazy bum, but who knew that what he taught was neither fish nor fowl, and

seemed completely useless. But while inside the Vajra Seal world, he suddenly understood the overwhelming

killing intent there, and the power contained within that world of slaughter. Even now, Yang Cun doesn't know why he

comprehended and utilized that power that even he found astonishing in that instant, but he knows clearly in his heart that

it all stemmed from the seemingly nonsensical things the old Taoist had taught him.
"Spring wood flourishes, fire is in phase, earth dies, metal is imprisoned, water rests; summer fire flourishes, earth is in phase, metal dies, water is imprisoned, wood rests;

autumn metal flourishes, water is in phase, wood dies, fire is imprisoned, earth rests; winter water flourishes, wood is in phase, fire dies, earth is imprisoned, metal rests..." He recited

softly , his head spinning. These words were so mysterious that they made him want to hang himself. But

when he recalled the wonderful feeling of using that overwhelming power in the Vajra Seal world, Yang Cun immediately rallied his spirits and

continued reading the incomprehensible words in the book, enduring the boredom and continuing to delve into the

boundless mysteries contained within these chaotic texts.
The world seemed to transform in an instant, immersing him in the profound and mysterious text. His eyes were filled with

incomprehensible symbols and enigmatic patterns flashing before him. His eyes were focused on the

ancient, profound book in his hands, yet his visions conjured a vast and boundless panorama. A sky full of stars, towering mountains and dense forests, flowing water and blazing heat—

the stars twinkled with unfathomable mystery, seemingly containing the eternally unfathomable Dao of the universe, giving him a sense of enlightenment,

yet upon closer inspection, it vanished without a trace.
"My lord, are you asleep?" A timid yet slightly mischievous

voice , clear and sweet, sending chills down his spine.
"Come in." Yang Cun's mind snapped back to reality, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He hurriedly closed

the strange book and set it aside. It was too bizarre. He clearly saw only words, yet why did his mind

seem to be filled with countless fantastical visions? This book was indeed very strange.
"Oh, you're still awake..." The door opened a crack, and a small head peeked in. It blinked its

adorable big eyes, looked around, and then jumped in with a smile.
Long, flowing hair was simply styled into slightly childish yet endearing braids. A purplish-red dress

hugged its petite and cute body. While not exactly alluring, it possessed a natural sexiness. Its round, cute face

had a faint blush from a bath, and its delicate features combined to create a particularly charming

and
captivating look. However, its appearance was slightly childish, lacking the seductive allure of a mature woman, and possessing more of a mischievous and clever charm. "Anning, what's up?" Yang Cun's eyes lit up immediately. Looking at the cute and charming little girl before him,

and recalling her sister An Qiao's gentle and sweet first night, his throat suddenly went dry, and he couldn't help but swallow.
"Ah, Sister Lianxin isn't here?" Anning looked around the room, asking with a mixture of doubt and mischievousness

.
"Her? What's she doing in my room in the middle of the night?" Yang Cun immediately adopted a gentlemanly demeanor,

adhering the principle of propriety between men and women in this era, so hypocritical that he even wanted to self-harm to stop

the urge to vomit!
"Hehe, it's best if she's not here!" An Ning blushed slightly, immediately giving Yang Cun a sweet smile, saying with a hint of

playfulness , "I was afraid of disturbing your love talk!"
"At such a young age, what do you know about love talk!" Yang Cun still maintained a serious face, but his

words sounded too guilty.
"Oh..." An Ning glanced at Yang Cun meaningfully, letting out a long "oh," clearly

with a peculiar meaning.
"What is it?" Yang Cun couldn't help but blush at this question. This body was clearly

not much older than them, but perhaps because of his second life, he always felt a bit old-fashioned, and besides,

he had just slept with An Qiao, so saying such things in front of An Ning would make him seem like a beast in human clothing.
"My sister asked if you want to take a shower tonight." As Anning spoke, her usually playful and bold face

flushed slightly, and her usually sparkling eyes instinctively glanced to the other side, avoiding Yang Cun's gaze.
That night, on the small boat returning to Beijing, the waves rippled gently, a slight sound that still disturbed her sweet dreams. Inside

the room , she hid under the covers, pretending to be asleep, so nervous she didn't dare breathe—her heart

was pounding so fast she could hardly bear it, yet she didn't dare pull back the covers to see what was happening. She let her sister be carried away brazenly

and , then the lights went out, plunging everything into darkness, where she couldn't see anything.
An Ning could feel her face burning hot. She wanted to fall asleep quickly and pretend she

knew nothing, but her heart was pounding like ants. Even though she dared not look, her mind was inexplicably drawn to

the faint sounds coming from the large bed not far away—whispers, her sister's shy, coquettish voice, which finally turned into what sounded like

painful moans. The sounds were subtle, yet they seemed to pierce her soul, completely numbing the young and innocent An Ning's mind

. Amidst those burning sounds, she felt her body burning hot,

completely enveloped by an unease she had never experienced before.
"You even had someone boil water?" Yang Cun suddenly pondered. After all, most of the people on this ship were soldiers from the Prince of Zhen's Mansion

. It felt somewhat abrupt for the little girl to order Yang Shu's retainers around.
"I...we didn't!" An Ning finally came to her senses, touching her flushed face, and quickly

lowered her head to explain softly, "It was Uncle Dong. He was worried you wouldn't be able to sleep without bathing tonight. The ship is rocking, so

he asked those soldiers to boil water for you."
"Hmm, where's your sister?" Yang Cun breathed a sigh of relief. After all, no matter how much he doted on the two sisters, in

the eyes of outsiders, they were still just maids, and it wasn't appropriate for them to boss others around. But Wang Dong was different

. He was senior and had long been recognized by these young men after killing the bandits at the Prince's Mansion

. He was qualified to give orders to others.
"She said she had to ask you first." An Ning covered her flushed face and said naturally, "If you want to take a bath

, she'll get you a change of clothes!" "
Okay, you guys go and prepare." Yang Cun felt a warmth in his heart and gave An Ning a natural smile. It felt so good to be cared for. An Qiao was so

sensible and considerate. The shy, budding girl's expression of love was

heartbreaking. Expressing her longing in this way was truly in line with her style. Thinking about it, he had

n't spent much time with her in several days.
"Um, then, then I'll go call my sister..." An Ning suddenly felt her heart pounding, her mind going blank

. The face before her smiled so beautifully and charmingly, the rich emotion in that smile

deeply .
As soon as she finished speaking, An Ning covered her face and hurriedly opened the door and ran out. This was completely unlike

her usual carefree self. Even as a nominal maid, she had no awareness of serving others. Yang Cun couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

This girl was truly adorably silly. However, as Yang Cun narrowed his eyes, watching her swaying, adorable buttocks and

the beautiful curves beneath her skirt, his smile turned somewhat lewd… He wondered if this girl's face was as

cute as her sister's, and if her figure was just as petite and exquisite, yet exceptionally curvaceous?
Not long after, he saw several soldiers, their faces bruised and swollen,

struggling to carry hot water and bathtubs in, rubbing their wounds and enduring the pain. Almost every inch of their skin was unscathed

; bruised and swollen was an understatement. Many even had blood-stained bandages wrapped around their bodies,

looking no different from wounded soldiers just off the battlefield.
"What happened to you?" Yang Cun was immediately alarmed. Had something happened outside?
"Nothing, sir, we…we're not very skilled!" The group of wounded young men were immediately filled with shame,

not daring to look Yang Cun in the eye. They all lowered their heads and busied themselves with their work, muttering under their breath, cursing each other softly,

and glaring fiercely at one another.
Having just finished their work, they dusted themselves off and ran off faster than dogs. Yang Cun had no idea what was going on.

Watching these guys limp away, he couldn't help but recall the earnest

words Yang Shu had once spoken to him.
They talked late into the night by candlelight, the surroundings silent. Yang Shu, hands clasped behind his back, stared sharply yet vacantly at the night sky.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said with a hint of sharpness, "Uncle, although we know the Hu people are no

rabble, no one except His Majesty knows how many troops they have. Looking across the court,

there are very few who have the will to lead a large army to fight them. The court is currently in a state of having soldiers but no generals."

He sighed heavily, "Besides my Yang family, the Lin and Xiao families have long since declined. Our

elders with military talent have all retired to their hometowns. In the court, I'm afraid only Prince Ding can lead the army to battle. He has been stationed in

the Northeast for many years, commanding 100,000 soldiers, and has countless protégés and associates in the Ministry of War. If..." "If the Ministry of War is willing to do everything in its power to persuade him,

then the strongest general to lead the north to fight the enemy will undoubtedly be Prince Ding."
Changing his tone, Yang Shu's face was now filled with resolute determination and barely suppressed excitement: "But

how can our esteemed Yang family, the number one martial family in the Great Hua for a century, hide in this comfortable situation? Although Prince Ding is guarding the northeastern front, without strong troops

to suppress it , it is easy for trouble to arise. Prince Ding's troops cannot be easily transferred.

His Majesty surely understands this simple truth. Therefore, I, Shu'er, wish to wait until this matter is discussed in court, then request permission to lead troops north to fight a bloody battle and display

the prestige of our number one martial family for a century."
He paused, his normally cold expression turning somewhat fierce, gritting his teeth as he said, "Even if I die on the battlefield,

I, Shu'er, swear that the banner of my Yang family will once again be worshipped by the people of the Great Hua for eternity..."
Die on the battlefield? Thinking of the number one martial family for a century, Yang Cun fell silent. In his past thoughts,

these things had nothing to do with him. Although this body flowed with the blood of the Yang family, his

soul was independent. Having been born into such a fortunate family, he should naturally indulge in good food, drink, and entertainment, fulfilling

the duties of a spoiled young master and enjoying a decadent lifestyle.
Jiangnan is white, Kyoto is green… Yang Cun suddenly felt a pang of sadness. In this short time, why had his

thoughts been stirred by Yang Shu's dignity, which seemed to emanate from his very soul? The dignity of a century-old martial family, the century-old Yang family, the Zhenwang Mansion,

the hereditary Duke of Jingguo—the inheritance from his ancestors, the dignity in his blood. Was that obsession truly so strong that

his empty modern soul couldn't comprehend it?
"Yang Shu, you fucking betrayed me!" Yang Cun sighed for some reason, cursing in a way that even he

found inexplicable.

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