[Hetu][Heavenly Demon][Episode 6 Chapter 2]

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Chapter Two: Past Glory
Outside the Yipin Tower, amidst verdant hills and clear waters, by West Lake, the scenery was naturally breathtaking. A gentle breeze caressed the water's surface,

willows , and a light mist swirled around the pond, creating a scene of idyllic beauty.
After a night of carefree spring breezes, Yang Cun didn't wake until late morning. He then cuddled the adorable twin

sisters in bed, playing with them, listening to their stories of the past, teasing them with suggestive remarks, and watching

the sisters, newly deflowered, blush and pout—it was truly a great pleasure. Had it not been for the excessive wind and rain of the previous night, Yang Cun

would have loved to continue indulging in the soft, fragrant warmth of these two petite and lovely creatures.
It wasn't until the afternoon that An Qiao, finally too shy to admit it and fearing gossip, shyly and coquettishly urged Yang Cun to

get up . Despite his reluctance to leave this gentle haven, Yang Cun figured he'd had enough sleep. He reluctantly bathed and changed under

the inexperienced , stretching lazily as he got out of bed, only to be greeted by the evening glow.
A swaying armchair gently rocked as Yang Cun hummed an unknown tune, closing his eyes to enjoy

the cool evening air of Hangzhou. Although his snow-white scholar's robe made him appear dashing, his languid

demeanor added a touch of lazy, spoiled air. He felt quite at ease, at least for the few peaceful

days he'd had in recent days.
"Sister, I don't want to drink it, it's so bitter!" On a small stool beside him, An Ning complained, her small, white

hands holding a bowl of steaming hot medicine. The girl was dressed in a simple green floral dress, and although

her steps were a little unsteady, she was as charming and endearing as a mountain sprite.
"Drink it obediently, the medicine is only effective if it's bitter," An Qiao earnestly instructed from the side. Her light pink

embroidered silk dress distinguished her from her sister. Even though they shared the same face and body, An Qiao now possessed a gentle

demeanor mixed with a sisterly sternness, giving her a unique charm.
Although An Ning still felt some pain after losing her virginity, she could still get up and walk, though her unsteady

steps were truly heartbreaking. As soon as she left the manor, An Qiao couldn't wait to run to the pharmacy to get her some medicine. Last night,

she had shared a husband with her sister, but as the older sister, she felt sorry for her somewhat childish and mischievous younger sister.

Although the shyness and lingering joy in her sister's expression today both comforted and saddened her, she was still a young girl's

new lover, and she didn't want her sister to develop any health problems.
"Yes, you'd better drink it obediently, or I'll punish you later!" Yang Cun

smiled , opened his eyes, and looked at the two cute twin sisters beside him. The erotic scenes of last night resurfaced in his mind

, and his blood was starting to heat up.
"Okay, okay." An Ning pouted with a wronged look, her pink eyebrows slightly furrowed as she blew on the medicine and sipped it little by little

.
"Good girl, don't run around after you drink it." An Qiao smiled with relief, but looking at her sister's sweet

tone , besides being wronged, there was a hint of coquetry, and her eyes kept stealing glances at Yang Cun. An Qiao

found it amusing, but she also understood that her sister had grown up. Although she had half-heartedly given in last night, after a night of pleasure,

she knew that she would belong to this man from now on.
An Qiao was inherently virtuous and mindful of her and her sister's status. Although Yang Cun never treated her as a maid

, she understood the difference between master and servant and couldn't afford to embarrass the Duke's mansion in front of outsiders. So, she spent the whole

day instructing her sister not to be willful and to learn the duties of a maid. The girl's nagging was quite

endearing, and Yang Cun was happy that she had taught her sister to be more obedient. However, An Ning was suffering. After losing her virginity, she

hadn't even had a moment alone with her sister before being bombarded with lectures. Her ears were practically calloused, and

the rules of conduct from her sister's mouth made her shudder.
"Master, how much longer are we going to stay here?" An Ning was no longer the lively girl she used to be. She

was very well-behaved under her sister's nose, and it seemed inappropriate for her to be so lively while sightseeing. Despite the difficulty of moving around after losing her virginity

, the little one still felt very bored.
"Soon, just a little while longer," Yang Cun laughed, tears welling up in his eyes. An Qiao

looks quite delicate, but she's stricter with her younger sister than with her daughter—it's really amusing!
Just as the three were chatting and laughing, a series of footsteps came from the stairs. The sound was dense and powerful,

clearly indicating a large group of people. An Qiao quickly pulled her sister to stand up, standing properly

beside . An Ning, despite feeling a slight pain, obediently stood up as well. After all, they were maids in the mansion;

how could the master receive guests while the maids sat beside him? That would be too impolite.
As the footsteps drew closer, Wang Dong strode confidently at the front, followed by a dozen

men of varying ages. The group seemed hurried and overjoyed. Upon reaching them, Wang Dong knelt down excitedly

, bowing respectfully and saying, "Young Master, this old servant has returned."
"This humble general... greets Your Excellency." The group of men, young and old, couldn't hide their excitement, curiously

and examining Yang Cun. They quickly knelt down as well, offering a deep bow.
"Please rise, my esteemed uncles!" Yang Cun quickly stood up, and after helping them to their feet, he smiled and said, "My

uncles are all veterans of our Duke's mansion. Some followed my late father into battle, and some, though nominally

master , were in reality brothers. Wenjing is but a junior; how can I accept such a grand gesture?"
"Our Yang family, the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, has a worthy successor!" Some of the elders were already sobbing as they spoke:

"If Master Mingcheng knew this in the afterlife, he could rest in peace. Young Master! You spent your childhood in seclusion with a hermit, and all these

years we old folks have longed for your return. We've finally welcomed you back."
Wang Dong was very familiar with these old retainers, and recalling the past, they were all soon overcome with tears. Within a

radius of three kilometers of the Yang family, the most desolate place in the past decade or so was this Duke of Jingguo's mansion, its incense burning low. In the past,

how glorious the Yang family of Jiangnan was! Who wouldn't feel awe and respect when they spoke of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion? More than a decade had passed; people had come and gone, and it was

only with great difficulty that the heir of this household had finally returned, bringing tears of joy to their eyes.
Yang Cun quickly offered them seats, and after settling them in, the two sisters, like butterflies flitting among flowers, served tea to these old retainers.

Yang Cun chatted with them casually, asking about past glories that even they themselves didn't know. This

stirred up the memories of many of the old retainers, who shook their heads and sighed, yet were filled with longing. Time is a cruel mistress; some

who couldn't endure it had already followed their former master. Although they were all gathered together now, where was the laughter and joy of the past?
As night fell and the stars faded, An Qiao softly asked, "Master, shall we prepare dinner?"
Perhaps influenced by the group of elders, not only An Qiao, but even the somewhat brash An Ning softened,

a sense of belonging dawning on her. An Ning had been pouring tea for most of the day, not only without complaint or whining,

but also diligently calling them "Grandpa" repeatedly. This made the elders, while feeling a pang of sadness, also praise the two girls

for being sensible, saying that the Yang family's maids should be as obedient as them. This made the two girls blush, too

shy to reply. "Yes, prepare it," Yang Cun said, feeling a sudden heaviness in his heart, along with an inexplicable sense of mission,
as they were moved by their words . 　　Yi Pin Lou had the best chefs in Hangzhou, so setting up several tables of food in the garden was a given. As soon as the table the old retainers of the manor and their families, along with some young people who had come to accompany their elders. 　　Although initially somewhat reserved, the initial melancholy transformed into boundless enthusiasm after a few drinks. At the main table, an old general, as old as Wang Dong, stood up tremblingly, holding a wine cup and excitedly saying, "Young Master, this old man toasts you!" 　　"Grandpa, please sit down, we're family, no need for formalities!" Yang Cun also quickly stood up, holding his wine cup. 　　"Grandpa, you can't drink!" Just as the old man raised his cup to drink, seven or eight young men rushed out from the side, grabbed the old man, and snatched the wine cup from his hand. The group of young men were all tall and sturdy . The leader was a middle-aged man with a mustache, who looked slightly angry but cautiously said, " Didn't the doctor say that your heart fire is damaging your liver? You absolutely mustn't drink anything." 　　"Leave me alone!" The old man's stubbornness flared. Although he was clearly pleased , he still glared and puffed out his mustache, saying irritably, "How can we not have a drink on such a good day? Even if I have to finish this cup and follow my father in death, it'll be worth it. Give me the wine." 　　"This…" The middle-aged man looked troubled. He was clearly a filial son and dared not disobey his father. He could only turn to Yang Cun with a wry smile and pass the problem to him: "Young Master, please persuade my father. He drank heavily and without restraint when he was young, and the doctor has already sternly warned him not to drink anything more." 　　"This is Zhou Yin," Wang Dong whispered to Yang Cun. "The old man used to be a sword-wielding general who followed your grandfather. He even served as a vanguard in the army. Even when Master Mingcheng was alive, he had to show him some respect. You'd better be careful. The old man has a terrible temper. Although He's trained all his disciples and grand-disciples, as well as his own direct descendants, to be very successful. There are countless people joining the army or martial arts, which is a great honor for the family." 　　"Old man, don't be in such a hurry," Yang Cun nodded knowingly. Looking at the tall and strong , he knew how formidable this family was. He immediately waved his hand, signaling the old man not to be impulsive, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Old man, it's a joyous occasion, so we should have a drink, but we can't overshadow the young people. Look at you, with so many descendants, shouldn't you give the young people a chance to shine?" 　　"Oh, old man, you're being rash." Zhou Yin chuckled immediately, his attitude softening. These words struck a chord with him. How many soldiers had died on the battlefield, and how many had as many filial descendants as he did? In the old man's eyes, his glorious military achievements were far less worthy of boasting than these dutiful children and grandchildren. 　　"Your subordinate, Zhou Motai, on behalf of my father, toasts the young master!" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly snatched the old man 's wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. 　　"A toast to the young master!" The Zhou family members quickly filled their bowls or wine cups and respectfully drank them down. 　　"Good!" The other old men, besides feeling envious, seemed to reminisce about their own youthful days. Seeing Yang Cun drink it all down, they all cheered. 　　"One cup isn't enough! Look, even the young master has drunk it. You all still have to drink three more cups!" Despite Zhou Yin's blustering and glaring , the joy in his eyes and the tone of his voice truly carried a hint of boasting. 　　"Yes, yes, my father is absolutely right." Zhou Motai quickly filled his cup, and after toasting Yang Cun three more times with his younger brothers, he repeatedly reminded his father not to drink alcohol before bidding farewell to the elders and returning to their table. 　　"Brother Zhou, you brought such a large group of people here to show off, didn't you!" Wang Dong chuckled from the side. After all, they were old friends exposed Zhou Yin's boasting. 　　"Haha, let's bring these little guys out to broaden their horizons!" Zhou Yin wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he laughed even more happily and said to Yang Cun with high spirits, "Young Master, back then, this old man was a guard for the old master. Now that our Duke's mansion is about to reopen, the facade can't be shabby. My sons and grandsons may not be good at much else, but their skills are far superior to mine back then. Whichever one you fancy, send them all to guard the gate, so these brats will remember that although our surname is Zhou, our true surname is Yang, and even our lives belong to the Yang family." 　　"Thank you, old master!" Yang Cun quickly cupped his hands in thanks. Although Zhou Yin's words were rough, they were very well-received. It was clear that he wasn't just saying polite words; now that the Duke's mansion was reopening, these old folks were even happier than he was. 　　"Brother Zhou, you're wrong about that." At this moment, an old man in his sixties chimed in "So you Zhous think you're so capable? Let me tell you, our Zhang family is big enough. If the young master wants us, we'll send our grandson to clean toilets. Besides, are your skills any good? You're only decent with a sword. If you really want to be a guard, do you have the skills of my Zhang family?" 　　"Zhang Da, are you looking for trouble?" Zhou Yin was displeased and glared at him. 　　"Damn it, you're not convinced? Let's settle this with our fists!" The old man named Zhang Da, though seemingly frail, was surprisingly tall when he stood up. Rolling up his sleeves, he excitedly said, "It's been over ten years since I've fought you. Now that you're old, I won't bully you! I'll call out one of your brats, and I'll beat him until he's crying for his parents." 　　"I'm not old! You're only six years younger than me!" Old man Zhou Yin retorted, slamming his fist on the table as if ready to fight. "Let me tell you, this old man has been practicing horse stance for an hour and swordsmanship for two hours every day without fail. Now I'll personally test my skills against you, and I'm telling you, don't hold back!"

" Don't blame me."
"Come on!" Seeing the two old people about to fight, the others, realizing the situation

was getting out of , quickly rushed forward and grabbed them, pleading for peace while forcing a wry smile.

How come these two still have such fiery tempers after all these years?
"Young Master, this is Zhang Da." Wang Dong chuckled, looking on with amusement. "Zhang Da was a

martial monk in a temple when he was young. When the temple's offerings were scarce, he resorted to robbery. Although his skills were good,

he still retained and didn't kill many people. However, he was unlucky once; he robbed our Master Mingcheng while he was out for a walk and

was beaten so badly by our Master that he couldn't get out of bed for over a month. Later, seeing his young age and good skills, our Master took him into the manor as

a guard."
"So many years have passed..." Wang Dong sighed, moved by the sight. "Back then, much of his skill

was taught by our Master himself. When Master Mingcheng went to the battlefield, he couldn't go because he didn't have military rank.

Old Zhang felt guilty about that for the rest of his life..."
"Don't be impulsive, you two!" Yang Cun didn't have time to listen to these stories. Seeing these two highly respected

elders about to fight, he quickly stepped forward to persuade them, "You're both so old, why fight

like this! It would be bad if anyone got hurt. Let's drink!"
"Young Master, please go easy on me," Zhou Yin said angrily. "Let me beat this brat up! I

don't believe he'll become a monster in his old age!"
"Come on, I'm not afraid of you!" Zhang Da was also held back by the group, but he still glared and said,

"Let me tell you, if I wasn't afraid you'd get too old to handle it, I would have beaten you up long ago. What do you mean by 'Number One Expert of the Yang Family'

? That's only because the Master gives you face. If he'd let me do it, you wouldn't have that title!"
It turns out these two have a history of vying for favor! Yang Cun suddenly realized that the Duke's Mansion back then wasn't as impoverished as it is

now . There were many skilled and capable people in the mansion, and which young man wasn't proud and arrogant? This title of "Number One Expert

" was really just the title of security captain, which couldn't be used for anything, but that didn't stop these people from being interested. It

was just an empty title, but being the security captain of the Duke's Mansion seemed to carry some weight.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" Yang Cun tried to mediate while thinking, seeing the two powder kegs neither giving the other any

face . As a junior and of higher status, he couldn't put on airs, and felt quite helpless. Then, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind, and he said, "Why don't you listen to me? We'll see

whether the Zhang family's or the Zhou family's kung fu is better in a moment." 　　"What's your brilliant idea, young master?" Although the two old men were glaring at each other, they couldn't refuse Yang Cun's request. Although they were still angry, they were at least a little more composed. 　　"How about..." Yang Cun glanced at the young men who had gathered to mediate, and smiled slyly, "How about the two elders each choose one of their favorite disciples to have a martial arts match, stopping when they've reached a point? That way, we can determine the winner and also add to the drinking fun, how about that?" 　　"This..." The two men didn't expect Yang Cun to come up with such a suggestion and hesitated for a moment. 　　"Great idea!" Wang Dong immediately cheered, chuckling, "The disciples trained by Elder Zhou and Elder Zhang must be incredibly skilled. Let these young ones show off their abilities, so we can all broaden our horizons, right?" 　　"Exactly! Let's see who's better, the Zhou family or the Zhang family." This suggestion was immediately echoed by everyone . They were joking, of course. Watching two old men fight like this was fine if it was just for fun, but if it really escalated, what if something serious happened? 　　The two stubborn old men calmed down a bit. After being persuaded by the others, they silently grumbled to each other for a while, staring at each other, both unwilling to admit defeat. After consulting with his family for a while, Zhang Da immediately stepped forward, smiling broadly, and said, "Young Master, just look at the skills of my Zhang family, and you'll know whether the Zhou family dares to accept the challenge!" 　　"What nonsense are you spouting!" Zhou Yin was immediately annoyed, beckoning with his hand and saying sternly, "Mo Tai, teach these blind fools a lesson! It's just a matter of fists and feet to decide who's better, you can't embarrass the Zhou family." 　　"Wait!" Zhang Da sneered, waving his hand and saying, "Which of our Zhou and Zhang families doesn't have a prized weapon ? Since we're going to decide who's better, you might as well just show your weapons and let's see who's truly skilled." 　　"As you wish!" Zhou Yin, burning with anger, agreed without hesitation. 　　Yang Cun was dumbfounded, never expecting these two to have such fiery tempers. Before he could react, the two old retainers had already pulled the younger generation aside and started whispering among themselves. The people around also assumed that Yang Cun had tacitly approved, and immediately packed up their things, clearing a space to watch this power struggle within the Yang family. 　　"I, Zhou Motai, humbly request your guidance!" Zhou Motai glanced at his father, his expression turning cold. He stepped forward, cupping his hands in a salute , holding a long sword carved with dragon motifs. Although it was his father's impulsive remark, it concerned the Zhou family's reputation, and he dared not be careless. 　　The Zhang family lingered for a while. Zhang Da remained stubborn, and finally, a middle-aged man of about thirty years old stepped forward, holding a finely crafted double-handed cane. He cupped his hands and said politely, "I am Zhang Mingyuan, but I have learned a lot from Brother Motai's skills!" 　　"Come on!" Zhou Motai nodded, squatting into a horse stance, instantly raising dust and drawing cheers. 　　"Excuse me!" Zhang Mingyuan seemed unwilling, but he dared not underestimate him. He roared, his double canes dancing like flowers on his arms, his tiger-like steps exuding power. Although he was not as tall as Zhou Motai, his shout alone commanded respect. 　　"The descendants of the Zhang and Zhou families are truly outstanding individuals!" Wang Dong's eyes lit up, and he nodded approvingly. 　　"Brother, be careful!" Zhou Motai's face was serious as he shouted angrily. He moved first, his steps as fast as a lotus flower, his tall body moving with the agility of a venomous snake. His sword danced like mercury spilling onto the ground, and in , so fast that it was impossible to grasp. 　　"Good swordsmanship!" Zhang Mingyuan's eyes narrowed instantly. As he roared, he lowered his feet and charged towards him. His double crutches danced wildly, and with a sudden attack, he unleashed his full power, displaying the strength of a Fourth Dan Realm expert who was no less formidable. 　　In the close combat, both men were still shaken. In this Jiangnan region, there were actually two Fourth Dan Realm experts on a narrow path.

The clash of their techniques, setting aside their skill, was a terrifying display of profound inner strength. The resounding "bang"

was like a tremor, the immense power chilling to the bone. Even Zhang Da and Zhou Yin hadn't

reached such a level. The fact that these two new generation leaders had simultaneously cultivated this level, their seasoned and profound

power, was truly astonishing.
"Brother, your skill is superb!" Zhou Motai retreated several steps, his fighting spirit ignited. His previous perfunctory attitude vanished,

replaced by a serious glare at Zhang Mingyuan. With a roar, he leaped forward, his movements as swift as lightning. His tall frame

now appeared incredibly agile, accompanied by countless sword flashes, a sight both stunning and terrifying in their gleaming light.
"Excellent swordsmanship!" Zhang Mingyuan's eyes hardened. With a roar, his double crutches swirled around him like countless crescent moons,

charging forward fearlessly.
With a series of clashing sounds, sparks flew from the clashing weapons, the two locked in a fierce battle, neither gaining the upper hand.

A dance of swords, a swift movement of crutches—the skilled techniques clashed, yet neither gained the upper hand. Two tall figures, immovable as

mountains and swift as rabbits, engaged in a dazzling battle, their speed so fast that even with eyes

dry it was difficult to keep up.
"This...this kid..." Zhou Yin, watching from the sidelines, was dumbfounded. When did his son acquire such

skill? Not only him, but Zhang Da was equally astonished. His son was usually filial and humble, but when had

he mastered martial arts to this level without telling him?
After a while, the two were evenly matched, their swordsmanship and crutches' techniques reaching a level of consummate skill.

Originally, the two new family heads had only intended a perfunctory fight to honor their fathers, but now, their ferocity had been ignited.

Even if it wasn't a fight to the death, neither wanted to lose. Moreover, they were now evenly matched

. After years of self-cultivation, encountering a master of equal strength made them increasingly cautious as they enjoyed the thrill of battle.
"Brother, be careful! I won't hold back!" Zhang Mingyuan, after taking a few steps back from a single blow,

revealed a hint of excitement on his sweat-drenched face. With a shout, he leaped into the air, his double crutches striking towards Zhou Motai's chest like

a thousand venomous snakes.
"Good move! Watch this!" Zhou Motai laughed heartily in mid-air, his body spun, and his longsword

danced countless silver flashes, sword flowers blooming everywhere like omnipresent golden lotuses, their chilling light piercing towards him

.
The clash of weapons and hearty laughter filled the air, and before they knew it, half an incense stick's time had passed, the two fighting until they were drenched in sweat.

Not only the two elders, but even the other disciples were astonished. When had they mastered such extraordinary skills

? No one could say. Zhou Yin and Zhang Da were even more dumbfounded. They had never had sons with such skill when they were young,

and even now, they had no idea when their descendants had developed such terrifying abilities.

The two were now too frightened to speak.
"Truly impressive!" Yang Cun watched intently, unable to help but exclaim in admiration. These two had always

kept their abilities hidden ; who knew they would be so powerful when they finally unleashed their skills? The Yang family was, after all, a family with hundreds of years of history; just looking at them, one

could imagine how many masters had once gathered in the Duke's mansion .
"This isn't a good way to continue..." Wang Dong said with a worried expression, though he was also impressed.
Yang Cun naturally understood his thoughts. The banquet was to reunite the Duke's retainers.

At this rate, not only would the Zhou and Zhang families not be able to determine a victor, but the two new family heads might also have a satisfying and exhilarating battle

, but their subordinates would be creating enmity and even internal strife—a situation

he want to see.
"Brother, be careful!" Zhou Motai's expression grew increasingly serious as he fought, until

he couldn't hold back any longer when he unleashed his sword, "Spirit Serpent Devouring Flowers," which had initially been cautious and reserved. Now, he took a step back, planted his feet firmly,

and sword flowers swirled around him, flashing countless cold lights as he charged towards Zhang Mingyuan, his speed even faster than before

.
"Finally, you're showing your true skills!" Zhang Mingyuan roared, his body trembling, his true energy rising from the ground.

As his crutches spun, he charged forward without fear, his angry shouts echoing as he wielded them like mercury spilling onto the ground,

creating a sandstorm that swept across the sky with overwhelming killing intent.
"Ah!" The crowd was terrified by this aura, taking several steps back and exclaiming in astonishment. Good heavens,

the two sides in that fierce battle had actually been holding back; the strength of these two new generation family heads

was unbelievable.
Even Zhou Yin and Zhang Da, who had taught them swordsmanship and crutch techniques, were speechless with astonishment

. Their swordsmanship and crutch techniques originated from the military and naturally couldn't

compare . While they had their own unique aspects, their internal cultivation methods and techniques were always inferior.

The fact that Zhou Motai and Zhang Mingyuan had diligently cultivated to a level far surpassing theirs shocked and

astonished them .
In a flash, figures appeared and disappeared in the air, swords flashing and crutches

clashing , the air swirling like a venomous snake and a fierce tiger locked in a fierce battle. Every move was ruthless and agile,

showcasing the advantages of each weapon to their fullest potential. The sword's agility and dexterity, its thrusting and parrying; the crutch's power and weight,

its striking and wielding—all were executed to their fullest potential!
"Brother, your skill is truly impressive!" Zhou Motai gritted his teeth, already drenched in sweat.

He , yet he couldn't gain the upper hand.
"You're not bad either!" Zhang Mingyuan was also panting heavily, his crutches struggling to parry Zhou Motai's sword thrusts.

He had thought that his serious fight would earn him applause from his father, but instead, they were evenly matched. In all his years of wandering the martial

world , this was the first time he had encountered such an opponent.
The two continued their fierce battle in the courtyard, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Besides their amazement, the onlookers

worried that the fight would end in mutual destruction. Zhang Da and Zhou Yin had acted impulsively, and seeing the fight escalate to

this point, how could their fathers not be worried? But the old men were stubborn; neither was willing to call a halt,

clinging to their pride, afraid that doing so would put them at a disadvantage.
"Alright!" Yang Cun had taken in everyone's expressions and, after careful consideration, shouted

, "It's time!" Before anyone could react, he moved with lightning speed, overtaking them and joining the battle.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Motai and Zhang Mingyuan were still reeling from the attack, only feeling a shock almost as powerful as...

The force of the man's attack, his true energy even slightly surpassing Zhou Motai's, immediately startled the two men. Instinctively, they

gripped their weapons to attack, but Yang Cun quickly turned, kicking away Zhou Motai's gleaming sword.

His hand reached out, using a soft, yielding strength to pull the heavy cane forward and firmly grasp it

.
"I didn't recognize you, young master! My apologies!" Zhou Motai, upon recognizing the newcomer, hurriedly stopped his attack,

knelt on one knee, and bowed respectfully.
"Young master, your technique is excellent!" Zhang Mingyuan also quickly apologized, though his face showed some doubt. He

couldn't understand how Yang Cun had managed to deflect the immense force from his cane, leaving him momentarily feeling as

powerless as if striking water.
"My two brothers, I apologize for my rudeness!" Yang Cun quickly returned the cane he had taken with both hands,

bowing humbly once more.
"You two brats, didn't you even look carefully? What if you hurt the young master?!" Zhou Yin and Zhang Da

finally snapped out of their daze. Both broke out in a cold sweat and rushed over, immediately launching into a tirade without a second thought

. They forgot to investigate when their son's martial arts skills had reached that level, and of course, they forgot to

flatter Yang Cun.
Zhou Motai and Zhang Mingyuan looked around, then quickly lowered their heads in shame, admitting their mistake. The courtyard was now

a mess ; everyone else had already fled. Their fight had not only damaged the entire garden but

also destroyed the banquet, leaving the ground littered with broken tables, chairs, and plates.
"Alright, alright, don't be angry, old folks," Yang Cun quickly soothed the two elderly men,

who , and then praised the Zhang family's crutch technique and the Zhou family's swordsmanship,

making them feel quite flattered before finally calming them down.
Wang Dong summoned servants to quickly tidy up, but this commotion had brought the banquet to a climax and was almost

over. Yang Cun, after receiving the old retainers who had come to pay their respects, also quickly arranged for them to rest. It wasn't until nearly

midnight that they finally had a chance to catch their breath. Zhou Motai and Zhang Mingyuan, along with a group of descendants, also helped

the two elders back to rest, but it was clear that they were still somewhat reluctant to leave. Perhaps after witnessing

Yang Cun's internal strength, which was no less than theirs, they spoke with increasing respect,

a departure politeness, now stemming from genuine respect.
When they returned to the backyard after seeing off the guests, An Qiao and An Ning, the two sisters, were already obediently preparing tea for

Yang Cun in the pavilion to quench his thirst. Yang Cun smiled happily, looking at the two charming little girls, and felt a sudden itch in his heart.

However, Wang Dong was also following behind, so he couldn't go forward to take advantage of the situation. He could only take a sip of tea and say with a grin,

"Good boy."
"Young Master." The young lady was now used to this title. Being winked at by Yang Cun's lewd appearance and

with Wang Dong smiling silently beside her, she naturally felt embarrassed and lowered her head.
Although Wang Dong was old, he had always been very sensible. In situations like this, he would usually

walk away, not wanting to affect what he considered the continuation of the Yang family line. In his view, the issue of continuing the family line was

much more important than studying or practicing martial arts, after all, the lineage of the Duke of Jingguo was pitifully small. But now he

was standing aside with a smile, showing no intention of leaving, which puzzled Yang Cun.
"Grandpa Wang, please have a taste of this tea." An Ning also quickly served tea to Wang Dong, after all, besides Yang Cun

, this old man was the most authoritative person in the mansion. Although he appeared rigid and serious on the surface, he was

particularly particular about etiquette and manners when dealing with his master. However, seeing that Yang Cun didn't treat them as maids, he turned a blind eye.

In fact , everything Wang Dong did went according to Yang Cun's wishes.
"Good boy." Wang Dong chuckled, picked up his tea, took a sip, and asked thoughtfully, "Young Master,

the Zhou and Zhang families are truly full of talented people. Over the years, they have become a prominent clan in the region. What's even more commendable is that Zhou

Yin and Zhang Da remain loyal to our Duke's Mansion. It's truly gratifying."
"Uncle Dong, you're not the kind of person who speaks only halfway!" Yang Cun sat down opposite him,

paused, said, "At least you shouldn't like showing off in front of me, right?"
"Uncle Dong, Young Master, please talk first." An Qiao, being the most sensible, saw that the two were discussing serious matters and quickly

pulled her sister to give a curtsy before taking her leave.
"These two girls are quite sensible and don't disgrace our Duke's Mansion." Wang Dong nodded

approvingly at her actions.
"Alright, just say what you have to say!" Yang Cun narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but sigh.
"Didn't you see it clearly yourself?" Wang Dong looked somewhat frustrated and gave a bitter smile, saying, "Zhou Yin and Zhang

Da are old. Even if they are still loyal to the Duke's Mansion, the current heads of the family are their children and grandchildren.

How could these people remember the favors the mansion had done for their family in the past? After what happened earlier, I think even if these old folks are still

loyal and restore its former glory!"
Yang Cun sighed; Wang Dong had already been quite subtle in his words. Now, the people in power in each family have changed hands over the generations.

Although the old folks have returned and are still loyal to the Duke's Mansion, they are, after all, getting on in years, and there are some things

they have to consider the thoughts of their grandchildren. Just like Zhou Yin and Zhang Da, although they still held considerable sway at home,

their advanced age prevented them from ignoring their descendants' wishes and wholeheartedly returning to the Duke's mansion, rashly disrupting

the peaceful life their families had enjoyed for many years since leaving. Moreover, other families were adopting a wait-and-see attitude. Now, to win back their retainers,

it seemed he needed to possess the power to make them submit again.
"What do you think?" Yang Cun understood his current predicament perfectly.

The title was incredibly prestigious. But if he were to become a duke in name only, not only would Wang Dong be heartbroken, and his ancestors uneasy, but even he himself

felt unwilling.
"I will continue to persuade them," Wang Dong sighed, shaking his head. "Young Master, many things will

require you to find your own solutions. I'm old and can't help you much."
"Thank you, Uncle Dong." Yang Cun fell silent. Perhaps he had been too despondent; even

his desire to restore the Duke of Jingguo wasn't as fervent as this old retainer before him.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing." Wang Dong pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "I've already contacted

a group of old brothers to discuss the matter of the An sisters. An Bolie's matter can be big or small. After all, it only happened locally and hasn't

reached . In fact, it's not a big deal. With our Duke's Mansion taking the lead, we can naturally turn a big problem into a small one."

"I believe the people of Jiangnan will give us face, what do you think…"
"Thank you for your trouble." Yang Cun's mood immediately relaxed; finally, some good news after so many days.
"Yes, Zhou Yin and Zhang Da also know about this." Wang Dong coughed lightly, stood up, and said softly,

"After all, it's just a small matter in the local area. It would be too much for our Duke's Mansion to interfere. I'll

discuss it with them now. These two families are quite influential in the area now, so it's more appropriate for them to handle it. At least it won't

make outsiders think that the young master has been abusing his power since his return." "
You're right." Yang Cun pondered for a moment and nodded.
"Then this old man will take his leave." Wang Dong bowed politely and withdrew with a somewhat serious expression.

As he left, he looked at Yang Cun and paused for a moment; perhaps he was also recalling the days when he served the old master of the Yang family.
The stars were sparse and the moon was bright, and the lanterns of Yipinlou were much dimmer. The night was deep, and a slight breeze brought a chill

. Yang Cun sat in front of the pavilion, lost in thought for a while, and couldn't help but shiver. At this moment, light

footsteps , and a velvet cloak was gently draped over his shoulders. A wave of warmth brought a

wonderful sense of peace to Yang Cun's restlessness.
"Master, aren't you going to sleep?" Gao Lianxin, her face bare and dressed in simple white clothes, looked at

the lingering melancholy on Yang Cun's face with a hint of heartache and called out softly, her voice alluring.
"And you, why aren't you asleep?" Yang Cun turned to look at the beautiful woman, as graceful as a fairy under the moonlight. He

tenderly took her slightly cold hands and rubbed them, saying softly, "It's getting chilly at night, why don't you wear more clothes?"
"I...I'm not cold." Gao Lianxin's pretty face flushed instantly. She lowered her head, both shy and happy, letting

Yang Cun play with her soft, delicate, and fair hands. The warmth of the man's palm made her heart flutter, and

a feeling of indescribable weakness washed over her.
"Is something the matter?" Yang Cun asked softly. Having spent these past few days together, he knew that she and Zhang Mama

were people with very regular lives. When they traveled together in the mansion, they rarely

showed themselves to avoid suspicion. Her sudden visit couldn't possibly be due to insomnia.
"My mother asked me to tell you..." Gao Lianxin hesitated for a moment, then said timidly, "

My mother hasn't been feeling well these past few days. It just so happens that one of my grandfather's former classmates is living in seclusion in the mountains outside Hangzhou. We'd like to go

and pay him a visit, and also find a remedy for my mother's chronic illness. It might take several days."
"Hmm, I'll go with you," Yang Cun said after a moment's thought.
"Ah!" Gao Lianxin was immediately taken aback.

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