[Hetu][Heavenly Demon][Episode 10 Chapter 8]

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Chapter Eight: Formal Feud

Standing in the sunlight brought a long-lost warmth. Yang Cun was about to check on An Qiao when he remembered he had just

been intimate with Hu Ji and would surely smell of her. An Qiao's nose was so sensitive; to avoid making her jealous,

it was best to take a bath first.

Actually, Yang Cun's heart had always been soft towards women. Like the little demoness from the Demonic Sect, even though she tried to kill him

three times , he still let her go.

But such indulgence had its limits. Imagine, if Hu Ji were kept, how would An Qiao

bear it ? This was sent by Zhao Qinyun; although he had long since lost all sense of propriety, Yang Cun still didn't want to hurt An Qiao.

Of course, Lan Yue was also sent by Zhao Qinyun, but the situation was different then. "Hehe, my lord,

how does that turkey taste?" He had only taken two steps when a lewd voice rang out. In the entire First-Class Pavilion, no one but himself

could laugh so lewdly .

Yang Cun turned around and said to Yang San, who was grinning obsequiously, "Why don't you

give it a try?"

Yang San's smile froze instantly, but he quickly adopted an even more fawning posture, feigning

panic as he said, "How dare this servant! That was a gift from the young master to you."

"Dare not? That's good. Two things: first, once Turkey wakes up, have someone immediately send her back to the young master's

residence; second, quickly prepare bathwater for me and bring it over." Yang Cun said, suppressing the urge to kick him.

He didn't know why, but whenever he saw Yang San's backside, he wanted to kick him.

"Ah? Send her away? Why? She looks so novel." Yang Cun's order made Yang San's mouth drop open

.

A woman from a foreign land is considered novel? Listen to that, what kind of understanding is that? If he could, he really wanted to take

back the "Yang" in his surname; it was simply too embarrassing. Yang Cun's cold brows conveyed a threatening look.

"What? You have a problem with that?"

"How dare this servant?" His resentful expression suggested he wouldn't dare. Too lazy to respond, Yang Cun went to

his guest room to wait for his bath.

Meanwhile, in Zhao Qinyun's villa, a completely different scene unfolded, the sky as gloomy as if a storm was about to break.

"Young Master, what do you think of Yang Cun?" The face, no longer young, and the imposing aura emanating from him,

belonged to Bai Yongwang, the Prefect of Hangzhou. However, at this moment, his face was etched with seriousness.

"Yang Cun…" A cold smile played on Zhao Qinyun's lips as he swirled his wine cup, his eyes filled with a chilling

light, a stark contrast to the model young man he had been in front of Yang Cun.

"This man is difficult to judge."

"I heard the woman you sent over was returned? What are his plans? Or does he simply

not our intentions?" Frowning, Bai Yongwang's deep-seated nature was the result of years of experience, making

him impossible to fathom at first glance.

"What does Lord Bai think?"

"I believe the Crown Prince is right. This man is indeed not as he appears on the surface; he is

quite cunning." This conclusion was actually reached at the banquet when Yang Cun first arrived in Hangzhou, and now

it is only more certain.

"Yes, I have tried every means to deal with him, but he remains unmoved. He is quite a talent.

It's a real pity, a real pity." Zhao Qinyun raised the glass wine cup in her hand, her eyes shifting several times, but

a cold glint remained in them.

"I know the Crown Prince values talent. However, this is the most crucial moment. If we are not

careful should prioritize the overall situation. Since Yang Cun cannot be kept alive, then we

have no choice but to..."

Those who have experienced great events always have exceptionally cold hearts, let alone killing; it's a piece of cake for them.

"Well, that's the only way. Lord Bai, Yang Cun is no simple man, especially since he carries

the Vajra Seal. So, the people we send out must be extra careful." His tone was casual, as if they were

discussing the weather rather than murder.

"I know. Then, what does Your Highness think about sending the poison corpse?" His eyes flashed with murderous intent as Bai Yongwang sought Zhao Qinyun

's opinion. Although he was much older than Zhao Qinyun, he still

had to . Moreover, Zhao Qinyun herself was a cunning and scheming

individual not to be underestimated.

"Personally, I think it's best to forget it." Zhao Qinyun shook her head, her tone softening slightly. "The poison

corpse has no brains; it might not be able to harm him. And the poison might not even kill him."

"Your Highness means…" Bai Yongwang's eyes narrowed. He naturally thought of the maid

An Qiao, who had survived being injured by the poison corpse, and the child from the Chen family—this was the second case.

"Huannu said that no one in the world can cure the poison of the 'medicinal corpse,' but as you think, there are exceptions

. Since the maid didn't die, how could he have?"

"Your Highness is referring to Longchi, isn't he?"

"Yes." Nodding, without any concealment, Zhao Qinyun stated her opinion, "The 'medicinal corpse'

was originally made by Longchi; Huannu merely processed it. Although the unicorn toad is

a divine creature with extremely potent poison, it's hard to guarantee that Longchi can't cure it. We mustn't forget that Longchi is

also a poison master."

"As an official of the court, daring to associate with Longchi, I think Yang Cun is courting death. If this matter

is exposed..." Bai Yongwang's smile was chillingly cold. Using others to do one's dirty work is

the most powerful skill of these power-hungry officials.

"My lord, you are wrong. This matter cannot be exposed." Zhao Qinyun shook her head, clearly disagreeing with Bai Yongwang's

viewpoint .

"Hmm? Why do you say that, Your Highness?" With enough determination, what couldn't be exposed? Bai Yongwang

smiled sinisterly, naturally disbelieving.

"Alas, why doesn't Your Highness consider this: Long Chi is not only extremely ruthless, but have you ever heard of him ever actively

saving anyone? Just the fact that he was able to detoxify Yang Cun's men is enough to show that their relationship is extraordinary.

Given Yang Cun's caution and Long Chi's ruthlessness, how could they possibly allow this matter to become someone else's leverage?"

"This… is indeed true." Bai Yongwang pondered, regretting that he hadn't considered this before. Even if someone knew…

Aside from those who are in cahoots with them, I'm afraid even for the sake of the Yang family, they'll keep quiet forever, right? This truth

is truly disappointing.

"Actually, Your Highness, you don't need to worry. I will handle Yang Cun's situation as best I can. As for Long Chi, perhaps

we're overthinking it. He may not really be Yang Cun's man. Perhaps the expert in detoxification is someone else."

Perhaps? Zhao Qinyun smiled bitterly. He knew in his heart whether it was true or not. Yang Cun had never been willing

to stand . Who said it was definitely not related to Yang Cun? It's just that some things are better left unsaid. Speaking them out

would only boost the morale of others and diminish one's own prestige. "Then I'll trouble you, sir. But please, sir, hear me

out."

"Hmm? Please speak, Your Highness." Seeing Zhao Qinyun's unusually serious expression, Bai Yongwang had no choice but to listen attentively, and

also to see what the young master was concerned about.

"If you're not absolutely certain you can kill Yang Cun in one fell swoop, it's best not to target his people first. Provoking

him won't do you any good."

There's a saying: "The person who understands you best in this world isn't your friend, but your enemy."

If that's true, then Zhao Qinyun is undoubtedly a very suitable enemy.

Recalling the last time he saw her, how even a lowly maid could change his attitude towards him—

such a person, once his bottom line is crossed, could be a terrifying thing.

It's such a pity. At first, it was just that his father mentioned this person was worth pursuing; he himself hadn't paid much

attention . But after interacting with him, he realized Yang Cun was truly extraordinary. If it weren't for their opposing positions, frankly,

he wouldn't mind being friends with him.

What a pity, what a pity.

"By the way, Lord Bai, please forgive me for reminding you again,

but you only have one chance," Zhao Qinyun spoke again. At this crucial juncture in the uprising, Yang Cun suddenly appeared—a powerful and unpredictable opponent,

a huge obstacle.

"I understand." Everything was urgent; there wasn't much time to waste.

"By the way, my lord, did my father send you a letter?" Zhao Qinyun asked casually, downing the wine she had been toying with for a while

.

"Uh?" Bai Yongwang was startled, a flash of surprise crossing his face, but he still replied, "Yes, it's about Tianjin."

"Hmm, what did the Demonic Sect say?" They were trying to entice the Demonic Sect to work for them by offering to make it the state religion if the deed was done.

Actually, everything was perfect, but unfortunately, Prince Rong was too greedy and ungrateful, so they had to bring him

to his senses.

"The Demonic Sect says everything is fine and under control."

"That's good. Be careful, don't let that brat die. We're counting on Prince Rong to act at a crucial moment."

After saying that, Zhao Qinyun stood up, clearly not intending to continue.

"I understand." Bai Yongwang nodded, but something seemed off about his expression. Only after Zhao Qinyun left did he

narrow his eyes at Yin Qing.

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Actually, the relationships within the Prince Ding's mansion are quite complex. The Prince Ding sending the letter here was probably

an attempt to keep the news of the Demonic Sect from the Crown Prince, right? But he still found out…

After stretching his muscles, he felt refreshed and in an excellent mood. Especially imagining Zhao Qinyun's

face turning pale with anger made him feel his blood flowing smoothly, and Yang Cun felt completely relaxed.

However…

"Yang San…" Yang Cun found that since having this little follower, everything had become much easier,

such as running errands.

"Yes, Master, your servant is here."

He was indeed a typical lackey. "Please have Uncle Dong and Tongbao come over, and be quick."

Then Yang San's smiling face immediately fell, his feigned pitiful appearance

truly having the potential to make people laugh. He said, "Master, your servant can't go anymore, can Anning go instead?"

"Hmm?" Too lazy to waste words, a threatening raised eyebrow was enough. So

this is what it feels like to oppress others; no wonder he was oppressed everywhere in the past.

"This servant will go immediately." It wasn't that Yang San was picky; in Wang Dong and Yang Tongbao's

eyes, he was utterly insignificant. Especially Yang Tongbao, a man of principle, whose

disdain for someone like Yang San, a member of the lowest social class, was bordering on the absurd. Yang San himself

felt that his presence among them was a form of pollution…

Alas, this was the tragedy of being a nobody.

Regardless of Yang San's character, Wang Dong and Yang Tongbao appeared before Yang Cun in the shortest possible time. They

despised Yang San, but they would never dare to despise Yang Cun.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Uncle Dong, from now on, withdraw all the people from the Duke's mansion. And Tongbao,

withdraw all the people outside."

"Young Master, are we going to take the initiative?" Hearing Yang Cun's order, no one was more excited

than Wang Dong. Looking at those instantly bright eyes, Yang Cun was speechless.

Couldn't an old man be a little more peaceful? " So fond of fighting?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Accustomed to the life of the battlefield, with no ties, dying on the battlefield is a blessing

for .

Not seeking wealth or glory, only wishing to return wrapped in a horse's hide.

" "My lord, you must have other plans, right?" Unlike Wang Dong's blind fanaticism, Yang Tongbao's mind was

clear . He knew that taking the initiative at this time was definitely not the best strategy for them. Having

witnessed Yang Cun's actions outside Suzhou, he also felt that Yang Cun wasn't the type to take the initiative.

Giving Yang Tongbao an approving glance, Yang Cun was naturally gratified. It

wasn't , but rather the

relief of having someone understand his meaning without needing to be explicitly stated.

"Uncle Dong, I really can't let you kill to your heart's content as you wish. But I believe there will come a day when, even if

you want to hide, you may not have the chance to escape."

"Young master, do you think I would hide?" This was an insult to a veteran of the Yang family.

Yang Cun felt somewhat ashamed, having forgotten the other's sense of honor.

"Uncle Dong, don't be angry. I was just saying it casually and didn't mean to insult you. I was just repeating what I said earlier."

" It's just a fact that there will be a day when you can show your power. Alright, let's get down to business.

After , guard this courtyard. The safety of everyone in the courtyard is the top priority. Without my order, no one is allowed

to enter."

As soon as Yang Cun finished speaking, the two men exchanged a glance, their playful banter gone. Yang Tongbao said, "My lord, do

you think the Prince Ding's heir will take action?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Yang Cun smiled bitterly. Because that was the truth; gathering people was something he had personally done

, and now he was being hunted down.

"Then..." Yang Tongbao started to speak subconsciously, but then realized he had nothing to say. It seemed that everything was

already and there was no need to say anything more.

"Yes, I understand. I'll go and gather everyone back." Wang Dong naturally had no

doubts about Yang Cun's orders and obeyed unconditionally.

"Okay, go ahead. Tongbao, you go too."

Everyone came to the inn. Although it wasn't as many as a thousand people, the food and lodging, especially with

the uncertainty of how long it would last...

Damn, I'm going to lose money. He really should consider whether to lead Yang San into some petty theft.

Otherwise, if they become penniless, he can't let everyone starve with him, can he? Being the leader isn't easy;

a single word can trigger a lot of gossip.

Sigh, if Zhao Qinyun had been willing to withdraw cash when she treated him to a banquet before,

he wondered how much silver he would have gotten from that lavish meal. Forget it, he decided to think about something practical, like taking care of

the slush fund Zhao Qinyun and her group planned to use for their rebellion.

"Master...Master..." A panting voice approached from afar. Yang San's panic displeased Yang Cun and Wang Dong and Yang Tongbao, who hadn't even

stepped out .

How could someone so impatient be allowed to enter the Duke's mansion with them? Wasn't he going to smear the Yang family

of Jiangnan ? He had to find a way to get rid of him. Yes, that was the plan. Wang Dong frowned,

secretly making up his mind.

In fact, in his opinion, the "Yang" in Yang San's surname should really be dropped.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you walking properly? So flustered, looks like you need some training."

Yang San, rushing in through the door, accidentally bumped into Wang Dong, displeasing Wang Dong, who sternly

reprimanded him as he pushed him away.

There was nothing he could do; Yang San was the lowest-ranking person here, practically nonexistent, so

even being scolded, he had to endure it with a forced smile.

"Yes, yes, I was careless. Master Dong, please be magnanimous and forgive me this once."

"Hmph." Wang Dong flicked his sleeve and strode away. Yang Tongbao followed closely behind.

"Alright, what is it? Speak." Yang Cun, however, secretly chuckled at everything they did.

"Oh, Master, there's a gentleman who claims to be… someone you have a special connection with, saying he wants to pay his respects. However, his

attire is a bit strange, so I didn't let him in." Yang San bowed and scraped, showing no sign of anything

amiss .

"A special connection?" You're not a woman, I only like having special connections with women. Cursing under his breath, Yang Cun

asked, "Did he say his name?"

"Yes, his surname is Bai, and his name is Bai Qi."

"Bai Qi?" Yang Cun was taken aback, then his gaze became meaningful. He had expected this person to

come to see him sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so soon? Had his deeds been exposed? Or... did he have another purpose?

"Please invite him in."

"Yes." Yang San responded and quickly turned around, seemingly wanting to run to invite the person again, just like when he came.

"Wait." Yang Cun chuckled mischievously, his eyes full of understanding. Staring at Yang San's seemingly surprised face, he stretched out his hand

with great interest and said, "Hand over what you just took from them."

"Ah?" Yang San's expression was completely blank, then he said with a mournful face, "Master, I feel

less and less accomplished in front of you." As he spoke, he reached into his sleeve, and Yang Tongbao's money pouch and Wang Dong's jade

pendant were both in Yang Cun's hands.

"Hmm, not bad results." Yang Cun nodded as he weighed the item in his hand. "But if they chop off your hand,

don't say I didn't warn you."

Those two, it's obvious, if they discovered Yang San's dishonesty, especially since he

brought his bad habits here, it would be strange if his hand was still intact.

"Master, I really didn't mean it, I just wanted to play a joke on them." Yang San's

pitiful act was truly convincing.

"Go tell them that." Yang Cun replied heartlessly, glancing at Yang San's ashen

face, then chuckled mischievously. "I kept you around because of your skill. What's the rush?

I'll take you somewhere to get something for me soon, I'm just afraid you won't be fast enough."

"Master, no problem. I'm not bragging, but if I'm willing, there's really very little I can't get

." Thinking he was safe, Yang San immediately fawned over him.

"Hmm," Yang San nodded, "Let's talk about this after you've confessed to them and can keep your hands

."

"Master..." Yang San called out with such a plaintive tone... If the other party were a delicate beauty, Yang

Cun might have softened and comforted her, but a grown man... He aimed for Yang Cun's butt and

kicked him, saying, "Aren't you going to fetch someone?"

Yang Cun thought that Yang San's comment about Bai Qi's strange attire was to avoid being recognized, but he didn't expect that Bai Qi

was injured, and seriously so.

A large black cloak—such an outfit was truly bizarre, especially since it

covered , leaving only his eyes exposed. If it weren't for the large bags under his eyes caused by excessive drinking, he would have really

thought that someone with ill intentions had sneaked in.

"My lord." Bai Qi didn't bow, just stood there straight. He spoke, his voice hoarse.

Yang Cun snorted and walked over, taking advantage of Bai Qi's momentary lapse in attention to rip off his cloak.

He remembered Bai Qi wearing white the last time they met. Yang Cun had assumed it was because of his surname that he liked to

wear white, but now he was dressed in bright red, looking extremely flamboyant.

Yang Cun snorted and frowned. Bai Qi groaned softly in response to Yang Cun's action, then took a few steps back.

He slowly slumped against the wall.

A bright red stain immediately appeared on the snow-white wall.

It wasn't that Bai Qi was wearing red clothes, but rather that the clothes were stained with his own blood. Yang San watched from afar,

shivering . He should have helped him up, but instead, he was too frightened to move closer.

Step by step, Yang Cun slowly approached, reaching out his hand to examine Bai Qi. He discovered that all of Bai Qi's ribs were

broken, and his eyes filled with horror.

A dignified fourth-level Dan expert had been beaten like this—just how terrifying was their strength? If their target

was him, how confident was he in escaping? Both were fourth-level Dan

experts, yet Bai Qi was in this state… It was at this moment that Yang Cun realized he might have been too confident. And being a fourth-level Dan expert didn't seem

so impressive after all…

"Cough cough…" Bai Qi coughed several times, immediately spitting out a mouthful of blood. His appearance almost

made one wonder if the next thing coming out of his mouth would be some kind of organ.

Now that he had guessed Bai Qi's identity, there seemed to be no need for further cryptic talk.

Looking at Bai Qi's disheveled state, Yang Cun said in a deep voice, "Exposed? Was it Zhao Qinyun?" Bai

Qi looked up at Yang Cun, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He seemed surprised that Yang Cun had pinpointed his identity

so accurately, and then he grinned. His white teeth were stained with blood, devoid of any beauty. This guy is

already so badly injured, yet he can still laugh?

But tragedy struck quickly. Instead of laughter, large patches of blood spilled from Bai Qi's mouth.

"Alright, since you're injured, rest well," Yang Cun said, placing his hand on Bai Qi's lower back to channel

his inner energy into him.

Damn it, if you're going to die, come here! Not only are you bringing me bad luck, but you're also wasting my inner energy. If it weren't

for the fact that you're the old emperor's man, I would have kicked you out the door long ago.

Under Yang Cun's selfless treatment, Bai Qi's spirits finally recovered somewhat, but his first

words made Yang Cun's hand freeze.

"My lord, be careful. Your next target is you. Those people... are very perverted."

Perverted... what exactly does "perverted" mean?

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