[Hetu][Heavenly Demon][Episode 10 Chapter 4]

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Chapter Four: The Reappearance of the Corpse

Lan Yue was eventually rescued, but remained in a coma. Even more bizarrely,

the doctor claimed she didn't want to wake up.

In the dim light, Yang Cun looked at the pale-faced woman lying on the bed, his feelings indescribable.

He couldn't even begin to describe his feelings for Lan Yue. Compared to the An sisters and Gao Lianxin, she was

nowhere . His strangeness towards her only began that night when she almost forced herself on him.

Women were complex creatures; none could be truly understood, except for the obedient An Qiao. Lan

Yue , along with Li Caiyu, seemed like a walking contradiction.

"Beauty, why don't you want to wake up? Do you know I have something to ask you, so you're deliberately avoiding me

?" Reaching out to stroke the skin that drove men wild, Yang Cun couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "

Since you don't want to wake up, then I'll come find you."

In the hazy state of consciousness, Yang Cun's intrusion into Lan Yue's mind was only a fleeting moment, yet a distinct sense

of danger arose.

Oh no, Lan Yue's consciousness isn't just her alone; there's clearly another person hidden within. In this era, who

else could be so twisted? Even Yang Shu, at the Sixth Dan Realm, might not be able to reach this level.

Shadows flickered, hazy and indistinct; he could see nothing, feel nothing, let alone know where Lan Yue was

. Lacking any noble spirit of sacrifice, since he sensed something was wrong, he should leave immediately. If he

accidentally died here, he'd be at a huge loss.

However, his steps froze; he couldn't move at all. In the instant Yang Cunxin considered fleeing, his vision

suddenly cleared . Lan Yue sat by the river, smiling seductively at him.

No, something still felt off. He couldn't tell if it was her eyes or her smile, but it felt like someone else entirely.

Looking into the river, he saw only a deep, dark pool, turbulent currents, with no reflection whatsoever. At the same time,

a cold touch came from the back of his neck.

It was a person's finger—cold, rough, and dry.

It was a man's, and not only that, it seemed to belong to an old man. He groped around on her neck, seemingly searching for something.

Fear seeped from a pore, her shoulders slumped, her breath came in heavy gasps, and her heart felt like it was about to burst. This person

was the one who had sucked her soul away in her past life; the feeling was real, there was no mistake. What did he want to do now? A chill

ran through her body, and every hair on her body trembled.

With a creak, the door opened. A gust of wind blew by, and in the flickering lamplight, a

person appeared out of thin air.

The An sisters, who were guarding the door, were completely unaware.

He wore a tattered Taoist robe, his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, his lean body and sallow face were unremarkable;

he was an old Taoist priest.

The room was eerily quiet, the candlelight crackling intermittently. Besides the woman lying on the bed,

on the floor, a handsome man sat cross-legged, a beautiful woman... on her forehead.

There were also four inner cores.

If Yang Cun could still open his eyes at this moment, he would have discovered that his four inner cores, each a different color, had

turned pure black, a sharp and unsettling black.

The only thing Yang Cun and Lan Yue had in common was the black mist that seemed to linger around their faces.

Yang Cun, in particular, had his brows tightly furrowed, seemingly enduring immense pain, with large beads of sweat constantly

sliding down his forehead.

"Tsk tsk, what a reckless brat. You think you can fight him with your current abilities? You're overestimating yourself

. If it weren't for your inherent advantages, you would have been dead long ago."

The Taoist shook his head and muttered to himself, his fingers, like withered tree branches, transforming into sharp claws, tearing off Yang Cun's clothes. The talismanic patterns that had

previously appeared on his body were now clearly visible to the naked eye, slowly peeling away like

skin.

The Taoist's expression immediately turned grave.

"It's been many years. I didn't expect your cultivation to have improved so much. Now... you're at the Eighth Dan level, aren't you?"

Nine is the pinnacle for cultivators. If one truly reaches that level, they can control clouds and rain with a flick of their wrist, practically

a god. However, apart from one person achieving it a thousand years ago, that realm

is practically a myth.

Ordinary people can only reach the Fifth Dan level at most, and someone like Yang Shu at the Sixth Dan is already a rare

genius . Although there is one person who has reached the Seventh Dan, they can't break through any further. To advance further, he even

went so far as to...

sigh, never mind. I should save this arrogant brat first. The Taoist shook his head and sighed,

biting his index finger and drawing complex, incomprehensible patterns in the void. He half-closed his eyes and muttered incantations.

There was nothing in the air. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the old Taoist suddenly opened his eyes wide, his gaze sharp and piercing. He clasped

his hands together and shouted, "Freeze!"

A commotion arose in the air, and then a large, blood-red net appeared out of thin air, moving towards Yang Cun and

covering his head. Only then did the mist on his face dissipate.

The commotion inside the room still attracted the attention of the two people outside the door.

"Sister, what do you think Master is doing in there?" It was quiet before, so why the sudden

noise? An Ning leaned her head towards An Qiao and asked softly.

"Alright, Ning Ning, I've told you so many times, but you still don't learn. Don't pry into Master's affairs. He can do

whatever he wants." An Qiao seemed a little uneasy, as if she was thinking about something.

"Oh, sister, aren't you overthinking things? That woman was so badly injured. Even if Master

wanted to, he couldn't do anything bad to her."

Compared to the obedient An Qiao, An Ning was much more lively and mischievous. Seeing her sister's

expression, An Qiao knew she was thinking something unpleasant, so she couldn't help but tease her. Since Yang Cun had taken her virginity

, she had begun to understand things about men and women, but she was still a child, and her definition of sexual pleasure

remained "bad."

"Ningning, what nonsense are you talking about? I'll teach you a lesson..." Teased by her younger sister, An Qiao's pretty face flushed red

. She turned to tickle An Ning, but froze.

"Sister, what's wrong?" An Ning asked curiously.

"Ningning, did Master say he'd be out soon when he went in?"

"Yes? It's been almost two hours, I wonder what he's still doing in there?" An Ning said discontentedly.

Resentment. A wary glint flashed in An Qiao's eyes. She quickly turned around, pushing open the door and calling out, "Master, Ningning and I

are coming in."

At the same moment the door opened, the air inside the room distorted inexplicably. However, when the An

sisters entered, everything returned to normal.

Only Yang Cun and Lan Yue were in the room; not even a single piece of paper was missing.

Lan Yue lay on the bed, just as before, but strangely, Yang Cun lay on the soft couch, his eyes

wide open, staring at the ceiling, his eyes filled with fear, even his breathing was heavy, as if he had experienced something terrible.

"Master... Master, what's wrong?" An Qiao panicked immediately, grabbing Yang Cun's sleeve, only to find that he

was soaked in sweat. It was cold sweat.

"So, there were more drug-infused corpses out last night?" Yang Cun frowned deeply, looking at

Yang Tongbao's solemn face, feeling as if he had been infected by the same thing. The sun was shining brightly; it should have been a perfect day to bask in the sun, but some

unlucky star had chosen him, denying him even this rare moment of enjoyment.

"Is Zhao Qinyun planning to make a move now that the medicinal corpses have been released

? 　　" Yang Tongbao reported the details to Yang Cun .

He didn't know why Yang Cun looked so pale, and said with concern, "My lord, you...you're still young. You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future. Please...take good care of yourself. " Yang 　　Cun's already unwell complexion darkened further. 　　Was this a roundabout way of admonishing him not to indulge in too much lust? Not to be so engrossed in women? Could it be that what happened that night frightened him, leaving him with the impression that he was an unrestrained lecher? 　　But this matter... cough cough, it's enough that he understands it himself; there's no need to explain. Even if he did explain, it might not have any effect , and might even make things worse. 　　"Hmm. Under the guise of serving the emperor? Serving what emperor? Leading troops?" These bastards can't even come up with a , yet they still have to find some high-sounding reasons? This is the height of shamelessness, where shamelessness is invincible. 　　Leading troops into the capital at this time is clearly to pave the way for Zhao Yuanming, isn't it? That bastard Zhao Yuanming is really good at keeping his cool. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Yang Cun. 　　"The 'medicinal corpse' has reappeared in Hangzhou. What is the Prince of Ding's heir doing? Didn't he send troops? How come the medicinal corpse is still running rampant?" 　　"Reporting to you, sir, according to the information we received, the medicinal corpse is extremely ferocious, so..." Yang Cun's heart skipped a beat, and he continued, "So the troops we sent weren't enough, so we sent more?" Yang Tongbao looked up , somewhat confused. How could Yang Cun know these things without even leaving the city? 　　Yang Cun's heart sank to the Pacific Ocean. 　　Since ancient times, the capital has been a place of great trouble. If you don't have some skills, you'll definitely die without a burial place. Even if you do have some skills, it's easy to dodge open attacks but hard to guard against hidden arrows . You might lose your life one day without even realizing it. In comparison, Jiangnan is different. It's a water town, with beautiful women everywhere. Plus, the emperor is far away, so there's no . Being able to stay here for the rest of your life, isn't that a good thing? 　　Unfortunately, the Prince of Ding's family just wouldn't play by the rules. They actually wanted to start by attacking Hangzhou in Jiangnan? No wonder the Northeast hasn't made any moves against the capital for the time being. 　　Under the guise of the "medicinal corpses," they've transferred a lot of troops to Hangzhou. Sending so many regular troops to wipe out a few medicinal corpses? Isn't that absurd? 　　So the most dangerous person right now isn't the old emperor, but himself. Zhao Qinyun has repeatedly tried to please him but hasn't taken the bait. Who knows when the emperor might suddenly fly into a rage and send troops to surround and wipe him out, taking him and his entire family with them? Anyway, finding a fabricated charge is a piece of cake for them. 　　Speaking of Zhao Qinyun, one can't help but recall the thrilling incident last night. Although he doesn't know who almost killed him last night using Lan Yue's body , the dangerous and exciting events still send chills down Yang Cun's spine . 　　If the old Taoist priest hadn't arrived in time, he probably would have been dead. And what's strange is that it seems the mysterious person didn't want to kill him, but rather wanted to merge with him? 　　A psychopathic schizophrenic. 　　Anyway, Yang Cun was really terrified. Luckily, he wouldn't wet his pants while in his soul form, otherwise, he really couldn't guarantee he could have held it in. 　　Speaking of which, is this old Taoist priest some kind of reclusive master? He used to think he was just an ordinary person because of his slovenly appearance. No wonder, after years of his torment and deliberate manipulation, he went from wanting to smash his head against a wall when he opened his eyes again to his current state. 　　Heh, he should have learned a few more tricks from him. 　　"You brat, don't be greedy." 　　"Huh?" Yang Cun was startled and quickly looked around. 　　The old Taoist priest was back? 　　"I've already used a soul-fixing talisman on you. You'd better behave yourself from now on and not leave your soul so easily, or don't blame me for not saving you when you die. Hmph, you don't know your place." 　　The merciless attack was the same as when they were on the mountain. 　　"My lord? My lord?" Seeing that Yang Cun's expression was off, Yang Tongbao quickly called out. How could things suddenly become so strange? Yang Cun had terrified everyone lately, fearing he might cause trouble again at such a crucial moment . 　　"Uh? It's nothing." Yang Cun quickly recovered, but the shock in his heart was still indescribable. 　　The voice just now came from his mind, meaning the old Taoist priest had actually spoken to him from afar . Perhaps he was still thousands of miles away. 　　Just how powerful was he? To have reached such a level? 　　However, Yang Cun clearly hadn't considered how the old Taoist priest had appeared last night.

"It seems Zhao Qinyun is planning to cause trouble in Hangzhou. These next few days won't

just . Tell everyone, if there's nothing else, to avoid leaving the inn." Who knows

what that madwoman might do? "Yes, Your Majesty."

After Yang Tongbao left, a graceful figure slowly approached, carrying a teacup.

It was Li Caiyu.

Although she wasn't living the life of a young lady anymore, she was still well-fed and clothed. Both her body and face

were vastly different from the pale and thin woman she had been before; she had become exceptionally alluring.

"Master, please have some tea." After curtsying, Li Caiyu obediently knelt beside Yang Cun,

offering the teacup with both hands. Her high, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath, a silent invitation to Yang Cun.

As Li Caiyu approached, a jasmine fragrance wafted over, causing Yang Cun to momentarily lose his senses. Especially his lustful eyes, fixed

on her chest, seemed to want to transform into beams of light.

In truth, if Yang Cun wanted to, he could push her down right now, and neither Li Caiyu nor

anyone else in the inn would have a problem with it. There's a saying: "A rat doesn't keep leftovers." That perfectly describes

someone like Yang Cun.

As long as there's a beautiful woman around, he has to do something beastly to feel comfortable.

But now, perhaps influenced by the Yanlong incident, Yang Cun's feelings for Li Caiyu are

lustful, but lacking in courage.

Is this a case of "once bitten, twice shy"?

At most, he can touch her hand and fantasize about her, but he doesn't even dare to kiss her. Who knows if she

has some disgusting worms called Gu poison hiding between her teeth?

As he took the teacup, he gently rubbed her hand in his palm, pondering

how ask Li Caiyu about the secrets behind her unusual mystery. "Why did you come today?

Where are An Qiao and the others?"

He'd already given himself to her, so there was no need to just hold her hand. Li Caiyu indulged Yang Cun's actions,

her cheeks slightly flushed, and said with her head half-lowered, "Ningning is sleeping, Qiaoqiao went out."

Yang Cun loved this coy, half-hearted approach. He wondered if he

should kiss her cheek first, or revisit the feel of her large breasts. But he casually replied,

"Sleeping?"

It seemed he hadn't found a maid, but a young lady? The master himself wasn't asleep, but the maid

was. "Yes, that's right. Ningning had a nightmare last night and couldn't sleep, so she's going to catch up on sleep now. What does Master need? This

servant will serve you..."

A nightmare? It must be because of the bloody scene she witnessed that day, right? Heh, what a little girl.

He , so he'd definitely comfort her. However, some things couldn't be said casually. To those upright gentlemen

, it wouldn't matter, but Yang Cun was a true villain.

What did she need… how easily it could lead to speculation.

"Hmm, I don't need anything, just sit and talk to me." Dissatisfied with simply holding her hand,

Yang Cun's mischievous intentions grew. He reached behind Li Caiyu's ear, found an acupoint, and gently pressed it with his index finger.

"Oh... Master, please don't do this..." Li Caiyu trembled and quickly dodged away. Her face was already

flushed. However, she quickly leaned closer again, looking completely submissive, so docile it was tempting. Yang

Cun chuckled inwardly, while simultaneously feeling a burning desire.

If he were to interrogate such a sensitive woman, it shouldn't be too difficult, right?

He was about to mention the day Lan Yue had tricked him, but his thoughts drifted elsewhere.

"You said An Qiao went out? What did she go to do?"

"Oh, Qiao Qiao said she wanted Tian Pu Shi Bu Nang to be well, so she went to Gao Ji Tang to get medicine."

As soon as Li Caiyu finished speaking, Yang Cun was suddenly startled and exclaimed, "Gao Ji Tang?"

"Yes? Master, is there a problem?" Not understanding why Yang Cun's expression had suddenly changed,

Li Caiyu quickly asked.

"No problem." Gao Ji Tang is fine; it's run by Shi Jingtian's junior brother, so there's definitely no problem. The

only problem is that its location isn't far from Zhao Qinyun's villa. If a medicine corpse appears, it could be very dangerous. This

discovery made him feel inexplicably nervous.

While answering Li Caiyu, Yang Cun was also reassuring himself. It's okay; it's daytime now, Zhao Qinyun

wouldn't be so bold. Besides, didn't Long Chi say that medicine corpses generally don't appear during the day? So it's definitely fine.

"Oh, that's good. You startled me, Master." Li Caiyu smiled gently, placing her hands on Yang Cun's thighs.

"Are you tired, Master? Why don't you take a nap? I'll massage your legs." She then made fists with her small hands and

gently massaged Yang Cun's thighs.

"Master, is this pressure alright?"

With such a beauty before him, even if he couldn't have sex, he could still enjoy her service. But for some reason,

the unease in Yang Cun's heart amplified, and he stood up.

"Caiyu, take care of Ningning. I suddenly remembered something very important and need to go out for a bit."

Before he could finish speaking, he was already gone.

"Yes," Li Caiyu replied, a fleeting look of resentment on her face, almost bringing her to tears. However, she quickly regained

her composure , picked up the teacup Yang Cun had left behind, and stood up. Her head was lowered, obscuring her expression, so no one

knew what she was thinking.

After several hours of recovery, she was much better now. Walking under the blazing sun, feeling

the warmth that banished the darkness, was incredibly pleasant. However, Yang Cunzhen had little

leisure . As soon as he left the gates of Yipinlou, he rushed to Gaojitang. He initially wanted to use his powers to run at top speed,

but then thought it unnecessary.

At most, he was just worried; what could possibly happen in broad daylight? Besides, even if something did happen, Zhao

Qinyun wouldn't commit a crime so close to his residence, would she? Even if he didn't mind the bad luck, he had to consider whether

others would suspect him, especially at such a sensitive time.

That person clearly wasn't someone who had lost their mind.

"Little girl, have pity on me! I have no elderly parents or young children, and I'm very hardworking. Will you marry me and become

my wife? I'm truly all alone..."

If this counts as a marriage proposal, it's quite unconventional. Who knew innovation was so popular here? A few

words, sounding more like a joke, still caught Yang Cun's attention. Following the sound, he

saw a young man with a noticeably shifty face blocking

a young woman in a relatively secluded alley.

While not exactly a beauty, she was definitely mismatched with the man. The woman

kept her head down , unsure if she would accept.

Yang Cun shook his head in regret. Sigh, there are always couples who are completely mismatched in this world. Is this another one to be added to the list

? But in this day and age, their behavior is quite bold. Aren't they afraid of being caught and drowned in a pig cage?

What Yang Cun didn't expect was the woman's reaction.

"Indecent assault... Help!" she cried, then covered her face and walked away, her body making no

contact .

Huh? Was this still flirting? A different kind of flirting? Yang Cun was stunned, then looked at the man again, his eyes filled with

a hint of mockery.

There's a profession in this world called "the master thief."

This is a skilled trade, and a respectable job. With professional training, one can

live a worry-free life. Of course, some are self-taught, but regardless of the method, entering this line of work always

carries a risk:

legal trouble and imprisonment.

Yes, this promising yet thrilling job is that of a thief, or more commonly, a petty thief. Yang

San is a professional in this field, and quite dedicated to it.

Yang Cun couldn't help but stop and watch what happened next; this guy's technique was quite good.

After watching the woman escape, he triumphantly tossed the money bag high into the air and caught it

, not noticing Yang Cun nearby.

"This guy's got some skills."

Hearing this, Yang San paused, stopping his steps. He hadn't expected anyone to be nearby;

judging from the man's tone, he must have seen it.

Yang San turned to face Yang Cun, who was all smiles. He first tucked the money pouch into his clothes, then, looking

dejected, slowly replied, "Are you satisfied with what you've seen, sir?"

"Satisfied? Of course I'm satisfied! A show without spending money, how could I not be?"

At this moment, Yang Cun finally got a good look at Yang San. The man had triangular eyes, a hooked nose, and a long, pointed face, with a

smug, lewd appearance. However, a shrewd glint flashed in his eyes, indicating that

he wasn't entirely brainless.

"Then I'll be going now. After all, I still need to find a wife." Yang San was also sizing up Yang Cun.

Just from his attire, he knew he wasn't an ordinary person. Encountering someone like this, and sensing that the other party didn't seem to want

to meddle, Yang San wisely kept his distance.

"Then you'd better be careful. Women these days aren't so delicate."

Watching the man leave, Yang Cun smiled slightly. Yang San was still too inexperienced. Despite his decent

thieving skills, he was like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; the outcome was uncertain.

People should live with a bit of trepidation; overconfidence leads to an early death.

He had given him a warning; whether he could evade it depended on his ability.

Meeting was his good fortune.

Now, leaving the spot, Yang San felt Yang Cun's words were strange and cryptic, but upon reflection, he couldn't

understand them.

"Hey, isn't that the young lady from before?"

Yang San saw the woman who had just run away at the corner. His lust was aroused, and seeing she was still alone, he couldn't

resist approaching her again.

"Don't run away, young lady, I'm really pitiful, please have pity on me."

Yang San spoke lewdly as he approached the woman, ignoring her panicked screams, intending to molest her.

He had previously tested this woman and knew she was indeed a weak woman with no strength to even kill a chicken.

Unexpectedly, the woman's expression changed when he reached out his hand. Gone was the previous panic; a smirk played on

her lips as she grabbed Yang San's wrist, twisted it sharply, and decisively snapped his

wrist bone.

Yang San was shocked and quickly regained his footing, flipping backward to avoid her next attack.

This wasn't the same woman!

When his wrist was grabbed, Yang San had noticed that this woman's hands weren't as fair

and delicate as the previous one. Her knuckles were distinct, and her palms had thick calluses, clearly indicating she had a martial arts background. Looking at the woman before him,

a solemn killing intent emanated from her; it was obvious she was a trained fighter.

Although Yang San was lewd, as Yang Cun had suspected, he wasn't brainless. He was

always cautious in his thefts, avoiding direct confrontations. When faced with an opponent, he was also pragmatic; even if

the opponent's martial arts were inferior to his, he wouldn't let his guard down.

Adding to his lecherous appearance, he often used the guise of harassing ordinary girls to steal,

especially well-dressed young ladies. As a result, he never got caught in his numerous thefts

.

In this world, there's another profession closely related to thieves.

You could even say they're natural enemies, like cats and mice.

There's an old saying about soldiers catching thieves; they are soldiers, but not under government control. They're an organization that

makes a living by capturing fugitives, offering bounties, and taking on commissions. They're neither entirely good nor evil, an organization that only cares about money.

Logically, this organization is incredibly powerful. Generally, a thief like Yang San

wouldn't want to, and rarely would, encounter them.

After all, thieves are different from bounty hunters or assassins on assignment; they live in the shadows, doing petty

theft . Assassins have a kill list, and those on the list are known by their appearance

or other characteristics, but thieves don't. They don't seek fame, only survival.

As for why Yang San encountered the army, it can only be said that he was unlucky.

Three months ago, Yang San had already made several deals that day, but he was still not satisfied. That night,

he encountered the rich man's daughter who had sneaked out, so he became bold and flirted with her, and even stole the rich man's daughter's money bag

and jade pendant.

This wouldn't have been a big deal in itself. It was nighttime, and the wealthy man's daughter was sneaking out to meet her lover. Even if

she encountered thieves, she would at most cry in her lover's arms; she certainly wouldn't dare let the wealthy man know.

The problem arose because the wealthy man's daughter was pregnant by her lover. That night, she went to her lover to discuss what to do about the

child

daughter would cause trouble at his house, the lover accidentally pushed the wealthy man's daughter into the river, causing her death, during their argument.

Yang San, after robbing the money, left, unaware of this incident. Over the years, he had harassed and

robbed at least seven or eight hundred women, if not a thousand; how could he possibly remember which girl it was that day?

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