【The Demon King】(Episodes 9-11) Author: Laughter of a Coffin?

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In the first chapter of episode nine of "The Heavenly Demon,"

the world of the Fiery Dragon,

Yang Cun, consumed by lust, sniffed Gao Lianxin's body almost immediately upon entering the room. A delicate fragrance mingled with flower petals was enough to extinguish any man's reason.

"Lianxin, my darling, I've missed you so much! Come, let me kiss you properly."

Yang Cun said, bending down and kissing Gao Lianxin.

"Master, why are you in such a hurry? You look so pale. Why don't you rest for a while? I'll get you some water."

Gao Lianxin had encountered Yang Cun's passion before. Compared to their previous tryst in the wild, this was milder. However, his abnormal complexion still made her uneasy.

His coy, alluring demeanor was irresistible. Why bother with water at a time like this? He was thirsty, indeed very thirsty, but compared to bland water, Yang Cun wanted Gao Lianxin's nectar.

“Baby, no water, just open your mouth and let me quench my thirst. By the way, I’m not just thirsty, I’m also very hungry.”

Confident that this beauty wouldn’t refuse him, Yang Cun chuckled wickedly, one hand kneading her incredibly firm breasts, the other pressing against her shapely buttocks, pressing her body completely against his, transferring his heat to her.

His penis was already erect, just waiting for a warm outlet. He deliberately thrust against Gao Lianxin’s waist and abdomen, and Gao Lianxin’s face turned completely red.

Even though the two had already been intimate, in that feudal atmosphere, such lewd actions still frightened Gao Lianxin. She reached out to block Yang Cun’s mischievous hand, her gaze turning towards the door, a hint of anxiety in her expression.

"Don't be in such a hurry, sir, the door isn't closed yet."

For some inexplicable reason, Yang Cun clearly heard Gao Lianxin's words, but for a moment he couldn't understand what they meant. His mind became strange, as if drawn by a bizarre force, unable to control his surroundings. His body reacted purely on instinct.

"Hurry up, I'm dying to release this."

A fire burned within him, his lower abdomen even more intensely. In a daze, Yang Cun felt that if he didn't release it soon, he might be burned alive. This thought dominated his body, and ignoring Gao Lianxin's struggles, Yang Cun ripped off her belt.

The action was somewhat rough, but more importantly, it was driven by impatience.

"Sir..."

If it were just the two of them, he would let her do as she pleased. But now that her belt was undone, her outer garment pulled open, and her blood-red undergarment was exposed, Yang Cun still showed no sign of stopping. Grandma Liu was next door. Gao Lianxin didn't dare call out, but looking at the two wide-open doors, tears welled up in her eyes, and anger surged within her. She tried desperately to push Yang Cun away.

"Master, do you really intend to treat me like this?"

Before she could finish speaking, tears streamed down her face. Gao Lianxin choked back sobs, feeling wronged.

She had always thought he treated her differently, but it turned out that in his heart, she was no different from those frivolous, wanton women, whom he could humiliate at will, completely disregarding her feelings. Filled with anger and resentment, Gao Lianxin turned her face away defiantly, refusing to reciprocate Yang Cun's kiss.

In the past, even if she was just a little unhappy, let alone crying, Yang Cun would try his best to cheer her up. But today, even though she was angry, he remained unmoved.

This was more than just unusual. His hot breath sprayed onto her neck, followed by a sharp pain. Master actually bit her? This wasn't a playful nip; it was a full-blown bite.

The difference in strength was too great; Gao Lianxin couldn't break free at all. The moment she managed to turn her head and see Yang Cun's face, she was completely stunned.

"Ah..."

A scream echoed throughout the courtyard. Overwhelmed by fear, Gao Lianxin disregarded everything and pushed Yang Cun away with both hands. Yang Cun actually fell straight backward.

With a loud "bang," the back of Yang Cun's head hit the ground hard. But he felt no pain whatsoever, lying there stiffly, without even a twitch of his brow.

Staring at her hands in disbelief, Gao Lianxin simply couldn't believe that she had actually pushed down such a powerful and strong man, whose strength was many times greater than hers. Biting her trembling lower lip, she cried out, "Someone..."

Too horrified to hear herself clearly, her voice was barely audible.

"Oh no..."

Long Chi cried out as he ran over. Seeing Nang Xin's disheveled clothes, his face darkened, and he bowed his head repeatedly.

Gao Lianxin quickly turned around to straighten her clothes. This delay brought Grandma Liu from next door. "What's wrong?"

Noticing the strange expression, Grandma Liu asked, her voice filled with confusion.

"Master... Master, something terrible has happened! Yanlong is gone!"

Long Chi naturally held Grandma Liu in the highest esteem. However, at this moment, even someone as experienced as him seemed somewhat unsettled. The reason wasn't just the Yanlong's potent poison, but also its strange appearance.

"What? Weren't you keeping a close eye on it?"

Having also served the Wood and Stone Arts, Grandma Liu naturally understood the Yanlong's toxicity. If it went out and harmed someone, it would be truly disastrous.

"How should I know? I checked it before it came out, and it was perfectly fine. But when I went back, it was gone!"

With a mournful face, Long Chi trembled, clutching the animal-skin bag in his hands, his eyes filled with heartache...

He wasn't a kind-hearted person to begin with; what did the Yanlong harming anyone have to do with him? It wasn't his orders. But losing such a precious treasure like that was heartbreaking. Long

Chi, preoccupied with his lost treasure, couldn't care less about anything else. Fortunately, Grandma Liu noticed Gao Lianxin's unusual behavior and Yang Cun lying on the ground. She went over and asked Gao Lianxin, "Lianxin, what's wrong?"

"Grandma...Grandma, Grandpa...Grandpa..."

Pointing to Yang Cun lying on the ground, unwilling to get up, Gao Lianxin's voice trembled, unable to finish her sentence.

Grandma Liu was surprised. After her careful training, Gao Lianxin wasn't a child easily frightened.

Besides, she was naturally calm and composed. But now...what had happened to the Duke? Looking over in confusion, the enigmatic Grandma Liu gasped, taking several steps back in shock. If Long Chi hadn't caught up and supported her, she would have fallen.

"What happened, Master? Why do you all look like that?"

Long Chi was also bewildered. It was somewhat understandable that Gao Lianxin was frightened, but if even her master was like this… Following their gaze, Long Chi was also dumbfounded, his eyes wide open like copper bells, his expression of shock hardly better than Gao Lianxin's.

“This…this…Master, what is this?”

Faced with Yang Cun's condition, Long Chi couldn't explain, and could only turn his gaze to his revered master, Granny Liu. At the same time, Gao Lianxin also looked over, her eyes full of pleading.

“It's hard to say.”

Granny Liu slowly shook her head, her face showing a solemnity she had never seen before. Yang Cun, who had caused the panic among them, knew nothing, just lying there, eyes wide open, seemingly oblivious. On his face, his eye sockets were strange eyeballs.

The entire eye socket was golden, as if inlaid with a golden eyeball, while the other was a strange blood red, incredibly alluring.

In Yang Cun's vision, he could see nothing, hear nothing. The entire space was filled with a blood-red light, constantly surging back and forth.

The trees were red, and their redness was terrifyingly intense.

What the hell is going on? One second I was cuddling with Lianxin, how did I end up in this godforsaken place?

Where the hell am I? Which lazy bum teleported me here? If I find out, I'll cut off his manhood and make him taste this kind of unfulfilled desire too! My pent-up lust hasn't subsided yet.

And why is it so hot? I'm drenched in sweat. Yang Cun watched as a drop of sweat slid down his cheek, and before it even touched the ground, it hissed and disappeared in a puff of white smoke.

Was it evaporated? Damn, how can this be so weird? That temperature must have cooked my feet! Looking down in shock, Yang Cun realized he was actually floating in the air, a foot above the ground.

He didn't think he was as light as a feather, so there was only one possibility—he was a spirit.

One after another, his soul left his body. If the King of Hell found out he disrespected life, it wouldn't be a good thing. He wondered what the side effects would be. Who was responsible this time? Yang Cun drifted aimlessly, like a wandering soul, not knowing how he got there or how to get out.

The surrounding scenery wasn't unusual. After witnessing the world of the Vajra Seal, Yang Cun felt his worldview had subtly changed; he wasn't so easily surprised anymore.

Trees, rocks, mountains, and earth were all there, and sometimes unknown animals would suddenly dart out from some corner. The only difference was that all of them were red. The movement of their bodies created a clear flow of air.

This godforsaken place, the ground was as hot as a fiery mountain—how did those animals survive? Wait, a fiery mountain? His mind trembled involuntarily, a flash of inspiration passing through him.

It seemed he had experienced something similar in the alley before coming here, but the feeling back then was much more real. Was it because he was now a soul?

"Damn, no way?"

Yang Cun muttered to himself, his eyes wide with shock. If he wasn't mistaken, he should, seemed, probably, maybe knew where he was. To verify his idea, he deliberately approached an unknown plant, stretched out his hand, and indeed felt a distinct burning sensation.

Yang Cun was still unwilling to give up, so he gathered his inner strength in his palm and struck out with his palm, causing a small running animal to roll its eyes. With his experience in the Vajra Seal World, even in his soul form, Yang Cun could launch attacks at will. What seemed like a death sentence back then was now actually helpful to him.

Not long after the animal fell, Yang Cun saw the corpse slowly begin to catch fire. He wasn't sure if it was actually burning, but it turned into flames and seeped into the ground, merging with it. Not long after, a small mound slowly rose up in that spot, then broke open, and the animal that Yang Cun had killed earlier ran out from the surface, lively and energetic.

A surge of excitement coursed through Yang Cun's veins. His eyes gleamed with a strange light as he looked up at the blood-red... no, the fiery sky. He slowly grinned, letting out a maniacal laugh that shook the world: "Hahahahahaha?...

The power of the Five Elements, Earth Slave is Earth, Vajra Seal, Metal Master Kill. So this space, existing in a similar way to the Vajra Seal world, must be... Fire generates Yin and Yang, the world of fire.

Hahahahaha, who in this world is luckier than me? The world of Vajra Seal, the world of the Fire Spirit, who else is as fortunate as me to have been to both? Even if my arrival was inexplicable, I somehow stumbled upon it, and I've been here, haven't I? In the world of the

Fire Spirit, everything revolves around fire. After the laughter and the joy subsided, Yang Cun began to worry.

Damn it, I came inexplicably, but I can't leave inexplicably either, can I? How am I supposed to get back?

If I'm forced to stay here forever, I might as well have never come at all." He wasn't the kind of cultivation fanatic who would go to extremes for some mysterious power. He really couldn't bear to leave the outside world, especially those beautiful women. He

was just an ordinary person, there was nothing he could do about it.

If it was the same, then there should be a place similar to the Vajra Seal Hall here, the place where the Vajra Seal itself resided, right? Once he found that, he should be able to leave. Thinking of this faint hope, Yang Cun began to look around, trying to determine which place was suspicious.

The Vajra Seal had a forest ranger, so they could look after each other no matter what happened. However, in this world, he was all alone, practically isolated.

The other three directions were almost identical, only the last one seemed to be a bit more open. Hmm, a hall-like building must be located where the terrain changes direction; this direction shouldn't be wrong, right?

Having made up his mind, but before he could take the first step, Yang Cun sensed a threat from beside him.

He quickly turned around; only after determining the source of the danger could he resolve it. Nothing in front, nothing behind, nothing to the left, nothing to the right… completely empty.

Impossible. That increasingly intense sense of oppression was unmistakable. Even if not incredibly strong, they must have some skill; otherwise, there wouldn't be this person who always likes to call himself "Yang." After a series of setbacks, Yang Cun finally had no choice but to surrender.

Then, Yang Cun's expression completely changed.

"Damn, that's for the best…"

Have you ever seen a meteor shower? Have you ever seen a meteorite fall? If not, then this spectacular scene was unfolding before his eyes.

The meteorites, still burning with flames, fell like a meteor shower, creating a beautiful scene between heaven and earth.

Yang Cun dared to swear that among all the people he knew, in both his past and present lives, absolutely no one had ever seen such a phenomenon.

If he were in a good mood, he really wouldn't mind being a witness to this earth-shattering legend, but why were those meteorites targeting him? Each piece seemed to have eyes, no less effective than a tracking missile, hurtling towards him at incredible speed.

All Yang Cun could do now was run, run for his life.

The whistling sound continued in his ears; with a twitch of his ears, he dodged to the right. To his left, a meteorite nearly the size of a car crashed into the ground, scattering flames before slowly dissipating and merging with the earth.

"That was close."

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Yang Cun had no time to feel relieved before a sharp pain shot through his left arm. Looking down, he saw a spark the size of a thumb had landed on him, quickly tearing a hole in his clothes before melting away against his skin. In moments, only the bare bone was visible.

The finger-thick wound looked like it had been gnawed by insects; only after reaching the bone did the last spark reluctantly extinguish.

"My God..."

Terrified, Yang Cun was speechless, sweat pouring down his face. Even this small piece has such power; if someone were hit by a larger piece, wouldn't they be reduced to ashes? More importantly, even as a soul, he couldn't escape its attack.

Just how terrifying is this thing? What are you waiting for? Run! Fortunately, he only needs to ride the wind now; if he relied solely on his legs, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago. Despite his reluctance to admit it, Yang Cun's legs were weak.

If the opponent were a person or animal with offensive capabilities, perhaps he could fight back. Unfortunately, he was facing something uncontrollable. Throughout history, who has ever been able to contend with nature single-handedly? Isn't that just courting death?

Yang Cun dodged left and right with lightning speed. Fortunately, his senses were now incredibly sharp from his cultivation, allowing him to pinpoint danger without even looking back and quickly avoid it. Even in the human world, a level three or four Dan cultivator was considered exceptional; while not as monstrous as Yang Shu's level six, few dared to underestimate him. But in this world, only escape was an option.

Sweating profusely, his fine brocade robes were tattered by the falling fire, and Yang Cun was so disheveled he felt ashamed.

Simply running away wasn't an option. Panting as he fled, Yang Cun finally grasped a pattern to the attacks. Anger surged within him. This wasn't some random natural phenomenon; someone was orchestrating it.

Fleeing, falling, evolving—a never-ending cycle.

Within this cycle, an abnormal energy was continuously being channeled into the sky.

An ambush? You little bastard, don't let me catch you. If I can't deal with you, I'll change my surname to yours.

If he wasn't mistaken, the person who had ambushed him was hiding in an invisible barrier. If it weren't for the looming danger and the constant threat of death, he might have been interested in playing hide-and-seek with them.

But now, he was on the verge of death, and his opponent seemed to have figured this out, launching a sneak attack while he was caught off guard.

"Fine, very well, you think I'm helpless, huh?" Yang Cun's anger surged, and he decided to go all out. He abruptly stopped and turned around, activating his inner core to create a protective layer.

Even a rabbit will bite when pushed to the limit. Did you think he was a pushover? Today, he'd show them what he was capable of. Sweat poured down his forehead like rain, some even running through his eyebrows and into his eyes, stinging painfully. But Yang Cun didn't bother wiping it away. He was about to die; what was a little pain? At most, his vision would be a little blurry.

This was downright suicidal. The meteor attack was so brutal; if it failed, the consequences would be unimaginable. He could simply ask the King of Hell for another chance, to travel through time again for a spin.

Next time, he could just be an ordinary rich kid. Not everyone can afford to live the life of a superior being.

Of course, for someone like Yang Cun, who was far from being a hero, talking about being fearless was laughable. So, after raising his protective layer, he instantly teleported to a spot a dozen meters away to observe.

Risking his life? Sorry, I don't have that kind of habit.

The fiery meteorite hurtled towards them at top speed, drawing ever closer to the faintly golden protective layer until it collided completely.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar erupted, followed by an incredibly dazzling light. If Yang Cun hadn't reacted quickly, turning away and closing his eyes, those eyes, which had been gazing upon the beauty's springtime glory, would likely have been destroyed in that blaze of light. To compare it to an atomic bomb explosion wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Then, waves of maddening heat spread outwards.

Being a soul, even though it retained sensations like pain, it was less sensitive than a real body and could withstand much greater intensity. Gazing at the fiery red rocks and burning trees destroyed in the heatwave, Yang Cun spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Goodness, if I had been a physical body, there probably wouldn't even be a bone fragment left by now!"

After all, those things were originally made of the same material as this ground. "But, when did my power become so strong?" "

Yang Cun muttered to himself, flipping his palm to reveal the eager and excited inner cores.

There were nothing else, except for the one belonging to the forest ranger, which trembled as if it had taken a stimulant, seemingly poised to break free of its restraints.

After a long while, everything finally returned to calm. Just calm; the surrounding landscape was vastly different from what it used to be.

All the obstacles had vanished, replaced by an endless expanse of desolation, and the things that would soon spring from the earth showed no signs of revival. It was precisely because there was no obstruction that one particular spot, different from the others, caught Yang's attention." Yang Cun paid attention.

Actually, the difference wasn't visually apparent; they looked the same. But for some reason, whenever he saw it, his inner core became even more frantic.

This was abnormal, very abnormal. His past life as a rogue told him that if something was abnormal, uncovering it would reveal something shady.

He heard the whooshing sound of wind.

Wait, wind? Where was the wind coming from in this sweltering place? A sense of foreboding washed over him. Looking again, Yang Cun froze.

The meteorites continued their radiant, beautiful fall.

"Damn it, again?"

He continued his frantic run without stopping. This time, however, he had a purpose and a goal: to head towards that unusual place. Less

than a few meters away, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and without thinking, Yang Cun hurled it. Another loud crash, and a large crater appeared in the seemingly ordinary spot. It was indeed a protective layer; the interior gradually became transparent, revealing a blood-red platform that constantly changed shape. On top of it, a familiar face smiled eerily at Yang Cun.

Actually, it wasn't that familiar, as he had only seen that face once before, but upon seeing that smile, Yang Cun immediately sensed something was wrong.

A three-meter square meteorite was already overhead, poised to strike in a second! Dodging was impossible. "

Damn it, I'm unlucky. If I can get out of here alive, I'll catch all the red snakes and skin them alive!" He got up to wear it as shoes, then shredded its flesh and bones to make soup, which he then fed to the dogs.

That's right, what was inside the protective layer wasn't a person, but a small, bright red snake with an extremely eerie smile on its face.

The Flame Dragon.

As he closed his eyes and awaited death, Yang Cun suddenly realized that his earlier feeling hadn't been wrong at all; the snake had indeed bitten him. As for why there was no wound…

Time passed silently. Yang Cun stared at the Flame Dragon expressionlessly, even though he hated it so much he wanted to grind it to dust, his face remained expressionless.

This guy seemed to have mind-reading abilities; he dared not show any ease, fearing that if it saw it, he would never have a chance to turn the tables.

The more he did this, the more the Flame Dragon's expression became, displaying a mocking and contemptuous look.

How could a mere snake have such a rich array of expressions? This was simply too unscientific, but Yang Cun had seen it all clearly.

"Hmph, don't think you can use yourself as bait just because you neutralized my attack. Don't forget, I am your nemesis." The

extremely young male voice carried a deep-seated allure, a kind of allure that made Yang Cun want to vomit, even though Yan Long's words weren't directed at him.

Above Yang Cun's head hung the Vajra Seal, radiating light that seemed to dazzle his eyes; just minutes before, it had saved his life.

The meteorite was only inches away; a counterattack or dodge was impossible. With the smug smile of a serpentine, crimson beast, even death wouldn't be surprising.

At that moment, besides anger and utter despair, Yang Cun thought of those beautiful women.

If he had been content, traveling and enjoying life with his beauties, what would have happened if he hadn't been involved with the Crown Prince or the poisoned corpse? Overwhelmed with sorrow, Yang Cun suddenly felt something burst forth from his body.

A brilliant golden light shone forth; nothing could be more extravagant than the Vajra Seal. A sudden glimmer of hope appeared.

Unable to discern how the Vajra Seal itself launched its counterattack, Yang Cun, completely immobilized, only felt a powerful energy. Strangely, this power, strong enough to destroy everything, remained unharmed. The deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body, corroded by the meteorite's sparks, were healing at a visible speed. Later, a faint golden light enveloped him.

Yang Cun knew he wasn't the master of the Vajra Seal. The Vajra Seal was inherently powerful; without sufficient strength, he couldn't control it. They were currently mutually dependent. The Vajra Seal needed to lie dormant within him, while he needed its power. They didn't interfere with each other, like…

well, the most unfamiliar… friends.

After Yanlong's disdainful words, Yang Cun felt the Vajra Seal become enraged, its fury raging within him.

Fire on the outside, fire within—this feeling was unbearable for Yang Cun, and he gleaned some information from Yanlong's words:

the power of the five elements, mutually generating and restraining each other. Fire overcomes metal, does that mean this little snake, which should be a fire spirit, is from the Vajra Seal's planet M? Is that why the Vajra Seal is so angry?

The moment this thought crossed Yang Cun's mind, he plummeted from the sky. It didn't hurt, but the posture was truly unsightly—head down, feet in the air. His image… But

that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the Vajra Seal had returned to his body to sleep again, showing no intention of emerging.

Was it because he had the thought that "the Flame Dragon is its nemesis"? A thought flashed through Yang Cun's mind. Did this mean he was now telepathically connected to the Vajra Seal? There was no time to try communicating; dealing with this obviously hostile creature was more important.

Since it could speak, communication wouldn't be a problem.

"Why? Why are you picking on me? What did I do to offend you?"

The Flame Dragon asked directly, this was what puzzled Yang Cun.

"No, quite the opposite, it's because I've taken a liking to you."

The Flame Dragon wagged its tail, speaking with an air of seriousness, but its words made Yang Cun want to vomit blood.

"Damn it, you think you can kill me just because you've set your sights on me? Is that even fair? Does that mean people you hate will treat you with respect?"

A beast is a beast indeed, even its methods are so unconventional.

"Who are you calling a beast?"

The Flame Dragon, which had been speaking politely, suddenly became enraged. Its crimson body was so alluring it was almost blinding, and flames leaped three zhang high, causing Yang Cun to stumble back several steps.

"I didn't..."

Before he could finish his argument, Yang Cun shivered in the sweltering heat. The word "beast" remained unspoken, but how did it know? That crimson inner core...

could it be...? Sweat poured down his face even more; Yang Cun didn't think this was a good thing.

"Hmm, you're right."

The little snake's smug expression made Yang Cun want to cry. It said, "My senses are in your body, so I know what you're thinking."

A sense of crisis washed over him. What could be more terrifying than having your every thought completely known to your opponent? His face froze, as if carved by a knife. Yang Cun asked stiffly, each word deliberate, "What...what exactly happened?"

His first encounter with the Flame Dragon was only a few hours ago. At that time, he only felt the thing was strange, nothing more, until later, he was inexplicably bitten.

Could it be because of the bite? "No,"

the little snake denied decisively, smiling mysteriously, "Think further back."

It really could read his mind, but why hadn't this happened before? It seemed that everything had changed since the Vajra Seal broke through his body.

To avoid remaining passive, he had to clear his mind and let his brain enter a meditative state.

This wasn't easy; often, the brain wasn't under his control. However, with his experience cultivating with the old Taoist, although he couldn't last long, seven or eight minutes was manageable.

Calming his mind, Yang Cun cleared his mind of all distractions and began to focus on dealing with the Flame Dragon. It wasn't a real memory; who knew if it had set a trap? Yang Cun's heart gradually calmed, his gaze fixed on the Flame Dragon with icy chill. Yang Cun coldly said, "State your purpose. What exactly do you want?"

The snake had no eyebrows, so its furrowed brows looked utterly ridiculous. After a brief pause, the Flame Dragon looked at Yang Cun with a hint of confusion. Yang Cun naturally understood the reason; it was probably surprised because it couldn't fathom his intentions.

However, the Flame Dragon didn't linger for long, quickly returning to its strange state, staring at Yang Cun, and saying in a domineering and matter-of-fact tone, "My purpose is simple: I've taken a liking to you."

"Hmm?"

Yang Cun frowned, indicating his confusion, and asked, "And then?"

"And then?"

Tilting its head and thinking for a moment, the Flame Dragon said, "And then... your body already has that scum, so I'm unhappy, very unhappy."

Scum... scum... The anger in his heart suddenly resurfaced, and this time it came from the Vajra Seal. Yang Cun really couldn't understand whether the Vajra Seal was afraid of the Flame Dragon or what, that it could be so tolerant?

“Yes,”

Yanlong nodded, his tone quite serious, and began to explain to Yang Cun with great interest, “Ordinary people don’t catch my eye. It’s your luck that I’ve taken a liking to you! But your body has already been taken over by something else.”

Either trash or something, this Yanlong really knows how to use the Vajra Seal.

“And then?”

Why did he smell something different from usual?

“And then? What then?”

Startled, Yanlong reacted, saying, “This was my mistake. To avoid leaving evidence of my poor judgment, I had no choice but to kill you.”

To be able to justify killing someone so confidently and grandly was truly…

However, Yang Cun didn’t answer, only watching it leisurely, his gaze colder than ever before. Even without the Vajra Seal, did it think Yang Cun was so easy to kill?

“But it seems it really won’t be easy.”

Yanlong’s expression was more like talking to itself as it continued, “Since it’s protecting you, killing you won’t be an easy thing; it will become much more troublesome. But…”

Glancing over, Yanlong’s smile was eerie and alluring, making one very uneasy.

"Haha, I'm so clever, I've already thought of a solution."

Do snakes have hands? No, if anyone were to add them, it would be a foolish act of gilding the lily. However, the reality is that things can only get more bizarre and abnormal. Yang Cun watched as the little snake conjured a pair of tiny hands, clapped them triumphantly as if a human had already come up with a good idea, its eyes gleaming with cunning, and then it quickly disappeared.

"Then we'll win by force. I'll have a fight with it, and whoever wins, your body is theirs.

Of course, this isn't because your body is particularly outstanding, it's just a matter of face." Face... even a snake has face... what kind of world is this?

Yang Cun stared at the smug little snake and slowly asked, "If that's the case, what will I do?"

It wasn't that he was being paranoid, but the snake's eyes clearly indicated that this suggestion was definitely not as good as it seemed. "Hmm... you?"

Blinking its small eyes, Yanlong scrutinized Yang Cunzhi with an unnatural expression, then smiled and said, "It won't be too serious, just a broken arm or a missing leg, at most you'll become mentally impaired. Don't worry, even if I don't protect you, that guy will protect your life. Of course, this doesn't include mistakes."

Good, very good.

Yang Cunzhi's face completely changed color. Staring at Yanlong, it lunged forward, saying, "Damn it, even if I die, I'll make you pay!"

At the same time, light flashed in its hand as it attacked Yanlong.

It was a well-planned attack, striking at the snake

's vital point. Unfortunately, the attack was deflected before it could land on Yanlong. Yanlong smiled with extreme contempt.

"You really are a fool. Your inner core carries the power of the Vajra Seal; fire overcomes metal, how could you possibly hurt me?"

After saying this, Yanlong's eyes changed. The mockery was replaced by a chilling light; cold, cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless, the eerie green light possessing the qualities of a highly venomous snake. It opened

its mouth, and flames several feet long shot out. Prepared, Yang Cun retreated while building a protective barrier, but the distinct smell of burning still lingered in his hair. The searing heat almost drove him mad; the feeling of being engulfed by flames could only be described as excruciating pain.

Pain, his skin felt like it was cracking open, the burning agony spreading rapidly throughout his body. In the firelight, Yang Cun saw the Flame Dragon's laughter outside, hearing it smugly say, "I hate those who overestimate themselves the most. I'll teach you a lesson. Don't worry, I won't let you die, because I haven't had enough fun yet."

If it was an insult, what could be more humiliating than this? Was there only humiliation before such a disparate power? Sorry, that rule didn't apply to Yang. Overestimating yourself, huh? Then I'll show you what true power is.

His eyes blazing with heat, Yang Cun roared, forcing out the last breath from his chest: "Ah..."

The Flame Dragon's contemptuous pupils saw a ball of flame, not particularly intense, flying towards it.
Chapter Two: The Visitor from the Capital.

Yanlong's eyes were filled with contempt as he looked at Yang Cun, whose pupils held a strange light. He laughed nonchalantly, saying, "Have you lost your mind? Of the Five Elements, I belong to Fire. You're using fire against me? Don't you find that laughable?"

It wasn't that Yanlong intentionally wanted to mock him; thinking about it, it was indeed the case. Using fire against fire was truly ridiculous, especially since Yanlong was the most arrogant of the Five Elements spirits.

The Earth Slave's mind was still immature, no different from a child of a few years old. The Vajra Seal was even worse, not daring to even manifest a form. Only Yanlong was agile enough to navigate among the masses and had a certain understanding of human thoughts. Yang Cun, toyed with by Yanlong, lost his mind and vented recklessly. He didn't even need to use his full strength; he simply opened his mouth and spat out a small fire dragon.

Fortunately, this was the case; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The two flames met, but the attack didn't devour Yang Cun as the Flame Dragon had planned, only to teach him a lesson. Instead…

“What’s going on?”

The Flame Dragon’s voice was filled with disbelief as it watched the two flames merge into one, and their direction wasn’t towards Yang Cun, but towards itself?

“Whoosh!”

Caught off guard, the Flame Dragon was struck by its own attack and sent flying quite a distance.

It barely managed to lift its head, and a mouthful of flaming blood gushed out, but it was quickly absorbed by the ground, leaving nothing behind.

If it had been surprised before, it was now utterly shocked. “Impossible, this is impossible.”

Perhaps the blow was too great, the Flame Dragon found it hard to accept. It shook its head repeatedly, muttering to itself, a hint of fear still in its eyes.

Being injured by a mortal whose abilities were clearly inferior to its own, and being completely unable to discern the attack’s method, filled it with utter horror. Looking at the equally disheveled Yang Cun, enduring the pain from the injuries to its internal organs, the Flame Dragon asked, “How… how did you do that?”

Yang Cun himself was in no better shape. Because Yanlong's relentless attacks had nearly exhausted all his strength, the Vajra Seal's healing was only superficial; the internal damage remained. After unleashing his final, all-out attack, Yang Cun collapsed to the ground. Every limb, every nerve, every bone was in pain, and not just pain, but a agonizing burning sensation.

Now he understood; the Vajra Seal wasn't there to heal him. Even as blood dripped from his mouth, turning into white smoke and emitting a pungent odor before reaching the ground, Yang Cun remained unharmed.

This wasn't because he was powerful; in the world Yanlong had created, he was nothing. He only owed his existence to the Vajra Seal at crucial moments.

Yang Cun didn't ignore Yanlong's question, nor did he intend to answer. He wasn't entirely sure how powerful the attack had been, but judging from Yanlong's appearance, he should be able to rest for a while.

Grinning, blood gushing from his throat, Yang Cun's smile was incredibly irritating. He replied, "Guess."

A strange unease began to stir within the world. Yang Cun clearly sensed that the Flame Dragon was truly angry. Under its chilling gaze, he felt himself being pulled by a powerful force towards an unknown destination.

"Trying to leave? Dream on."

The Flame Dragon sneered, and the sky instantly churned with wind and clouds, a myriad of phenomena unfolding. In the hazy, cloud-like illusion, a massive fiery hand suddenly appeared, reaching directly for Yang Cun.

"Not good,"

Yang Cun thought to himself. For some reason, he felt no panic, his mind clear, recalling the old Taoist's words.

"Disperse form, illusion, break through, escape..."

At the same time, Yang Cun silently chanted in his heart, "This is an illusion, not real, this is an illusion..."

As the massive hand struck, Yang Cun transformed into countless stars. At this moment, he was a soul, so changing his appearance wasn't impossible. But in that instant, he still clearly felt surrounded by flames, his entire body burning with excruciating pain.

"Damn, isn't this an illusion? How can it feel so real?" The last thing he saw was Yanlong's hateful eyes.

He was done for; he'd provoked a jinx he shouldn't have.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw two red peaches with slits open, which terrified Yang Cun, causing him to back away, but his whole body ached, and he couldn't move.

"Master, you're finally awake. If you hadn't woken up, Lianxin... Lianxin..."

She sobbed, her voice hoarse, lacking the melodious sweetness of a nightingale. Yang Cun, still shaken, looked closely and realized that kneeling before him was Gao Lianxin, and he was lying on a strangely shaped, openwork wooden bed.

Gao Lianxin had probably cried too much; her eyes were red and swollen, completely lacking her usual charm. Yang Cun felt a pang of heartache and wanted to pull her into his arms to comfort her, but he couldn't.

"You're finally awake. You scared us so much. If anything had happened to you here, I would have been in grave danger." "

Who else could it be but Long Chi with that rough and impolite voice? "

Yang Cun, still immersed in the tender emotion of the beauty's tears, raised his head in dissatisfaction, intending to signal this unromantic fellow to shut up, but instead saw Granny Liu, her face ashen, close her eyes and collapse to one side.

"Master..."

"Granny..."

After checking Granny Liu's pulse, Long Chi's expression softened, and he said to Gao Lianxin, "It's alright, Master is just too tired. She'll be fine after a rest. I'll take care of her. You should go and take care of the Duke."

Long Chi was tall and imposing, making Grandma Liu appear even smaller in his arms. Watching Long Chi carry Grandma Liu away, Yang Cun was reminded of his earlier thoughts about whether Long Chi had taken a liking to Grandma Liu.

He felt disgusted with himself.

Unaware of Yang Cun's thoughts, Long Chi reached the door, then remembered something and turned back to Gao Lianxin, who was weeping, saying, "Grandma, isn't there some freshly prepared nectar in your room?"

Gao Lianxin quickly understood his meaning and turned back to Yang Cun, saying, "Master has been sleeping for a long time, and his throat is dry, so he can't speak. I'll go get some medicine to soothe his throat."

Nectar? That sounded like a wine. Yang Cun thought to himself: How did it become medicine? But then he remembered Gao Lianxin's words and was puzzled. What did "slept for a long time" mean? In the world of Yanlong, it was at most half a day.

By the time he wanted to ask again, there was no one else in the room. Only he remained.

After thinking it over, he still felt that Yanlong had provoked him inexplicably. Even if its sentience resided within his own body, it still required a suitable trigger. After careful consideration, he still couldn't find that so-called trigger. His memory wasn't bad; he'd never seen such an outstanding snake before.

Since that was the case, he'd try a different approach.

Where did he first sense something was amiss? A thought struck him, and Yang Cun realized a possibility.

Yes, damn it, absolutely right! Before that, he was perfectly fine, yet he was ambushed in reality? Narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Yang Cun felt utterly indifferent. Just as he was about to seriously recall the events, Gao Lianxin, who had gone to fetch the medicine, returned, forcing him to temporarily abandon the plan.

Had she run away? Hmph, even if it meant turning the entire Great Hua Kingdom upside down, he would definitely find her and get to the bottom of this. Let's see if you're more capable, or if I, Yang, am more powerful as the Duke of Jingguo.

Now he finally understood why this thing was called "nectar of the gods." Silky smooth as the finest satin, just one sip was enough to completely dispel the discomfort in his throat, and his voice returned to normal.

"Lianxin, have some too. Listen to how hoarse your voice is."

Although she could speak, her body still ached. Lying there watching the beauty busy serving her, Yang Cun said.

Gao Lianxin paused slightly, her hands moving abruptly. Without looking at Yang Cun, she lowered her head and said, "It is a bit hoarse. Did it offend your ears, Master? I'll..."

"Silly girl."

Yang Cun was both amused and exasperated. Unable to move, he simply said to Gao Lianxin, "Come here."

Gao Lianxin always obeyed Yang Cun's orders, and this time was no exception. Even though she felt sad because she had misunderstood Yang Cun's meaning, she still slowly stepped forward and sat down beside him. After

resting for a while, although she still couldn't get up, her arms were fine, and her spirits were much better than when she first opened her eyes. He put his arm around Gao Lianxin's shoulder and made her lean over him. Yang Cun gently stroked her smooth face with the pad of his thumb.

"What nonsense are you thinking? When have I ever disliked you? I just felt sorry for you because you cried so much."

The beauty above his chest trembled slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to say that.

Reaching out to press down, Yang Cun's lips slowly curved into a smile, and he continued, "But let me make this clear first, if you continue to neglect your health like this, I'll really get angry."

"Master..."

Gao Lianxin's voice choked with emotion, her tearful eyes filled with a hint of determination, she said, "Once Lianxin is yours, she'll be yours for life. Whatever you say goes."

These words, which sounded like a confession, moved Yang Cun deeply. Ancient women were often chaste, whether it was what those idle literary scoundrels of his previous life said, using research as a pretext to constantly pry into other people's privacy, or because they didn't have many opportunities to cheat, or because they were ignorant, at this moment, Yang Cun was deeply moved.

If a woman were willing to stay by your side without asking, never to leave you, wouldn't any man be moved? Especially since she's a stunning beauty. "Lianxin, I want to kiss you."

"Master, you..."

Knowing Yang Cun's inability to move, Gao Lianxin blushed and offered her red lips.

The night was deep, and time was peaceful.

However, Yang Cun's heart was anything but calm.

Damn you, if it weren't for your interference, I would already be in a comfortable bed, enjoying the tenderness of a beauty countless times, instead of lying here half-dead like this? He desperately wanted it, but he was powerless.

"Lianxin, what's wrong with Grandma Liu?"

Yang Cun asked, gently stroking Gao Lianxin's back. He had originally intended to use this gesture to ease his inner turmoil, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

"Grandma... I just went to check on her, she's fine. She just exhausted herself trying to save you. With Young Master Long here, she'll be fine after some recuperation. By the way, Master, Grandma said your soul left your body, is that true?"

At this point, Gao Lianxin stood up, pressing her hand to her chest, looking frightened.

"Uh... this... yes."

Knowing it would be troublesome to explain, and that explaining something so incomprehensible to ordinary people wouldn't necessarily make her understand, he could only give a vague reply. Yang Cun thought to himself that Grandma Liu's cultivation level might not be high enough to easily summon his soul back from the Flame Dragon World; she must have relied on some kind of power.

Unless he was mistaken.

But what exactly did she rely on? How could she possibly contend with the power of the Five Elements? He couldn't find the answer, at least not in the short term. Grandma Liu was hiding something from him, and he had no right to force her to tell him.

"By the way, Lianxin, how many days have I been unconscious?"

"Replying to Master, you've been asleep for a full seven days."

"What?"

Yang Cun was shocked.

Time passes unpredictably in the mountains; seven days and seven years might not make much difference, but the outside world is different.

Seven days is enough for restless people to do many things. He wondered how chaotic things had become down the mountain; he hoped things wouldn't get out of control.

"Lianxin, send a message for me, tell Yang Tongbao to come and take me back."

Going back himself was impossible, but he couldn't ignore the situation outside.

"Master, are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Gao Lianxin was naturally reluctant to part.

"Don't worry, once those troubles are settled, I'll bring you home. Besides, the mansion that Shi Jingtian and the others are repairing for Granny Liu should be almost finished. Then you can come down the mountain, and we can see each other every day again, right?"

Unable to bear seeing his beauty disappointed, Yang Cun tilted his head slightly and kissed her cheek, which was as smooth as fine mutton-fat jade.

Given Gao Lianxin's status, it was impossible for her to enter the Yang family openly and formally. Even if she came from an official family, once she entered a brothel, no matter how pure her body was, it was all for naught; it was like having an indelible stain. I couldn't bear to see her suffer, so once this was over, I'd go back and discuss it properly with my second uncle and the others. I insisted that she not be left without a proper status. If she could

n't be the principal wife, a concubine would do; I just wondered what Lianxin would think.

Never mind, the present matter was more important. I should rest for a while to prepare for any unexpected incidents. Zhao Qinyun and Bai Yongwang—neither of them were pushovers. I was on their turf now; I couldn't afford to be careless.

Exhausted, Yang Cun slept soundly until he lost track of time. When he awoke, he was back in his room at Yipinlou. Anning, the little maid, sat by his bedside, her large, innocent eyes blinking, her chin resting on her hand. Seeing him awake, she smiled and said, "Master is finally awake."

Then a not-so-stern reprimand came: "Ningning, don't talk so much. Now that Master is awake, why aren't you fetching water to help him wash up?"

Anning stuck out her tongue and left. The obedient Anqiao came over, reaching out her small hand to check Yang Cun's forehead, saying, "Master, are you feeling any better? You were a little feverish just now."

Having spent so much time in the Flaming Dragon World, which was practically a living hell, it would be strange if he wasn't hot. The cool touch of Anqiao's hand was very comforting. Seeing her about to pull her hand away, Yang Cun quickly reached out and pressed it down.

"Your hands are cold, it's comfortable to rest them here, keep them here a little longer."

An Qiao smiled and said, "Your Highness is feeling better, but the two gentlemen waiting outside are quite eager."

"Hmm? Who's outside?"

"Of course, it's Lord Yang and Lord Wang."

An Qiao replied, and An Ning, who had already brought over a basin of water, said, "Does Your Highness want to see them? Let us help you wash up first?"

Yang Tongbao and Wang Dong? Something must have happened. He didn't dare to be careless, and with An Qiao's help, Yang Cun felt much better.

"What's wrong?"

After washing up, he felt refreshed. Seeing the two men who entered with solemn expressions, Yang Cun's heart tightened, and he asked.

"Reporting to Your Highness, nothing major has happened, but recently there have been a large number of unidentified people appearing in Hangzhou, and there have been many unreasonable military movements."

Yang Tongbao spoke first, bowing to Yang Cun.

"Hmm? Is no one in charge?"

Yang Cun asked casually, but he knew in his heart that this was probably the reserve army of Prince Ding, Zhao Yuanming.

"No, not only that, they also have weapons,"

Yang Tongbao said. His voice was icy, as if he wanted nothing more than to go out and chop up those who were disturbing public order.

Compared to the righteous Yang Tongbao, Wang Dong, as a senior member of the Yang family's guards, was more concerned about Yang Cun's health.

"Young Master, how are you feeling now? Miss Gao said you were injured?"

Because Grandma Liu was recuperating, and Long Chi couldn't easily show his face, Gao Lianxin was the one who received them when they went up the mountain to pick them up. Although she was a woman, their familiarity with each other saved them a lot of inconvenience.

"Oh, I'm fine. By the way, what's the latest news from the Prince of Ding's side?"

"Speaking of which, hehe, that kid's been incredibly busy lately, meeting with politicians and celebrities all day long. He doesn't seem to want to go back to his father's base in the Northeast at all; on the contrary, he seems to be planning to settle down in Hangzhou."

The speaker was Wang Dong, who had been keeping a close eye on Zhao Qinyun's situation. After speaking, he looked at Yang Cun's thoughtful face and said with regret, "It's a pity that kid is too vigilant. He only uses people from the military camp. Our people can't infiltrate, and we don't know what they're talking about."

"What else could they be talking about?"

Yang Cun sneered, then remembered the matter that had been on his mind and asked Wang Dong, "After I went up the mountain, did anyone send anyone to the Duke's mansion?"

"Hey, young master, you mean that? That kid's really stubborn. But with this old fellow here, he definitely won't dare to act recklessly. Young master can go and ask you what you want to know anytime."

"That's good."

Yang Cun pondered, "Then let's go now."

"My lord, not now,"

Yang Tongbao said, shaking his head at Yang Cun. "Hmm? Is there something else?"

Yang Cun raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Yes. My lord, someone from the capital has arrived, requesting to see you, saying they are acting on imperial orders..."

"Where are they?"

Yang Cun was startled and stood up. Looking at Yang Tongbao, he asked, "How many days have they been here?"

On imperial orders? The old emperor sending someone at this time, could it be to summon him back to the capital? He hadn't even opened the secret edict given to him that day, and he didn't know the emperor's true purpose in summoning him to Hangzhou. Besides, although he now had a title, most of the Yang family's troops were still in Yang Shu's hands. Even if he were summoned back, it might not be of any use.

"It's been three days. Since you haven't returned, I arranged for him to stay,"

Yang Tongbao said. "He said he came on imperial orders and insists on seeing you in person, but he claims to be the Emperor's personal guard."

"Hmm, since he's representing the Emperor, let's see him. Anqiao, help me change into something more formal."

He didn't know what kind of person this personal guard was, and if he dressed sloppily, he might be accused of disrespect in front of the old Emperor. After all, gentlemen are easy to deal with, but petty people are difficult.

"Yes, sir, do you need formal official robes?"

Anqiao replied, gesturing for her sister to find clothes.

"No need, no need for official robes, just a formal robe will do,"

Yang Cun shook his head. Being an official is an art. Although he wasn't very skilled, the treacherous official novels from his previous life gave him some insight. Dressing too formally would only make him appear timid.

Watching the An sisters leave to fetch their new clothes, Yang Cuncai asked Yang Tongbao, "Where is he now?"

"My lord, he heard you've returned and has been waiting in the front hall since early this morning,"

Yang Tongbao replied. "He's been waiting for about an hour."

"I understand. Go and deal with him first, tell him I'll be there shortly."

After instructing Yang Tongbao, and squinting in thought for a moment, he turned to Wang Dong and said, "I'll leave the interrogation of that person to you, Uncle. I won't go. Just give me the answer."

"Yes, young master."

The elderly Wang Dong lacked the composure expected of his age. Hearing Yang Cuncai's words, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Just you wait and see."

With a single glance, Yang Cuncai understood that the person who had inadvertently come to deliver the message was about to suffer. It wasn't that he necessarily wanted a clear answer, but this kind of foolish attempt to use him as a pawn was simply too infuriating.

After tidying up, Yang Cun walked slowly and unhurriedly towards the front hall.

Upon entering, besides Yang Tongbao who was bowing to him, there was indeed a young man with an extraordinary air about him. If it weren't for the prior announcement that he was a guard, Yang Cun would almost have assumed he was a prince.

"Your Excellency, I will take my leave now,"

Yang Tongbao said, bowing. Seeing Yang Cun nod, he bowed and withdrew.

He had many things to do, even if the Duke hadn't given any instructions. The young man

wore a white brocade robe with dark patterns, his hair styled in a high bun. Seeing Yang Cun approach, he quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Duke Jing."

His voice was somewhat low and deep, unlike a normal, natural bow. Logically, a lowly guard should have performed a full salute, at least a kowtow, upon seeing him; a mere bow was hardly appropriate. However, Yang Cun didn't dwell on it. He noticed the young man's fair and delicate hands, which didn't seem like those of someone who had wielded swords for many years.

One of the things that high-ranking officials and nobles in ancient times liked to do most was to keep some favorite servants. Because of the bowing posture, the face of the person could not be seen, but the overall impression was that they were handsome and charming, and even had a hidden air of nobility.

Staring at the equally white nape of the neck of the person in front of him, Yang Cun wondered, could this be the favorite servant of that old emperor?

The first thing that came to mind was the Chrysanthemum Terrace. Of course, if someone couldn't help but sing it out now, it wouldn't just be a disservice to this young guard, but also a matter of the emperor's privacy…

“Ahem.”

Yang Cun coughed twice, feigning a cough, before saying, “No need for formalities, get up.”

Yang Cun, with his sharp ears and eyes, clearly caught the breath the other man exhaled as he stood up. What? Was he nervous? Was he hiding something, or was Yang Cun really that scary?

To test him further, Yang Cun deliberately took a step forward.

The man quickly retreated two steps, intending not to get close to him.

In that step forward and retreat, a faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Yang Cun frowned, remembering that it seemed to be the scent of gardenias? A grown man using this? But then he remembered that the man might be the one he had guessed, and he understood. Glancing over, Yang Cun was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered, staring at the other man's round and delicate earlobe, his smile becoming even more meaningful.

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"My surname is Yue, and my given name is Long. I dare not accept the title 'sir,'

but you may simply call me Yue Long, my lord." Perhaps due to nervousness, this guard Yue Long, already possessing fair skin and rosy lips, now had a faint blush, making Yang Cun's heart itch with desire, wishing he could rush forward and taste him. His eyebrows were like distant mountains, his eyes held a hidden allure, and his small, pert nose was incredibly alluring with the slight thud of his nostrils. He also possessed an innate air of nobility that neither An Qiao, An Ning, nor even Gao Lianxin possessed. If it weren't for his voice, Yang Cun would have definitely inquired about his identity.

As for Li Caiyu, she was naturally far inferior. However, upon thinking of the name Li Caiyu, Yang Cun's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yue Long? That's a good name, quite imposing."

It's a pity she's a bit effeminate. Yang Cun chuckled inwardly, already understanding the situation, but didn't expose it. He said, "I wonder what imperial decree Yue Long... has come on His Majesty's orders? Where is the imperial decree?"

Calling him a guard was being polite; given his thin arms and legs, it was hard to say who would protect whom in case of danger. Yue Long's expression shifted slightly, avoiding eye contact with Yang Cun's seemingly gentle yet incredibly sharp gaze. He lowered his eyes, staring at the tip of his nose, and said, "No imperial decree, it's... an oral order."

How could that anxious and cautious demeanor so easily tempt one to commit a crime? Yang Cun swallowed hard, his face darkening. He sneered, "An oral order? How do I know this oral order truly comes from His Majesty, and not someone else, for example... something you intentionally fabricated?"

As if he hadn't expected Yang Cun's sudden change of expression, Yue Long abruptly nodded, a flash of panic crossing his face. Without further explanation, he simply pulled something from his sleeve and presented it to him. "His Majesty knew early on that you, sir, were cautious, and specifically sent me with this, saying you would know its authenticity at a glance."

"Oh?"

Raising an eyebrow noncommittally, Yang Cun deliberately grabbed Yue Long's hand as he took the item. Soft and boneless, smooth and delicate—he had never felt anything like it before.

You could tell what kind of life a person led by looking at their hands. Yang Cun was certain that this Yue Long guard had probably never done even the finest work, let alone rough labor, given this intoxicating touch.

"Ah…"

Startled by Yang Cun's frivolous action, Yue Long exclaimed, quickly withdrawing his hand, his face flushing even more.

Yang Cun didn't explain, only smiling as he watched Yue Long, clearly angry yet suppressing his rage, somewhat like a demonic woman being humiliated in the Vajra Seal world. When he pulled his hand back, he held something in his palm. He figured his smile at that moment was definitely not pure; it was enough to frighten this wonderful man.

The translucent jade pen was no more than the length of a child's finger. At first glance, it was impossible to discern the type of jade, but it seemed more transparent than mutton-fat jade and more ethereal than green jade, possessing a crystal-like transparency while retaining the unique dignified warmth of jade.

Of course, what truly drew attention was what was sealed within the jade:

a small, fiery red dragon, poised to take flight, imprisoned within. Gazing at it for a while, one couldn't help but feel that it itself seemed alive, as if it possessed an eternal life.

This was a highly sensitive matter; anyone who dared to possess it would likely face confiscation of their property and extermination of their entire family, including nine generations of their relatives.

Putting aside all his frivolous expressions, regardless of his inner thoughts, Yang Cun obediently knelt down, shouting three times, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live

the Emperor!" "Hmm, Duke Jingguo, please rise."

Perhaps Yang Cun had offended him, for Yue Long's voice sounded somewhat harsh. He glanced at Yang Cun with disrespect in his eyes and said, "His Majesty's decree states that the hereditary Duke Jingguo, Yang Cun, is loyal to the country, truly a blessing to me. He is hereby ordered to diligently guard Hangzhou. If he discovers any rebellious individuals detrimental to the court or me, he is granted the authority to execute them first and report later."

Chapter Three: Who's Scheming

Against Me? It turns out that the old emperor, spending his days deep in the palace, wasn't a fool after all. Perhaps he knew perfectly well who harbored rebellious intentions? This further confirms Xiao Jiu's words; those mysterious men in black were indeed from the inner palace.

The problem is this so-called decree.

Damn it, is this some kind of trap? The cunning and shrewd emperor clearly knows the current situation in Hangzhou. Those bastards Zhao Qinyun and Bai Yongwang are busy deploying troops; their men and weapons are all ready, just waiting for the order. And now he wants me to stay here and die? Execute

first, report later? My thousand soldiers are fighting against an enemy force of unknown size. Even if I had to execute them, how would I do it? It's utter bullshit. Loyalty to the country, you say? Are you waiting for me to die for the country?

His heart was already cold. Staring at Yue Long, whose aura had suddenly intensified, Yang Cun sneered, his tone chilling, "Then how many troops did you bring for me, sir?"

"Hmm?"

The other man was clearly taken aback, as if he hadn't considered this at all. "Didn't the Duke bring troops with him?"

Yang Cun heard a merciless curse in his heart. "I did bring troops," he said. "Well then, I admit my incompetence and am unfit for this important task. I ask you to report to the Emperor on my behalf."

This was merely a momentary outburst, intended to deflate the guard's arrogance. If the old Emperor himself were standing before him, not only would it be impossible, but even if the Emperor wanted his head, he would probably have to offer it up with a smile. However, Yang Cun was still genuinely angry. The Emperor was one thing, but a mere guard like him, no matter what noble status he might have, had no right to act so arrogantly. He wouldn't give him a

second thought. Even if he had a perfect plan, the man was still too inexperienced. It was obvious at a glance that Yue Long, lacking experience, was no match for the cunning Yang Cun. With just a few words of persuasion and pressure, the composure on his face vanished, and he said to Yang Cun, "Then this subordinate will report back to the Emperor as soon as possible and request that he dispatch usable troops for the Duke."

"Then thank you, Lord Yue Long."

A cunning smile flashed in Yang Cun's eyes, and he smiled smugly. Without saying another word, he turned and left, saying, "Then I will await your good news, sir. I have important matters to attend to, and I imagine you are also busy with official duties, so I will not disturb you any longer."

Watching the departing figure leave without any hesitation, Yue Long was annoyed, gritting his teeth, and knocked the cups and saucers off the table.

Under the lush, intertwined vines of the trellis, Yang Cun, who had just said he had important matters to attend to during the reception, lay comfortably on a recliner that had been prepared, sipping his tea and squinting at the woman who walked towards him, chatting and laughing with An Qiao.

Li Caiyu.

This was the conclusion Yang reached after carefully considering the matter of Yanlong. The first time he noticed something was wrong was the very night he took Li Caiyu.

According to Longchi, in Miao territory, there's a type of Gu poison that can be applied to women. If someone deflowers her, the Gu worm will transfer. While it's unclear what methods Yanlong used on her, the problem is most likely with her.

"Master,"

two women with different styles simultaneously curtsied. Although Li Caiyu couldn't win in terms of looks, her eyes added to her charm. Suspicion arose, so Yang Cun became wary of her. He reached out and pulled An Qiao into his arms, coldly staring at Li Caiyu.

Feeling uncomfortable under Yang Cun's sharp gaze, Li Caiyu twisted her fingers, unsure what to do. This was the first time she'd seen Yang Cun since he'd taken her, and she couldn't grasp his intentions, so she was filled with trepidation.

An Qiao didn't understand either. She looked at Li Caiyu and then at Yang Cun, about to speak, when the large hand around her waist tightened its grip. Despite her young age, she knew better and obediently shut her mouth, nestling into Yang Cun's arms.

"Caiyu, I'm asking you, before you met me, did you encounter anything unusual?"

Yang Cun asked casually, but secretly he was gathering his strength. If she made any other move, he would kill her instantly. Looking at

her, Li Caiyu's eyes were full of innocence. She bit her lower lip, seemingly genuinely thinking, and after a moment shook her head, saying, "Replying to your question, no. I was bought by the innkeeper's wife before, but she returned it. You know about that, sir?"

"I do know, but I'm asking about something I don't know."

Whether it was Li Caiyu's acting skills or something else, there wasn't a trace of panic in her eyes, only confusion.

"Something you don't know? Please enlighten me, sir."

Li Caiyu's attitude was respectful, even tinged with fear.

"You really don't know? Then let me remind you again."

"I dreamt I was bitten by a snake yesterday, a small, bright red snake."

As soon as Yang Cun finished speaking, he felt An Qiao tremble in his arms. She turned her head and asked anxiously, "Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I told you it was just a dream."

Yang Cun smiled casually, then saw Li Caiyu's face turn deathly pale. She knelt down with a "thump" and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Please forgive me, Your Excellency, please forgive me."

"It really was you."

Resisting the urge to strike her with his palm, Yang Cun no longer had any pity for her. He shouted sharply, "Speak, why did you hurt me?"

This time, An Qiao's eyes were also hostile as she looked at Li Caiyu. She covered her mouth with her small hand in horror, her misty eyes scanning Yang Cun's body, as if trying to see where he was hurt.

Li Caiyu's face turned ashen. Upon hearing Yang Cun's question, tears streamed down her face. She slapped herself repeatedly, crying, "This servant deserves to die! This servant deserves to die! This servant truly never imagined it would harm Master! It...it only said it would put a drop of its blood in this servant's body to help it find the person it was looking for, and then it would leave. It said...it said it wouldn't hurt anyone...it said...if this servant disagreed, it would bite Father's body...This servant...this servant..."

She sobbed uncontrollably, her words incoherent. However, Yang Cun managed to gather what he needed, picked up An Qiao and helped her sit down, then abruptly stood up and asked, "Did you really see the Flame Dragon?"

"Wh...what Flame Dragon? This servant doesn't know. What this servant saw...was just a small, bright red snake."

"Did it tell you what it was looking for?"

Not knowing the name was normal; Yang Cun asked this deliberately, merely to further test Li Caiyu.

"It said...it said it was looking for an enemy..."

An enemy? Could it be the Vajra Seal? A sudden shock ran through him, then his heart sank. Could this unexpected calamity have been caused by the Vajra Seal hidden within his own body? In the Five Elements, both metal and fire are warlike attributes. Yanlong wasn't unintelligent; he must have been using Li Caiyu to search for the Vajra Seal, and he just happened to stumble upon it. Could such a coincidence really happen? Damn it, even a screenwriter couldn't write something this melodramatic.

It seemed as if some mysterious force was controlling things, but what was it?

"Master...Master...This servant was wrong. You can hit me or scold me, but please don't send me away. I didn't mean it; I really didn't know I would harm you..."

Li Caiyu sobbed, her eyes filled with tears, sorrow and grief. So pure, truly without any cunning or scheming. It seemed that Yanlong manipulating Li Caiyu was a piece of cake.

"Unintentional?"

It was less a question to Li Caiyu and more a self-question. With no more intention to argue, Yang Cun could only sit back down with a bitter smile.

"Caiyu, you're so innocent! Your carelessness has caused me so much trouble."

Yang Cun, now convinced of Li Caiyu's story, felt utterly miserable. Yanlong's injury was only temporary; he had only managed to injure it by catching it off guard. What if it recovered and turned on him? If it clashed with the Vajra Seal within his body, even if he did nothing, he'd likely be doomed.

Oh, right, Yanlong said it wouldn't kill him, at most… damn it, so unintentional.

There was a sound of something rapidly approaching in the air. The next moment, Li Caiyu was grabbed by the neck and lifted off the ground, like a puppet.

Under Yang Tongbao's strong arms, even struggling was a luxury for Li Caiyu.

"Dare to harm me, you deserve to die!" Yang

Tongbao, loyal to Yang Shu and tasked with protecting Yang Cun, must have only heard Yang Cun's last words. His eyes were filled with icy terror as he tightened his grip.

Suddenly gripped by Yang Tongbao's arm, Li Caiyu could no longer cry out. Unable to breathe, her face quickly turned from white to ashen, her eyes filled with fear and despair. Her increasingly vacant gaze fixed on Yang Cun, clearly pleading for help.

"Alright, Tongbao, let her go."

As a soldier, Yang Tongbao, principled in his actions, prioritized his own safety. If he didn't speak up, Li Caiyu would likely be dead. After all, she had been his woman, giving him her virginity; Yang Cun couldn't bear to do it.

He could commit despicable acts—he wasn't exactly a saint—but murder, especially unintentionally, against a delicate woman, was something he couldn't bring himself to do.

He couldn't even bring himself to kill a woman like the Demonic Sect woman, let alone Li Caiyu. If she were a truly wicked villain, it would be one thing, but... that one night of passion, Li Caiyu's pitiful, pleading appearance was still etched in his mind. If he were to kill her now, knowing it was an unintentional mistake, he would be utterly inhuman.

Call it womanly compassion, call it a lack of ambition, but besides, what Li Caiyu did wasn't necessarily wrong. The power of the Five Elements is a power every cultivator dreams of mastering, and one of those coveted powers was given to him by Li Caiyu; it's just that his cultivation is still shallow, and he can't control it yet.

Just like Lin Guan, who knew he couldn't control the Vajra Seal but still fought hard, and even though he ended up being devoured by the Vajra Seal, he had no complaints. If Lin Guan didn't regret it, why should he?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Li Caiyu really shouldn't be killed.

"My lord,"

Yang Tongbao disagreed, not understanding why Yang Cun would keep someone who had harmed him by his side. In these times, life is precious. To harm the Duke of Jingguo's noble status would be a crime punishable by death, even if a servant died eight or ten times over.

"Tongbao, don't be impulsive."

Yang Cun shook his head, his smile even more bitter. He was truly suffering in silence. Watching Li Caiyu roll her eyes and go limp, Yang Cun's voice hardened. "This matter can't be explained in a short time," he said. "Let her go first."

Otherwise, once it was over, Li Caiyu would only have the chance to be reborn.

Although unwilling, she couldn't disobey Yang Cun's order. Yang Tongbao released her, and the suffocating Li Caiyu, limp as a noodle, collapsed to the ground.

"Anqiao, go take care of Sister Caiyu,"

Yang Cun coaxed the little girl Anqiao, his heart filled with emotion. Ever since Li Caiyu came with him, she had been constantly injured. Not only was she brutal that night, but today she almost lost her life. He wondered if she regretted coming back with him.

After An Qiao had someone help take Li Caiyu away, Yang Cun asked Yang Tongbao, "Why are you back again?"

"Replying to your question, sir."

Yang Tongbao had also recovered from the earlier commotion, but looking in the direction Li Caiyu had left, his expression was still unfriendly. It was foreseeable that Li Caiyu's future days would not be easy. Hearing Yang Cun's question, he replied, "The Prince of Ding's heir came by just now, but because he was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you to see him while you were receiving guests, I declined, saying that you were unwell and unable to receive guests."

One represented the Prince of Ding, and the other represented the Emperor; even a fool could tell which was more important, so it was reasonable for Yang Tongbao to stop him. But this Zhao Qinyun is really in high spirits, is she like a tortoise? Still clinging to me? Yang Cun curled his lips and said, "Did he say what it was about?"

"He wants to invite you to a banquet tonight,"

Yang Tongbao answered truthfully. The young master was incredibly good-natured; even after the Duke was told he wasn't feeling well, he didn't press the matter and simply invited him to a banquet before leaving, without giving Yang Tongbao any trouble.

"Another banquet?"

Yang Cun felt a headache coming on. Was Zhao Qinyun being a little too enthusiastic? He wasn't her father. He hadn't been in Hangzhou long, and this was already the third time she'd invited him.

If she had too much money, she should just say so; he'd be happy to help! Or should she just pay up?

Putting aside his absurd thoughts, Yang Cun had to admit the profound and extensive culinary culture of China's five thousand years of history. In officialdom, such banquets seemed to be the norm.

"Is it going to be at Yipinlou again?"

The first time, Bai Yongwang and his group accompanied him, showering him with compliments. The second time, he was alone, and they even offered a combination of heartfelt conversation and seductive advances. What was she planning this time?

"Sir, no,"

Yang Tongbao denied. "They said it was at Prince Ding's villa in Hangzhou, where the young master is currently staying."

"Hmm?"

Yang Cun raised his thick eyebrows in surprise. "Why is it at his residence?"

Wang Dong had gone to great lengths to keep people out of the way, and now he's hosting a banquet for me there. Isn't he afraid I'll do something underhanded?

After a moment's thought, he asked again, "Do you know who else is there?"

Could it be just me again?

"I heard there are quite a few Hangzhou officials, all of whom have been getting close to the young master these past few days."

Zhao Qinyun arrived shortly after Yang Tongbao left. To ensure everything went smoothly, he had gone out to inquire, which was why he returned a little late.

"I see."

Yang Tongbao's words enlightened Yang Cun, who sneered repeatedly, cracking his knuckles and coldly saying, "He—the Duke is quite concerned, isn't he?"

Yang Tongbao instantly understood Yang Cun's meaning, his expression turning serious, and said, "Then I will go to the Prince Ding's villa immediately and tell him that you are slightly unwell and cannot attend the banquet."

"No need,"

Yang Cun waved his hand, "It's useless. He came here to scheme against me. If you say I can't go out, he'll probably move the banquet here. I'm afraid of the noise, so I'll go instead. You should find a few good men to go with me, and we should at least find out

what this young master is up to." He finished speaking with a wicked and lewd smile.

"Yes."

Although he responded, the worry on Yang Tongbao's face remained.

The old emperor thought he was being discreet, sending someone who was neither male nor female, claiming to be his personal guard, thinking he was foolproof and wouldn't attract attention. However, he clearly underestimated the extent to which his opponents coveted his throne and the level of attention they paid to him.

If Yang Cun wasn't mistaken, this guard had been under surveillance since leaving the capital; it was quite an achievement that he had made it to Hangzhou alive. Yue Long didn't possess much internal energy, so the old emperor must have sent secret guards to protect him, right?

Knowing full well that the emperor had sent someone to see him, Zhao Qinyun still hosted a banquet for him at this crucial juncture, accompanied by officials who were practically on his side. Making it so obvious to everyone, his intention was simply to sow suspicion in the old emperor, forcing Yang Cun to defect. And Yang Cun hadn't yet reached the point of open hostility; even if he refused, he couldn't find a suitable reason, unless he, Yang Cun, was a loyal and patriotic minister.

Unfortunately, he wasn't. If he could, he even wanted to humorously tell Zhao Qinyun, "Congratulations, you bet on the right horse."

Attending the banquet was easy; explaining things to Yue Long afterward was troublesome. And with a hidden, explosive fire dragon within him, wasn't this just pushing him to the brink of madness? These past few days have been hectic. Aside from obtaining the inner core from the forest ranger through a series of opportunistic means, Yang Cun's cultivation has remained stagnant. If things continue like this, he'll likely be at the mercy of the Flame Dragon. With plenty of time before nightfall, Yang Cun sat cross-legged and entered a meditative state.

The old Taoist had said, "Only in a world free from desires and wants can one break through their limitations."

Haste makes waste, right? He wouldn't eat lunch or dinner; Zhao Qinyun was rich, wasn't she? He could eat on an empty stomach.

However, in reality, Yang Cun, in his meditative state, felt no hunger at all. This time, his mind quickly became as calm as still water, and he forgot where he was. What was originally a white, chaotic scene now appeared to be illuminated by golden and crimson rays of light.

He didn't think about the Vajra Seal or the Flame Dragon; after relaxing, he allowed his consciousness to wander freely, searching for something that could resonate with his soul. As Yang Cun's consciousness settled, four inner cores emerged from his lower abdomen, dantian, and slowly rotated around his body, endlessly repeating the cycle. Yang Cun's closed eyes and serene expression, with a faint smile on his lips, suggested he was in the midst of a beautiful dream.

When Yang Cun was completely unconscious, a slight movement occurred among the flowers not far away. After a long while, a person dressed in white brocade robes appeared, slowly approaching Yang Cun. Seeing that he didn't react, the person reached out and touched his body. His

cherry lips were tightly pressed together, his delicate, pinkish-white face tense, and his almond-shaped eyes filled with curiosity.

The newcomer was Yue Long, a guard sent by the old emperor.

However, to Yue Long's surprise, the instant his fingers touched Yang Cun's robes, a strong milky-white halo suddenly emanated from him. A powerful aura caused his body to fly straight out like a kite with a broken string, only stopping when he crashed into a pillar of a stone pavilion with a loud thud. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Turning back angrily, Yang Cun remained in the same position under the flower trellis, not even blinking.

Sensing something amiss, he turned to look and saw Yang Tongbao staring at him expressionlessly with an icy expression.

Startled, he quickly explained, "I...I meant no harm..."

"I know."

Yang Tongbao answered coldly, turned and left, his voice carried on the wind: "If you harbored ill intentions, you would have died the moment you appeared."

Yue Long shivered involuntarily.

Yang Cun, lost in his own meditation, knew nothing of this, so no one pondered why the protective layer around him had turned milky white this time instead of gold last time.

His own consciousness had no time; Yang Cun sat for a whole day, showing no signs of waking even as the moon rose. The An sisters reheated the food repeatedly, but he didn't open his eyes.

"Uncle Dong, what should we do? It's getting late, the Prince Ding's banquet is about to begin, but the Duke hasn't woken up yet."

Looking at Yang Cun's calm face with Wang Dong, Yang Tongbao felt anxious.

"So what if he's late? The young master going is already giving that brat face; why should we be afraid of him?"

Wang Dong remained unmoved. What could be more important than improving the young master's cultivation? This was a golden opportunity to restore the Yang family's reputation.

“Uncle Dong.”

Yang Tongbao said helplessly.

“Alright, alright, as long as someone goes into meditation with him to guide the young master back, that’s fine. But there’s a certain danger. If the young master can’t control himself, the person who goes to call him might end up trapped in his consciousness.”

Wang Dong said slowly, looking at Yang Tongbao with some sympathy. “Even if we have to call him, we need someone suitable, someone with a strong will. I’m too old for that. We have two choices: either we continue to wait patiently, or you go. But I still have to advise you, the young master is now at the fourth level of cultivation, and he still has the Vajra Seal in his body. If he can’t control himself, something could happen, which would be quite common.”

After Wang Dong finished speaking, Yang Tongbao’s face darkened. He looked at Wang Dong speechlessly: “Uncle Dong, are you joking with me?”

“No, he’s telling the truth.”

A clear voice came from behind, and the group turned around to see Yang Cun slowly opening his eyes.

This kind of meditation, like an old monk entering deep meditation, is the least time-bound. It is said that a Taoist once meditated for ten years. To avoid casually setting a meditation time in years, Yang Cun set a time limit for himself before meditating, similar to an alarm clock.

This was also taught by the old Taoist, but he hadn't actually practiced it yet; today he just wanted to test the waters. Fortunately, it worked, and he woke up on time. Otherwise, if Yang Tongbao hadn't waited and recklessly barged into his consciousness according to Wang Dong's method, it would have been disastrous.

In fact, Wang Dong's method is also a good one, quite useful for waking meditators, but it's a bit dangerous. Of course, this applies to ordinary Taoists, not to his current freakish situation.

Not only the Vajra Seal, but his body also has a cold-blooded and ruthless venomous snake that can sense his consciousness. If an unfamiliar aura intrudes, even if Yang Cun doesn't want it, the Flame Dragon will devour the intruder's consciousness.

Don't ask Yang Cun how he knows, because he doesn't know either. In that final moment, his senses had actually returned, so he heard Yang Tongbao and Wang Dong's conversation. Almost instantly, strange things appeared in his mind, the aforementioned content, the source... seemed to be the Vajra Seal? Or the warning from the Flaming Dragon?

Even he himself couldn't figure it out.

"My Lord."

After bowing with Wang Dong, Yang Tongbao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A devoured consciousness? He thought he had gained a lot of knowledge when he followed the Prince before, but he never expected to have something like this before? There's no limit to how bizarre it can get...

"The person has been found, my lord, shall we go now?"

"Yes, let's go now."

Yang Cun nodded and stood up. After sitting for a day, his body didn't suffer from poor blood circulation from maintaining the same posture; on the contrary, he felt refreshed and exceptionally comfortable. An indescribable energy flowed slowly with his blood, as if giving his whole body a massage.

He stretched and got up, and the An sisters quickly took out the prepared clothes for him to change into. Because they were quick and efficient, washing his face and combing his hair didn't take much time either.

"Uncle Dong, if any troublemakers show up at Yipinlou tonight, as long as they don't do anything to harm us, just turn a blind eye and let them be."

Reaching the door, just before stepping into the prepared carriage, Yang Cun suddenly gave Wang Dong a mysterious smile.

Wang Dong was taken aback, not quite understanding.

However, after Yang Cun and his group had been gone for quite some time, and everyone at Yipinlou was asleep, he understood his master's meaning.

In the days before modern lighting, even a luxurious inn like Yipinlou would be plunged into darkness at night. A few lonely red lanterns looked particularly eerie, like the blood-red eyes of a monster in the night.

The troublemakers Yang Cun spoke of were dressed in black in such darkness, completely covered except for their eyes, moving about like ghosts. Their target was the same: the room where the guard Yue Long was.

"Uncle Dong, what's the matter?"

a guard asked Wang Dong, who was observing coldly, in a low voice.

"Leave it for now. If they dare to cause trouble, kill them,"

Wang Dong said coldly, his tone devoid of emotion.

After speaking, he slowly walked towards his room.

The night remained quiet. Except for Yue Long's expression darkening after hearing the report from the men in black about Yang Cun attending Zhao Biyun's banquet, everything else was normal.

"Do you think we should report this to the Emperor first?"

one of the men in black, whose face was cold and who seemed to be the leader, asked Yue Long for his opinion. His words were humble, but his demeanor lacked subservience; his back remained ramrod straight.

They only obeyed the Emperor's orders. Anyone else who wanted to make them bow down would truly have to have the ability.

“Wait a little longer. Any rash action at this time could lead to serious consequences. We can’t fall into Prince Ding’s trap. Since the Emperor says Yang Cun is trustworthy, we should give him a chance.”

Although he said this, Yue Long’s tightly furrowed brows never relaxed, ruining his handsome appearance. He stood up with a sigh, took a sealed letter from his sleeve, picked up a candlestick, and resealed it with wax before handing it to the man in black, saying, “Send this to the palace immediately. We must wait for the Emperor’s reply. Remember, the sooner the better; this matter cannot be delayed.”

“Yes.”

The man in black responded and left at lightning speed. However, several people remained hidden in unseen corners to protect the Emperor’s envoy.

Chapter Four: A Banquet with Hidden Meanings.

For the time being, Yan Long’s body felt no discomfort. After resting for a while in the swaying carriage, Yang Cun felt more energetic than after normal sleep. Yang Cun secretly felt his energy had increased again, but upon closer inspection, it was still only at the fourth level.

There's nothing to be disappointed about. Haste makes waste. If you improve too quickly, you might suffer from a reverse flow of qi and blood because you can't handle it. Judging from your current cultivation level, it's still satisfactory.

Four inner cores: one crimson, one golden, one murky half-yellow-black, and one pure—each one radiant with light. Where can you find such wonderful colors? I wonder what unexpected color it will be if a fifth one forms someday? The journey to the Prince Ding's villa was a bit long. Yang Cun was bored, so he decided to linger at the head of the carriage, even making a bet with himself.

When the carriage stopped, it was indeed quite late. Yang Cun wasn't in a hurry. As he alighted, he asked, "Tongbao, how late are we?"

He didn't ask "Are we late?" but rather "How late?" which would make people think his lateness was intentional. Of course, if anyone thought that, Yang Cun wouldn't object.

"Replying to Your Excellency, we're half an hour late,"

Yang Tongbao's voice rang in his ears, deliberately lowered.

Yang Cun looked up in surprise and, sure enough, saw Zhao Qinyun waiting at the door.

The Prince of Ding's heir was hosting a banquet, and those invited were likely mostly officials willing to side with the Prince. Therefore, they wouldn't be as rude as him, arriving half an hour late. The restaurant should be packed with guests by now, right? Abandoning them to greet him, Zhao Qinyun was still giving him face. A fake smile appeared on Yang Cun's face as he watched Zhao Qinyun approach with excessive enthusiasm after he stood still.

She clasped her hands in a deep bow. In terms of etiquette, Zhao Qinyun had never been ambiguous with Yang Cun. While bowing, she said, "My lord is unwell, and I apologize for disturbing you. Your presence is already a great honor; being a little late is only natural."

She didn't rise, remaining half-bowed, seemingly waiting for Yang Cun to help her up.

Well, this child had already prepared a way out for everyone. Although she was a few years older than Yang Cun, her respectful attitude was like that of a grandson. And with such a handsome face, it was easy to feel guilty. Playing along with her forced smile, Yang Cun said, "Your Highness is too kind."

And as she wished, he placed his hand under Zhao Qinyun's wrist, helping her to her feet.

Upon closer inspection, he was slightly surprised. It turned out that although Zhao Qinyun's spirit wasn't particularly sharp, she was actually a skilled fighter?

As she stood up, Zhao Qinyun took Yang Cun's arm, saying, "Then this junior has overstepped her bounds, please, Your Excellency."

She then led Yang Cun inside, her arm never letting go.

Yang Cun felt a wave of nausea wash over him, inwardly screaming, "Damn it, I like women! If you want to be gay, go find someone else..."

He tried to break free, but found she was using force. Unless he completely broke off relations, he could only

remain in this ambiguous state. Well, perhaps that era was much purer than the one Yang Cun had lived in his previous life, without all that messy stuff... He couldn't very well really cause trouble at someone's gate, could he? He could only force a stiff smile and walk towards the door.

Regardless of his outward appearance, Yang Cun sneered inwardly. It seemed that Yue Long wouldn't be able to sleep tonight; those lurking men in the shadows weren't blind. He only hoped that the news of his overly "intimate" relationship with the Prince of Ding would keep him in check; otherwise, a single imperial decree would likely bring this trip to Jiangnan to an abrupt end.

A subtle fragrance filled the air, light gauze fluttered, and dancers in sheer garments twirled in the center of the hall. Their graceful figures and glimpses of skin stirred the masculine hormones of the men present.

Indeed, as Yang Tongbao had said, there were quite a few officials present, but most of them were staring lustfully at the dancers, wishing they had X-ray vision to see what they wanted.

One official, bearing the title of "Lord," even took advantage of a dancer's twirl to rip her skirt amidst the clinking of glasses. After a barely perceptible tearing sound amidst the music, the dancer's skirt ripped open, and another seized the opportunity to pull her into his arms.

A burst of laughter erupted around them; no one thought it was excessive, and even the dancer feigned resistance with a coquettish smile. Yang Cun and Zhao Qinyun had arrived.

Turning to look at her, Yang Cun didn't see the expected embarrassment on Zhao Qinyun's face, only an emotionless smile. Seeing Yang Cun looking at her, she gave him a look: "We're all men, we all have those little dirty thoughts, you know."

At that moment, Yang Cun suddenly felt sympathy for this Prince Ding's heir, and understood why he had been able to win over so many officials in such a short time. The beauty trap, throughout history, has never failed; if used well, even the hardest steel will soften.

Heroes, damn it, are truly hard to resist the charms of a beautiful woman.

But at this moment, Yang Cun felt more sympathy for Zhao Qinyun. Leading this group to rebel? Kid, you'd better save your breath.

At the same time, everyone noticed their arrival. Aside from the hollow sounds of musical instruments, all the noise vanished in an instant. Everyone rose to bow to Yang Cun, shouting, "We, your humble servants, pay our respects to Your Excellency the Duke!"

Yang Cun held a hereditary position among the Three Dukes, a rank many times higher than these local officials from Hangzhou, so everyone present performed the full kneeling ceremony.

Whether it was pre-arranged by Zhao Qinyun or not, for a moment, apart from Zhao Qinyun herself, no one was standing. Of course, the guards protecting these officials outside the door didn't count.

Staring at those round, upturned buttocks, Yang Cun couldn't help but laugh out loud. Realizing his mistake, he covered his mouth with his hand and coughed lightly, saying, "Gentlemen, there's no need for such formalities. Please rise."

Another wave of thanks followed.

If the old emperor saw this scene, would he think that he was the one who had raised the army in rebellion? The farcical performance made Yang Cun unable to suppress his amusement, but he also made appropriate attempts to conceal it, leading Zhao Qinyun, who had been carefully observing his expression, to believe that he enjoyed being worshipped like this.

"Haha, the young master's influence is truly immense! The Duke himself has come to Hangzhou, and none of us officials, high or low, have even had a chance to see him. The moment the young master appears, the Duke is already at the banquet. It's truly an honor for us to sit at the same table as the Duke! Haha..."

From the moment the group of officials rose, the obsequious flattery from Awu was driving Yang Cun crazy. They used terms like "honor" and "rare," but none were as grating as this.

Was this flattery or an insult? Yang Cun glanced sideways and saw a young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five, his face pale from excessive indulgence.

"And who is this?"

he asked politely, but inwardly he thought: You can't even tell we won't get to see him?

Aren't they all just waiting to see what happens? Since I arrived, not a single minor official has come to flatter me. It was Zhao Qinyun who hosted all the banquets. If you had hosted, I would have definitely given you face too.

"Huh?"

The other party was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Yang Cun to single him out for questioning among so many people. Unable to remain silent, he could only bow and say, "This humble official is Bai Qi, the magistrate of Lin'an County."

A mere magistrate dared to be so arrogant? Yang Cun didn't think Zhao Qinyun's taste was so low as to entertain even a minor magistrate from a small county under Hangzhou's jurisdiction. Fortunately, he hadn't overlooked the man's surname.

His probing gaze had barely passed when someone automatically explained, "Your Excellency is too kind. Bai Qi is my nephew. Young people are inexperienced; if he has offended Your Excellency in any way, please forgive him."

With a resolute face and an imposing presence, who else could it be but Bai Yongwang?

Actually, Bai Yongwang certainly deserved the title of "upright," but unfortunately, he chose the wrong side. Tired of his comfortable life, he insisted on becoming a scoundrel. Truly…

no wonder they're from the same family. Looking at the young man named Bai Qi, Yang Cun patted him on the shoulder with a broad smile and said, "Good, good..."

As Yang Cun made his gesture, Bai Qi's figure immediately shrank.

Everyone waited for a long time but didn't hear what Yang Cun was going to say. They thought that this young Duke had unusual taste and particularly liked this seemingly unremarkable magistrate of Lin'an County, so they generously praised Bai Qi as well in their flattery.

Only Bai Qi knew the extent of his pain. The hand resting on his shoulder felt like it weighed a ton, making his legs and stomach tremble uncontrollably, almost causing him to collapse. Most importantly, if he wasn't mistaken, the glint of murderous intent that flashed in Yang Cun's eyes was palpable.

Panic gripped him, his entire being flustered, yet he was powerless against Yang Cun, oblivious to the sweat beading on his forehead, appearing utterly flattered.

Yang Cun, feeling perfectly justified in making things difficult for Bai Qi in front of everyone, finally took pity on him and let him off the hook, walking towards the head seat with Zhao Qinyun amidst compliments. As Bai Qi lowered his guard and wiped the cold sweat from his brow, he suddenly turned around and caught a different gaze.

In a battle between experts, sometimes a single glance reveals the difference in skill; unseen sparks flew between their eyes. Bai Qi reacted quickly, almost simultaneously sensing Yang Cun's intention, and immediately lowered his head. In the instant his gaze averted, Yang Cun's lips slowly curled into a smile.

A master of the Fourth Dan realm, huh? He's kept it well hidden. The only thing he couldn't understand was why he couldn't detect the existence of the man's inner core at all. How did he do it? Sitting down with these questions, Yang Cun, who was drinking with Zhao Qinyun, kept glancing at Bai Qi throughout the banquet.

Similarly, Bai Qi was also observing Yang Cun, though he didn't dare to be as blatant as Yang Cun.

They exchanged toasts and welcomed guests. After several rounds of drinks, Yang Cun noticed that someone who should have been there was missing.

"Your Highness, where is Lord Lin? Is he perhaps unwell and unable to attend?"

It wasn't that Yang Cun was deliberately cursing someone's illness, but he genuinely couldn't understand why Lin Guoan, who was practically a advisor to Prince Ding, would be absent from such an occasion.

"Hehe, this... Your Excellency, you may not know, but Lord Lin's appointment has been granted, and he went to take up his post the day before yesterday. Because Your Excellency was away, he didn't have time to say goodbye. Lord Lin is now the Governor of Zhejiang."

The one who answered was Bai Yongwang, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant.

Yang Cun was taken aback, realizing that the other party was still wary of him; otherwise, how could Yang Tongbao and Wang Dong not know about such a significant matter? Zhejiang? It seems the Prince of Ding's influence is not bad.

Regardless of what he thought, his face remained amiable, saying, "Really? In that case, congratulations, Lord Lin."

His humble tone still conveyed a sense of camaraderie. Several bolder individuals began discussing topics that skirted the line of propriety, subtly concealing the rebellion, speaking evasively while observing Yang Cun's expression through drinking.

This was a time for feigned ignorance; Yang Cun pretended not to understand, and if anyone tried to test him, he would deliberately change the subject.

This was supposed to be an internal banquet for Prince Ding's faction, so even if someone said something outrageous, it probably wouldn't have been a big deal.

However, with the enigmatic Duke Jingguo, Yang Cun, present, no one dared to act recklessly. Zhao Qinyun, on the other hand, maintained his refined gentlemanly demeanor, showing no impatience whatsoever. He sipped his wine with an air of nobility, the smile on his lips unreadable.

If there was anyone in the entire gathering that Yang Cun should be particularly wary of, it was this heir apparent. A man who had fought on the battlefield, a brave and skilled warrior, must have had blood on his hands. The fact that he could conceal his ruthlessness beneath a gentle and refined exterior revealed the depth of his cunning. He was currently safe thanks to his experience from two lifetimes, coupled with a touch of roguishness, which he seemed to possess naturally.

Watching the others enjoy themselves with half-closed eyes, Zhao Qinyun suddenly gave Yang Cun the feeling that "all the guests in this hall are merely pawns in his game," perhaps just putting on a show for him. If he took it seriously, he would surely die a horrible death.

A strange, restless feeling stirred in his lower abdomen. Yang Cun was startled and looked into Zhao Qinyun's concerned and innocent eyes, offering a helpless, bitter smile. Despite all his precautions, he hadn't been able to prevent it. Using the moment when everyone was distracting him to poison him? Ruthless.

Actually, it wasn't poison. If he died here now, it wouldn't be good for their rebellion.

Although he wasn't very knowledgeable about pharmacology, he had spent many years on the mountain, watching the old Taoist priest tinker, and had picked up some knowledge himself. He knew that what had been given to him was just an aphrodisiac, not even a true love potion. The dosage was small, enough to only give him a reaction; turning him into a wolf was a long way off.

The only problem was that he couldn't circulate his qi, otherwise it would be very dangerous.

Had Zhao Qinyun finally lost her temper and decided to attack him? He wondered what tricks she was planning. He suppressed his murderous intent, feigning drunkenness, his face calm, as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss. Things have developed to a point where his mindset is completely different from when Zhao Qinyun first tested him with Yipinlou.

Back then, he could still criticize Lin Guoan's flattery, but now he's only thinking about how to save his own life and survive in this seemingly peaceful but actually turbulent era.

"What's wrong, Your Excellency? You seem unwell?"

Seeing Yang Cun holding his forehead, Zhao Qinyun quickly asked, diligently fulfilling her duties as his master.

"Yes, I'm a little dizzy."

Yang Cun answered groggily, half-truthfully.

"What should we do? Someone, quickly fetch a doctor."

Zhao Qinyun's anxious instructions to the guards made Yang Cun want to laugh.

Pretend, pretend my foot! Weren't you supposed to have three thousand guests? Weren't you supposed to be gathering and meeting many talented people? Don't tell me that none of the people you've won over are doctors? You need to invite a doctor from outside? Yang Cun calmly recited a long list of ancestral insults to the Prince of Ding. Only after belatedly realizing that it seemed to be the old emperor's ancestor did Yang Cun reluctantly stop, feigning drunkenness as he refused, "No need for the trouble of the young master. I suppose it's because my alcohol tolerance is still low, and I drank a few too many cups without realizing it. I'm just not in good enough shape. I'll be fine after a short rest."

"Oh, is that so? If the Duke doesn't mind, how about resting at my residence for a while?"

Zhao Qinyun stepped forward to help Yang Cun up, speaking sincerely.

*Heh heh, so this is you, huh?* *Keep me here? You think you can do that?* Yang Cun sneered inwardly. "In that case, I'll trouble the young master."

"Someone. Quickly, please invite the Duke to the guest room to rest."

As soon as Zhao Qinyun finished speaking, two pretty maids immediately stepped forward to help Yang Cun up. Yang Cun didn't resist, letting them help him away. In his last glance, he saw a fleeting glint of gloom in Zhao Qinyun's eyes.

"I won't offend others unless they offend me; if they do, damn it, anyone who tries to tolerate me is an idiot. I'll make them regret trying to scheme against me. If your schemes aren't aimed at me, I'll play dumb and get away with it. But if you think I, Yang, am an easy target, well, you'll see." After saying goodbye to everyone, Yang Cun encountered Yang Tongbao waiting at the door. He gave Yang Tongbao a meaningful look, and Yang Tongbao nodded subtly. Half of the people he had brought with him had disappeared.

Leaning his head over, casually taking advantage of the maid beside him, Yang Cun headed towards the courtyard.

Meanwhile, neither Yipinlou nor Zhao Qinyun's residence, nor even Tianjin a thousand miles away, were any longer "peaceful."

A faint smell of blood permeated the dark night. A man dressed as a guard knocked on a door. The knocking sound added to the unease of the night.

After a while of rustling inside, someone finally came out. "What is it?"

Wang Dong, dressed neatly, stood at the door and asked the guard who had come to disturb him.

"General, some people are causing trouble,"

the guard replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Should we kill them?"

With the Yang family army guarding them, how dare they act recklessly? Isn't that blatant disrespect? Even if they could tolerate it, they couldn't tolerate the Yang family's century-old reputation as a military family.

"Hmm?"

Wang Dong's eyes widened, then he slowly smiled and said, "They're not here for our people, are they?"

The guard was slightly taken aback and replied, "No."

"That's good."

Wang Dong's smile deepened. He yawned as he entered the room, and his voice carrying instructions came through: "No rush, let them practice first. Just be careful, don't let even a fly escape."

"Yes."

The guard was suspicious, but he didn't press the matter further.

Inside the room, Wang Dong was already on the verge of tears. The usually resolute man knelt down in one direction, tears streaming down his face, and said firmly, "Old master, the Yang family of Hangzhou, the century-old Yang family, finally has hope..."

Wang Dong was always straightforward, but fortunately, influenced by Yang Cun during this period, his mind had become more discerning. He already knew of Yang Cun's outstanding abilities and had vowed to follow him to the death. What he hadn't expected was that Yang Cun's plans were so meticulous—that he wouldn't return tonight, that Yipinlou would be ambushed, and even what the Yang family's guards would do, all of which he had meticulously planned and arranged.

To put it bluntly, even if the old Duke of Jingguo were alive, he might not have been so... Alas, although that boy acted strangely, even somewhat cowardly, and as for being upright and righteous, and possessing a commanding presence, he was far from it. However, it was undeniable that, amidst this turbulent situation, the Yang family's army, aside from repairing the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, hadn't suffered any losses.

Well, for a soldier, this was a disgrace. But as a veteran of the Yang family, no one understood better than Wang Dong that glory was important, but strength was even more important. If the Yang family army is truly gone, the Yang family will soon be finished...

An hour later, the fighting over there should be nearly over. Wang Dong then shouldered his broadsword and strode out with an imposing air, telling the guards standing outside, "Go, gather the men."

The easternmost part of Yipinlou is farther from West Lake and closer to the main street; Yue Long lives there. The moon rises above the willow branches, a rendezvous after dusk. Unfortunately, they came uninvited, and to take lives.

The moon hangs high in the sky, its clear light shining brightly. Some of the light blends into the shade of the trees, turning into specks of light. A dark night for murder, as if to reflect this scene, a cloud suddenly drifted in from nowhere, completely obscuring the bright moon.

And amidst the dappled light, several black figures suddenly approached the main house at an extremely fast speed.

They were not the only ones who could guard this dark night. Soon, someone came to intervene, and neither side bothered to exchange words.

The usual exchanges of "Who are you?" and "I'll take your life!" were clearly superfluous. Close combat ensued, quickly devolving into a bloody battle. The

attacks were swift and ruthless, each aimed to kill the other. A single strike sent flesh flying, shattering the delicate face of the startled Yue Long.

The two sides were evenly matched, but Yue Long had just sent several men away, and after the initial exchange, his side was showing signs of defeat. At this point, it was a fight to the death. A contest ensued. Suppressing the nauseating stench of blood, Yue Long bit his lower lip and drew his short sword. Unfortunately, before he could even engage, a round human head flew towards him, startling him so much that he dropped his weapon.

Looking closer, he saw that his side had suffered heavy casualties; of the seven who had protected the emperor, only two remained, badly wounded and in a sorry state. The others were all… Facing the approaching assassins, anger and sorrow welled up within him. He coldly rebuked them, “I don’t care who ordered you here, but you must deliver one message to your master.

How could His Majesty not know of your deeds? Traitors and scoundrels will never have a good end…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the lead assassin’s expression changed slightly. His gaze subtly swept towards the south where Yang Cun was staying. Sensing the unusual shift in the air, he immediately hardened his expression and calmly ordered without any emotion, “Attack.”

Four or five assassins then began to approach.

The chilling atmosphere made the two remaining men in black gasp for breath. They stepped in front of Yue Long, saying, "You go first, we'll hold them off..."

"Do you think I can leave now?"

Yue Long gave a bitter smile, staring at the approaching assassins, his eyes filled with despair, clearly seeing death looming in his mind.

"But, sir..."

Before the man in black could finish speaking, he was cleaved in two, blood, brains, and entrails spraying all over Yue Long. Cold sweat poured down Yue Long's back, and filth gushed from his mouth.

"Hmph, knowing he couldn't escape, he thought he was being pragmatic, but he's just a coward."

The leader of the assassins sneered, raising his gleaming blade again. This time, his target was Yue Long, covered in filth, his once beautiful skin now taut and bluish-gray. Slowly closing his eyes, the desperate smile on Yue Long's lips was alluringly beautiful amidst the blood. With a "thud," a sharp weapon pierced flesh, and blood splattered onto Yue Long's robes once more. Then came an incredulous, piercing scream from his throat.

Opening his eyes again, he saw Wang Dong's solemn and dignified old face, while the assassin before him collapsed to the ground. His cheek twitched strangely; Yue Long had tried to smile, but failed. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.

"Uncle Dong? Is this man really the Emperor's personal guard?"

someone asked, leaning close to Wang Dong's ear, their tone surprised. "How can he be so useless?"

"You're meddling too much,"

Wang Dong glared, saying, "With that kind of strength, why don't you quickly deal with these brats who dare to disregard us?"

"Yes."

The sudden appearance of the men threw the remaining assassins into a panic. Their leader was already dead, killed with a single blow right in front of them. The remaining assassins exchanged glances and then ran outside in unison.

"Trying to run?"

Wang Dong sneered, not moving an inch. He watched as the men ran to the wall only to be caught again by a large net before roaring, "Kill all these traitors who dared to intercept Lord Yue Long!"

After shouting, he touched his nose. Uh… that fair-skinned guard had already fainted; the young master's instructions hadn't been very effective this time.

With Yang's father's well-trained veteran general dealing with several wounded assassins, the process was like chopping vegetables, dealing with them without any trouble. The winner of this battle was the Yang family army; only one of the black-clad men protecting Yue Long remained, while all the assassins were gone. After quickly arranging the corpses, they realized the stench of blood still lingered.

"Uncle Dong, should we report this to the authorities?"

After all, someone had died; it would be very bad if someone with ulterior motives used it against them.

"Hmm, let's go tomorrow morning. The officials in charge at the government office are definitely not here tonight."

After all, they've all gone to Zhao Qinyun's banquet. "Oh, right, send someone to call An Qiao and ask her to take care of Lord Yue Long."

After saying this, Wang Dong still couldn't understand why the young master wanted An Qiao to take care of another man. But since it was the young master's special order, he would do it.

At dawn, Yipinlou returned to its quiet state. If it weren't for that strong smell, the battle would probably have been just a dream. But this dream was too cruel, almost becoming Yue Long's... oh no, it should be... a nightmare for life.

Meanwhile, at Zhao Qinyun's residence, avoiding the lavish banquet, under the cover of night, the experts who had entered with Yang Tongbao were moving silently. Apart from the front yard, the back yard was unusually quiet, with only servants carrying lanterns passing by from time to time.

It is said that Zhao Qinyun, who came from the military, had extremely strong self-control and was a person who valued his integrity. So there were no women here, but rather a strong masculine aura.

One of the Yang family guards sniffed lightly, noticing a stench of sweat wafting from one direction. He gestured, and the rest of them followed. The smell originated from a small artificial hill, its features indistinguishable from real ones. Puzzled, and seemingly accidentally triggering a mechanism, one side of the hill slowly opened.

Bright firelight illuminated the interior, revealing a hidden chamber. The sudden turn of events startled them. Within moments, several finely pierced weapons flew out, striking the guards squarely in vital areas.

After they collapsed, the mechanism slowly closed again.

A squad of soldiers came, grabbed the Yang family members' bodies, and casually tossed them into the flowerbed. After they left, nothing was left behind.

There was no clash of swords, no river of blood. In the moonlight, the ashen-faced members of the Yang family lay still, lifeless. In their final moments, they didn't even have time to utter a sound.

Deadly poison, lethal upon contact with blood.

A rustling sound came from behind the flowers, and after the soldiers left, a figure emerged from the bushes. He cautiously checked the breathing of several people, then shook his head and sighed. Seeing that no one was around, the man quickly slipped out of the bushes and resumed a normal gait.

After walking for a while, he encountered a patrolling soldier.

"Greetings, Your Excellency."

Facing the soldier's bow, the man, who had witnessed the deaths of members of the Yang family, clenched his legs together, looking comical, and anxiously asked, "Where is the washroom? Where is the washroom in the manor?"

Because the soldiers carried lanterns, his face was only partially visible. He was Bai Qi, the magistrate of Lin'an County, the one who had caught Yang Cun's attention at the banquet.

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