[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 7] Chapter 7

Chapter Seven: A Chaotic
Mix After bidding farewell to the Chen family, Yang Cun intended to ride back home, but although the night in Hangzhou was much quieter,

the streets were still bustling with people, and he didn't want to stand out too much. So he casually tossed aside the reins,

letting the horse wander as it pleased, hoping some lucky person would find it! For a poor family, a

good horse was enough to ensure a carefree year.
Night deepened, and the once bustling city of Hangzhou, now deserted due to the rampant drug-laced corpses, was eerily

quiet, without a single light, creating an unsettling atmosphere. On the rooftop of an inn,

Yang Cun sat on the uneven tiles, holding a rough yet mellow bottle of wine,

humming to himself as he sorted out his thoughts.
He touched the still slightly burning spot on his face. Why had he been teasing Grandma Liu that day? Those

slightly frivolous words had earned him a hard slap. Looking back, it was a natural reaction, though

it was quite amusing that she blushed so much at her age.
Yang Cun chuckled to himself. He touched the faint swelling on his face, thinking: This Granny Liu is truly blessed. How many people

throughout history have dared to slap the Duke? But testing her, she didn't seem to know any martial arts;

the slap wasn't very powerful, and the swelling was just a natural reaction. If she truly possessed

strength comparable to the Nine-Tailed Monkey King, that slap would be like plastic surgery.
The price was too high; it would be best to avoid trying it again. Yang Cun couldn't help but shudder at the thought. If it were truly a

slap from the Nine-Tailed Monkey King, his brain would probably be torn to shreds, and he would definitely become a headless corpse. But

speaking of which Granny Liu's reaction that day was really intense. Could it be that she really had an affair with Old Master Gao? Yes, there must be something

going on…
With a sly smile, Yang Cun's expression turned somewhat serious again. The poisonous corpse, carrying deadly toxins, had

caused an uproar throughout Hangzhou. When Yang Cun returned, Long Chi had intended to come back with him to investigate,

as everyone believed he was responsible. However, given Long Chi's ruthless nature, if he were truly intent on murder,

he would never deny it. Yang Cun completely trusted his pride in this regard.
The sudden poisoning of the corpse was clearly a ploy to lure the enemy out. Such an obvious intention, if not seen by the enraged Long Chi

, was certainly not overlooked by Yang Cun. If Long Chi entered the city, even with his high cultivation, he would be doomed

against the numerous soldiers and experts lying in ambush.
Under these circumstances, Yang Cun was determined not to let him enter. Although Long Chi was furious, he gradually calmed down under Yang Cun's

persuasion and could only grit his teeth and accept the suggestion to temporarily hide with Granny Liu

and wait to see who the mastermind was, capable of imbuing the corpse with spiritual poison. In his opinion,

no one but Zhao Qinyun in Hangzhou could have done such a thing.
"The Prince of Ding... interesting." Yang Cun's mind raced through various possibilities, and he couldn't help but sneer.
Summer nights always seemed to carry the unique dampness and sultry heat of the Jiangnan region. Yang Cun sipped his

drink alone, and for a few cups, he remained cautiously vigilant, keeping watch on all sides. He didn't really want to return to Yipinlou immediately after returning to the city. The matter of the rampant drug-

poisoned corpses was not yet resolved, and the best way was to find and eliminate these guys first.
Long Chi had suspected that Zhao Qinyun was behind all of this, and Yang Cun agreed on this point. Although he didn't know what grudge

Long Chi had against the Prince of Ding,

the ability to hide these drug-poisoned corpses in Hangzhou, evade layers of search, make them poisonous, and make them disappear in broad daylight showed that this person's abilities were extraordinary—

something he himself couldn't do at the moment.
Just as Yang Cun's mind raced, nearly ten men in black suddenly surrounded him. The leader,

already standing on the rooftop opposite Yang Cun, sternly demanded, "Who are you? There's a curfew in the city; why are you

here alone in the middle of the night?"
"And who are you?" Yang Cun frowned slightly, his grip on the wine bottle tightening.
"How dare you! Our lord is asking you a question!" Hearing the displeased tone, the other men in black immediately

became uneasy , tensing up. Surprisingly, these men all possessed the cultivation of the Core Formation stage, unlike

ordinary江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, meaning
roughnecks or outlaws). "Sir, which government office are you from?" Yang Cun stood up coldly, his eyes fixed

on the leader opposite him.
"How dare you question the affairs of the Shuntian Prefecture!" The leader in black snorted coldly, and his men immediately

understood , tightening the encirclement and gradually surrounding Yang Cun.
"What are you doing here, people from the capital, here in Shuntian Prefecture?" Yang Cun, not wanting to cause trouble, immediately lowered his voice and said,

"Yang Cun, from the Yang family of Jiangnan, the hereditary Duke of Jingguo!"
"What proof do you have?" Upon hearing this, the leader in black waved his hand, stopping his men from pressing forward.
"Where is your Shuntian Prefecture badge?" Yang Cun countered with a question.
"Here!" The man in black, though somewhat puzzled, couldn't quite tell if the person before him was truly the Duke of Jingguo.

He slowly pulled a dark badge from his sleeve. Although it was night, the characters on the badge were clearly

visible: a lion's head on the back and "Catch the King of the World" on the front—clearly the mark of a master from Shuntian Prefecture.
"What are you doing in Hangzhou?" Yang Cun frowned slightly, not producing any identification,

but instead looking at this group of masters who shouldn't have left the capital with suspicion.
"Please show your seal, Your Excellency!" The leader in black remained silent, offering no reply.
Who would carry an official seal or official stamp at night? No one would openly wear that Duke's robe

everywhere they? Where would Yang Cun produce such proof of identity? But just as he paused,

a sudden shout of battle erupted from the street, accompanied by flickering flames, indicating a fight between dozens of men.
"Let's go see!" The leader in black said nothing more, coldly snorting, and quietly led his men

towards the scene. Yang Cun, not wanting to lag behind, immediately used his lightness skill to follow them silently.
The black figures leaped across the sky above Hangzhou, quickly reaching the brightly lit street corner.

There, nearly a hundred soldiers with swords were shouting, several already lying in pools of blood. Leading them was

the tall Tu Hao, whose face was grim. With a roar, he swung his gleaming sword,

sending a head flying into the air.
"Tu Hao!" Yang Cun and the others hid on the rooftops, watching coldly.
"These are the drug-infused corpses!" The black-clad leader stared at the scene below, his brow furrowing slightly.
Two more drug-infused corpses were still roaring and howling in the street. Lifeless, they knew nothing of fear,

remaining ferocious even in the face of so many soldiers. Their clothes were tattered, their skin

rotting, and one eye was missing. Yet, driven by their instinctive sense of smell, they continued to roar and

attack the soldiers emanating life.
"They died by decapitation, as expected!" Tu Hao frowned, watching the decapitated corpse slowly fall to the ground. He

immediately shouted, "Be careful! Don't get bitten! Once you cut off their heads, they're dead!"
"Ah…" Faced with such terrifying creatures, how many could remain calm? When one of the drug-infused corpses approached

, a soldier, too terrified to listen, instinctively raised his knife and chopped off the corpse's left arm. The corpse didn't

react at all, immediately opening its festering, blood-red maw and biting down hard on the soldier's throat.
"Help...help me..." The soldier was knocked to the ground, struggling weakly before his body could only convulse

. The medicinal corpse viciously gnawed at the soldier's throat and neck, greedily swallowing the fresh flesh,

indulging in the only pleasure it could instinctively feel.
"Damn it!" Tu Hao's eyes turned red. These were all soldiers he had trained. Seeing

so many killed by the monster, he couldn't hold back anymore. He raised his blade and beheaded the medicinal corpse, ending

the soldier's dying and terrified life.
Cold black blood and hot red blood sprayed together in the air. Just as Tu Hao's eyes were bloodshot,

another medicinal corpse was also chopped into mincemeat by a group of soldiers. Looking at the three mutilated medicinal

corpses on the ground, Tu Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Carry all these things into the government office, and take the brothers back too.

Quickly see if they can be saved."
"Yes!" The soldiers split up and busied themselves.
After Tu Hao and his men finished dealing with the situation, they immediately resumed their intensive patrols of the city. The leader in black watched silently, then

suddenly turned to Yang Cun and said, word by word, "My lord, this humble subject has not yet seen your seal." Upon hearing this, the other men

in black immediately turned around, their cold gazes fixed on Yang Cun.
"I didn't bring it, and why should I show it to you?" Yang Cun was immediately displeased.
"Is that so? Do you know what the crime is of impersonating an official of the court?" The man in black sneered first, and the men immediately formed

a circle around Yang Cun, guarding him.
"Impersonation is not the case, but are you aware of your crime of insubordination?" Yang Cun looked at him coldly.
"Shuntian Prefecture only obeys the Emperor's orders..." The leader in black spoke with a sinister tone, and his previously empty

hand trembled slightly, revealing a soft sword gleaming with a cold light in his palm.
"Oh right, I forgot!" Yang Cun immediately gave a wry smile. Although they still didn't understand why these guys had

come to Hangzhou, many people in Shuntian Prefecture had been brainwashed into idiots who only obeyed imperial orders. Trying to reason with them

was like talking to a sow.
"If you are the Duke of Jingguo, then this humble subject has offended you," the man in black said, approaching step by step with his sword, his

voice growing increasingly cold. "If not, impersonating a court official is a capital offense."
"Who goes there!" Just as the leader of the men in black was closing in, a furious shout suddenly rang out from under the eaves.
With a "boom," the once silent street was suddenly filled with a tidal wave of footsteps,

and a group of burly men wielding large swords surrounded the houses like a tide. A large group of

young men , each with a fierce expression, numbered in the hundreds, each brandishing gleaming swords and glaring at

the group on the rooftop.
"Are those ghostly things?!" At this moment, an extremely tall figure stood at the forefront. Chen Qinglei's

face was gloomy, his eyes wide, his teeth clenched. He slammed a heavy broadsword he was carrying onto the ground,

and the solid bluestone embedded in the ground cracked with a sound.
"Who's up there? Get down here!" Chen Qinglei seemed to be burning with rage, and his roar was even more powerful.

Upon hearing this, hundreds of disciples immediately began to shout loudly, their provocative cries pointing incessantly at

the dozen or so people on the roof that they couldn't see clearly.
The black-clad leader's expression was slightly cold, but also somewhat troubled, as if it was inconvenient to reveal his identity.
At this moment, hundreds of people holding torches had already surrounded the area, making it impossible to move. Suddenly, a dozen or so stronger young men from the left

ran over, holding knives, and threw the two decapitated corpses to the ground, excitedly shouting, "Master, we

've killed these two ghostly things!"
"Good, damn it!" Chen Qinglei seemed extremely angry, spitting a mouthful of saliva on the mutilated corpses.

"You wait here, you'll have to leave on your own in a bit!" Yang Cun gave them a meaningful look, then

lightly leaped down from the roof.
The moment Yang Cun landed, cold sweat poured down his back uncontrollably. Good heavens, hundreds of disciples

had suddenly raised their torches, their large cleavers all pointing at Yang Cun. In the torchlight, so many

cleavers gleamed silver, it was truly terrifying. Martial arts masters were nothing compared to this; even a peerless

master .
"Who are you?" Chen Qinglei kicked the corpse a few times, and seeing the new situation, he immediately ran over.

His disciples made way for him, but when he got closer and saw Yang Cun's half-smiling face, his face turned

pale. He quickly knelt down and shouted, "This humble subject greets Your Excellency!"
"Old Master, it's good to see you again!" Yang Cun smiled playfully.
"You brats, put away your swords and pay your respects to the Duke!" Chen Qinglei panicked

and quickly reprimanded his disciples, who were still somewhat dazed.
"This humble subject pays respects to Your Highness the Duke!" Hundreds of disciples finally came to their senses, quickly put down their swords, and knelt down in unison

. Their voices were exceptionally loud, and

their .
"You may leave now." Yang Cun didn't say much, but simply looked up at the men in black.
"Your Highness, please forgive our offense." The leader of the men in black hesitated for a moment,

then bowed to Yang Cun with his men, gave him a deep look, and then turned and disappeared into the night with his followers.
"Alright, get up." Seeing them leave, Yang Cun waved his hand and personally helped Chen Qinglei

up.
"My lord, why haven't you returned to the manor yet?" Chen Qinglei asked timidly after getting up.
"Just bored, wandering around." Yang Cun shook his head, looking at the hundreds of burly men on the street, and asked suspiciously,

"But you, old man, why are you making such a fuss in the middle of the night?"
"Sigh..." Chen Qinglei gritted his teeth in anger. Originally, the Chen family, immersed in

joy , but at this moment, the gatekeeper of the front yard was suddenly

injured by a medicine-using corpse that appeared out of nowhere, and three or four of his trusted disciples all died.
Chen Qinglei was already hot-tempered, and his only young son had almost died at the hands of a medicine-using corpse. How could he sit still after such an

incident ? He felt that someone was deliberately targeting his Chen family. The old man was immediately enraged,

picked up his heavy sword weighing dozens of kilograms, and summoned hundreds of disciples from the city to chase after them, which led to the noisy

scene tonight.
"Still so impulsive at your age!" Yang Cun couldn't help but tease.
"Your Excellency is too kind; this humble subject acted out of momentary indignation," Chen Qinglei said with an embarrassed smile. Indeed,

as the biggest gangster boss in the area, he hadn't acted so impulsively in many years. With thousands of disciples under his tutelage, how could he

possibly have a moment to personally take action? It was just that the matter of the poisoned corpse had almost led to the extinction of his Chen family line

. Being attacked again would make even a clay Buddha angry, let alone a gangster like him with an incredibly fiery temper since his youth.
Hundreds of disciples dispersed, leaving only a few dozen who had been guarding and cultivating at home. At Chen Qinglei's insistence,

they escorted Yang Cun back to Yipinlou before slowly leaving. When Yang Cun entered Yipinlou, although he was sensitive enough

to sense that someone was watching him, he didn't say anything. He deliberately feigned exhaustion, yawning as he strolled back to

his residence.
It was late at night, and after going to bed, Yang Cun couldn't fall asleep. The poisoned corpse is wreaking havoc in Hangzhou. Recently, the Xiaoshan and Lin'an

guards have been attacked, yet Zhao Qinyun has transferred troops from Yuyao, and the Shuntian Prefecture has silently arrived in Hangzhou… Why does it always feel

like there's unrest wherever I go?
Am I some kind of jinx? Yang Cun chuckled self-deprecatingly, closed his eyes, his mind filled with all sorts of

chaotic thoughts.
At the Yipinlou Restaurant early in the morning, in the pavilion under the locust tree, a hearty but not extravagant breakfast was already laid out.

Yang Cun had gotten up early, and after a rare period of diligent exercise, he bathed, changed into a

grey scholar's robe, and comfortably enjoyed his breakfast.
"Junior Qinyun greets Your Excellency." Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside the door.
Yang Cun could only reluctantly end what should have been a pleasant morning. He went to the door and saw Prince Ding's heir, Zhao Qinyun,

leading a large entourage in a lively procession. Yang Cun gave a wry smile, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said politely,

"Your Highness has arrived so early; I apologize for not being more attentive."
"Not at all, it is my fault for disturbing Your Highness." Zhao Qinyun spoke with impeccable manners, making

him pleasant to listen to. With a face like white jade and an extremely gentle and refined

appearance, he was clearly a young master from a wealthy family, the epitome of a model young man.
"Your Highness is too kind." Yang Cun immediately returned the greeting with a smile.
"Your Highness, I would like to host a banquet at this Yipinlou restaurant tonight. I would be honored if Your Highness would grace me with your presence." Zhao Qinyun seemed somewhat

proud; although he acted modestly, he couldn't hide the subtle excitement in his eyes. "
Oh, then I shall gladly accept." Yang Cun naturally couldn't refuse. Zhao Qinyun had personally come to invite him; normally, he would have simply sent an invitation. Although the young master held no official position, he was already the designated future Prince Ding; who would dare refuse such a request? 　　"We eagerly await the arrival of the Duke." Zhao Qinyun smiled contentedly and took his leave with his men. 　　Why would someone be so overly attentive? Yang Cun watched him leave , his mind filled with doubt. But upon reflection, it seemed to be related to the experts from the capital . Who knew how many drug-using corpses remained in Hangzhou? Yet he dared to hold a banquet at this critical juncture, seemingly confident that these corpses wouldn't cause trouble. From this perspective alone, Zhao Qinyun was indeed the most suspicious. 　　After reading for a while, he still couldn't settle down. Around noon, a young man requested an audience. He didn't say much upon meeting, only that the Duke's instructions had been completed. The man claimed to be from the Chen family , giving Yang Cun a general idea. After changing his clothes, Yang Cun went out with him. 　　The bustling city center of Hangzhou was vibrant with activity during the day, a lively and bustling scene. The carriage swayed and stopped in front of a pharmacy called Gaojitang. As Yang Cun alighted, Shi Jingtian, who had been waiting outside, immediately approached and respectfully tried to bow. Yang Cun waved his hand, and Shi Jingtian, knowing the crowd was large , only gave a perfunctory bow. 　　"My lord, this is my junior brother, Bai Mu'en!" Shi Jingtian quickly introduced the slightly nervous middle-aged man beside him . 　　"This humble subject, Bai Mu'en, greets my lord." Bai Mu'en was thin and the kind of person who would easily blend into a crowd, so Yang Cun didn't immediately recognize him. 　　They exchanged pleasantries as they walked into the pharmacy. Behind the small shop lay a different world. Behind the pharmacy were two spacious courtyards. One was piled high with herbs, where disciples were busy grinding and chopping them. Further in was a slightly quieter courtyard, though still filled with the strong smell of herbs. 　　Inside the courtyard were several simple and unpretentious houses. Bai Mu'en led the two to one of them and whispered , "The person is inside." 　　"You two can leave now," Yang Cun waved his hand. Shi Jingtian and Bai Mu'en immediately took their leave . 　　Yang Cun stepped forward and gently knocked on the door, which remained tightly closed despite the broad daylight. There was a moment of silence inside, followed by a hoarse and deep voice filled with alertness: "Who is it?" 　　"Duke Yang Cun of Jingguo." Yang Cun, with his eyes closed, already recognized Xiao Jiu's voice. 　　The room fell silent for a moment. After a long while, with a soft sigh, the old door creaked open . Xiao Jiu, disheveled and still dressed in tattered hemp clothes, gave a bitter smile. He looked at Yang Cun and said helplessly, "My lord, I didn't expect it to be you." " 　　Aren't you going to invite me in?" Yang Cun asked with a smile, appearing completely harmless. 　　"Please come in." Xiao Jiu hesitated for a moment, then, seeing that Yang Cun was alone, stepped aside.

He gestured for them to enter.
The small house was fairly spacious, but the windows were covered with thick black cloth, blocking out almost all the light.

The house was simply furnished, but it was fully equipped with daily necessities.

Apart , there was a fire burning in the middle of the house in the middle of the summer heat. The flames made the temperature inside extremely high, but

they also filled the house with a faint, indescribable fragrance.
"Please sit." Xiao Jiu and Yang Cun sat down facing each other. Yang Cun paused for a moment, looked at

the child still lying silently on the hospital bed, and asked softly, "How is the child?"
"Sigh..." Xiao Jiu's eyes immediately reddened. "He still has a persistent high fever. I've visited

the famous doctors in the city. Although everyone says they can save the child's life, but... but now there's only a slight improvement. I don't

know if his eyes can be cured."
Another silence followed. Yang Cun lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Where is that imperial bodyguard who's with you

?"
"He went out." Xiao Jiu shook his head and said, "He hasn't been with us since we entered the city.

Although he comes every now and then, he seems to have other things to do. But this guy

seems to have quite a few men here. There are always sentries at the gate. Someone has probably already informed him of the Duke's arrival." "
I know." Yang Cun sneered, a hint of coldness creeping into his eyes
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