[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 9, Chapter 2]

Chapter Two: The Visitor from the Capital

The Flame Dragon's eyes were contemptuous as it looked at Yang Cun, whose pupils held a strange light. It 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 the Flame Dragon was intentionally mocking him; thinking about it, it was indeed the case. Using fire against fire was

truly ridiculous, especially since the Flame Dragon 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 even daring to manifest a form. Only the Flame Dragon was agile enough to navigate among the masses and had a certain

understanding . Yang Cun, toyed with by the Flame Dragon, lost his mind and vented recklessly. He didn't even need to use his full strength; he simply opened his mouth and

spewed out a small flame 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 a considerable distance.

It barely managed to lift its head, and a mouthful of flaming blood gushed out, only to be 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 struggled to accept it. It shook its head repeatedly, muttering to itself, a

hint of fear still lingering in its eyes.

Being injured by a mortal whose abilities were clearly inferior to its own, and whose attack was completely incomprehensible,

filled utter horror. Looking at the equally disheveled Yang Cun, enduring the pain from its internal injuries, the Flame Dragon

asked, “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.

It was only thanks to the Vajra Seal's help at this crucial moment.

Yang Cun hadn't ignored Yanlong's question. Of course, he had no intention of answering. He wasn't entirely sure how

powerful , but judging from Yanlong's appearance, he should be able to rest for a while, right?

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, displaying a myriad of phenomena. In the hazy,

cloud- illusion, a massive fiery hand suddenly appeared, grabbing directly at 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 mind, "This is an illusion,

not real, this is an illusion..."

The massive hand struck, and 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…"

The sobbing was weak and 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 the beauty into his arms to comfort her, but he couldn't manage it.

"You're finally awake. You scared us half to death. If anything had happened to you here, I

would have been in grave danger." Who else could have uttered such a gruff and uncouth voice but Long Chi?

Yang Cun, still basking in the tender warmth of the woman's tearful face, looked up in annoyance, intending to signal this unromantic fellow

to shut up . But instead, he 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. 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 look after the Duke

."

Long Chi was tall, and Granny Liu looked even smaller in his arms. Watching Long Chi carry Granny Liu

away , Yang Cun was reminded of his earlier thoughts about whether Long Chi had taken a liking to Granny 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 bowing her head and weeping, saying,

"Grandma, isn't there some newly concocted 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 the medicine to soothe his throat."

Nectar? It sounded like a wine. Yang Cun thought to himself: How did it turn into medicine? But then he remembered Gao Lianxin's

words and was puzzled. What did she mean by "slept for a long time"? In the world of Yanlong, it was at most half a day.

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

After much deliberation, Yang Cun still felt that the Fiery Dragon's actions were completely inexplicable. Even if its sentience resided within his

body, a suitable trigger was still necessary. He pondered carefully, but still couldn't find that

trigger. His memory wasn't bad; he had never seen such an exceptional snake before.

Since that was the case, he decided to consider it from a different angle.

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 I finally understand why this stuff is called "nectar of the gods." It's as smooth as the finest silk.

Just one sip , and the discomfort in my throat vanishes, and my voice returns to normal.

"Lianxin, you should drink 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 slightly and said, "It is

a little hoarse, but has it offended your ears, sir? I'll just..."

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

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, raising her arm was no problem, and her spirits were much better than when she first

opened her eyes . He pulled Gao Lianxin's shoulder, making her lean down and lie on top of 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 on his chest trembled slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to say that.

He pressed his hand down, and a smile slowly spread across Yang Cun's lips. 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 looked up, her voice choked with emotion, her tearful eyes filled with a hint of determination. She said, "

Once Lianxin is yours, always yours. Whatever you say goes."

These words, which sounded like a confession, moved Yang Cun deeply. Ancient women were known for their chastity. Whether it was the talk of

those idle, idle

literary , or the belief that women didn't have many opportunities to cheat, or that they were simply ignorant,

Yang Cun was deeply moved at this moment.

Any man would be

touched such a stunning beauty. "Lianxin, I want to kiss you."

"Master, you…" Knowing Yang Cun's difficulty, Gao Lianxin blushed and offered her red lips.

The night was deep, and the time was peaceful.

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

Damn you, if it weren't for your interference, I would already be in a comfortable bed, enjoying

the tenderness of countless beauties, instead of lying here half-dead like this. He desperately wanted it, but was powerless to do so.

"Lianxin, what happened to Grandma Liu?" Yang Cun asked, gently stroking Gao Lianxin's back.

Originally , she intended to use this action to calm her restless heart, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

"Grandma... I just went to check on her, she's fine. It's just that she was exhausted from saving you, but with

Young Master Long here, she'll be fine after some recuperation. By the way, Grandpa, Grandma said your soul left your body, is

that true ?" At the mention of worry, Gao Lianxin stood up and pressed her hand to her chest, looking frightened.

"Uh... this... yes." Knowing that explaining would be troublesome, and that explaining something that ordinary people couldn't understand

might not be enough for her to comprehend, she could only give a vague answer. 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 you, sir, you've been asleep for a full seven days."

"What?" Yang Cun was shocked.

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

Seven days is enough time for those restless people to do many things. He wondered

how ; he hoped things wouldn't get out of control.

"Lianxin, send a message for me, asking Yang Tongbao to come and take me back." He couldn't go back on his own,

but he couldn't ignore what was happening outside.

"Sir, are you in such a hurry to leave?" Gao Lianxin was naturally reluctant to part.

"Don't worry, once those messy things are settled, I'll bring you into the family. Besides,

the mansion that Shi Jingtian and the others are repairing for Grandma Liu should be almost finished. When you come down the mountain, we can see each other every day again, right?" Not wanting his beauty to be disappointed,

Yang Cun tilted his head slightly and kissed her cheek, which was as white 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 useless; it was like having an

indelible stain. He couldn't bear to see her suffer, so once things were settled, he would go back and discuss it properly with his second uncle and the others. He

absolutely couldn't let her be without status or recognition.

If she couldn't be the principal wife, a concubine would do; he just didn't know what Lianxin would think. Never mind

, the present matter was more important. He should rest for a while to prepare for any unexpected incidents. Zhao Qinyun

and Bai Yongwang—neither of them were pushovers. He was currently on their turf, and he couldn't afford to

be careless.

Exhausted, Yang Cun slept soundly until he lost track of time. When he woke up, he was already back at Yipinlou.

In the guest room, An Ning, the little maid, sat by the bedside, her chin resting on her hand and her large, innocent eyes blinking. Seeing

him awake, she smiled and said, "Master is finally awake."

Then a not-so-stern reprimand came: "Ning Ning, don't talk so much. Now that Master is awake, why aren't you

fetching water to help him wash up?"

An Ning stuck out her tongue and left. The obedient An Qiao 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 Flame Dragon World, which was practically purgatory, it would be strange if he wasn't hot.

The cool touch from An Qiao's hand was very comfortable. 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 also 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 to immediately 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 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 avoided many inconveniences. 　　"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 shows no intention of returning to his father's base in the Northeast; 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 whatever you want anytime." 　　"That's good." Yang Cun pondered, "Then let's go now." 　　"My lord, now is not the time," 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, then 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 by the 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 said to Wang Dong, "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 to know the details, but this kind of unwitting 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 also 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 subtle patterns, his hair styled in a high bun. Seeing Yang Cun approach, he quickly bowed and said, "Greetings..."

"Respectfully, Duke Jingguo." The voice was somewhat low, unlike a natural greeting, and seemed rather strained.

Logically speaking, a mere guard should have performed a grand ceremony before him, at least a

full bow; a simple bow and clasped hands seemed rather inappropriate. However, Yang Cun didn't dwell on it. He noticed the other man's outstretched hand was smooth and white,

unlike the hand that usually held swords.

One of the things ancient high-ranking officials liked to do was keep favored servants. Because of the bowing

gesture , the person's face couldn't be seen, but the overall impression was one of refined elegance, even with a hint of hidden nobility.

Staring at the equally white nape of the neck of the person before him, Yang Cun wondered, could this be one of the old emperor's favorite servants?

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 disrespectful

to this young guard, but it would also be 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's sharp ears and eyes clearly caught the breath the other person quietly 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 took two steps back, intending not to get close to him.

Between these steps, 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. Looking over, Yang Cun was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered, staring at the other person's

small, round earlobe, and smiled even more meaningfully.

"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, whose already fair

skin and rosy lips were now tinged with a faint blush, made 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 hint of autumn waves, and his small, pert nose

was alluring with the slight thumping of his nostrils. He also possessed an

innate If it weren't for his voice, Yang Cun would have definitely asked him 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 he'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 looked up, a flash of panic crossing his face.

Without offering any explanation, he simply pulled something from his sleeve and presented it to him. "His Majesty knew early on that you, sir, were cautious, and specially

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, resembled a demonic woman being humiliated in the Vajra Seal world. When he pulled his hand back, he held something in his palm. He realized 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 captivated the eye was what was sealed within the jade: 　　a small, fiery red dragon, poised to take flight, imprisoned inside. Gazing at it for a while, one couldn't help but feel that it itself seemed alive, like an eternal life. 　　This was a highly sensitive matter; anyone who dared to possess it would likely face annihilation, their entire family and even their nine generations of relatives being executed. 　　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 stiff. 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, which is truly a blessing for me. He is hereby ordered to guard Hangzhou diligently. If he discovers any rebellious individuals who are detrimental to the court or me, he is granted the authority to execute them first and report later ."

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