Chapter 6

As breakfast was about to end, He Feng, He Yaotian's guard, walked into the dining room again and reported a message to He Yaotian.

"Old Master, just now I saw the two bodyguards of the Young Master with injuries. Upon inquiry, I learned that the Young Master actually went out yesterday and got into a conflict with someone!"

As soon as He Feng finished speaking, He Yaotian's face changed instantly. With a loud "bang," he slapped the table, almost shattering the solid wood table.

"Rascal, you've made me furious! This little beast is truly incorrigible. His injuries haven't even healed, and he's already causing trouble again?"

"No, no, Old Master, please calm down." He Feng quickly bowed and apologized, then continued, "Old Master, the Young Master did not cause trouble this time."

"I have thoroughly investigated. It was Wang Kui, a member of the Wang family, who blocked the Young Master's path and publicly humiliated him, and even set his dogs on the Young Master..."

He Yaotian, who was still full of anger, suddenly changed his expression and became even angrier upon hearing He Feng's words: "What? A member of the Wang family? Humiliating the Young Master in public? And even setting dogs on him? Has he eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard? No matter who this boy is, find him for me, and I will make him pay!"

"This..." He Feng's words were interrupted. Seeing the Old Master's sudden anger, he was at a loss, his face showing a strange expression.

Seeing He Feng's strange expression, He Yaotian sensed that there was more to the story and urged, "What is it? Speak quickly!"

"This Wang Kui is very despicable. He has publicly humiliated and beaten the Young Master many times before. But this time, the Young Master, for some reason, did not run away as he used to. Instead, he fought back and even broke Wang Kui's arm, scaring him so much that he wet his pants!"

When He Feng said this, the dining room fell into silence. He Yaotian and He Wuhen both stared with wide eyes, their faces full of disbelief, as if they had heard something incredible.

After a long silence, He Yaotian's expression gradually calmed down, and his eyes sparkled with joy and excitement.

There was no doubt that this news was shocking. He never expected that his once cowardly and useless grandson would suddenly change so much, able to fight back and even severely punish the other party.

"Could it be that this little brat has really changed?" He Yaotian's voice was somewhat excited, his throat choked with emotion, and his mood improved significantly.

Beside him, He Wuhen also showed a joyful expression. He was very excited to hear this news and quickly said to his grandfather, "Grandfather, see? I told you that Big Brother has changed."

"He Feng, go and invite the Young Master to have breakfast. I will ask him what happened myself."

"Understood, sir." He Feng accepted the order and quickly left the dining room to invite He Wuhun.

However, after waiting for half an hour, He Feng returned alone.

"Old Master, just now I went to invite the Young Master, but his maid, Xiaomei, informed me that he went to the library!"

"What?" He Yaotian, who had just been in a good mood, immediately turned grim. With another loud "bang," he shattered the table, his face turning ashen with anger.

"This scoundrel, what a rascal! Could it be that he is going to steal books to sell for money again? I just thought he had changed and was on the right path, but he's still the same old self!"

In a fit of anger, He Yaotian strode out of the dining room and headed for the library in the eastern courtyard.

He Wuhen, also full of worry, quickly followed, fearing that his grandfather would beat his brother to death in a fit of rage.

Although He Yaotian was a martial artist, he was not a brute. Otherwise, he could not have become the national general of Qingyuan.

For the family to flourish, it needed a foundation. Therefore, he had gone to great lengths to collect countless valuable books and martial arts manuals, establishing the library.

In a sense, the precious martial arts manuals and books in the library were almost He Yaotian's life's work and the greatest wealth of the He family.

However, a few years ago, when He Wuhun was short of money, he had several times secretly gone to the library, taken some books and martial arts manuals, and sold them for money.

Thinking of this, He Wuhen was also very worried: "Big Brother won't be stealing books to sell for money again, will he?"

He Wuhen remembered those incidents clearly. The most vivid one was when He Wuhun sold a precious Xuan-level martial arts manual for 8,000 taels of silver.

When He Yaotian found out, he beat He Wuhun half to death and ordered that he never be allowed to enter the library again.

In the Xuanhuang world, martial arts manuals, like the strength and realm of martial artists, were divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang.

Heaven-level techniques were the rarest and most precious, while Huang-level techniques were the most common.

A good Huang-level manual could sell for 10,000 taels of silver, while a Xuan-level manual was often priceless, and even hundreds of thousands of taels of silver might not be enough to buy one.

Earth-level techniques were treasures that could cause great turmoil. In the entire Qingyuan, there were fewer than ten people who practiced Earth-level techniques, and He Yaotian was one of them.

As for Heaven-level techniques, they only existed in legends and had never appeared in the thousand-year history of Qingyuan.

Therefore, when He Wuhun stole a Xuan-level manual and sold it for a mere 8,000 taels of silver, it was a waste of a treasure and a sign of extreme foolishness, which was why He Yaotian was so angry.

Soon, the grandfather and grandson arrived at the entrance of the library.

The guard of the library, Wang Qiang, had reached the realm of a first-level martial artist, a rare expert.

Seeing He Yaotian's sudden arrival, Wang Qiang immediately bowed and greeted him, "Greetings, Old Master and Second Young Master!"

"Wang Qiang, I ask you, has the Young Master been here?" He Yaotian narrowed his eyes, his anger barely contained.

"The Young Master did come, but he entered the library, borrowed a few books, and then left." Wang Qiang immediately understood that the Old Master had come for this matter.

"Borrowed?" He Yaotian's thick eyebrows raised, and he laughed in anger, pointing at Wang Qiang and scolding him, "You rascal, do you believe him when he says he borrowed them? After he stole books to sell for money, I ordered that he never be allowed to enter the library again. How dare you disobey my order?"

When He Yaotian became angry, the aura of an eighth-level martial artist erupted, like a scorching sun. How could a first-level martial artist like Wang Qiang withstand it?

Wang Qiang was immediately pressed to the point of suffocation, bowing and apologizing repeatedly, "Old Master, please calm down. This time, you really misunderstood the Young Master. He absolutely did not steal books to sell for money!"

Wang Qiang had his own grievances. Although He Yaotian had ordered that He Wuhun not enter the library, Wang Qiang was just a servant. No matter what, if He Wuhun insisted on entering the library, he could not stop him.

Even if He Wuhun was a wastrel, Wang Qiang looked down on him in his heart, but he was still the master, and Wang Qiang was the servant. No matter what, a servant could not go against the master's wishes.

"Misunderstood? Has this little rascal done so many foolish things? Come, tell me, how is this a misunderstanding!" He Yaotian's beard trembled with anger, his face ashen, and he wondered if Wang Qiang had been bribed by He Wuhun to cover for him.

Wang Qiang, pressed by He Yaotian's aura, was drenched in sweat but still gritted his teeth and told the truth, "The Young Master borrowed three books, all of which are registered here. He said he would return them after reading them."

"The four books are 'Guiyuan Tunna,' 'Boksha Dao Fa,' and 'Donghuang History.' The first two are basic martial arts manuals, and even if they were sold, they would not be worth more than 100 taels of silver."

"Hmm? Is that so? Could it be that this little rascal is really going to practice?" Wang Qiang's words made He Yaotian somewhat surprised. Although he did not fully believe that He Wuhun had reformed, he felt relieved and let Wang Qiang off, then took He Wuhen to the western courtyard to find He Wuhun.

Entering the western courtyard and approaching He Wuhun's room, He Yaotian slowed his steps and did not enter the room. Instead, he stood by the window and looked inside.

He saw that He Wuhun was indeed sitting at the desk, holding 'Donghuang History' and reading it with great interest and seriousness.

Seeing this, He Yaotian couldn't help but sigh in relief. He secretly wiped the moisture from his eyes and muttered, "This little brat, finally, hasn't disappointed me again. Could it be that he has really been awakened and repented?"

"In the past, it was harder to make this little brat read than to climb to heaven. Now he has reformed and is reading on his own. Could it be that he has really turned over a new leaf?"

"Regardless, even if he fails in his studies and cultivation, as long as he no longer misbehaves and can be obedient, it would be a great change."

He Yaotian felt secretly comforted, and his mood improved significantly. After observing for a while and seeing that He Wuhun was not just pretending, he left with He Wuhen.

He Wuhun spent the whole day but did not finish the three-inch-thick 'Donghuang History.' However, the day's reading gave him a deeper understanding of the world.

At dusk, the maid Xiaomei entered the room, lit the oil lamp, and brought a sumptuous dinner and two bowls of hot soup, then left.

He Wuhun stretched lazily and began to eat. The chef of the He family was skilled, and even he, who had tasted many modern delicacies, found the food delicious.

After finishing his meal, the obedient maid Xiaomei came to clear the table and then left, not daring to linger in the room.

As He Wuhun's personal maid, Xiaomei knew very well that the Young Master was a lecherous and despicable person.

In the past, the former Young Master had tried several times to force himself on Xiaomei. Fortunately, Xiaomei had the strength of an eighth-level martial apprentice, and the former Young Master did not succeed.

However, since then, Xiaomei had been terrified of He Wuhun and dared not be alone with him, especially at night.

After all, Xiaomei was in her prime, with a slender and graceful figure, and a beautiful appearance that could make any normal man's heart flutter.