Chapter 6

After returning from outside, Yang Ji's mood was heavy.

"After all the hard work of the day, I didn’t expect to come back empty-handed."

Yang Ji lowered his head, his mind in a daze, not even aware of how he had passed through the side gate of the Yang residence.

Although he had given all the money to Yang Erniu for a moment's satisfaction, Yang Ji did not regret it. In that situation, if he had turned a blind eye, he would have deeply regretted it.

The pain of losing a loved one can only be truly understood by those who have experienced it. Yang Ji just felt he had let Liang Bo down.

"Twenty copper coins not only failed to increase, but I also used up five. I sold so many couplets to those shops, and they definitely won't sell them all tomorrow. If I go to write more couplets, I probably won't earn much. The New Year is not here yet, and we only have fifteen copper coins left. What should I do, what should I do?"

Yang Ji felt deeply guilty.

"Master, you're back."

The old steward's voice was kind and caring. He stood at the door, not knowing how long he had been waiting.

"Uh-huh."

Yang Ji lowered his head, feeling a flush on his face.

"After a busy day, you must be very tired. I've heated some porridge, it's on the table. Have some to fill your stomach."

The old steward said, not mentioning a word about Yang Ji going out to earn money.

However, the more he did this, the more Yang Ji felt guilty.

"I'm not hungry, Liang Bo, you eat first. — I'm a bit sleepy, I want to sleep for a while."

Yang Ji lay on the bed, his mind wandering, not even taking off his clothes, and fell asleep fully dressed.

As the night grew darker, Yang Ji lay in bed, half-asleep, his mind alternating between the old steward, his mother, and the woman from the clan he deeply hated...

His body grew hotter and hotter, and eventually, he turned red all over, and even developed a fever!

The room was pitch black, and there was no sound at all. Only the occasional wind blew through the gaps in the window. The old steward thought Yang Ji just wanted to rest and did not come in to disturb him.

In the darkness, no one saw that Yang Ji, lying on the bed, emitted a faint red glow from his body. Then, a bright, dazzling light, like a falling tear, flew out from Yang Ji's chest, slowly rising, bit by bit, until it stuck to the center of Yang Ji's forehead and slowly seeped in.

...

That night, Yang Ji had a very long dream. In the dream, he saw many strange scenes, but when he tried to think about them, it seemed as if he had seen nothing.

In the dream, Yang Ji seemed to see many people's memories, and a deep, boundless loneliness, fear, sadness... and pain!

"Ah!"

Yang Ji shouted in his heart, suddenly sitting up in bed. His eyes were wide open, his chest heaving, his head drenched in sweat, his whole body wet as if he had just been pulled out of water.

"It was just a dream."

Yang Ji came to his senses and took a deep breath. The room was silent, and the sound of the wind outside the window was howling, making the night seem particularly eerie.

Yang Ji sat on the bed for a while and suddenly felt something was wrong with his body.

"How strange!"

Yang Ji frowned, suddenly reaching out and rubbing his body. It felt as if something had been rubbed off. He pulled hard, and with a tearing sound, a thin layer of something was torn off his body.

"!!!"

At that moment, Yang Ji was completely shocked, a huge sense of horror surging in his heart.

"Is... is this my skin!"

Yang Ji's whole body trembled. The feeling was definitely not fabric. The thin, tight feeling against his body could only be skin.

But Yang Ji did not feel any pain, as if he had just torn off something unimportant.

"Light the lamp and take a look."

Yang Ji thought to himself.

The flint was on the desk, and he needed to go to the window to get it.

Yang Ji walked over in large strides. Just as he touched the flint on the desk, he heard a low, angry voice through the howling wind outside.

"Old man, do you know who you are? It's your luck that I, the young master, even look at you. What good will it do you to follow that waste of space, 'Yang Ji'?"

Yang Ji frowned, the harsh voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. At this moment, he heard another voice:

"What will happen if you offend the 'Madam'? Old man, you're a smart person, you should know! I'm short of a servant recently. As long as you follow me and work hard, you'll have a good life. Think about it. But remember, I don't like being refused."

A low, mocking laugh echoed around, and another voice, which seemed to be a guard, faintly carried through the wind:

"Hehe, old man, do you still remember the lesson I gave you last time? If you refuse the young master again this time, it won't just be a few punches and some bruises."

Yang Ji's memory became clearer, as if he was about to remember who it was, but it was still a bit off. But no matter what, these people were clearly not good people.

It was at this moment that Yang Ji finally heard another old, pleading voice:

"No, no... I can't leave the young master..."

Boom!

Yang Ji's mind exploded, and he finally knew who these people were and who they were bullying!

Liang Bo!

The pleading voice was Liang Bo! They were bullying Liang Bo!

He didn't hear what the others were saying after that. Yang Ji felt a surge of anger in his chest, burning fiercely, almost to the point of exploding.

"Yang Yong!!"

Yang Ji's eyes bulged, and he let out a thunderous roar, making the house tremble.

With a loud bang, Yang Ji, like an angry beast, burst through the door and rushed out of the room...

...

Yang Yong had always wanted to get the old steward to work for him.

"Yang Ji, that bastard, killed his parents at the age of seven. If it were anyone else like him... they would have died long ago."

"But this old man has taken care of him for eight years, enduring the pressure from the clan, and has managed to take care of that little brat's life perfectly, everything in order."

"Go into his room and look, damn it, it's cleaner and neater than anyone else's. Unlike the useless people around me, who are clumsy and forgetful, even failing to get a basin of foot-washing water right, either too cold or too hot."

"Why should Yang Ji, that bastard, have a more loyal old servant than me?"

...

Yang Yong always thought that a good servant should be by his side.

Yang Ji had offended the clan's "Madam," and his future was predictable. His belongings would definitely be divided up—though there weren't many valuable things.

Rather than let others benefit, he might as well benefit himself. Yang Ji had his eye on the old steward.

"Pity, this old man has a problem with his head, not knowing the situation."

Yang Yong cursed in his heart.

He had tried to recruit the old steward several times. Last time, he gave him a lesson, thinking he would be smarter this time, but he still refused.

It seemed the lesson wasn't harsh enough.

"Old man, you better think carefully. I, the young master, don't always have such good patience!"

Yang Yong pressed the old steward against the wall, his face red with anger.

He had already decided that if the old man didn't agree... well, killing a servant or two in the clan wasn't a big deal.

Boom!

At that moment, Yang Yong heard a thunderous roar, as if the whole house had exploded. The door nearby burst open, and a furious figure rushed out of the room.

"Yang Ji!!"

Yang Yong was stunned.

Yang Ji stood at the door, looking at the scene not far away, his whole body trembling with anger.

Just a few steps away, Yang Yong was with two tall thugs, one hand choking Liang Bo's neck, pinning him to the wall like a duck.

Liang Bo's airway was compressed, his face turning red, struggling to breathe, like a candle flickering in the wind, about to go out at any moment.

"These bastards!!"

Yang Ji, seeing this, his eyes bulging, took a step forward, his eyes red, and charged over like a cannonball.

In his anger, he didn't notice that his step was incredibly powerful, the ground sinking where his foot landed, leaving a clear footprint.

"Hehe, Yang Ji, this is your own doing!"

Yang Yong quickly reacted, a sinister smile on his face, not surprised but delighted.

He had been interrogating the old man for a long time, but the old man was stubborn and wouldn't give in, leaving him with a belly full of anger. He didn't expect to run into the main person.

Yang Ji, the fool, thought he could teach him a lesson with just a burst of anger.

Dream on, you!

This kind of lesson should be given by him.

"I've been wanting to teach you a lesson. Now I can take care of both the old and the young."

Seeing Yang Ji charging over, Yang Yong was not at all flustered. He took a heavy step and charged towards Yang Ji.

"Hehehe!"

Behind him, the two tall guards stood with their arms crossed, smirking, with no intention of helping.

Helping someone should be selective!

Yang Yong, though uneducated, was a disciple of the Yang clan, soaked in a variety of herbs from a young age, and had a cultivation level of the fifth stage of breathing. Dealing with one Yang Ji was more than enough.

Humiliation!

This would be Yang Ji's final outcome!

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