Chapter 7

"Looks like this kid still doesn't know how formidable Young Master Yang is."

The two guards sneered, their eyes filled with a subtle expression.

As Yang Yong's guards, they knew their "master" all too well. They could almost predict the exciting scene that was about to unfold.

Although "Yang Yong" didn't practice diligently, often practicing for a few days and then taking a break, and his "Breathing Technique" was also practiced sporadically, when it came to fighting, he was exceptionally talented, using all sorts of underhanded tricks without any hesitation.

For a rookie like Yang Ji to show off in front of him was like teaching a master how to make a living!

Sure enough—

In a few steps, Yang Yong suddenly lunged forward, his huge fist whirling with a fierce wind, aiming straight for Yang Ji's head.

"Kid, watch this!"

Yang Yong shouted loudly, his eyes narrowing with a hint of cruelty. No one noticed that at the moment he attacked, his right leg suddenly lifted, delivering a heavy kick to Yang Ji's groin.

A groin kick!

On the surface, he was making a bold move, shouting loudly to draw the opponent's attention, while secretly delivering a groin kick. With this trick, Yang Yong had severely injured countless "heroes and valiant men" in fights!

"Yang Ji, you're not even close to matching me!"

Yang Yong felt smug, already imagining the scene of Yang Ji wailing and falling to the ground, which would be so satisfying...

Yang Ji didn't see Yang Yong's kick. In fact, the moment they both moved, Yang Ji realized he had acted impulsively.

Even if Yang Yong was uneducated, his strength was still higher than his own.

However, Yang Ji didn't regret it. There was no need to regret dealing with such a despicable person. But Yang Ji still underestimated Yang Yong's viciousness!

Although Yang Ji didn't see the kick, he felt it. It was a subtle sensation in his body, something he would never have noticed under normal circumstances!

"This bastard!"

The anger that had been suppressed surged again, even more fiercely. At that moment, even if it meant getting hurt himself, Yang Ji was determined not to let Yang Yong off easily.

"Bang!"

Yang Ji took a step back, his body twisting in a natural reaction to danger. In a split second, he dodged Yang Yong's kick with incredible speed.

"Crack!"

Then Yang Ji bent his waist backward like a bow, avoiding Yang Yong's punch. He even heard the crisp sound of his bones.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Yong's eyes widened, his mouth agape, his face filled with disbelief. He watched helplessly as Yang Ji, full of rage, raised his right hand and struck him with the force of a mountain collapsing and a pillar falling, hitting his face hard!

"Ah!—"

Yang Yong let out a piercing scream, blood splattering everywhere. His body flew up as if hit by a high-speed train, soaring over five or six meters before crashing to the ground.

"How... how could he... have so much... strength!!..."

Yang Yong's mouth was wide open, this was his last thought before his consciousness faded into darkness.

...

Shock!

Unforeseen!

At the moment Yang Yong flew out, the two guards were so shocked that their jaws dropped to the ground!

How could this be? What a joke?

Young Master Yang had fought in at least ninety or a hundred fights, making him a seasoned expert. That groin kick was sudden and silent, and even they would have to admit it was impressive, despite its despicable nature.

How did Yang Ji notice it from such a close distance? How did he dodge it? Even the famous disciples in the clan might not have been able to do it!

The two guards were flooded with countless questions. For a long time, their minds were blank, and they didn't even think to help Yang Yong immediately.

"Master?"

"Master Yang?"

...

The two guards finally reacted, frantically rushing to Yang Yong's side, shaking his body and checking his breathing. But Yang Yong didn't respond, and they became even more panicked. One of them even shouted at Yang Ji.

"Yang Ji, did you dare to kill Master Yang?!"

The shout was almost hysterical.

"Don't worry, he's not dead. But if you wait any longer, he might be. Now, take this bastard and get lost!"

Yang Ji's face was frighteningly calm.

"You bastard, you hit so hard. The lady won't let you off!"

Another guard shouted, his mind in chaos, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Yang Yong being injured under their watch was a serious dereliction of duty. But they couldn't deal with Yang Ji at the moment, so they hurriedly lifted Yang Yong and left.

"Shh!"

Yang Ji watched the two guards disappear, taking a deep breath. No one noticed that his hands were trembling uncontrollably inside his sleeves.

His calmness was just to intimidate the small-minded. In that moment, only Yang Ji knew how dangerous it was. If he had been just a bit slower, he would have been the one to fall.

"Too dangerous, really too dangerous..."

Thinking about what just happened, even Yang Ji found it hard to believe. When did he become capable of such incredible movements?

If not for the pain in his right hand, he might have thought it was all a dream.

"When did I become so strong? What happened?"

Yang Ji faced the night wind, his head slightly tilted back, thinking calmly.

He now knew that the strange feeling in his body, the leap from the bed, and the sense of power were not illusions.

Something must have happened to him, but he had no clue what it was.

"I'll investigate this later."

Yang Ji steadied himself and turned to the old steward.

...

"Damn, that kid tricked us!"

In the darkness, the two guards walked a long distance before they realized it.

"That bastard, we should have at least given him a lesson."

One guard, furious, punched the wall hard.

It was one thing to be negligent, but to be tricked by Yang Ji into carrying Yang Yong away without doing anything would make them look incompetent.

"That kid... is too clever."

The other guard said with a hint of resentment, "At that moment, he actually managed to outsmart us."

"Should we... go back and give him a good beating?"

The first guard said, his eyes gleaming with malice.

The other guard considered it seriously but ultimately shook his head.

"No, if we go back now, we might feel better, but delaying Master Yang's treatment would be a greater sin. Who would dare to use us then?"

"Are we just going to let it go?"

The first guard said, deeply unsatisfied.

"Hehe, not necessarily."

The other guard's eyes darted around, as if he had an idea, and he chuckled, "That kid definitely needs a lesson, but it doesn't necessarily have to be from us."

"What do you mean?"

The first guard looked puzzled.

"Hehe, private fights and harm are strictly forbidden within the clan. You forgot that? This kid offended the lady. Do you think she will let it go if she finds out he has such a big weakness?"

"Ah!!"

The other guard gasped, suddenly understanding, and then laughed softly, "You're smart. You're right. We don't need to do anything. Hehehe."

"Hehehe, let him enjoy it for now. Offending the lady and breaking the clan rules, he'll have a hard time when the time comes!!"

The first guard chuckled, as if he could already see a more exciting scene.

In the darkness, the two guards stopped talking, carried Yang Yong, and quickly disappeared.

...

A lamp was lit in the shed.

Yang Ji helped the old steward into the house and bandaged his wounds. Fortunately, the old steward's injuries were not severe, just some bruises.

"Uncle Liang, how did you encounter them?"

After everything was taken care of, Yang Ji asked.

"This is a long story."

The old steward sighed and recounted the events.

It turned out that after Yang Ji returned in a daze, he didn't say a word and fell asleep without eating. The old steward was worried and kept checking on him to see if he was awake, so he could make him something to eat. Unexpectedly, he met Yang Yong and his group just then.

"Ah, Young Master Yang has actually come to see me several times, but I never agreed. Now that you've injured him, with his character, he won't let it go easily. Master, you must be very careful in the future."

The old steward was worried and blamed himself.

If it weren't for him, Yang Ji wouldn't have gotten into such trouble. Yang Ji's situation in the clan was already difficult, and now that he had completely fallen out with Yang Yong, it would be even harder.

"Uncle Liang, don't think too much. If it weren't for me, Yang Yong wouldn't have troubled you. As for Yang Yong, don't worry too much. I'll handle it."

Yang Ji said.

"Ah."

The old steward sighed deeply, "That's all we can do."

"Uncle Liang."

Under the lamplight, Yang Ji hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage:

"I'm sorry, the five copper coins you gave me, not only did I not make any money, but I lost all five."

He had been feeling guilty about this since the evening.

Uncle Liang had trusted him and given him five copper coins from his limited salary, but he had failed to make any money and had lost them.

This was a disaster for both of them.

Fifteen copper coins wouldn't last long. If they didn't make any money in a few days, they would run out of food.

In such a cold winter, without enough charcoal, food, cotton, and winter clothes, they would surely die. And all of these required money.

"Hehe, I actually knew about this a long time ago."

The old steward smiled, not at all concerned.

"Let me worry about the money. Master, I'm already over seventy. A few more or fewer years don't matter much. But you are different. You are young, and you must survive no matter what."

Yang Ji felt a lump in his throat, looking at the old man's silhouette and his gray hair in the lamplight, suddenly feeling an urge to cry.

For so many years, Uncle Liang had been by his side, and he had gotten used to his care, forgetting that he was already very old.

"Uncle Liang, I won't let you say such things. No matter what, we will get through this. Believe me!"

Yang Ji grabbed the old man's hand, speaking earnestly.

The old steward smiled, nodded, and looked relieved.

After seeing the old steward off, Yang Ji clenched his fists tightly, "When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally straighten. I don't believe money can defeat us!"

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