There Will Always Be Someone Who Has to Do Things!

When he returned that night, Huo Yuanhong had already used the martial hall's channels to send a message to Fang Pingsheng back in the clan, asking for his help in obtaining some fast-acting restorative tonics, the higher the grade, the better!

The Fang family's main estate wasn't far from Jinmen, so judging by the time, a reply should be arriving soon.

As expected, not long after, a steward under Fang Pingsheng's employ knocked on his door and handed him a letter.

After opening and reading it, Huo Yuanhong's spirits lifted slightly.

The medicine was here!

Fang Pingsheng had already arranged for the restorative tonics to be delivered, and they were even secret Fang family prescriptions!

They should arrive at the martial hall by tomorrow morning! He was also scheduled to meet the person delivering the medicine at the morning's social dance!

No, it should be this morning; he hadn't realized he'd been practicing until past midnight!

"Social dance?"

Huo Yuanhong frowned.

Although this social dance was hosted by the Fang family, it was being held at the Divine Spear Martial Hall, which had lent them a venue. Young talents and young ladies from various Jinmen families would be attending, and the Fang family would naturally be among them.

Initially, Huo Yuanhong had agreed to attend and play along, but after the incident with Uncle Liu, he had no inclination to go to such a dance.

Now, judging by Fang Pingsheng's message, he wanted him to attend, with the meeting point for picking up the medicine set at the dance?

"Ah well, no need to overthink it. It's at the martial hall anyway, so it won't take much time."

Huo Yuanhong shook his head.

Seeing that dawn was approaching, and to ensure he had plenty of energy during the day, it was time for a short rest.

Huo Yuanhong closed the doors and windows, and following Old Xu's practiced methods, he set up a series of traps around the room near the door and windows, and another set around the bed.

He then stuffed several pillows into the covers to make it look like someone was sleeping in the bed.

Although Old Xu was not far away, he still felt uneasy. After setting up the readily available traps from the martial hall, he crawled under the bed, which was cast from fine steel, and fell into a deep sleep clutching his weapons.

Boom!

Rain poured down like a torrent, and thick clouds gathered, forming a vast, dark expanse. The entire world seemed to tremble in the thunder.

Huo Yuanhong, who had been asleep for nearly two hours, woke with a start. First, he listened for any sounds from a prone position, then he used his long-range spyglass to check outside the bed.

After confirming there were no issues, he silently emerged from under the bed, carefully avoided the traps, opened an umbrella, and walked out into the downpour.

By this time, the martial hall was already quite lively. Young talents dressed in suits and young ladies in Western-style dancing dresses, wearing white gloves, were being escorted by the old steward under their umbrellas as they entered the martial hall and headed towards the dance venue.

Even after the recent upheaval, with a Transforming Strength expert defecting and taking nearly thirty percent of the instructors, stewards, and disciples with him, the Divine Spear Martial Hall remained a top power in Jinmen, with Old Xu, a peak master, stationed there. Hosting such a social dance was more than enough!

Under the watchful eye of a peak master, who was also in his final, desperate frenzy as he neared death, no one dared to cause trouble, fearing they might implicate their own peak master behind them.

Under these circumstances, the Divine Spear Martial Hall had surprisingly become the safest and most peaceful place in all of Jinmen. Everyone wore smiles, and regardless of any past conflicts or grudges, they greeted each other amicably.

Huo Yuanhong, holding his umbrella, had just reached the entrance of the main hall when his senior sister, Fang Yu, came to meet him and handed him a suit.

"Junior brother, here!"

After changing into the suit, the tall and straight Huo Yuanhong drew the attention of many as soon as he entered the hall.

He had only taken a few steps when several noble ladies in Western-style dancing dresses and white gloves invited him to join them, but Huo Yuanhong ignored them completely, merely scanning the crowd for the person Fang Pingsheng had sent to deliver the medicine.

After a short while, he found a young man with a black brooch pinned to his suit.

"Hello, I am Huo Yuanhong."

Huo Yuanhong approached and said.

"I am Fang Shiyu. I've heard a lot about you, Brother Yuanhong. Meeting you today, you truly are extraordinary!"

The young man smiled and shook Huo Yuanhong's hand.

Fang Shiyu?

Huo Yuanhong was taken aback. He had heard this name before; it belonged to the Fang family's primary heir, the eldest young master of the Fang family, and the direct great-grandson of the Fang family's peak master.

Why would this person be delivering the medicine?

"Haha, a young talent like Brother Huo has the potential to become a peak master in the future. My little sister and I have long wanted to meet you."

As if sensing Huo Yuanhong's confusion, Fang Shiyu explained proactively.

"Brother Yuanhong."

Beside Fang Shiyu, a young woman with light makeup gracefully trailed her long dress.

"This is my younger sister, Fang Shixin. She's also studying at the Jinmen Women's Normal School."

Fang Shiyu introduced with a smile.

"Miss Fang."

Huo Yuanhong nodded slightly.

Unlike Jiang Ting, this woman had been raised in a prominent family since childhood. With her lowered gaze and gentle smile, the confidence and extraordinary aura cultivated by her top-tier family background were something that could not be matched by mere study.

The dance music began, light and cheerful, masking the torrential rain outside.

In the clean, bright ballroom, pairs of dazzling young talents and young ladies from prominent families elegantly danced hand in hand.

The music was soft, the dance steps pleasing to the eye, and laughter and conversation filled the air.

Compared to the cramped, unsanitary conditions in the guest rooms nearby, where over a dozen people were crammed into one room and the latrines were insufficient, it was like being in two different worlds.

One was filled with song and dance, the other silent.

Huo Yuanhong had taken the medicine and was about to leave immediately, but when Fang Shiyu saw him heading out, he proactively started talking about the Chauffeur's Association and those young people. His words revealed his willingness to provide a certain amount of ordinary secret medicine to support those youths in practicing martial arts.

"...In the current times, openly distributing medicine is inappropriate, but my Fang family can use special channels to provide a batch each month..."

As Fang Shiyu was speaking, the conversation of several people nearby suddenly caught Huo Yuanhong's attention.

"This morning, when I came over, a group of people blocked the road. They cursed at the butler a few times before I could pass. What bad luck!"

"You took that road too? Just like me. What rotten luck. I heard it's a gang called the Red Robe Society, they're going to have a fight with someone..."

The Red Robe Society!

Huo Yuanhong's head snapped around. He looked over, then glanced at Fang Shiyu, whose smile had stiffened, as if he understood something.

"The Red Robe Society's gamble fight is actually in the morning?"

Huo Yuanhong suddenly said.

Fang Shiyu was silent for a moment before replying, "Brother Yuanhong, you have a bright future ahead of you. Why bother with the affairs of these commoners? Come... As long as you no longer associate with those people from now on and openly voice your support for the prohibition of martial arts for the commoners, my Fang family has the ability to ensure your lifelong peace..."

"Junior Brother, don't worry about those chauffeur kids anymore. Those who achieve great things are not bound by trivialities. You have a great future! Sacrificing some young people who have no future anyway, sacrificing a chauffeur, in exchange for you reaching the peak master realm in the future – that is rationality, that is the bigger picture!"

"This time, the Red Robe Society's gamble fight has an external Qi-Hui peak master who is desperate to go all out because time is running out. You won't be able to beat them!"

His senior sister, Fang Yu, also walked over.

Looking at his senior sister Fang Yu, looking at Fang Shiyu in his suit, looking at Fang Shixin with her outstanding demeanor, looking at the scene of song and dance and cheerful conversation in the ballroom...

Huo Yuanhong fell silent.

He knew that as long as he abandoned the boss of the car company who had looked after him and his family when he was young, and who had raised him, and sat here enjoying the revelry while letting that person die...

As long as he abandoned those young people who had become orphans because of him, and indifferently watched as these people, without the protection of the martial hall, were defeated one by one in the pursuit and encirclement of the gangs...

As long as he forgot Uncle Liu, who was clearly terrified of death but risked his life for him, and forgot the look in Uncle Liu's son's eyes when he looked at him...

As long as he betrayed his origins and background, and stepped forward to actively support the prohibition of martial arts for the commoners as a token of allegiance...

Glory, wealth, a bright future, a life without worries...

All of it...

Was within his grasp!

He could also enjoy this life of decadence and revelry, become part of the bigger picture, become a member of the Never-Falling Aristocratic Family, become the Master Huo he once saw himself as!

These things were so beautiful, so full of temptation...

All it took was a thought, a few words...

All he had to do was not interfere with anything, be a little cold-blooded...

It was too simple, much simpler than the conditions offered by the Wu family. All he had to do was become a small traitor to the commoners, and side with the aristocratic families.

But...

"Senior Sister, I still can't forget that I'm just a commoner, someone who desperately pursued martial arts for ten years but couldn't even get the stepping stone to practice it. Someone who watched his father's hair turn white, but could only deceive himself and his father with hollow lies as a humble youth..."

"Someone who was just enjoying success, only to, in the next moment, watch the people he cared about and his dreams be destroyed again as a commoner..."

"I am just a commoner, a mere nobody. I can't see any 'bigger picture'... I only know that some things, once missed, can never be made up for... Even if I become an immortal, even if I am invincible in the world, I can never go back..."

"In this world... there are always things that someone has to do..."

"If not..."

"Then, it will be me."

Huo Yuanhong took off his suit jacket and placed it in his senior sister's hand. He said to his somewhat stunned senior sister.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Rumble!

The young man turned and rushed into the heavy rain.

Striding purposefully, he headed back the way he came!