What Do You Want?

"Ah, it seemed this transmigrator really had made a mess of things." He Heng mocked himself. In his previous life, he had been an "expert" in literature and history and had done some research into online literature as well. Although he had already been quite old when web novels first appeared, he still understood these things mostly read by young people fairly well. In those novels, which protagonist did not thrive gloriously after transmigrating? Why could he only fade into the crowd?

"Sure enough, there are no protagonists in this world!" He Heng concluded. Those had merely been joking complaints about life. How could the world revolve around one person? To him, being able to live another life was already an incredible blessing. Heaven had treated him well enough. Did he need to ask for more? No, everything had to be fought for himself! Let the past drift away with the wind; the future belonged to him alone!

He Heng looked up at the blazing sun, a trace of determination appearing in his eyes as he continued down the street. It had been over a year since he had come from Beigu City, where the He Family was located, to Shuangjiang City. He had devoted himself to cultivation the entire time and had never had the chance to stroll around. Today, however, he had rare free time.

"Mm, Wang San said last time that Shuangjiang City's Black-rimmed Saw-fin Perch was a local delicacy, famous far and wide. His father is the lord of Shuangjiang City, so he is something of a local tyrant here. He should not be wrong. I can go have a taste today." Having made up his mind, He Heng headed south. Linjiang Tower stood there, true to its name, backed by the Wuchuan River. Its scenery was beautiful and its location superb, so its business had always been flourishing. It was renowned for thousands of miles around and was said to have a history of more than a century. Its seafood dishes were among the finest in Yichang Commandery.

Shuangjiang City was called Shuangjiang because the Wuchuan River lay to its south and the Fuming River behind it. Situated between the two rivers, it had thus gained its name.

He Heng had achieved success in the Martial Dao Hundred Bones Realm. His entire body was connected through, and he could enter fetal breathing naturally. His Inner Hundred Bones had reached their peak, though he had yet to make his body as indestructible as vajra in the Outer Hundred Bones, attain See God Unbroken, achieve Inner and Outer Convergence, harmonize dragon and tiger, and break through the Life and Death Mystic Gate to truly reach the Great Perfection of the Hundred Bones Realm. Still, his martial arts were far from weak. In certain Wuxia Novels, he would undoubtedly have been a supreme expert who shook the age. Naturally, he traveled very quickly.

This world was enormous. A single city here covered several hundred li in its urban area alone, while Linjiang Tower was dozens of li away from He Heng's current location. Thus, even with He Heng's Lightness Skill, it took him nearly half an hour to arrive.

As a century-old establishment and one of Shuangjiang City's finest restaurants, Linjiang Tower naturally offered excellent service. The moment He Heng entered, someone came to receive him and led him to the second floor. He Heng found a Private Room near the Wuchuan River, ordered several signature dishes, and drank alone while watching the rolling river waters, vast and magnificent. He was quite content.

He Heng was quiet by nature and did not enjoy going out with others. Thus, he usually preferred to shut himself in and practice martial arts, or visit the academy's Scripture Pavilion to read. This was also why, despite being here for over a year, he had never inspected his family's businesses in the city.

At that moment, a sudden burst of noise erupted upstairs, shattering the peace and making He Heng frown.

"Which bastard is disturbing the peace? No sense of public decency at all." He Heng cursed under his breath, but had no intention of going out to take a look. He knew that Linjiang Tower had stood for a hundred years and grown ever larger, so it must have powerful backing. Its owner alone was a renowned expert in Shuangjiang City, a master who had awakened his Yin Spirit and transcended the Mortal realm. Anyone who dared cause trouble here was either an ignorant bumpkin fresh out of nowhere or someone truly powerful and well-connected. If it was the former, Linjiang Tower's people would quickly deal with them. If it was the latter, it was not something he could interfere in. One careless move could bring disaster upon himself.

These days, were there not plenty of people who got into trouble from watching the excitement?

With that in mind, He Heng continued eating and ignored what was happening outside. However, some things could not be avoided simply because one wished to hide from them.

Bang!

With a sharp crash, a table flew over, smashing down the door to He Heng's Private Room and slamming into his own table, shattering it to pieces. Fortunately, He Heng's reflexes were good. The moment the table flew toward him, he reacted and leaped several zhang away, dodging it.

"Damn it, who did I offend? Why am I suffering this undeserved disaster?" He Heng muttered, then tore away the broken pieces of table before striding out of the room.

He Heng was not someone who could be bullied easily. He did not want trouble, but now that trouble had come to him, retreating was not his style.

Thus, holding the nearly collapsed table in one hand, he rushed out of the Private Room and roared, "Which bastard dared throw a table at me?!"

But the sight outside immediately stunned him. The entire Linjiang Tower was in ruins. Things lay broken everywhere, many tables apparently shredded by some Gang Wind. Several marble floor tiles had been ground into rubble, and multiple walls had collapsed.

Yet this was not what frightened He Heng most. What truly chilled his heart was that, in the middle of the restaurant, two groups were engaged in Fierce Battle. One side consisted of a seductive Black-clothed woman around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. The other was Linjiang Tower's people, led by its manager and more than a dozen subordinates. Beside them lay a familiar body in a pool of blood.

"Wang Da?!" He Heng's mouth fell open. He thought he had seen wrong, but he soon realized that he had not. This was serious.

This was indeed his close friend—the elder brother of Wang Bian, the third young master of Shuangjiang City's lord, whom he teasingly called Wang San—the eldest son of the Shuangjiang City lord, Wang Yu!

This was Shuangjiang City. Someone had actually dared to openly kill the son of its lord here. Were they not afraid that the Dao Embryo Realm expert, once known as Blood Butcher, would go mad? This matter was simply...

He Heng immediately understood that this matter had blown sky-high and was not something he could get involved in. Otherwise, even as a disciple of the He Family, Blood Butcher Wang Panlong would not easily let him go. That man had been called a madman in his youth. When he went berserk, he was terrifying. He Heng had seen Wang Bian being brutally disciplined by him more than once; it was almost unbearable to watch.

So the best thing to do now was... run! The farther, the better. It would be best to pretend he had never come here at all.

In only a moment, He Heng made the strategic decision to retreat. Seeing a man who was likewise terrified and fleeing toward the exit, he suddenly shouted, "Brother, wait for me!"

"Damn you, who is your brother?!" the fleeing man cursed inwardly, running even faster. He had noticed that, because of that youth's shout, both groups in the midst of fighting had looked his way.

"Sorry, brother. Better you than me. After this, you will be my true blood brother." He Heng silently apologized to the man, then took advantage of everyone's distracted attention and bolted toward the entrance of Linjiang Tower.

"Little Thief, don't run! Stop right there for This old lady!" Clearly, He Heng had underestimated the consequences of the insult he had shouted when he came out. Women could hold grudges, especially women with high martial arts. Just as He Heng was about to flee, the woman still confronting Linjiang Tower's manager noticed him. A scorching palm force shot through the air toward He Heng.

"Damn it, I only cursed once! Was that really necessary? Petty woman!" He Heng cursed inwardly, but he did not dare slow his legs. He hurriedly leaped into the air, landing on the third floor and avoiding the palm strike.

When he looked back, he saw the palm force sweep through the spot where he had just stood. The ground, poured from Fanying Stone as hard as steel, was blasted apart, leaving behind a massive hole. Comparing it to his own body, He Heng broke into a cold sweat.

"Sure enough, a woman's heart is the most poisonous!"

"Little Thief, what did you say? You're courting death!" A martial arts expert's Five Senses were exceptionally sharp. The moment He Heng cursed the woman, she heard him and immediately struck again!

"Big Sister, you heard wrong! I was praising your beauty!" He Heng hurriedly dodged sideways, narrowly avoiding the palm. The wall beside him was smashed to pieces.

This time, He Heng did not dare say another word. He ran madly outside, desperate to get away from this place of trouble. Hmph, just wait, you ugly hag. Once my martial arts are accomplished, I'll deal with you properly. I'll cripple your martial arts and toss you into Chunhua Courtyard, where you can serve hundreds of customers every night!

As He Heng made this vicious vow, he clearly failed to notice that the Black-clothed woman had no intention of letting him go. For some unknown reason, she directly shook off the entanglement with Linjiang Tower's manager and the others, then leaped toward He Heng!

"Damn it, Big Sister, what did I ever do to you? Why are you so fixated on me? Men and women should keep their distance!" He Heng shouted as he sprinted toward the outside.

"Sharp-tongued brat!" A crimson radiance suddenly flowed around the woman's body, brilliant patterns forming upon it. It was incomparably bewitching, accompanied by gorgeous, scorching flames. Yet to He Heng, it brought only deeper terror.

"Earth Fire Devouring Heaven Art! You are a disciple of the Crimson Fire Demonic Sect, one of the Seven Lords of the Demonic Path!" He Heng's face turned pale, his mood sinking to the bottom.

"Hehe, brat, you do have some knowledge. Just obediently come with me!" The Black-clothed woman smiled cruelly and reached out toward He Heng. He Heng felt an immense suction force rush toward him, and his body was involuntarily pulled toward her. He could not break free at all.

"Ah!" Amid his panicked cry, He Heng was seized and lifted by the woman. He could feel a scorching, vicious aura enveloping him, along with a fresh and elegant fragrance drifting into his nose.

"This is... Three Corpses Severed, the true body Wu Gou. This woman is actually in the Martial Dao Three Peng Realm!" He Heng cried out. What was there to say? He had casually gone out and run into a demonic cultivator of the Three Peng Realm. It really was wrong to go out without checking the almanac!

"Sure enough, transmigrators are born with a knack for accidents. No matter where they go, something happens. I really do have a protagonist's fate!" For some reason, this was what He Heng thought about even in such a crisis.

At that moment, the Black-clothed woman's expression suddenly changed. She looked outside Linjiang Tower, where a Middle-aged Man was rushing over in fury. He was Linjiang Tower's owner, an expert who had awakened his Yin Spirit. Even she was no match for him.

Thus, she immediately grabbed He Heng with one hand, leaped to a window, and jumped down. With a splash, she plunged into the Wuchuan River, sending up towering waves before vanishing without a trace.