Trouble

"Young Master Heng, you're awake!"

When He Heng woke up again, the first thing he saw was an old man in his fifties standing beside him, looking anxious and eager.

"Young Master Heng, how are your injuries? Let me take another look?"

"No need, Steward Zhou, I'm much better." He Heng touched his slightly aching chest and waved his hand.

"It's good that you're alright, Young Master. This nearly scared this old servant to death." The old man looked as if he had narrowly escaped a disaster.

He was the steward of the He family in Shuangjiang City, responsible for the safety of the He family disciples. Although He Heng wasn't a particularly outstanding disciple in the He family, he was still the son of the family head, a direct descendant of the He family. If something had happened to him here, his head would likely have been forfeit.

Compared to the direct descendants of the main family, he, an outsider servant, was nothing. Unless he was a Dao Embryo Realm expert, it would be impossible for a great ancient lineage like the He family to value him. They would kill him without batting an eye.

And the Dao Embryo Realm was the beginning of transcending the mortal world in Martial Dao, a realm that truly separated one from the mundane. It was not a realm he could reach.

When Steward Zhou heard that He Heng had an incident at Linjiang Tower, he was extremely anxious. He sent people to search the entire city, but there were no clues. In his despair, he had even prepared a coffin.

At this moment, He Heng, covered in blood, walked back from outside the city. He was discovered by his men, and the excitement made him feel decades younger.

However, He Heng had been struck by the Demoness's palm before she died, and had traveled over a hundred miles continuously. Coupled with ten years of tempering in the Dragon Snake, the sudden release of all that pressure left him physically and mentally exhausted. He had fainted for three days and three nights upon his return, filling his heart with unease. Now that He Heng had woken up, his heart was finally at ease.

"Young Master, this is a Mysterious Appearance Pill. I specially asked Master Feng to refine this top-grade spiritual pill. It will be of great benefit to your injuries." Steward Zhou looked at He Heng's somewhat weak complexion and quickly took out a bottle of pills.

"No need, Steward Zhou. Have there been any incidents these past two days?" He Heng shook his head and asked.

"These three days you were unconscious, Shuangjiang City was under a complete lockdown. What incidents could there be? Who would dare!" Steward Zhou shook his head. "Young Master, you also know that Eldest Young Master Wang died in Linjiang Tower. How could City Lord Wang not be furious? He sent troops everywhere to arrest the culprit, but they found no clues."

"Nonsense, the murderer has already turned to ashes, no, into pills. Where would they find him?" He Heng thought to himself and continued to ask, "Did City Lord Wang also investigate my place?"

"He did look into it, after all, you were at Linjiang Tower when Eldest Young Master Wang had his accident. However, you were not awake, Young Master Ding invited them away."

"Hmm, is that so? I suffered an unwarranted disaster this time. I was struck by a palm, fell into the river, and was carried over a hundred miles downstream. I barely managed to escape with my life." He Heng said with apparent emotion.

"So that's how you got injured. You truly are blessed by heaven." Steward Zhou suddenly understood, he had been wondering what He Heng had encountered.

"Oh, right. Have any visitors come to see me these past few days?" He Heng thought for a moment and asked again.

Steward Zhou pondered for a moment and said, "These past two days, upon hearing the news of your accident, Young Master Ding, Young Master Hou, Young Master Ning, and Miss Ling all came to visit you. Besides these young masters and ladies from the family, Young Master Ba Sixteen and Young Master Bai Seven also came to see you. And Instructor Dong from Flying Immortal Academy visited you yesterday as well."

"Is that so? I must thank them properly later." He Heng nodded. His social circle was quite good. At least many people came to see him after his accident, unlike in some novels where everyone was gloating, indifferent, or even kicking you while you're down.

In reality, the most important thing for a family is unity. No matter what grievances exist between members, they wouldn't be like in novels, constantly scheming against each other, otherwise, they wouldn't be able to last.

Any long-standing great family would have relatively united members. Although there were conflicts, they were a form of healthy competition, and they would never sacrifice the family's interests to satisfy their own desires.

Otherwise, if several factions were constantly fighting, how could the family develop? Such a family could not possibly last for tens of thousands of years; it would have long since vanished into the river of history.

As for the He family where He Heng belonged, although the disciples competed with each other, their conflicts were generally trivial matters that helped them improve, and they would never involve outsiders to deal with their own people.

Half a month passed, and He Heng's injuries had mostly healed. One day, he was leisurely reading a book in his room. Suddenly, the main door creaked open, and a spherical figure rushed in in a panic.

"He Heng, hurry and run! My second sister is looking for you!"

He Heng was jolted out of his literary immersion by the ear-splitting cry. He looked at the somewhat familiar spherical figure.

"Wang San, what are you doing?"

The person grabbed He Heng's hands tightly, revealing a round head and big, watery eyes staring directly at He Heng.

"Hey, hey, Wang San, I'm really not interested in you. Don't look at me like that." He Heng quickly pushed him away and shouted.

"He Heng, how can you treat me like this? After all my good intentions and loyalty, risking being chopped to death by my second sister, I came to warn you." The figure grumbled indignantly after being pushed away by He Heng.

"Anyone would be uncomfortable if you grabbed their hands like that, Wang San," He Heng said matter-of-factly.

This spherical, unknown object was his close friend, the third brother of the unlucky Wang Yu from last time, the youngest son of Shuangjiang City Lord Blood Butcher Wang Panlong—Wang Bian.

He Heng looked at him helplessly and asked, "Alright, what's the urgent matter that brought you here today?"

"Oh, right, I do have something important today..." Hearing He Heng's words, Wang Bian suddenly remembered something, his expression extremely anxious. "He Heng, you should run quickly. My second sister is coming for you with her sword."

"Ah, why is Wang Bi looking for me?" He Heng was a little puzzled.

Of the three Wang brothers, the other two were very outstanding, apart from Wang Bian. The deceased Wang Yu is not worth mentioning. Wang Bian's second sister, Wang Bi, was one of the top disciples at Flying Immortal Academy. At only nineteen years old, she was already at the peak of the Second Marquis Realm, not inferior to Wang Yu, who was a few years older than her. She was hailed as having her father's demeanor and was known as "Little Butcher."

She was notoriously fierce at Flying Immortal Academy, especially since she cultivated the way of the sword. She wholeheartedly admired the Heavenly Sword Jun Rushih's style of breaking all laws with a single sword. If she took a dislike to someone, she would simply attack them with her sword. He Heng had always kept his distance from her, and she had always looked down on people like He Heng. Why would she come looking for trouble with him today?

"Is it because of Wang Da's matter?" He Heng instantly thought of the reason. It was probably the only thing that would make that heavenly prodigy come looking for him.

"That's right! My elder brother died in Linjiang Tower, and you were there at the time. Then my second sister concluded that you were involved and intended to kill you with her sword. I barely managed to run over to warn you," Wang Bian said helplessly.

"Even City Lord Wang personally investigated me about this matter and proved I had no connection to it. Why is your second sister going crazy and looking for trouble with me?" He Heng was somewhat annoyed.

One should know that during this period, due to the incident with Wang Da, Blood Butcher Wang Panlong had caused a huge stir throughout the city. Basically, everyone who was at Linjiang Tower at the time had been interrogated one by one, and He Heng was no exception.

In this world, Martial Dao experts never needed torture to interrogate people. They would usually directly perform soul-searching, making everything clear.

However, He Heng was, after all, a direct descendant of the He family, and Wang Panlong couldn't go too far. He used a divine ability akin to a lie detector to interrogate He Heng. In reality, He Heng indeed had no connection to Wang Da's death. Moreover, he was in the Human Law Realm, and spoke calmly without a racing heart. If other related individuals had encountered Wang Panlong's interrogation, they would have been terrified, and any slight mistake would have revealed their flaws.

But He Heng appeared as if nothing had happened, playing the role of a victim. Relying on a bit of the Myriad Heavens Treasure Mirror's power, he managed to fool Wang Panlong.

For this, He Heng even secretly rejoiced. Being able to deceive a Dao Embryo Realm expert, a ruthless killer like the Blood Butcher, was also an achievement.

Logically speaking, since Wang Panlong had already interrogated him and confirmed He Heng was not involved, the matter should have been settled. Why was Wang Bi still coming to find trouble with him today?

"My second sister said that her sword cultivator's intuition told her that the death of my elder brother was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. There was definitely an inside story, and she believes you are a key point. Therefore, she intends to kill you," Wang Bian said in a low voice.

"Sword Cultivator's Intuition, isn't that supposed to be a woman's sixth sense? But, it's so accurate!" He Heng's mouth twitched. His perfect disguise had been ruined by this. "And even if she suspected me, shouldn't she have arrested me for interrogation or investigated me secretly? At the very least, she should have had evidence. What's the meaning of her just coming over to attack me!"

He Heng couldn't understand the thinking of people like Wang Bi. If they felt someone was suspicious, they'd just draw their sword and cut them down. Such a fierce personality.

"I can only say, this is a common trait of Sword Cultivators. Overbearing, straightforward!"

"Alright, stop talking. Let's get out of here quickly. It'll be bad once my second sister arrives!" Wang Bian hurriedly pulled He Heng and ran outside.

"Hmph, you two stop right there, don't even think about running!" Suddenly, an icy voice rang out abruptly. He Heng felt a cold glint rush towards his face.