Siniang's Good Intentions

Overabundant qi and blood were not always a good thing...

"My lord, you're injured!" The Golden Saber Hall disciple cried out at once upon seeing this.

That was right. Just now, they had only seen this young lord wield godlike might, utterly irresistible, accomplishing all manner of unimaginable feats with nothing but flesh and blood. How could he possibly have emerged unscathed?

It could not be seen on the surface, but he had actually suffered hidden injuries. This lord had been forcing himself to hold on until now.

"Don't shout!"

No sooner had Yang Yi spoken than both doors were pulled open. Shen Qian darted out from the room next door, his face tense. "Yang Yi, you're injured?"

Qin Siniang also slipped out from behind Yang Yi and stood before him. "Where are you hurt? Let me see."

"No, I wasn't..." Yang Yi covered his nose and was about to explain, but Siniang took one of his hands without waiting for his permission and placed two fingers on his wrist.

"Siniang, you know medicine too?" Shen Qian asked in surprise.

As Qin Siniang took his pulse, she said, "I had been well-read in medical texts since childhood. Before entering the martial world, I had even aspired to hang a gourd and save the world."

As she spoke, the gravity and worry on her face gradually faded away. She looked up at Yang Yi, taking in his expression, and an imperceptible trace of teasing flickered through her eyes.

Yang Yi held his head high and stared at the ceiling.

"How is he?" Seeing that she remained silent for so long, Shen Qian grew even more anxious.

"Some hidden injuries, but nothing serious." Siniang's eyes curved into crescents. "I'll prescribe a remedy. A few days of recuperation will do."

"That's good, that's good." Shen Qian let out a long breath, then looked at Yang Yi and spoke earnestly. "Yang Yi, you're our pillar. If you get injured in the future, don't force yourself to endure it. Tell Siniang immediately."

When he had first met Yang Yi, he had looked down on him immensely. Though he had not come from some lofty and powerful family, the Shen Lineage of Clearwind City had a long heritage and was naturally not comparable to some wild mountain brat. Later, because of the Yin-Yang Pool and Myriad-Treasure Dew, he had also harbored much resentment toward Yang Yi.

But after carrying out these two missions together, his thoughts had long changed. His former contempt and resentment had vanished like smoke in the wind, leaving behind only admiration.

This concern came from the bottom of his heart.

"That's right. Little Brother Yang, if you need anything, just tell your sister. Don't force yourself to hold on, or you'll only make yourself suffer." Qin Siniang pursed her lips, her words carrying another meaning both openly and covertly.

"Eh..." Shen Qian suddenly looked at Qin Siniang. "Siniang, isn't your room over there? Why are you..."

"None of your business!" Qin Siniang shot him a vicious glare and pushed open the door to enter.

Shen Qian found it baffling, but after thinking it over, realization suddenly dawned on him. He gave a sly chuckle and returned to his room.

In the end, Yang Yi moved into the room that had originally belonged to Qin Siniang.

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning, Yang Yi had only just woken when Lu Qianshan came running over excitedly, a small chest in his arms. He presented it as though offering a treasure. "My lord, please take a look!"

Yang Yi accepted it suspiciously and opened the chest. It was filled with gold, silver, jewels, and precious ornaments, their glittering golden light dazzling his eyes.

Besides that, there was also a book that looked like a martial technique.

"Where did this come from?"

Lu Qianshan said, "These are the stored goods from Stone Manor. This subordinate went over early this morning to inventory them. They're all here."

Shi Zhongtang had entrenched himself in Falling Moon Market for many years. How could he have had no foundation at all? This chest of wealth was his accumulated savings over the years, while that martial technique was the Azure Sea Tideborn Saber that Shi Zhongtang cultivated.

"Not bad!" Yang Yi nodded.

Lu Qianshan added, "This subordinate has also ordered people to tidy up Stone Manor. My lord may take it over at any time. That way, you will have a place to stay in Falling Moon Market from now on."

Shi Zhongtang was dead, and everyone in Stone Manor had been wiped out. Such a large estate was worth no small sum, so Lu Qianshan had offered it to Yang Yi.

"You've been thoughtful." Yang Yi gave him a deep look.

Lu Qianshan clasped his fists and said solemnly, "It is this subordinate's honor to serve my lord!"

"Very good!"

Lu Qianshan had indeed handled this matter well. Yang Yi had been wondering where he should cultivate during his days stationed at Falling Moon Market.

It was not that he could not be disturbed while cultivating. It was simply that he needed Golden Light to cultivate, and his daily cultivation sessions were clearly abnormal. There were people constantly coming and going at the base, making it truly inconvenient.

If he went to Stone Manor, there would be no need to worry about that.

"I'm going to Stone Manor now. When Attendant Shen and Attendant Qin wake up, let them know."

"Yes!"

The base was not far from Stone Manor. Falling Moon Market itself was not very large.

When Yang Yi arrived at Stone Manor, he found that it was not empty. Lu Qianshan had handled things very well, deliberately transferring several sharp and capable servants from his own residence to manage the place.

That way, Yang Yi only needed to move in with his luggage and did not need to worry about anything else.

After moving into the innermost room of Stone Manor and making a few simple arrangements, Yang Yi began cultivating the Body Tempering Technique.

An hour later, Qin Siniang came over. She greeted Yang Yi, then vanished off somewhere.

A little while later, she returned carrying a steaming bowl of medicinal soup, her smile blooming like a flower. "Yang Yi, time to drink your medicine."

"What medicine is this?" Yang Yi looked at her warily.

"Something to clear the heart and bring down the fire." Qin Siniang was delighted beyond measure.

"I don't need it..."

"Drink it quickly. It won't do you any harm!" Qin Siniang thrust the bowl toward him without explanation, her eyes full of teasing. "I know young people like you have a lot of fire, especially when you're cultivating. Your qi and blood are even more vigorous. If one day you can't hold it in any longer, tell your sister. Your sister will help you regulate it."

Yang Yi hurriedly drained the bowl of medicinal soup in one gulp.

As they spoke, Shen Qian also came running over, carrying a bundle.

There was nothing else in that bundle—mostly Myriad-Treasure Dew, with a smaller portion of Hundred Herbs Liquid. It was precisely what the three of them had brought out from the Qiao Household.

They had previously left it with Qian Sanbao, so Shen Qian had made a trip to retrieve it.

Yang Yi raised a hand and pointed at the table in the room. "There's a chest of wealth over there. Lu Qianshan searched it out from Stone Manor. You two take half."

Since they had gone on the mission together, Yang Yi would not keep all the gains for himself.

Now that he lacked neither money nor cultivation resources, he naturally would not be stingy.

"You should keep these. We seized quite a bit during last night's battle, and we already received our shares," Shen Qian said. Those Black Wind Stronghold men at the base had possessed plenty of good things, but Yang Yi had distributed them all and kept nothing for himself.

"Yes, Yang Yi. Your family foundation is thin, so take this chance to build it up. You'll need it sooner or later," Qin Siniang said as well.

Seeing them insist, Yang Yi no longer pressed the matter.

"Stone Manor is spacious. Find yourselves rooms. If you find cultivating at the base inconvenient, come here."

"That was exactly what I had in mind!" Shen Qian readily accepted.

After all, it was not far away. If anything truly happened at the base, they could still rush over in time.

Qin Siniang and Shen Qian left to find rooms of their own.

After cultivating, they all needed to soak in Hundred Herbs Liquid to recover. Shen Qian was one thing—being a grown man, he could make do at the base.

But it was much less convenient for Qin Siniang, a woman, over there.

This time, even if Yang Yi had said nothing, Qin Siniang had been planning to find herself a room and stay here.

By evening, Lu Qianshan came over. "My lord, I have a secret to offer you!"