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Qin Yang's days finally regained some peace, allowing him to immerse himself fully in cultivation.

In the mornings, he practiced the Po Jun Saber Technique.

After nourishing himself at noon, he cultivated the Azure Wave Blood Transference Method for an hour, which also restored his physical strength.

Then, in the afternoon, he continued practicing the Po Jun Saber Technique.

After night fell, he used the state of Zen Meditation to cultivate the Azure Wave Blood Transference Method, increasing his cultivation speed somewhat.

Such intense cultivation meant that the Blood Replenishing Decoction Qin Yang had always taken was no longer enough. He could only switch to more precious herbs.

But it did not matter. His family ran a medicinal herb shop, after all, and he had a wealth of precious herbs to choose from. He could nourish himself as much as he wanted.

During that time, Luo Jian, the gang leader of the White River Gang, came to visit.

The two sides reached an agreement in less than half an hour.

Qin Yang became the White River Gang's Grand Offering and received a thirty percent dividend every month.

The Twin Snake Gang's territory was also entirely placed under the White River Gang's name.

The White River Gang had its Jianghu principles. Unlike the Twin Snake Gang, it did not madly squeeze the common people dry. The streets instead became more stable, and public security was no longer as chaotic as before.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

Winter had long since arrived, and goose-feather snow drifted through the sky.

The small courtyard of Qin Manor.

Xiao Huan wore a thick cotton-padded coat, with a fluffy hat on her little head. Her small face was red from the cold, making her exceptionally adorable.

She breathed warm air into her hands as she watched Qin Yang practice his saber technique.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~

The surging, ferocious saber wind swept up snow and frost, as though it had formed a blizzard.

After practicing the Po Jun Saber Technique for three months, Qin Yang's saber moves had become fluid, and the force he unleashed had grown even more powerful.

Boom!

As he slashed out with the final Mountain Fall Stance—

Even the airflow seemed to split apart, violently bursting to either side.

Qin Yang wiped the sweat from his face.

His hands were undergoing some kind of transformation. His fingers had become slender, while the muscles in his arms appeared smoother and more streamlined, capable of erupting with tremendous power.

He summoned the System Panel.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Perfected (Zen Meditation)

Azure Wave Blood Transference Method: Seventh Layer (56/2000)

Po Jun Saber Technique: Minor Accomplishment (0/1500)

"Finally, I've cultivated the Po Jun Saber Technique to Minor Accomplishment."

"The Azure Wave Blood Transference Method is becoming harder and harder, though."

Qin Yang murmured inwardly.

The Azure Wave Blood Transference Method was easy at the beginning, but it grew increasingly difficult later on, requiring more and more experience points.

Yet Qin Yang had never considered giving up.

To him, cultivating a martial art to perfection could give rise to a new Divine Ability.

Moreover, the Blood Transference Realm was a realm for laying one's foundation. Naturally, he had to forge that foundation well.

Now that he had cultivated to the realm of Sevenfold Azure Wave, the qi and blood throughout his body surged with exceptional fury, far surpassing that of ordinary people.

His vigor became increasingly abundant, and even his state of Zen Meditation could be maintained for longer.

"Young Master."

"Guild Leader Luo has come to visit."

A guard called out from the doorway.

"Luo Jian?"

Qin Yang paused, then casually threw on an outer robe and walked out of the small courtyard.

Ever since taking over the Twin Snake Gang's territory, Luo Jian had not come calling.

However, the monthly dividends were always delivered on time.

This time, he had likely come because something had happened.

Luo Jian was a rough, brawny man standing eight feet tall. Having weathered sun and rain at the dock in the past, his skin was rather dark.

"Guild Leader Luo."

Qin Yang walked in and greeted him.

"Young Master Qin, I've come unannounced this time because there's an urgent matter I need to tell you."

"This news should be good news for you."

Luo Jian laughed heartily.

"Oh? What good news?" Qin Yang was intrigued.

Luo Jian would naturally not joke with him.

Since he said it was good news, it was naturally good news.

"Hasn't Young Master Qin been looking for a body-tempering martial art?"

Luo Jian asked with a smile.

"Could it be that Guild Leader Luo has found one?"

Delight appeared on Qin Yang's face.

If that was truly the case, it really would be good news for him.

In these chaotic times, even third-rate cultivation methods were family heirlooms, while body-tempering methods were even scarcer.

Qin Yang had searched for three months. Not to mention a second-rate one, he could not find even a single third-rate body-tempering method.

"I do not have such great ability."

"But I have a piece of news from an unofficial source."

"Recently, a great bandit has been roaming around the vicinity of Linjiang City."

"This great bandit goes by the nickname Hun Yuan Yi. His true name is unknown. He possesses formidable body-tempering skills, ordinary blades and weapons can hardly harm him, and he is cruel by nature. He has killed quite a few constables along the way."

Luo Jian spoke swiftly.

"Hun Yuan Yi?"

"What a strange nickname."

Qin Yang was somewhat speechless upon hearing it.

"Perhaps the body-tempering skill he cultivates is called Hun Yuan Armor, which is why he earned that nickname."

"Over the past few days, this fellow has committed quite a few major crimes in Linjiang City. He has killed around twenty or thirty people. Even the County Office has rarely offered a reward of five hundred taels of silver."

Luo Jian shook his head.

"Interesting."

"Does Guild Leader Luo have any leads on this great bandit?"

Qin Yang asked with a smile.

Since Luo Jian had personally come to visit, he naturally could not have only possessed information that everyone knew.

"A wandering hero found Hun Yuan Yi's trail, and I bought that information."

Luo Jian lowered his voice.

"Please speak, Guild Leader Luo."

Qin Yang's eyes lit up.

"At a Broken Temple more than ten li outside the city."

"That fellow should have been hiding there these past few days."

Luo Jian smiled.

"Good!"

"Then tonight, I, Qin, will act on Heaven's behalf and kill this utterly evil great bandit!"

Qin Yang laughed loudly.

Once he killed Hun Yuan Yi, why would he need to worry about obtaining a body-tempering cultivation method?

Night fell.

With a steel saber strapped to his back, Qin Yang quietly vaulted out of Qin Manor.

He had asked a blacksmith in the city to forge this steel saber. It had cost several hundred taels of silver and was far from cheap.

Though it could not be said to cut iron like mud, it was forged from refined iron. Its body was thick and heavy, with a broad curve that suited chopping and slashing.

Sparse snowflakes drifted through the sky, while heavy snow blanketed the streets.

Dark, cold, and gloomy.

As Qin Yang walked along the streets, he occasionally saw corpses frozen to death.

From time to time, terrified screams rang out.

This was how dangerous Linjiang City became after nightfall.

Bandits, gang battles, all manner of struggles for power and profit. People died every night.

Qin Yang could occasionally sense many vicious gazes emerging from dark corners and falling upon him.

His eyes shone brightly. With a casual sweep of his gaze, those furtive stares immediately vanished.

Outside the street where Qin Manor stood, perhaps not many people recognized him.

But with his sturdy one-meter-eighty-five frame and a Great Chopper on his back, he looked like an experienced martial artist at a glance.

Anyone with even a little sense would not set their sights on Qin Yang.

Linjiang City's gates were never closed, nor were there even constables standing guard, allowing people to enter and leave freely.

Only during certain festivals, when the flow of people entering the city increased, could constables be seen.

Of course, they were not there to maintain order. They were specifically there to collect entrance fees.

Qin Yang left the city and headed toward the Broken Temple Luo Jian had mentioned.

It was said that this Broken Temple had been very prosperous with incense offerings several years ago. Later, it was plundered by bandits, and all the monks within were brutally killed. From then on, it fell into ruin and was abandoned.

Walking alone through the wilderness on a snowy night, Qin Yang did not feel the slightest chill.

The qi and blood within his body burned fiercely like a furnace, driving away the cold.

In less than an hour, Qin Yang saw the outline of a temple appear at the foot of a mountain.