Qing Tian Festival

Qin Manor.

Qin Yang was cultivating the Azure Wave Blood Transference Method in his room.

It had been nearly a month since he had killed someone and seized their goods.

Whoosh~~

Whoosh, whoosh~~

Each time he circulated his qi and blood, the surging roar of eight layers of waves rang out within his body.

Of the nine Azure Wave layers, he was now only one layer away from reaching perfection.

Only after his qi and blood had settled did Qin Yang slowly open his eyes and summon the System Panel.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Perfection (Zen Meditation)

Azure Wave Blood Transference Method: Eighth Layer (1363/2300)

Po Jun Saber Technique: Minor Accomplishment (542/1500)

Primordial Qi Shield: Fifth Layer (23/1000)

Over the past month, he had cultivated the Azure Wave Blood Transference Method to the eighth layer. His qi and blood had become even more abundant and sinewy, and his vitality naturally brimmed over. He needed little sleep each day to quickly restore his energy, freeing up more time for cultivation.

He had also cultivated the Primordial Qi Shield to the fifth layer. The force of the qi shield formed after the Qi Shield Seed spread was clearly far tougher than before.

Now, even if Qian Hai, a Condensing Force Martial Artist, swung a Golden Gourd Hammer at him, it would not affect him in the slightest.

Basically, only attacks from Blood Moving Martial Artists could injure him.

"Young Master, Shopkeeper Hu has arrived."

Xiao Huan spoke softly outside the door.

"Have him wait in the main hall."

After replying, Qin Yang rose and changed into a fitted Martial Arts uniform.

He walked out of his room.

The courtyard was hung full of festive red lanterns, while crisp firecracker explosions drifted in from the street outside from time to time.

Today was a very special day, known as the Qing Tian Festival.

According to ancient legends, in a distant and unknown age, humanity had fought against countless monsters.

That battle had lasted many, many years. Countless humans had died, and many stirring tales of sacrifice had been born. It was an age lost to time.

Now, no one knew what had truly happened back then.

The only trace that those dark and brutal years had left for later generations was the Qing Tian Festival.

It was on this day that humanity defeated the monsters and drove them out forever.

Thus, the Qing Tian Festival was born and passed down through the ages.

Even now, the Qing Tian Festival remained the most important festival of the year.

He made his way to the main hall.

The moment Shopkeeper Hu saw Qin Yang, he hurriedly rose to greet him.

"Young Master, as instructed, we set up a porridge stall at the inn today and have been distributing porridge to some poor commoners."

Shopkeeper Hu spoke hurriedly.

"That will do. I heard the city has been rather chaotic lately. Take two more Guards with you later."

Qin Yang said casually.

This was something Qin Dongsheng did every year.

Qin Yang did not particularly care. Giving out porridge would not cost much, so he let Shopkeeper Hu follow the old custom.

"Yes, the city really has been quite chaotic lately."

"I heard that Master Li's entire family has moved into the Inner City."

Shopkeeper Hu said softly.

"The Li family?"

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen that kid Li Baling in quite a while."

Qin Yang was somewhat dazed.

He immersed himself in cultivation every day, repeating the same routine day after day. Naturally, time passed swiftly.

Shopkeeper Hu scratched his head. He had originally wanted to discuss something else, but Qin Yang had suddenly brought this up, leaving him unsure how to speak.

Qin Yang came back to himself. Seeing his manner, he smiled faintly. "Shopkeeper Hu, what is it you want to say?"

Shopkeeper Hu gave an awkward smile. "Young Master, there have been more people causing trouble at the restaurant lately. Could we send two Guards over to keep watch in the future?"

"That's all? Why not just say so?"

"Go tell Uncle Qian."

Qin Yang waved a hand.

"Alright!"

"I'll go right away!"

Shopkeeper Hu beamed with joy as he took his leave.

Then Xiao Huan walked in. "Young Master, Young Master Li has arrived."

"That kid is rather uncanny."

"We were just talking about him, and he showed up."

Qin Yang waved for Xiao Huan to invite him in.

"Young Master Qin, long time no see."

Li Baling still wore that cheerful grin. Several guards followed behind him, carrying large and small packages of gifts.

"Wasn't your father confining you at home to practice martial arts?"

"You don't seem to have changed much."

Qin Yang asked curiously.

"Practice martial arts, my ass. Your brother here just isn't cut out for it. I stopped practicing ages ago."

"Today, I arranged to have some fun at Huaxiang Tower in the Inner City with Zhao He and the others."

"Want to come?"

Li Baling waved for the guards to set down the gifts.

Li Tong had told him to bring all of them over.

"I'll pass."

"I long ago lost such worldly desires."

Qin Yang shook his head.

"You used to be Young Master Qin, who listened to songs in pleasure houses. How did you turn into this?"

Li Baling shook his head helplessly.

"Can't be helped. The family depends on me to hold it up now."

"How could I be as free as you?"

Qin Yang said softly.

"True enough. You're the head of the household now."

"Any news from Uncle Qin?"

Li Baling asked quietly.

At that, Qin Yang sighed faintly. "I hired many wandering Jianghu fighters to investigate, but there's still nothing."

"It's alright. Uncle Qin is blessed by fate. He'll definitely be fine."

Li Baling could only offer such words.

"By the way, I heard your whole family moved into the Inner City."

"How does it feel?"

Qin Yang changed the subject.

"It's nothing special. Back in the Outer City, I could swagger sideways like a crab."

"Now that I'm in the Inner City, any random person could crush me to death. I can only keep my head down."

"But the Outer City is simply too chaotic."

"You should be careful too."

Li Baling sighed helplessly.

After chatting for a while, Li Baling finally took his leave.

As soon as he left, Luo Jian, the Gang Leader of the White River Gang, came to visit as well.

Qin Yang spoke with Luo Jian for much longer.

As for Linjiang City's current situation, Jianghu men like Luo Jian naturally knew more of the concrete details.

"Young Master Qin, Linjiang City is indeed becoming increasingly chaotic."

"Even our White River Gang often encounters rioting commoners resisting us, and conflicts break out all the time."

At the mention of this, Luo Jian sighed repeatedly.

In an environment like Linjiang City, the White River Gang was already considered a gang with relatively firm bottom lines. They did not exploit ordinary commoners too severely, only collecting some protection fees.

If commoners still rioted under such circumstances, it could only mean the Outer City was truly on the verge of collapsing into chaos.

"By all reason, ordinary commoners should not be a match for you."

Qin Yang frowned.

A single Condensing Force Martial Artist could handle ten burly men.

Not to mention that the rioting commoners were surely among the poorer sort, the kind who could not even fill their stomachs.

How could they possibly dare resist a gang?

"That is the strange part. Martial artists hide among those rioting commoners, waiting for chances to launch sneak attacks."

"I have no idea where these martial artists came from."

Luo Jian sighed.

"So someone is backing these poor commoners' riots from behind the scenes."

Qin Yang fell into thought.

"Yes, that is exactly how I feel."

"But after investigating, we could not uncover any hidden trickery."

"Those martial artists are far too mysterious. The instant they strike, they vanish."

Luo Jian was thoroughly helpless.

"Could those people be stirring up trouble in secret?"

Qin Yang recalled the Cult Organization he had discovered before.