Celebration of Heaven

Qin Manor.

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

About a month had passed since he killed and robbed.

Whoosh~~

Whoosh, whoosh~~

Each time he circulated his blood and qi, eight layers of surging waves roared inside his body.

The Azure Wave had nine layers; he was just one short of reaching perfection.

Once his blood and qi settled back to calm, Qin Yang slowly opened his eyes and called up the System Panel.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Perfection (Zen Meditation)

Azure Wave Blood Transference Method: Layer 8 (1363/2300)

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

Primordial Qi Shield: Layer 5 (23/1000)

Over this month, he had trained the Azure Wave Blood Transference Method to the eighth layer. His blood and qi had grown denser and more vigorous, his energy naturally abundant. He didn't need much sleep each day to quickly recover his vitality, freeing up more time for cultivation.

The Primordial Qi Shield had also reached the fifth layer. The qi force formed after the shield seed spread was noticeably tougher than before.

Now, even if Qian Hai, a Condensing Force Martial Artist, swung his Golden Gourd Hammer at him, it wouldn't affect him at all.

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

"Young master, Shopkeeper Hu is here."

Xiao Huan said softly outside the door.

"Have him wait in the main hall."

Qin Yang replied, then got up and changed into a fitted Martial Arts uniform.

He walked out of the room.

The courtyard was hung with festive red lanterns, and crisp firecracker sounds came from the street outside.

Today was a special day, called the Qing Tian Festival.

In ancient legend, in a distant, unknown era, humanity fought against many monsters.

That battle lasted for many, many years. Countless humans died, and many heroic tales were born—it was a lost age.

Now, no one knows what really happened back then.

The only trace that dark, brutal era 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 remains the most important holiday of the year.

He made his way to the main hall.

Seeing Qin Yang, Shopkeeper Hu quickly stood up to greet him.

"Young master, as you instructed, I've set up a porridge stall at the inn today to give porridge to the poor."

Shopkeeper Hu said hurriedly.

"Good. I hear the city's been pretty chaotic lately. Take two more guards with you when you go."

Qin Yang said casually.

This was something Qin Dongsheng did every year.

Qin Yang didn't mind—giving out porridge didn't cost much—so he just let Shopkeeper Hu handle it as usual.

"Mm, the city has indeed been quite chaotic lately."

"I heard that Master Li's whole family moved into the inner city."

Shopkeeper Hu said softly.

"The Li family?"

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

Qin Yang said, a bit dazed.

He was immersed in cultivation every day, repeating the same routine, so time passed quickly.

Shopkeeper Hu scratched his head. He had originally wanted to talk about something else, but since Qin Yang brought this up, he found it hard to speak.

Qin Yang snapped back to reality and, seeing his expression, smiled slightly. "Shopkeeper Hu, what do you want to say?"

Shopkeeper Hu gave an awkward laugh. "Young master, there have been more troublemakers at the tavern lately... Could you send two guards to keep an eye on things?"

"That's all? Why didn't you just say so?"

"Just go and tell Uncle Qian."

Qin Yang waved his hand.

"Got it!"

"I'll head off now!"

Shopkeeper Hu beamed with joy and took his leave.

Then, Xiao Huan walked in: "Young Master, Young Master Li is here?"

"That guy's pretty uncanny."

"We were just talking about him, and here he comes."

Qin Yang gestured for Xiao Huan to invite him in.

"Young Master Qin, long time no see."

Li Baling was still grinning, with several guards behind him carrying large bundles of gifts.

"Weren't you grounded by your dad to practice martial arts?"

"Looks to me like you haven't changed at all."

Qin Yang remarked curiously.

"Practice my ass. I'm just not cut out for it, quit ages ago."

"Today I'm meeting up with Zhao He and the others to hit up Huaxiang Tower in the inner city."

"You in?"

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

These were all things Li Tong had told him to bring.

"I'll pass."

"I've long lost those worldly desires."

Qin Yang shook his head.

"Man, you used to be the Young Master Qin who'd hit the brothels for tunes. How'd you turn into this?"

Li Baling shook his head helplessly.

"No choice. The family's relying on me now."

"Not like you, with all that free time."

Qin Yang said softly.

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

"Any news on Uncle Qin?"

Li Baling asked in a low voice.

At that, Qin Yang sighed faintly: "Hired plenty of Wandering Swordsmen to investigate. Still nothing."

"Don't worry, Uncle Qin's a lucky man. He'll be fine."

Li Baling could only offer such words.

"By the way, I heard your family moved into the inner city."

"How's it feel?"

Qin Yang changed the subject.

"Just so-so. Back in the outer city, I could strut around like a boss."

"Now in the inner city, anyone could squash me like a bug, so I keep my head down."

"But what can you do? The outer city's way too chaotic."

"You watch yourself too."

Li Baling sighed helplessly.

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

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

Qin Yang talked with Luo Jian for even longer.

When it came to the current situation in Linjiang City, it was naturally someone like Luo Jian, a Jianghu man, who knew the finer details.

"Young Master Qin, Linjiang City really is getting more chaotic by the day."

"Even our White River Gang keeps running into riots from common folks, clashing all the time."

Luo Jian sighed heavily as he brought it up.

In this environment of Linjiang City, their White River Gang was already one of the more restrained gangs, not extorting too much from ordinary people—just collecting some protection fees.

And yet, even with that, there were still riots. It only meant the outer city was on the verge of total collapse.

"Logically speaking, ordinary folks shouldn't be a match for you."

Qin Yang frowned.

A single Condensing Force Martial Artist could take on ten burly men.

Besides, the rioting commoners were bound to be relatively poor—the kind who couldn't even fill their stomachs.

How would they have the guts to rebel against a gang?

"That's exactly what's strange. Among those rioting commoners, there are martial artists hiding, waiting to ambush us."

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

Luo Jian sighed.

"So you're saying someone's backing these poor folks' uprising from the shadows."

Qin Yang mused.

"That's exactly how I feel."

"But after investigating, I can't find any tricks."

"Those martial artists are too mysterious—they vanish right after making a move."

Luo Jian was quite frustrated.

"Could it be... those guys stirring trouble in secret?"

Qin Yang recalled the Cult Organization he'd discovered before.