Rushing

Another ten days had passed.

The aftermath of the riot on Qing Tian Festival was gradually surfacing.

Linjiang Outer City was already a tangled mess, with gangs and factions of all sizes intertwined in a complex web.

During the riot, many Blood Moving Martial Artists from various gangs were assassinated, leaving them leaderless and thrown into chaos.

After all, among these forces in the Outer City, Blood Moving Martial Artists were the backbone.

Once the backbone was gone, the gangs would splinter from within, even turning on each other in bloody infighting.

Even in broad daylight, you could see gangs clashing in the streets.

The County Office tried to rein things in, but it was utterly futile.

The chaos was too deep—no sooner had they suppressed a few small gangs than fights erupted in the next streets over.

In the end, it took the intervention of multiple powers from the Inner City to barely stabilize the situation.

The prosperity and luxury of the Inner City were built on the foundation of the Outer City.

If the Outer City fell into too much turmoil, the Inner City would be affected too, forcing them to step in.

The White River Gang, on the other hand, seized the chance to claim plenty of territory and expand their influence.

At the Qin Manor, Qian Hai had recruited five young men from the martial arts school, temporarily solving the manpower shortage.

Qin Yang remained the same as ever, spending his days in bitter cultivation at the estate.

This day.

Xiao Huan sat bored in the Small Courtyard, dozing off.

Over the past few days, Qin Yang had been training in his room, not even stepping out the door.

Aside from bringing him meals, Xiao Huan had nothing to do.

"Young Master sure can endure."

"So many days without leaving the room."

Xiao Huan muttered drowsily.

Inside the room.

Qin Yang sat cross-legged, his blood energy surging rapidly within him, churning like crashing waves.

Whoosh~~~

His blood energy roared like a tide, scouring his skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and Internal Organs.

After one full cycle, it gathered in his kidneys, then spread out again.

From within his body came the sound of layer upon layer of raging waves.

One layer.

Three layers.

Six layers.

At eight layers, it still didn't stop—the surging grew even more violent and tumultuous.

Qin Yang felt his entire body trembling.

The ninth layer of blood waves was too ferocious, as if it would tear apart all his flesh, tendons, and bones.

His face even took on an eerie blood-red hue, dense blood vessels spreading across his skin.

Blood seeped from his nose and ears.

Yet Qin Yang sat like an old monk in Zen Meditation, showing no trace of pain or agony.

He was in a state of deep mental focus, completely undisturbed by the outside world.

Finally.

When the ninth wave ended.

Qin Yang slowly opened his eyes.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Perfection (Zen Meditation)

Azure Wave Blood Transference Method: Perfection (Rushing Rivers Return to the Sea)

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

Primordial Qi Shield: Fifth Layer (23/1000)

"Finally perfected!"

Qin Yang's expression lit up with joy.

He tried to slowly calm his blood energy.

But to his surprise, his blood energy moved on its own, as if it had gained a will of its own, circulating automatically through his body.

And it was flowing along the meridian pathways of the Azure Wave Blood Transference Art.

The qi and blood consumed during the breakthrough were rapidly recovering.

"Could it be..."

Qin Yang turned his gaze to the ability formed after mastering the Azure Wave Blood Transference Method.

Rushing Rivers Return to the Sea: Qi and blood within the body surge like waves, endlessly cycling, greatly increasing recovery speed.

"Endlessly cycling... Could I have become the legendary Perpetual Motion Machine?"

Qin Yang chuckled, rising from the bed.

He quickly adapted to his post-breakthrough state.

He discovered that the wonder of the endless surge was far from simple.

Some minor injuries from his breakthrough were being swiftly repaired by his qi and blood.

Clearly, Rushing Rivers Return to the Sea also enhanced injury recovery speed.

"Blood Moving perfected—next step is Qi Gathering."

"Too bad I still have no leads on a Qi Gathering Cultivation Method."

Qin Yang's eyes flickered.

These past days, he'd had Uncle Qian search for him, but there was still no clue.

Qi Gathering Cultivation Methods were all hoarded by various powers, rarely appearing on the market.

Even the martial halls didn't have them.

The martial halls in the city only taught up to Blood Moving Cultivation Methods; nothing beyond that.

"Looks like I'll have to search in a bigger city."

"Too bad, with Linjiang City's current situation, I can't get away."

Qin Yang sighed softly.

Right now, Linjiang City was a web of intrigue and undercurrents.

No one knew what might happen at any moment.

Naturally, Qin Yang didn't dare leave.

"Young Master. Young Master Zhao is here to see you."

Xiao Huan's crisp voice rang out.

"Young Master Zhao?"

Qin Yang pushed open the door and asked in confusion, "Is it Zhao He?"

"That's right." Xiao Huan nodded.

"He's probably dragging me off to listen to tunes at the brothel again."

"Turn him down for me."

Qin Yang shook his head.

That Zhao He was one of his former hooligan friends.

"He seems to have some urgent business with you—not that kind of place."

Xiao Huan's pretty face flushed.

"Urgent business?"

Hearing this, Qin Yang finally left the room and headed for the hall.

There, a dashing white-robed young man had been waiting for some time.

It was Zhao He, son of Zhao Wanhai, the head of a powerful clan in the Inner City.

Unfortunately, Zhao He was born poorly—just a bastard son of Zhao Wanhai, with no standing in the family, spending his days carousing with Qin Yang and the others.

"Zhao He, what wind blows you here?"

Qin Yang teased with a smile.

In his memory, this Young Master Zhao was a true libertine, never found anywhere but a brothel or a tavern.

Zhao He stared at Qin Yang, who stood a head taller with a robust, powerful build, utterly dumbfounded.

"Qin Yang... you..."

"Li Baling told me about your changes before, and I thought he was joking."

"I didn't expect it was all true."

Zhao He was filled with shock.

If he hadn't spent so much time carousing with Qin Yang, he wouldn't have recognized him.

It wasn't just the physique—it was the aura about him.

His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were completely different from before.

"Alright, what did you come to see me about this time?"

Qin Yang asked curiously.

Zhao He might be a bastard son, but ordinary people wouldn't dare provoke him either.

"I heard that Li Baling kid got into trouble."

"I want to go check on him with you."

Zhao He said seriously.

"Li Baling?"

"He seemed perfectly fine on Qing Tian Festival."

"What happened?"

Qin Yang was taken aback.

"I heard he caught some strange illness."

"I'm not sure of the details either. Let's go see first."

"Are you coming?"

Zhao He asked.

"I'm coming." Qin Yang didn't hesitate.

Li Baling had helped him before. By both reason and sentiment, it wouldn't be right not to go.

He called Xiao Huan to fetch some tonics, packed them in gift boxes, and then left the mansion with Zhao He.

Li Baling had moved into the Inner City, and Qin Yang had no idea where—he relied entirely on Zhao He to lead the way.

The Inner City appeared more prosperous and stable.

Jade shops, money houses, wine stores, tea houses—all kinds of businesses lined the streets.

The main avenue bustled with traffic, and the common folk were noticeably better dressed. Most wore long robes with ruddy complexions.

Various grand mansions and courtyards dotted the area like a maze.

"The Outer City is in such chaos, yet the Inner City remains so peaceful."

"It's hard to believe this is all within the same city."

Qin Yang said indifferently.