Coincidence

Bam bam bam!!!

After over a dozen heavy chops, the Wild Goose Feather Saber slammed into Youlan with a crisp crack, sending iron shards flying everywhere.

Youlan howled. Both her hands had long been severed by Qin Yang. All she had left was her mouth, which she opened wide, baring sharp fangs as she lunged to bite him.

Thud!

Qin Yang punched her square in the head, flesh and blood bursting open.

"I refuse to believe I can't kill you!"

He unleashed the Arhat Fist, its momentum fierce and unmatched, each heavy blow hammering into Youlan like a storm.

His blood energy erupted violently, coiling around his fists like searing flames.

Youlan's body quickly began to smoke, thick liquid dripping from her wounds.

"Arhat Demon Subduing!"

Qin Yang gathered all his strength, his face expressionless, neither sorrow nor joy, as if the Demon-Subduing Arhat had descended into the world. He threw a punch.

Boom!

The air roared like thunder.

The terrifying, ferocious force of the punch, mixed with scorching blood energy, blasted Youlan's head apart, smashing it to pulp.

"Aaaaah!!!"

Youlan let out a wretched scream. Her body flew back like a torn rag, landing by the edge of the pond.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

"I hate this so much..."

"Why did it have to be like this?"

Her mangled, bloody face still managed to force out words.

"I don't know either."

"But everyone who harmed you is dead."

"Let go."

Qin Yang stepped forward and said flatly.

"Let go? I'll only let go when you're all dead!"

Youlan shrieked with venomous hatred, then turned into a red blur and lunged at Qin Yang again.

Boom!

Another heavy punch blasted out.

Youlan's body flew backward through the air, then suddenly dissolved into a puff of black smoke and vanished.

"Finally dead. This evil spirit was really troublesome."

Qin Yang frowned slightly.

What made this fight most difficult was the evil spirit's trait of being nearly impossible to kill.

In the end, he had to rely purely on his blood energy to suppress and destroy it.

As Youlan died, Qin Yang's ears caught a faint, seductive sound again.

"It seems these evil spirits all form some kind of barrier, cutting themselves off from the outside world."

"The barrier Youlan formed must be this courtyard."

"She probably couldn't leave this yard either. Otherwise, everyone in Huaxiang Tower would have been dead long ago."

Qin Yang kept summarizing the traits of these evil spirits.

He didn't want to linger here either. With a leap, he left Spring Orchid Courtyard directly, exiting through the back street of Huaxiang Tower.

After the fierce battle, the blood energy inside his body was still churning relentlessly, rapidly restoring his strength.

He didn't return to Qin Manor but headed toward Li Mansion instead.

Now that Youlan had been suppressed and killed by him, he wanted to see if Li Baling would still have nightmares.

Under the pitch-black night sky, the Inner City was dead silent.

Once you left places like Huaxiang Tower, the Inner City was desolate and empty after dark.

Maybe there were fewer homeless beggars on the streets.

Just as he crossed a street, he suddenly heard some strange sounds.

"Wait. Could this sound be..."

Qin Yang stopped, his ears twitching slightly as he listened carefully.

"Sea of Suffering in the Mortal World, Hell is Terrifying, cross to the other shore..."

The bizarre chanting of scriptures entered Qin Yang's ears.

"Another Other Shore Cult?"

"How did their operations spread all the way into the Inner City?"

Qin Yang's heart jolted.

The Other Shore Cult had been infiltrating the Outer City all along, even stirring up riots.

He never imagined they'd managed to worm their way into the Inner City too.

Following the sound, he quietly arrived at a certain mansion and slipped inside.

He crept up to a house where a dim, flickering lamp glowed.

Silently poking a hole through the window paper with his finger.

Inside, a Sorcerer draped in a red robe sat cross-legged on a cushion, his lips moving constantly.

Over twenty disciples knelt before the Sorcerer, chanting bizarre scriptures.

The strange incantations grated on Qin Yang's nerves, making him deeply restless.

But he could only endure in silence, stealthily pulling a face cloth from his clothes.

He carried one everywhere now, ready for whenever he needed to get things done.

About half an hour later.

The people inside finally finished their chanting.

Then the disciples rose one by one, offering money to the Sorcerer.

"As long as you keep giving to the Other Shore, you won't have to struggle in the sea of suffering," the Sorcerer said in a gentle voice.

The disciples thanked him with fervent devotion.

After muttering a few more odd phrases, they filed out.

Only then did the Sorcerer get up, calling two Other Shore Cult disciples from outside to gather the money.

He himself was holding in a piss and wanted to head to the latrine.

Stepping out of the house, he turned into a corridor.

A figure appeared silently behind him, both hands gripping a large rock, and smashed it viciously against the back of his skull.

Thump!

Like a watermelon splitting open, it burst violently.

The Sorcerer collapsed to the ground, his body twitching uncontrollably.

"Should've worn a helmet when you went to take a leak!"

Qin Yang raised the rock and slammed it down again.

Thump!

This time, the Sorcerer went completely still.

Qin Yang wasn't about to leave just yet.

He crept back to the house and crouched down.

"Strange, why hasn't the Sorcerer come back after so long?"

"I'll go check."

A Other Shore Cult disciple came out.

Qin Yang swung the rock with a brutal strike.

"What was that noise?"

Another disciple emerged to investigate. Qin Yang didn't hold back—he put his wrist into it and hurled the stone.

Thump!

The disciple's face caved in from the impact, a bloody mess, and he dropped to the ground.

After finishing off those two, Qin Yang snuck into the room and scooped up all the money.

Then he slipped out of the mansion.

"Guess you like sending cash to this young master."

Having pulled off his dirty work, Qin Yang felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him.

But after the killings, he figured it wasn't wise to head to the Li Mansion just yet. He left the Outer City first, returned to his own estate, and stashed the looted money away.

He waited until dawn.

Only then did he leave the Qin Manor and make his way toward the Li Mansion.

For Li Baling, that night might have been the best sleep of his life.

At first, he hadn't dared to close his eyes.

But ten days without sleep was truly unbearable for him, and before he knew it, he had drifted off.

When he woke, he found the sky already bright—a whole night had quietly passed.

"I... I didn't have a nightmare?!"

Li Baling's face was full of disbelief, then erupted into sheer ecstasy.

"Hahaha!!!"

"I finally stopped having nightmares!!!!"

He leaped around the room like a madman, all alone.

Soon.

Li Tong heard the commotion in the room and hurried inside.

Li Baling suddenly threw his arms around him, bursting into tears: "Dad, I finally stopped having nightmares!!"

"That's good."

"I told you, nothing bad would happen to you."

Li Tong kept soothing Li Baling, his own old face streaked with tears.

But as he spoke, he realized Li Baling had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

"This kid has really suffered these past days."

Li Tong called for a guard to carry Li Baling to bed, then stepped out of the room.

A lone figure stood quietly at the courtyard gate.

"Qin Yang, this time I owe it all to you."

"Otherwise, Baling might not have made it through."

Li Tong solemnly bowed to Qin Yang in gratitude.