Causing Trouble

Seven days later.

Qin Yang got up early as usual.

As soon as he pushed open the door, a chill wind hit him in the face.

"It got colder again."

Qin Yang wore only a thin Martial Arts uniform, but he didn't feel the cold.

His blood and qi were vigorous now; a slight circulation was enough to dispel the chill.

Just as he was about to start his training, Qian Hai walked into the Small Courtyard with a grim expression.

"Uncle Qian, what's wrong?"

Qin Yang asked curiously.

Normally, Qian Hai wouldn't come to this courtyard unless something was up.

"Young master. You."

Qian Hai, Gazing At Qin Yang before him, found the words stuck in his throat.

The old Qin Yang had been of average height, weak in blood and qi, and spoke with no energy—a pampered young master who couldn't even truss a chicken.

But in less than a month, Qin Yang's frame had grown noticeably larger, his complexion ruddy, and even his voice had become loud and forceful.

"Young master, have you been practicing boxing this whole month?" Qian Hai couldn't help asking.

"That's right, I've been boxing right here in the courtyard." Qin Yang knew he couldn't hide it anymore—his body had changed too much.

A flicker of shame passed through Qian Hai's eyes. He realized he'd been misunderstanding Qin Yang all along.

Still, he pressed on: "Why didn't you come to me for guidance? Training alone, without a master, is dangerous."

"I was just fooling around with it. I didn't want to interrupt your own training, Uncle Qian."

"By the way, what brought you here so early?"

Qin Yang quickly steered the conversation back.

"Young master. Going by your father's itinerary, he should have been back two days ago."

"But as of today, he still hasn't returned, and he hasn't sent any message either."

Qian Hai finally remembered the real matter, his face turning serious.

"That's right. Counting the days, Father should have come back."

"Could he have been delayed by some accident?" Qin Yang frowned.

Everything he had—this carefree training environment—was built by Qin Dongsheng.

In other words, he was the pillar of the Qin Family.

If something happened to him, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"I don't know." Qian Hai shook his head with a sigh.

"Uncle Qian, don't panic yet. First, send someone to Nanxing City to gather information."

"On our end, keep it as quiet as possible. Don't let outsiders find out."

Qin Yang said in a low voice.

These weren't peaceful times. If news of Qin Dongsheng's disappearance leaked, some factions would come sniffing around.

The Qin Family wasn't a major clan in Linjiang City, but they had some assets, which would inevitably draw malicious eyes.

Qian Hai looked at Qin Yang with some surprise.

He hadn't expected Qin Yang to be so decisive.

It seemed that these days of boxing had also sharpened the young master's courage.

"I'll make the arrangements right away."

Qian Hai nodded.

Qin Yang took a deep breath.

"As expected. Only my own fists are reliable."

After learning that Qin Dongsheng might be in trouble, Qin Yang's drive to grow stronger became even more urgent.

Another three days passed.

Qin Dongsheng still hadn't returned.

The matter could no longer be concealed, stirring ripples within the Qin Manor.

Fortunately, with the old boxer Qian Hai holding things down, it was still manageable for now—but people's hearts were starting to waver.

In the small courtyard.

Qin Yang, clad in a black martial arts uniform, felt every muscle in his body subtly ripple as he gathered a fierce, rigid fist force that coursed through him.

He stood tall and straight, left hand on his hip, right hand clenched into a fist and thrust forward.

This was the opening stance of the Arhat Fist.

The next second.

The wind from his fist howled wildly.

Qin Yang shifted from stillness to motion in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh~~~

Every punch Qin Yang threw now brimmed with a masculine, unyielding rhythm, truly like a Demon-Subduing Arhat, as the fierce fist force compressed the air, stirring up all the fallen leaves.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Qin Yang had finished a full set of the Arhat Fist.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Minor Accomplishment (680/800)

"Just 120 points left—about two days' time—and I should be able to train the Arhat Fist to Great Accomplishment."

After finishing the set, Qin Yang wasn't even out of breath.

His current physique was worlds apart from when he first transmigrated.

"I have to hurry."

"Father has been gone so long without any news—something must have really gone wrong."

Just as he was about to resume training.

The guard Sun Erhu rushed over, panic written on his face: "Young master, the Twin Snake Gang is causing trouble at Laifu Restaurant!"

"Does Uncle Qian from the Twin Snake Gang know about this?"

Qin Yang frowned slightly.

He had heard of the Twin Snake Gang—a notorious gang in the city that specialized in theft and robbery.

"Half an hour ago, some Twin Snake Gang members were stirring up trouble at the herb shop. Chief Qian has already taken people over there!"

Sun Erhu said urgently.

The Qin Family had three properties in Linjiang City.

Two herb shops and one restaurant.

"Didn't expect them to come knocking so soon."

Qin Yang gave a cold snort.

Those who come with ill intent are never well-meaning.

The Twin Snake Gang sending people to cause trouble one after another couldn't be a coincidence.

It had to mean that news of Qin Dongsheng's disappearance had leaked.

"How many people are left in the manor?" Qin Yang asked.

"Counting me, there are four guards left."

"I've also sent someone to notify Uncle Qian."

Sun Erhu answered quickly.

"Call the men and follow me. We're heading to Laifu Restaurant first."

Qin Yang strode out of the courtyard with long, determined steps.

Sun Erhu froze for a moment: "Young master, the Twin Snake Gang isn't easy to deal with. Maybe I should go alone?"

Everyone in the manor knew that the eldest young master, Qin Yang, was a good-for-nothing—fine for listening to tunes in the pleasure houses, but facing those vicious, cunning Jianghu gangs? It was like sending a lamb into a wolf's den.

"Stop blabbering. I said go, so go!"

Qin Yang shot Sun Erhu a glare.

Practicing the fist also forged the spirit.

The Minor Accomplishment of the Arhat Fist had made Qin Yang's Essence, Qi, and Spirit fierce and commanding.

Sun Erhu's heart was instantly cowed, and he subconsciously obeyed: "Understood!"

The other three guards were already gathered at the entrance of Qin Manor.

Seeing Qin Yang come out too, they looked stunned.

They had thought Sun Erhu was just going to inform Qin Yang, never expecting the young master to tag along.

But Qin Yang walked with purpose and presence, and the three guards dared not say a word, simply falling in behind him.

In the month and more since his transmigration, this was Qin Yang's first time stepping out of Qin Manor and onto the streets of Linjiang City.

The streets were somewhat dilapidated, with most passersby dressed in hemp clothes and straw sandals—some even barefoot.

Before he had even walked a few dozen meters from Qin Manor, Qin Yang spotted a corpse.

It was a beggar, tattered and Emaciated, likely starved to death.

This was the scene of Linjiang Outer City.

Poverty, hunger, and chaos shrouded the place, numbing the common folk to misery.

Without time to dwell on it, Qin Yang quickened his pace.

Thanks to his inherited memories, he naturally knew where Laifu Restaurant was.

Crossing two main streets, he turned into an alley.

There, he saw a bustling crowd gathered in front of a restaurant, a cacophony of noise rising from it.

"Move aside!"

"Move aside!"

Qin Yang shoved through the crowd and arrived at the restaurant's entrance.

Several restaurant attendants lay on the ground, bruised and groaning.

He told Sun Erhu to help them up, then stepped inside himself.

Inside the main hall, seven or eight fierce-looking men were seated.

Shopkeeper Hu of the restaurant stood nearby, smiling nervously.