Trouble

Seven days later.

Qin Yang got up early as usual.

The moment he pushed open the door, a chill blew straight into his face.

"The temperature dropped again."

Qin Yang wore a thin Martial Arts uniform, yet he did not feel cold.

He was now brimming with youthful vigor. With a slight circulation of his blood and qi, he could dispel the chill.

Just as he was about to practice martial arts,

Qian Hai walked into the small courtyard with a gloomy expression.

"Uncle Qian, what happened?"

Qin Yang asked curiously.

Under normal circumstances, Qian Hai would not come to his courtyard unless something had happened.

"Young Master... you..."

Qian Hai looked at Qin Yang before him, unable to say what he had intended to say.

The former Qin Yang had been of average height and weak blood and qi. Even speaking had left him breathless; one glance was enough to tell he was a pampered young master too weak to truss a chicken.

Yet in less than a month,

Qin Yang's frame had clearly grown much larger. His complexion was rosy with blood and qi, and even his voice had become loud and powerful.

"Young Master, have you been practicing boxing this past month?" Qian Hai could not help asking.

"Yes, I've been practicing boxing in the courtyard the whole time." Qin Yang knew he could not keep it hidden any longer. The changes in his build were simply too great.

A trace of shame flashed through Qian Hai's eyes. He knew that he had misunderstood Qin Yang all along.

But he still said, "Why didn't you ask me to guide you? Cultivating alone without a master's guidance is dangerous."

"I was just practicing casually. I didn't want to disturb Uncle Qian's own cultivation."

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

Qin Yang quickly steered the conversation back.

"Young Master... according to the master's itinerary, he should have returned two days ago."

"But even today, he still hasn't returned, nor has he sent anyone with a message."

Remembering the important matter, Qian Hai's expression turned grave.

"That's right. Counting the days, Father should have returned by now."

"Could some accident have delayed him?" Qin Yang frowned.

The reason he could cultivate in such a carefree environment today was entirely because Qin Dongsheng had carved it out for him.

In other words, Qin Dongsheng was the pillar holding up the Qin Family.

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

"I don't know." Qian Hai shook his head and sighed.

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

"Keep things as secret as possible on our side. We can't let outsiders find out."

Qin Yang said in a low voice.

These were not peaceful times. Once news of Qin Dongsheng's disappearance leaked out,

some forces would come sniffing after the scent.

The Qin Family might not count as a prominent clan in Linjiang City, but it did possess some modest assets, naturally drawing covetous and malicious eyes.

Qian Hai looked at Qin Yang in surprise.

He had not expected Qin Yang to be so decisive.

It seemed that after practicing boxing these past days, the young master's courage had grown considerably as well.

"This old man will make the arrangements at once."

Qian Hai nodded.

Qin Yang took a deep breath.

"Sure enough... only my own fists are truly dependable."

After learning that Qin Dongsheng might have met with trouble, Qin Yang's desire to grow stronger became even more urgent.

Another three days passed.

Qin Dongsheng still had not returned.

This matter could finally no longer be concealed, stirring up some unrest within Qin Manor.

Fortunately, with Qian Hai, an old boxing master, holding the fort, things could still be suppressed for the time being. Yet people's hearts inevitably began to waver.

Within the small courtyard,

Qin Yang wore a black Martial Arts uniform. Every muscle in his body quivered subtly, gathering a fierce force of the fist that coursed throughout his body.

He stood tall and straight, his left hand resting at his waist as his right hand clenched into a fist and struck out.

This was the opening stance of Arhat Fist.

The next moment,

the wind of his fist began to howl wildly.

Qin Yang went from stillness to movement in a single instant.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~

Every punch Qin Yang threw now carried the flavor of pure yang vigor. He truly resembled a Demon-Subduing Arhat, the fierce wind of his fists compressing the air and stirring up every fallen leaf.

In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea,

Qin Yang finished a full set of Arhat Fist.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Minor Accomplishment (680/800)

"Only 120 left. In about two days, I should be able to cultivate Arhat Fist to great accomplishment."

After completing the set of Arhat Fist, Qin Yang had not even drawn a breath.

His physique now was as different from when he had first transmigrated as heaven was from earth.

"I must seize every moment."

"Father has been gone without news for so long. I'm afraid something really has happened."

Just as he was about to continue cultivating,

Guard Sun Erhu ran over swiftly, his expression panicked. "Young Master, people from the Twin Snake Gang are causing trouble at Laifu Restaurant!"

"The Twin Snake Gang? Does Uncle Qian know?"

Qin Yang frowned slightly.

He had heard of the Twin Snake Gang. It was a notorious gang in the city, specializing in theft and robbery.

"People from the Twin Snake Gang started causing trouble at the herb shop half an hour ago. Chief Qian has already taken people there first!"

Sun Erhu said urgently.

The Qin Family had three businesses in Linjiang City.

Two herb shops and one restaurant.

"I didn't expect them to come knocking so quickly."

Qin Yang gave a cold snort.

Those who came were not kind, and those who were kind would not come.

The Twin Snake Gang had sent people to make trouble twice in a row. Naturally, it could not be a coincidence.

Someone must have leaked the news of Qin Dongsheng's disappearance.

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

"There are four guards left, including me."

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

Sun Erhu replied quickly.

"Call them and come with me. We'll go to Laifu Restaurant first."

Qin Yang strode out of the courtyard.

Sun Erhu froze. "Young Master, the Twin Snake Gang isn't easy to deal with. Why not let me go instead?"

Who in the manor did not know that this eldest young master, Qin Yang, had neglected his studies and martial pursuits? Going to pleasure quarters to listen to music was one thing, but facing those fierce and cunning Jianghu gangs—no matter how one looked at it, he was like a little white lamb delivered into a wolf's den.

"Enough nonsense. Go when I tell you to go!"

Qin Yang shot Sun Erhu a glare.

Practicing boxing was also practicing one's spirit.

Arhat Fist at Minor Accomplishment had made Qin Yang's Essence, Qi, and Spirit fierce and imposing.

Sun Erhu's heart was instantly cowed. He obeyed Qin Yang's words almost instinctively. "Understood!"

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

Seeing Qin Yang come out as well, their expressions turned stunned.

They had originally thought Sun Erhu had merely gone to inform Qin Yang. They had not expected this young master to come along too.

But Qin Yang strode forward with powerful momentum. The three guards did not dare say much and could only follow behind him.

More than a month after transmigrating, this was Qin Yang's first time leaving Qin Manor and stepping onto the streets of Linjiang City.

The streets were somewhat run-down. Most passersby wore hemp clothes and straw sandals, and some were even barefoot.

Before he had walked several dozen meters from Qin Manor, Qin Yang saw a corpse.

It was a beggar, dressed in rags and reduced to skin and bones. He had likely starved to death alive.

This was the sight of Linjiang Outer City.

Poverty, hunger, and chaos shrouded this place, leaving its people numb and miserable.

With no time for sentiment, Qin Yang quickened his pace.

Having inherited the former owner's memories, he naturally knew where Laifu Restaurant was.

After crossing two streets and turning into a street corner,

Qin Yang saw a dense crowd gathered before a restaurant, all kinds of noisy clamor rising without end.

"Make way!"

"Make way!"

Qin Yang forced his way through the crowd and arrived before the restaurant.

Several restaurant attendants lay on the ground with bruised and swollen faces, groaning in pain.

He had Sun Erhu help the attendants up, then walked into the restaurant himself.

Inside the restaurant hall sat seven or eight vicious-looking burly men.

Shopkeeper Hu stood to the side, forcing a careful, ingratiating smile.