Undercurrents

Two days later.

The uproar over Qin Yang's Three-Punch Kill Huang Dazhou gradually died down.

After all, both the Qin Family and the Twin Snake Gang were merely ordinary forces in Linjiang City, with clearly insufficient influence.

The truly powerful factions all had Qi Gathering Martial Artists overseeing them.

Besides, no further conflict broke out between the two sides afterward, so naturally, no one paid it any attention.

Only a few people knew that the undercurrents had long been surging. They were merely waiting for the moment they erupted.

Qin Manor's small courtyard.

Qin Yang was bare-chested, displaying nearly perfect muscles. Having lived in luxury since childhood, his skin was fair, and beneath the autumn sun, he looked like blocks of hard white jade.

"Kill!"

Qin Yang gave a low shout and immediately began practicing Arhat Fist in the small courtyard.

He had to cultivate Arhat Fist to perfection as soon as possible and temper his fist force to great accomplishment before he could cultivate the Blood Moving Cultivation Method.

Less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea later.

Qin Yang had finished one set of Arhat Fist.

Then, a faint sound like twisting ropes seemed to come from within his body. The muscles all over him began to swell, and his blood and qi abruptly boiled, making his entire body seem like a blazing furnace.

After a while, the transformation slowly came to a stop.

He swiftly opened the Proficiency Panel.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Great accomplishment (0/1000)

Arhat Fist had broken through to the great accomplishment realm!

But for Qin Yang, this was still not enough.

He was still one thousand experience points away from bringing Arhat Fist to perfection.

"I practice sixty punches each time. It'll take a little over sixteen days."

"That Mangy Snake probably won't give me that much time."

Qin Yang felt no joy at his breakthrough. His brows were tightly knitted.

He sat down on a stone stool and pondered the current situation.

"The Twin Snake Gang hasn't dared to make a move these past few days. I must have misled them into truly believing I'm a Blood Moving Martial Artist. Otherwise, they would definitely have kept probing."

"If they're holding their troops back, they're probably preparing something."

Qin Yang could smell a highly dangerous scent.

He had never believed that the Twin Snake Gang's inaction meant they intended to let him go.

If he thought so, that would be truly dangerous.

A biting poison snake never hissed.

It only watched from the shadows, waiting for the right moment before suddenly springing out and biting you.

"I still need to find a way to scare that Mangy Snake and buy myself more time."

Qin Yang's mind began to turn.

"Young Master, Young Master Li has been making a fuss outside, insisting on seeing you."

Xiao Huan suddenly walked in, looking troubled.

Qin Yang had instructed her not to disturb him unless the Twin Snake Gang came to the door.

But Li Baling had been clinging to the matter like a dog worrying a bone, and he was also Young Master's friend, so she could only come in and report it.

"Li Baling?"

Qin Yang was about to refuse when an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Bring him in at once!"

"Then keep watch in the garden. Don't let anyone enter."

Xiao Huan answered and jogged out.

Not long afterward.

Li Baling came running in with a cheeky grin.

"Qin Yang, that skinny monkey Gong Yang bullied your brother. Hurry up and stand up for me!"

The moment he entered, Li Baling threw an arm around Qin Yang's shoulders.

"How am I supposed to stand up for you?" Qin Yang glanced at Li Baling.

"You're still playing dumb with me? I already know about you killing Huang Dazhou with three punches."

"You're something else, kid. You didn't even tell your brother."

"How come I never noticed your muscles were this solid before?"

Li Baling curiously squeezed Qin Yang's muscles again.

"Later."

"Help me do something first."

Qin Yang said seriously.

Seeing how grave his expression was, Li Baling seemed to sense something.

"Hasn't the matter with the Twin Snake Gang been settled yet?"

"No wonder my father recently told me not to come looking for you."

Li Baling frowned.

"If your brother is in trouble, are you going to help or not?" Qin Yang asked.

"Bullshit. Am I, Li Baling, the kind of person who doesn't value loyalty?" Li Baling puffed out his chest.

Qin Yang nodded lightly and lowered his voice. "Do you remember Old Lin on Nansheng Street?"

"I remember. What do you need that guy for?" Li Baling found it exciting and lowered his voice as well.

"Later, you..." Qin Yang began whispering to him.

One incense stick later.

Qin Yang suddenly left Qin Manor with Xiao Huan and strolled casually through the streets.

Two figures quietly followed them.

They did not notice Li Baling silently slipping away through the back door.

The streets were still quite lively, packed with vendors and a bustling flow of people.

Qin Yang did not buy anything, wandering around like an idle street loafer.

Suddenly.

He pulled Xiao Huan and ran into an alley.

Among the crowd, two men in plain clothes changed expressions and hurriedly shoved through the crowd into the alley.

Bang!

A fist, like the striker of a great bell, carried fierce fist force as it smashed viciously into one man's head.

His nose burst beneath the punch and caved straight in. His entire body was sent flying out of the alley.

The other man's expression changed drastically as he stared in terror at the elegant young master before him.

"Why are you so afraid of me?"

"Am I really that frightening?"

Qin Yang asked with a smile.

Xiao Huan hid behind him, her eyes tightly shut, too afraid to look.

"N-No."

"Young Master Qin, I was just passing by."

The man's voice trembled.

"Passing by? Then you can only blame your bad luck. This young master is not in a very good mood right now."

Qin Yang shook his head slightly.

Bang!

A dull blast of fist wind exploded.

Another figure was violently sent flying out of the alley.

"Xiao Huan, let's go back."

"So many flies follow us even when we're just taking a stroll."

Qin Yang shook his head speechlessly.

After he and Xiao Huan returned to Qin Manor, he continued his arduous cultivation of Arhat Fist.

Another five days passed like this.

Late at night.

The large shared sleeping quarters where the Qin Manor Guards lived.

Thunderous snores filled the room.

Sun Erhu pretended to get up in the middle of the night to relieve himself and quietly left the room.

"Qin Dongsheng still hasn't appeared these past few days."

"It seems he really has gone missing."

"I should spread this news first."

Sun Erhu had just walked out of the courtyard and was about to cross the garden to leave through the back door.

"Who's there?!"

A low shout came from the darkness ahead.

Sun Erhu jumped in fright.

Qin Yang appeared before him carrying a lantern.

"Erhu?"

"Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Qin Yang asked in confusion.

"I had an urgent need to piss in the middle of the night, so I thought I'd take care of it in the garden."

Sun Erhu concealed it well.

"Isn't the latrine over there?" Qin Yang asked strangely.

"Young Master, isn't the garden a little closer? Consider it fertilizing the plants."

Sun Erhu gave an awkward laugh.

"You brat, use the latrine next time. No wonder I always thought the garden smelled of piss."

Qin Yang scolded with a smile.

"By the way, Young Master, why are you up in the middle of the night..." Sun Erhu asked curiously.

"Don't ask. Hurry back." Qin Yang's expression turned stern.

Sun Erhu did not dare ask further and took his leave.

But he did not go far. He suddenly doubled back into the garden.

He quietly followed the hazy glow ahead and, before he knew it, left the garden and arrived at Qin Manor's back gate.

"Why has Qin Yang come to the back gate in the middle of the night?" Sun Erhu frowned deeply.

He did not dare approach and could only listen from afar.

Creak—

Qin Yang opened the back gate.

From afar, Sun Erhu saw a black-clothed figure in a bamboo hat standing outside.

"No one noticed, right?" the black-clothed figure asked flatly.

"No." Qin Yang nodded.