Perfection

The moment he heard the black-clad man's voice.

Sun Erhu felt as if struck by lightning.

That voice was all too familiar.

Deep and forceful, with a hint of roughness—it was unmistakably Qin Dongsheng's voice.

"Qin Dongsheng, back already?!"

An unbelievable thought flashed through Sun Erhu's mind.

"Father."

Qin Yang's voice carried a hint of excitement.

"Mm, you've worked hard these days."

"Remember to proceed according to the original plan."

The black-clad man was very steady.

"Naturally, I know." Qin Yang nodded.

The black-clad man said no more, turned, and vanished through the doorway.

Qin Yang closed the back door again, picked up his lantern, and left.

Sun Erhu hid in the corner, clamping his hand tightly over his mouth.

He had never imagined that Qin Dongsheng hadn't disappeared at all.

And from their conversation, it seemed they had some kind of plan.

No need to guess—that plan was obviously aimed at the Twin Snake Gang.

Those two, father and son, Qin Dongsheng and Qin Yang, had truly deep schemes.

For a moment.

Sun Erhu was filled with regret. He regretted tipping off the Twin Snake Gang.

But what was done was done; he could only see this path through to the end.

Once She Qing was killed, the Twin Snake Gang would definitely sell him out.

As a traitor, he would have no place to die in peace.

Sun Erhu crouched in the grass for half an hour before climbing over the back wall and leaving.

Twin Snake Gang.

She Qing listened to Sun Erhu's report, his expression shocked.

"What! Qin Dongsheng has been back all along?!"

Sun Erhu nodded: "I didn't see him in person, but I could never mistake that voice!"

"Damn it!"

She Qing had originally planned to make a move in the next few days.

But Sun Erhu's words hit him like a bucket of cold water, dousing that thought.

A flash of malice passed through his narrow eyes.

This was a blood feud now; both sides wanted each other dead.

And She Qing wasn't about to just sit and wait for death.

"Go back to Qin Manor and see if you can find out what their so-called plan is."

"I'll lie low for now and wait for the right moment."

She Qing let out a heavy breath, his expression returning to its usual calm.

Sun Erhu hadn't wanted to go back after sneaking out tonight, but he didn't dare defy She Qing, so he braced himself and left.

The next day.

Qin Yang led Qian Hai and a group of guards, charging fiercely toward the Twin Snake Gang's stronghold.

But when they arrived, the stronghold's gates were tightly shut.

No matter how loudly Qin Yang shouted, they wouldn't open.

Helpless, Qin Yang could only take his men back.

The news quickly spread through the Twin Snake Gang's territory.

Everyone thought She Qing was afraid of Qin Yang and had chosen to shut himself in rather than fight.

Later, when the Qin family's Laifu Inn reopened, no one from the Twin Snake Gang came to cause trouble.

It seemed the matter had come to a close.

In a dim room.

She Qing was sitting cross-legged on the bed in meditation.

Creak~

Zhao Mengzhuang pushed the door open and strode in, his expression impatient: "Chief, Qin Yang has already stepped right onto our turf."

She Qing slowly opened his eyes: "No rush. This is likely Qin Dongsheng's scheme—letting Qin Yang provoke us head-on. If I make a move, Qin Dongsheng will surely follow suit. The two of them working together, my odds aren't great."

"But as long as I don't show myself, they'll have their Scruples."

Zhao Mengzhuang's face darkened: "So we're supposed to hide forever?"

She Qing gave a slight shake of his head: "What's the hurry? An opportunity will come eventually."

"Lie low for now. Read the situation before stepping in."

Only then did Zhao Mengzhuang relent.

Nightfall.

Outside Linjiang City.

"Old Lin, take this money and don't come back."

"Get as far away as you can."

Qin Yang handed a banknote to an ordinary-looking man.

"Rest assured, Young Master Qin."

"This is enough for me to retire to the countryside."

"The mountains stay green, the rivers flow forever—if fate allows, we'll meet again."

The man chuckled, tucked the banknote away, and rode off on horseback without looking back.

"Qin Yang, how did you fool the Twin Snake Gang?"

"Old Lin's ventriloquism can only mimic voices—he can't change his face."

Li Baling asked, puzzled.

Earlier, Qin Yang had him sneak out of Qin Manor to find Old Lin on Nansheng Street.

That man was something of a curiosity, skilled in vocal mimicry, able to imitate all kinds of sounds.

Li Baling arranged a room for the two to meet.

Every night, Qin Yang would go there, teaching Old Lin to imitate Qin Dongsheng's voice.

After a few nights of practice, Old Lin had it down to a lifelike perfection.

"A wise man has his tricks."

"Thanks for this. Once I've dealt with the Twin Snake Gang, I'll treat you to a month of pleasure-house tunes."

Qin Yang laughed heartily.

"Forget the cheap houses—at least take me to Huaxiang Tower in the inner city. That's the real den of delight."

Li Baling flashed a lecherous grin.

"Deal. Wait for my word."

Qin Yang clapped Li Baling on the shoulder, turned, and headed back into the city.

Li Baling watched Qin Yang's figure gradually vanish into the dark street, muttering to himself: "This Qin Yang... he's nothing like he used to be."

For the next half-month.

The Twin Snake Gang went completely underground, as if unwilling to clash with Qin Manor.

Qin Yang also holed up in the Small Courtyard, training his fists day and night.

He was more crazily focused than ever before.

He knew these tricks could only buy him time.

As long as Qin Dongsheng didn't show himself, She Qing would grow suspicious and eventually probe again.

Every day, he devoured over ten catties of meat and downed blood-replenishing medicinal broth at dawn, noon, and dusk.

Only like this could his physique withstand such extreme grinding.

That day.

The sun was setting.

Golden sunlight spilled over Qin Yang, as if coating him in a layer of gold, making his frame appear even more towering and powerful—truly like a guardian Arhat, fierce and invincible.

Just as the sun was about to dip below the horizon.

Qin Yang threw a punch.

Xiao Huan had been watching the whole time.

When Qin Yang unleashed that punch, it perfectly overlapped with the distant sun on the horizon.

Qin Yang's consciousness also blurred slightly. Within the Nether, he seemed to see a vague figure—muscular, radiating golden light—sitting cross-legged, chanting obscure scriptures.

When he snapped back to reality, he felt his blood and qi surging like a dragon, boiling and swelling without end, churning through every meridian, every shred of flesh and bone.

Muscles were constantly tearing, sinews and bones cracking and shattering, even his internal organs trembling violently.

Qin Yang clenched his teeth and endured.

In his past life, he had suffered from terminal illness, enduring bone-deep pain every single day.

It could be said that his tolerance for pain far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Xiao Huan was terrified and panicked, wanting to walk over and support Qin Yang.

"Don't—don't come near me."

"Go—go to the kitchen and boil the medicine. Hurry. Go!"

Qin Yang's face was flushed red, sweat dripping like beans.

"I'm going right now!"

Xiao Huan rushed out to the courtyard.

Qin Yang grimaced, leaning against the old tree, waiting for the restless qi and blood to settle.

After the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

Only then did Qin Yang feel his body gradually recover.

"It's finally over."

Qin Yang summoned the Proficiency Panel.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Perfection (Zen Meditation)

"This is..."

Qin Yang hadn't expected that after cultivating Arhat Fist to perfection, something new would appear.

He gently focused his mind on the two words, Zen Meditation.

Zen Meditation: Allows the mind to enter a state of deep focus, enhancing comprehension.

"I never thought that mastering a martial art to perfection could give rise to such a wondrous ability."

"It seems I've underestimated the Proficiency Panel."

Qin Yang was exceptionally delighted.

This was an unexpected bonus.

"Young master, your medicinal soup."

Xiao Huan carried a bowl of medicinal soup, running in all the way.

It was clear she was very anxious, out of breath from running.

"Alright, this young master is fine now."

Qin Yang laughed heartily. He stood up, took the bowl of medicinal soup directly, and downed it in one gulp.

Xiao Huan looked at Qin Yang like this, her little head full of confusion.

She couldn't understand how Qin Yang, who had looked half-dead just moments ago, had suddenly become lively and vigorous again.

It was truly strange.