On the banks of the Luo River stood Jingshan Villa.
Several young men were drinking and making merry inside the villa.
Jiang Yang sat in a chair, gazing at the Luo River before him, a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
Several hundred years had passed since his return from the Demon Realm.
During this time, Jiang Yang had traveled throughout Ten Thousand Li Rivers and Mountains.
He had served as a general and led troops into battle.
He had also worked as a physician, treating illnesses and saving lives.
He had tried his hand at some of the professions of the Han Dynasty.
Finally, as troubled times came, he built a villa on Jingshan, where he farmed, admired the scenery, and read books of the Han Dynasty along the way.
Of these, books on Confucian learning were the most numerous in the Han Dynasty. He read often, and gradually his reputation spread far and wide.
Many renowned men and scholars came after hearing of him, seeking him out to discuss the meanings of the classics and literary works, which had a charm all its own.
Amid these troubled times, petty villains, mountain bandits, and river pirates also coveted the villa's wealth and sought to prey on Jiang Yang.
But how could mortals match the power of a god?
Jiang Yang mounted his warhorse, leveled his long lance, and slew every invading enemy.
Accomplished in both civil and martial pursuits, his formidable reputation spread far and wide.
Thus, large numbers of common people moved here, seeking the protection of Jiang Yang's Jingshan Villa.
Jiang Yang turned none of them away.
Though he never spoke of protecting them or showed them goodwill, whenever roving bandits invaded, he silently swept them away.
Nor did he ever answer the imperial court's summons, remaining