The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 36 Returning Home and Ambush

【Master of Blessed Land (Gray) - First Step on the Stage: Hong Yuan (18)】

[Body Constitution: 5/100]

Comprehension: 6/100

[Talent: Qi flows through the entire body, and vision is clear and penetrating]

Hong Yuan raised an eyebrow and immediately noticed the change in the information bar, but his attention first fell on [Qi Circulation Through the Body].

One of the effects of the "Qi Circulation Through the Body" skill is that it accelerates the recovery from bodily injuries. Even if I accidentally damage my internal organs while attempting to use subtle-level internal energy, I can recover thanks to this talent.

Moreover, given his own strong constitution, which benefits his limbs, bones, and internal organs, there's no reason not to conduct some experiments.

Hong Yuan wasn't going to rush things and expect to achieve everything at once; he would take it slow and try things out gradually.

Even if there was some backlash at the beginning, it's uncertain whether it could harm him. Even if it did, there was always the [Qi Circulating Through the Hundred Bones] as a backup plan.

It doesn't matter if you don't have the secret method.

All subtle variations in force are merely derivatives of the interplay of hardness and softness.

The combination of strength and flexibility is the rudimentary form.

Martial arts didn't exist from the beginning; there were always predecessors who paved the way.

If others can do it, so can he.

It wasn't that Hong Yuan was blindly confident.

He was, after all, a proper university student; his comprehension, if not top-notch, was at least above average.

On this basis, six more strands of enlightenment were added, and he felt his mind becoming clearer and more lucid, especially in martial arts, as if he had opened a spiritual aperture.

Combining the notes left by Master Li, a multitude of ingenious ideas about the application of internal force emerged.

Even, thinking about the eddy currents I encountered underwater, I vaguely had some ideas about developing spiral force.

No rush.

Hong Yuan suppressed this thought, and then an idea popped into his head.

Swish!
His consciousness instantly entered that gray-white space.

The vast white square was surrounded by a thick white mist, as if layers of shackles had sealed off this place.

The gray-white stone gate directly in front of them stood firm and unmoving.

Nine steps extend downwards.

Hong Yuan re-entered this space because he discovered that the original suffix "beyond the gate" of the [Blessed Land Daoist Master] had now changed to "first step onto the stage".

Without much thought, Hong Yuan stepped onto the stairs.

Each step was as tall as a person. Hong Yuan lightly leaped up with his toes and stood on the first step.

He checked the changes in his personal information.

Nothing has changed.

Hong Yuan had originally hoped that there might be some reward after going on stage, but it seems he was overthinking it.

Reaching out to touch the second step, I could vaguely feel some resistance. Remembering how I was thrown off the first time, but since it didn't hurt, I immediately went up to it.

Bang!
On the banks of the great river, Hong Yuan murmured to himself, "As expected, force won't work. We still have to win hearts and minds, and reach the top with both power and force."

With a turn, Hong Yuan unleashed his power, propelling himself like a slingshot, covering several meters in the blink of an eye, and once again heading towards Qingxu County.

After the imperial court abolished the imperial examinations, Hong Yuan lost his reliance on the students of Qingxu Academy, and the yamen runners and local thugs came to his door to coerce him.

Leaving aside the yamen runners, Hong Yuan knew that those local thugs and ruffians were acting on the orders of several wealthy families, eyeing his land and house.

It might even include himself.

Later, it was his second uncle who secretly intervened. Although Hong Yuan handed over all his family's wealth, he was still able to stay in two tiled houses in Shiban Lane.

Hong Yuan didn't have time to settle accounts with each of these people; there were too many of them, and it would take a lot of time to find them all.

Therefore, his second request to the county constable was to get rid of these people for him.

Hong Yuan's father was merely a scholar, and his family's wealth was only relative to ordinary people. In Zhang County Magistrate's eyes, the so-called "wealthy families" who coveted his property were nothing more than ants that could be crushed at any moment. Before dealing with the threat posed by Hong Yuan, he probably wouldn't mind venting his anger on these people.

As for Hong Yuan's true identity, he didn't even bother to conceal his face this time, so how could County Magistrate Zhang not find out?

However, there was nothing to be afraid of. The more Hong Yuan understood the makeshift organization that was Dayin, the more speechless he became, and his actions became more unrestrained.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Hong Yuan again bypassed the main gate and entered the city without alerting the guards on the city wall.

At Guilingzhuang, perhaps County Magistrate Zhang was still cleaning up the mess and suppressing the guests, so the news of the Huang family's upheaval had not yet spread.

As noon approached, the county town remained bustling with activity.

Hong Yuan headed towards Shiban Alley.

The reason he went 'home' was because he had been missing for half a month. If his second uncle returned during this time, he might leave him some information.

His second uncle was quite mysterious and did not own a house in Qingxu County.

However, Second Uncle was already married and even had a son and a daughter, who were a few years younger than Hong Yuan.

Several years ago, when Hong Yuan's father was still alive, his second uncle brought his two younger siblings back home once. He only saw them once, and his memory of it is now hazy.

Compared to Rongqing Lane, where gentry and wealthy families gathered, Shiban Lane was muddy, filled with a stench of decay, and its dark corners reeked of excrement and urine.

The low, dilapidated houses stood side by side, yet quite a few people lived there.

Hong Yuan's arrival attracted a lot of attention.

The original owner was handsome and refined, and was once a promising student at Qingxu Academy. He also killed and crippled many hooligans because his second uncle stood up for him.

Therefore, its fame in Shiban Lane is well-known.

In just half a month, he has been completely transformed, shedding his former weak and bookish demeanor. Now he is strong and muscular, walking with a powerful stride and an imposing presence.

Even if some people felt he looked familiar, they hesitated and dared not look him in the eye.

It wasn't until he reached the end of the stone-paved alley, at the door of his house—two tiled rooms under an old elm tree—that some people stared at his retreating figure with suspicion.

But no one stepped forward to speak. Firstly, Hong Yuan had been waging a series of killings recently, so he himself couldn't feel it. However, these ordinary people at the bottom of society lived cautiously every day, and were trembling at the slightest disturbance. They could vaguely sense a hint of terror.

Secondly—

When Hong Yuan reached the old elm tree, he paused slightly and frowned gently.

Immediately afterwards, creaking sounds rang out one after another, and more than twenty fierce-looking men rushed out of Hong Yuan's two tiled houses and several other rooms on the left and right, quickly separating and blocking Hong Yuan's escape routes in all directions.

The group of men were all strong and muscular, dressed in gray-black shirts, and carrying weapons such as sticks and knives. They grinned menacingly as they surrounded the group.

As they appeared, a series of chaotic footsteps echoed through the stone-paved alley. The residents quickly retreated into their homes, closing doors and windows, barely daring to breathe.

"Is this the kid?" The scarred-faced man at the head of the group stared at Hong Yuan suspiciously. "Wasn't he supposed to be a scholar?"

“That’s him!” Another man with triangular eyes chimed in, “He’s a scholar, but he’s also a martial arts expert. Otherwise, how could he have injured the mistress’s men and let him escape? Be careful, don’t let him get away again, or we’ll have trouble explaining to the mistress.”

Upon hearing this, the scarred man tightened his grip on the steel knife he was holding, looked at Hong Yuan, and sneered, "Kid, are you going to surrender on your own, or are we going to knock you out and carry you away? I advise you not to ask for trouble!"

From just these few words, Hong Yuan already knew the background of this group of people; they were naturally people sent by Wei Zhenzhu.

Only Wei Zhenzhu could arrange for people to ambush him at his 'home' doorstep in advance.

This is why Hong Yuan didn't sense any danger; otherwise, he wouldn't have stepped in.

Without answering, Hong Yuan glanced at the group of burly men and stepped forward.

The scarred man waved his hand: "Grab him!"

Hong Yuan moved swiftly and appeared in front of the scarred man in an instant. He kicked out suddenly, and with a crisp 'crack', the scarred man's left leg broke instantly, and he fell to the ground.

He let out a scream and fell to the ground. As he fell, the long knife in his hand flew out and was easily caught by Hong Yuan. With a backhand flick, he slit the throats of the two burly men who were wielding clubs!

Hong Yuan realized that the scarred man was the leader, so he didn't kill him for the time being. With his long sword in hand, he moved like the wind, cutting through the group of burly men who rushed at him. His sword flashed, and cold glints flickered in his eyes.

But then came the incessant cries of "Ouch! Ouch!" as one burly man after another collapsed to the ground, all of them defeated in just a dozen breaths.

The scarred man was still screaming in pain when a foot was already pressing down on the back of his head.

Where is that fat, dead pig?

(End of this chapter)