The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 45 In Lan Yue Garden, people gathered in droves (5k)

A sharp wind swept through, causing Hong Yuan's robes to flutter loudly.

His long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, letting the strong wind tousle it.

He held a green gourd in his palm, slowly drank the last mouthful of wine, tossed the gourd aside, and gazed into the distance.

He had now left Black Iron Town and stood on a high hill where the mountain wind was howling.

Looking out, about three or four miles away, lies the Lanyue Garden.

Lanyue Garden is located 30 li east of Linjiang Prefecture, backed by Cuiping Mountain and adjacent to the confluence of the Yudai River and the Longji River.

Unfortunately, the courtyard is surrounded by a cluster of trees with towering canopies, which shade most of the garden, leaving only a glimpse of the flying eaves, brackets, and staggered pavilions.

Only the clamor of voices carried on the wind could be heard, letting one know that the vast garden must be bustling with activity at this moment.

Hong Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked to his side.

On a large blue stone stood a long spear, entirely silver-white, its blade gleaming with a cold, piercing light under the glow of the sun.

The spearhead plunged straight into the bluestone, yet not a single stone chip was ejected around it, as if it had pierced through the rotten soil.

Hong Yuan reached out and touched the gun barrel with his five fingers, immediately feeling the delicate frosted texture.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the gun barrel is covered with layers of undulating cloud-like patterns.

Hong Yuan suddenly pulled, and as his force passed, the sound of the stone shattering rang out, as if a piece of cloth had been torn apart. A long gash appeared on the surface of the large blue stone.

Spear in hand!

The weapon, weighing over fifty pounds, felt as light as a feather in Hong Yuan's hands. With a casual flick of his wrist, it produced bursts of spear flowers.

Compared to the silver-white body of the spear, the tip was a dark, blood-red color.

Perhaps it's because of the unfilial son.

Although Hong Yuan stated that the matter was settled.

However, Xu Jingren and Ou Zhenyun were afraid that his anger had not subsided and that he was only temporarily holding back. So they worked day and night, making the master craftsmen in the workshop work overtime. As a result, the 'Deadly Throat-Locking Spear' was forged a few days ahead of schedule.

The task was completed in nine days.

Although the time was ahead of schedule, the gun itself had no rough feel; every detail showed signs of meticulous polishing.

Hong Yuan ran his fingers over the gun. This gun was divided into two parts, which could be disassembled into a short stick and a short gun!
The middle section is connected by a threaded interface and a flexible locking tenon.

Hong Yuan's fingertips swept across the surface, finding a slight protrusion in the middle. He then pressed it gently, and with a crisp "ding," the latch instantly sank into the gun barrel.

Hong Yuan's hand gripping the gun moved, and a trembling force surged forth. The lower part of the gun remained still, while the upper part spun rapidly, suddenly separating. Just as it was about to shoot out, it was caught in Hong Yuan's other hand.

Hong Yuan's understanding and development of the 'spiral force' was only in its rudimentary form. It was somewhat forced to use in combat, but it was perfectly suited for disassembling and assembling spears, and the speed was incredibly fast.

Of course, this kind of treatment will cause it to wear out very quickly, and this 'treasure weapon' cast from cloud-patterned iron will probably be worn out sooner or later.

Hong Yuan didn't care much; using guns was just a transitional phase for him!
Wrap the short stick and short gun in a piece of cloth, Hong Yuan picked them up with one hand, and leaped down the hillside against the howling cold wind.

On the steep mountainside, he moved like a nimble ape, leaping and bounding as if walking on flat ground, reaching the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the surging waves, the Jade Belt River, seven or eight zhang wide, blocked their path.

Whether upstream or downstream, there are relatively narrow sections of the river, but Hong Yuan never stopped moving, rushing like the wind, and in a flash, he climbed onto a thick tree on the bank.

boom!
A thick section of tree trunk was suddenly severed by Hong Yuan's palm strike, and then propelled by his palm force, it shot 'whoosh' into the center of the river.

Hong Yuan paused, and a surge of powerful energy propelled him forward, launching him into the air from a tree branch three or four zhang high.

In a flash, it landed on a tree trunk in the river.

The tree trunk suddenly sank down, and the river water surged all around. Hong Yuan bent down again, leaped up, and landed on the bank.

The figure moved swiftly, heading straight towards Lanyue Garden.

In those nine days, Hong Yuan was truly busy. Besides accomplishing one major task after another in Linjiang Prefecture, he also visited Lanyue Garden twice.

He simply didn't go inside on those two occasions.

Originally, Hong Yuan's initial idea was to find out Wei Zhenzhu's movements. He didn't necessarily have to go into Lan Yue Garden in person; he could also ambush her on her way out when the so-called "Heroes' Arena" ended.

However, times have changed.

At that time, he had just fought a battle at the Huang residence and was unclear about his own position.

Now, having fought against many martial artists and absorbed the essence of their skills, my own technique, physique, and spirit have all improved by more than one level.
He slaughtered so many people in Linjiang Prefecture that the corpses were strewn everywhere. Now he's just killing Wei Zhenzhu. Does he need to avoid his sharp edge?

Then wasn't his cultivation over the past half month a complete waste?

The next steps are simple.

Upon entering Lanyue Garden, they located Wei Zhenzhu.

He didn't come; I'll continue to gather information.

They're here! Kill her!

Anyone who dares to stop him from killing will be killed as well.

The Heroes' Arena in Lanyue Garden was initiated by more than a dozen prestigious families in Linjiang Prefecture. Every year when the arena is held, it attracts the participation of many gentry, wealthy families, and powerful nobles. Among them are many martial artists and experts. So what?
Wasn't Wei Zhenzhu from a powerful family?
Not to mention her husband, who held the position of Salt and Iron Judge, Wei Zhenzhu was also a member of the Wei family.

The Wei family is one of the most powerful and influential families in the prefecture!
Although everyone says that Wei Zhenzhu is a disgrace to the Wei family, and the Wei family members don't even allow her to set foot in the prefectural city, for a large family, they can curse each other, but if an outsider kills one of their own, isn't that disrespecting them?
Hong Yuan didn't care about the Wei family, let alone the rest.

In no time, Hong Yuan moved like a snake through the jungle, and the vast courtyard area of ​​Lan Yue Garden appeared before him.

at the same time.

The Lanyue Garden was bustling with activity and noise.

The Lanyue Garden is divided into inner and outer sections. The outermost section is surrounded by numerous pavilions and towers, and within it is a vast martial arts arena with seven arenas, which still appears spacious.

Surrounding these seven arenas, wooden viewing booths have been built, each one exquisitely decorated. At a glance, there are probably over a hundred of them.

Each viewing booth was already filled with people, all prominent figures from the twelve counties of Linjiang Prefecture. They were either gentry, wealthy families, local strongmen, or gang leaders. With their guards and attendants, the total number of people gathered together was probably over a thousand.

Inside the viewing pavilion, there was naturally plenty of tea and snacks, and young maids arranged by Lan Yue Garden were there to serve them attentively. If these important figures had any desires, they could be manipulated at will, indulging in debauchery during the day.

But at this moment, these people had no such thoughts. They all stared intently at the arena stages, shouting repeatedly.

In the martial arts arena, martial artists faced off on each stage.

Some were still testing each other, while others had already exchanged blows and engaged in combat, and the rings of intense metal clanging resounded from some of the arenas.

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out from one of the arena stages.

A martial artist had his arm torn off. His opponent was a burly man with slightly graying temples and a bushy beard, panting heavily. His hands, like hooks, gripped the severed arm, and with another sweeping kick, he knocked his enemy off the stage.

Cheers and curses erupted simultaneously from all around.

"it is good!"

"Excellent skill, deserves a reward!"

"Haha, I've made at least three thousand taels in this round!"

"You piece of trash, what a useless piece of trash! You dare to call yourself a 'mountain-splitter'? You can't even beat an old man. What a load of crap! You might as well change your name to 'wet nurse'!"

"It can't be changed, he doesn't even have hands anymore!"

"That bastard made me lose eight hundred taels of silver!"

"Heh, you dare to boast about a mere eight hundred taels? You think you're worthy to sit at the same table as me? I lost a shop in the county center!" "What's this old man's name?"

"His name seems to be Yang Erhu, a martial arts school owner. He seems to have won three matches already, so he should be able to enter the inner arena for the competition!"

"Not only that, we've already won four games! As for the inner area, I wonder when I, Li, will be able to go in and have a look."

"Hehe! Only truly important people can enter the inner circle. You can't even imagine how big their bets are. With your wealth, you're not qualified to participate in the gambling."

Inside the tent, the powerful figures, some dressed in splendid and dazzling attire, others in understated luxury, seemed to have shed their usual facades. Some were laughing maniacally, while others were cursing and swearing, their spittle flying everywhere!

Yang Erhu's chest heaved as he leaped off the stage, silently watching his opponent, whose arm he had torn apart, was bleeding profusely and who was dying from the pain.

This "Mountain-Splitter" has similar martial arts skills to him, but is more than ten years younger. He shows no mercy when he strikes, and if he is not careful, he will be the one lying on the ground.

I couldn't help but sigh.

Then a smiling, withered old man approached and bowed, saying, "Congratulations, Master Yang, you are truly vigorous and healthy. You have impressed me greatly."

Yang Erhu turned his gaze to the gaunt old man, his face extremely cold and hard: "Old Jia, where is the person I want to see?"

"Don't worry, Master Yang, we're taking good care of Mr. Qin," Old Jia said with a smile.

Yang Erhu only wanted to punch the other man in the face and smash his old face to pieces.

This old man Jia was naturally a subordinate of the Dragon King Society.

Not long after Hong Yuangang left the martial arts school that day, Old Man Jia came to visit again. He had actually captured Master Qin and was using Master Qin to blackmail Yang Erhu into fighting for the Dragon King Association.

Yang Erhu, out of consideration for Master Qin, had no choice but to comply.

However, Yang Erhu was not a pedantic person. He verbally agreed, but secretly harbored the idea of ​​rescuing her.

However, since the Dragon King Society had funded Yang Erhu's attack on 'Biwu Wonderland', they were naturally very wary of him. He was constantly under surveillance, which made him increasingly resentful. In addition, the repeated life-and-death battles had taken a toll on his mental and physical strength, causing his once black hair to turn quite a bit white.

"You promised that if I win four matches, you would let me meet Master Qin?" Yang Erhu said in a deep voice.

"Hehe! How can a mere competition in the outer arena demonstrate Master Yang's skills? Young Master Hua has spoken, so Master Yang should enter the inner arena. If you win just one match this time, not only will you be able to meet Master Qin, but you can also take him away!"

Old Jia laughed.

Upon hearing this, Yang Erhu showed no joy. Instead, his heart sank. After a moment of silence, he coldly said, "Let me see the person first!"

Old Jia shook his head, his wrinkled old face resolute: "If Master Yang doesn't believe me, does he not believe Young Master Hua? What kind of person is Young Master Hua? How could he deceive a nobody like you?"

Then, he sneered, "Of course, if Master Yang is dissatisfied, it's fine to kill this old man to vent my anger. Anyway, I've enjoyed myself enough in the past half month, it's worth it!"

Yang Erhu ignored Old Man Jia and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was much calmer and said in a deep voice, "I hope Young Master Hua will keep his promise."

……

"Of course I will keep my promise. Whether Yang Erhu wins or not, I will send him and his friend away together."

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the inner area was undoubtedly more exquisite and elegant, with four pavilions standing tall, each with two floors, surrounding a huge arena.

The arena was brightly lit, and two people were fighting fiercely by candlelight. The wind howled and their clothes rustled. In terms of momentum, speed and strength, they were clearly superior to those in the outer arena.

Inside the four pavilions, each floor has several side rooms, totaling forty or fifty rooms. However, not all the people are present yet; only about twenty rooms have people moving about. With the curtains lifted, many important figures are leisurely watching this life-or-death battle while sipping fine wine.

A fair-skinned, handsome young man stood in a side room, looking at the enormous figure sitting at the head of the table. His eyes twitched, feeling that even this large room was extremely crowded.

The smile on his face looked very forced.

"In that case, Madam Wei should be calmed down now, right?"

At the head of the table was a huge ball of flesh, which kept shoveling food and wine into its mouth, splashing oil and broth, making its hideous face look like a demon.

It was Wei Zhenzhu!
Two other people were serving Wei Zhenzhu.

A tall man dressed in brightly colored clothes was constantly massaging Wei Zhenzhu to soothe her breathing. He was extremely obedient and was none other than Wang Ai.

The other person, a petite woman with a face covered by a heavy veil, stood silently to the side, her eyes revealing only a pair of rather cold eyes.

The young master grinned as he looked at the woman, who was veiled and resembled a maid.

Seeing the woman's closeness with Wei Zhenzhu, he had originally planned to use his charm to seduce her and plant a spy next to Wei Zhenzhu. However, when the woman pulled off her veil and revealed her face, he was so frightened that he almost screamed.

"Get over it? It's not that easy! You've hurt me so badly, and you think you can just let it go so easily!" Wei Zhenzhu finally stopped eating, making a 'hoarse' sound in her throat, whether she was laughing or panting, it was hard to tell. Her face, which had been pierced by a hole, still had unhealed wounds, and food residue oozed out as she spoke.

The young man felt a wave of nausea.

Wei Zhenzhu's husband, Zhou Wenjie, the Salt and Iron Judge, was from the state government and was in charge of investigating the salt, iron, and tea taxes in Linjiang Prefecture.

Although the Mingzhou region is a complex place with various powerful families and nobles constantly hindering each other, collecting taxes is a common goal among the truly important figures in the prefecture.

The young master's family, the Hua family, was a major player in the salt, iron, and tea trade. Not daring to openly oppose him, they joined forces with more than a dozen other families to form the "Dragon King Society" to confront Zhou Wenjie.

Later, upon learning that Yang Erhu, Wu Duxiong, and others were investigating Qin Ziyue, the Dragon King Society decided to take advantage of the situation and make a random move to cause some trouble for Wei Zhenzhu as well.

It would have been fine if they hadn't been noticed, but somehow they slipped up and Wei Zhenzhu learned about Yang Erhu, Wu Duxiong, and others' actions, revealing that the Dragon King Society was behind it all.

The playboy changed his mind and decided to force Yang Erhu to fight in the Hero's Arena. He even arranged Yang Erhu's fate, making him die tragically in front of Wei Zhenzhu, so that the other party could vent her anger.

"Then what else does Madam Wei want?" Young Master Hua's face was stiff. In front of Wei Zhenzhu, he could no longer maintain the demeanor of a scion of a prominent family and could not laugh out loud.

Wei Zhenzhu's blood-red pupils gleamed with greed. She licked her lips and stared at Young Master Hua, "I, Wei Zhenzhu, also want to get involved in this Heroes' Arena at Lan Yue Garden."

Young Master Hua's expression turned cold, and he stopped smiling, saying indifferently, "Madam Wei, you're overthinking things. If you're still not awake, you can continue sleeping."

Among the dozen or so powerful families that initially orchestrated the Heroic Arena, the Hua family was also involved, although it was Young Master Hua's father who was in charge of managing the matter at the time.

Over the past decade or so, the original dozen or so powerful families have all been replaced, but the Hua family has remained as stable as Mount Tai, demonstrating its immense power.

"Do you want to break ties with me?" Wei Zhenzhu said sharply.

"Hehe! Madam Wei, I, Hua Feiyun, am willing to apologize out of respect for the Wei family, not because I'm afraid of you! That's all I have to say, I'll take my leave now!"

Hua Feiyun turned to leave, just as the old man Jia hurried over and reported, "Young master, Commandant Guo has arrived!"

Hua Feiyun perked up: "Commander Guo? Let's go, let's go greet him!"

Linjiang Prefecture has three military units: the White Scale Guard, the Iron Wall Guard, and the Golden Soup Camp! Each unit is led by three people: a commander and two lieutenants.
This Commandant Guo was the Left Commandant of the Golden Soup Camp, named Guo Zhen.

The reason they were able to sit in this position was because the Guo family was one of the truly powerful clans in Linjiang City.

Outside Lanyue Garden, Hong Yuan casually tossed an elderly man dressed as a gentleman into the dense forest, took his name card, and swaggered toward the gate.

In fact, although the Lanyue Garden is heavily guarded, it is not difficult to get in because there are too many people coming.

Even without a name card, one can get in if they have enough assets.

He tossed the name card to the guard on duty at the door. The guard glanced at it but did not check his identity or appearance carefully. He did not even notice the cloth that was obviously wrapped around a weapon in his hand before welcoming Hong Yuan inside.

Hong Yuanfang took a few steps, then suddenly stopped. The ground trembled, and the sound of horses' hooves rapidly approached.

He looked back and saw a middle-aged man of medium appearance, fair skin, and a very long beard riding towards him, surrounded by hundreds of armored soldiers.

His gaze was arrogant. There were still many carriages and horses entering outside Lanyue Garden, but this group of more than a hundred armored soldiers did not stop at all. In fact, the first four riders galloped out and waved their whips to drive them away.

Hong Yuan heard many well-dressed people calling out "Commander Guo," and he frowned slightly. He glanced at the middle-aged man on horseback, then turned and walked into the garden.

call!
A figure hurried by and just brushed past him; it was a fair-skinned, handsome young man.

"Um?!"

(End of this chapter)