The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 54 Before the Storm
Hong Yuanwei thought for a moment and immediately understood who he was talking about. He smiled and said, "I am faster. Please wait a moment, Master. I will go and invite my Uncle."

"However, the teacher needs to give me a token."

"Very well!" Yang Erhu gave a wry smile: "I've caused such a big trouble this time, disturbing his life as a wealthy and idle man. If I go there, I'm afraid I'll be scolded to death."

In Yang Erhu's view, Hong Yuan's killing of so many people this time was all to save him.

"I'll be right back. Please keep it for me, teacher."

A short while later, having learned the exact location, Hong Yuan didn't delay and tossed the deadly throat-locking gun into Yang Erhu's hand.

Sa!
He leaped into the air, stepped on the trunk of a large tree, and as the bark burst open, he swept out like a gust of wind, sending large swirling clumps of fallen leaves flying up from the ground.

Yang Erhu caught the gun suddenly, and his hand felt heavy. He staggered for a moment, then quickly steadied himself, gripped the silver gun tightly, and felt its heavy weight. He was moved again.

Hong Yuan dashed out of the dense forest in the blink of an eye, and could still hear the sounds coming from the direction of Lan Yue Garden.

He didn't care, and with a stomp of his foot, he burst into even greater speed, plunging headlong into the Jade Belt River instead of heading to the prefectural city.

In the blink of an eye, he washed away the blood from his body, and with a blur, he rushed straight towards Linjiang City.

He moved so fast that he became a blurry, indistinct shadow, stirring up branches, leaves, and sand, raising dust. It was only because he didn't take the official road that he was seen; otherwise, people might have mistaken him for some kind of ghost.

In no time, they had run more than twenty miles, and their clothes were no longer dripping wet, though still damp.

When they were several miles from the city, Hong Yuan slowed down and slowly recovered his strength.

Even so, the city walls came into view very quickly.

Instead of going through the city gate, Hong Yuan went around to a less guarded area. Light as a swallow, he lightly leaped up the nearly three-zhang-high city wall with a few light touches of his toes.

A gentle breeze swept through the city.

Before the news of the upheaval at Lanyue Garden reached the city, the main streets of the prefectural city were bustling with activity, with crowds of people and carriages.

Numerous merchants and travelers, swordsmen and noblemen dressed in fine clothes and haughty manners strolled among them, some in a hurry and others leisurely and carefree.

Once inside the city, under the bright sunshine, it was naturally not advisable to travel at a rapid pace.

Hong Yuan decided to walk instead of riding in a carriage, heading towards the West Market.

His cheap uncle-master's house was located in a bustling area of ​​the West Market.

As he passed a bustling restaurant, Hong Yuan caught a whiff of wine and immediately turned around and went inside.

He tossed out a silver ingot, telling the innkeeper to fetch a pot of wine, and then turned his gaze to the main hall of the restaurant.

The hall was quite lively, with a storyteller with a goatee standing on a high platform in the middle, recounting the story of the 'Flying Yaksha' causing havoc in the prefectural city.

Of course, it is a fictional story, and much of it is fabricated, portraying the "flying yaksha" as a wicked, murderous, and plundering bandit.

Hong Yuan wasn't angry; he listened with great interest to a segment of the story.

After the shopkeeper poured a pot of wine, he casually tossed some loose silver onto the table.

The storyteller, all smiles, stood up and bowed in thanks. Hong Yuan laughed heartily, took a swig of wine, and left the restaurant.

On the official road leading from Lanyue Garden to the prefectural city.

Groups of people, looking terrified, fled with all their might.

Many people were already out of breath, but they still dared not stop, as if there were evil spirits chasing them.

The group of people were scattered in various places. Most of them were wealthy people with fair skin and fine clothes, but now they were all pale and were being helped away by their attendants and guards.

Twenty or thirty armored soldiers, covered in blood and looking ashen-faced, carried Guo Zhen's body on horseback and rode towards the prefectural city.

These were the soldiers who had previously fled, and dozens more had escaped to an unknown location.

At this moment, the soldiers who had regrouped all looked as if they had lost their parents.

Do not!
It's ten times, a hundred times worse than losing your own parents!
They had already begun to regret their past cowardice, wishing they had died in battle then and there, at least their wives and children wouldn't have been implicated.

Everyone knew very well that with their commander Guo Zhen dead, the fleeing guards and even their families would not have a good end.

Fear, terror, regret... all sorts of negative emotions spread, yet they dared not not go back, for not going back would only make things worse.

If time could turn back, they would definitely, definitely...

However, when she thought of the silver light that leaped like a dragon and the man who was as powerful as a demon, an even deeper chill surged in her heart.

Having lost all courage, if given another chance, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the courage to face the other person directly.

The weather in Linjiang Prefecture can change in an instant.

Hong Yuan had just walked down a long street when large patches of dark clouds drifted in from the sky, rolling in and pressing down like ink stains.

Soon, the thick, dark color spread, and raindrops fell, pattering on the bluestone slabs, making a dense sound like popping beans.

The howling wind swept in, making the rain even more torrential.

Surrounded by crowds of people running to escape the rain, Hong Yuan bought an oil-paper umbrella, opened it, and walked on until he arrived at the West Market.

During the few days he was acting as the 'Flying Yaksha', Hong Yuan traveled to various places and became quite familiar with all parts of the prefectural city, but he still had to put in some effort to find the specific locations.

He immediately stopped a running pedestrian and asked for Yang Jinbao's address.

His martial uncle's original name wasn't this; it was only after he lost his martial arts skills and became a wealthy man that he changed his name to mean 'wealth, good fortune, and a house full of gold and jade'.

The passerby was stopped and was about to get angry, but Hong Yuan flipped his hand to reveal a silver ingot. He immediately smiled and pointed to a place where lights were still shining through the rain not far away: "Look, that house diagonally opposite 'Weicui Tower' is Master Bao's."

"You know him?"

"Haha, who on this street doesn't know Master Bao? Who doesn't know that Master Bao's favorite thing is to take beauties from brothels as concubines? He's taken no fewer than three beauties from Wei Cui Lou alone, tsk!"

The passersby winked and made faces, even though they were soaking wet and their faces were dripping with water, they still clicked their tongues in admiration and envy.

"Thank you!"

Hong Yuan thanked him, flipped his hand, and accepted the silver.

"Hey! Silver, why aren't you giving me any silver?" a passerby called out hurriedly.

"What silver? Silver is for people to show off, not for people to spend!"

Hong Yuan turned and left, and soon arrived in front of a large house. Seeing the sign above that read "Jinbao Residence", he immediately knocked on the door.

Perhaps because the rain was too loud, the gatekeeper did not hear it, so Hong Yuan immediately went back to his old ways and jumped over the courtyard wall.

They soon entered the backyard, where a lively chorus of chirping and laughter filled the air.

Hong Yuan looked up and saw that in the heavy rain, on the covered walkway, seven or eight women dressed in red and green were laughing and dodging, trying to avoid being captured by a fat middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man covered his eyes with a black cloth. Although he was fat, he was extremely agile. He would even do somersault from time to time, pounce on a woman, startle her, and when he reached out his chubby hand to grab her, he would deliberately slow down so that she could dodge.

"Don't run away, if I catch you, you'll have to spend the night with me...hehehe!"

The obese middle-aged man chuckled strangely, yet moved nimbly, leaping and bounding about.

Hong Yuan walked over unhurriedly. The women were not afraid of this uninvited guest. Instead, they were attracted by his handsome appearance and kept giving him flirtatious glances.

The obese middle-aged man pounced again, grabbed Hong Yuan's clothes, and immediately laughed, "It's Little Dragonfly, isn't it?"

Hong Yuan didn't answer, but then he laughed and asked, "Could it be Jin Suo'er?"

"It's your older brother..."

Hong Yuan said slowly.

(End of this chapter)