The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 55 Jinbao
Rain patters on the green tiles, creating a waterfall-like curtain of water.

On the covered walkway, Yang Jinbao's plump body suddenly stiffened, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

Then, with a leap, as nimble as a large, fat goose, it landed on a railing seat on the side.

He then ripped off the blindfold, squinted his small eyes, and looked at Hong Yuan with suspicion and uncertainty. "Which kid dares to mess with your Master Bao?"

Hong Yuan smiled and saw that although this junior uncle had become overweight and had a fat face, he could still see some resemblance to Yang Lie in his eyes and brows, so he bowed.

"Hong Yuan greets his martial uncle. Your elder brother sent me to find you."

Yang Jinbao was taken aback, his eyes widening suddenly. He jumped off the chair, circled Hong Yuan, scrutinizing him more closely, and clicked his tongue: "You're Er Gouzi's apprentice? No proof whatsoever, what evidence do you have?"

Hong Yuan glanced at the curious onlookers and chuckled, "There's no evidence, but my teacher told me that when you were fourteen, you were tricked away by a brothel madam in the county and didn't return home all night. The next day, the madam personally escorted you home and even left you two taels of silver as a gift. As a result, your parents gave you a severe beating, and you couldn't get out of bed for three days and three nights..."

"Alright, stop talking!" When Hong Yuan said 'fourteen years old,' Yang Jinbao's eyebrows twitched wildly, and he stretched out a fat hand to try to shut the other person up.

But Hong Yuan easily turned away and finished speaking in one breath, leaving Yang Jinbao's face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Only a few alluring women let out a series of suppressed laughs.

“Master, I didn’t know you had such a past. No wonder you are so destined to be with us sisters.”

"Who is that slut who defiled the master's body? I must go and confront her."

Yang Jinbao looked annoyed and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Get out of here! My nephew is here. You all need to leave."

The women laughed and joked as they left, muttering complaints as they went: "Master really uses us when he needs us and discards us when he doesn't. He was all lovey-dovey with us just now, and now he's turned on us. Humph! Don't expect us sisters to serve you tonight..."

"My nephew is quite handsome. Has he had his first taste of meat yet? I have a younger sister at Wei Cui Lou, a delicate and charming courtesan. Shall I take my nephew to her for a massage?"

"You shameless hussy, I think you just want to get close to your nephew!"

Looking at the women, some were mature women over thirty, and others were pretty and lively girls in their late teens or early twenties, Hong Yuan couldn't help but sigh, "Uncle-Master, you're living a really comfortable life."

Yang Jinbao leaned against the railing, spread his legs, and sat down casually: "Since you know that I'm living a comfortable life, then don't bother me!"

“I don’t care why Er Gouzi sent you to find me. I have long since retired from the martial arts world and only want to live a life of wealth and leisure. My martial arts skills are almost completely ruined. You’ve come to the wrong place to learn martial arts from me.”

He had only said a few words seriously, and without waiting for Hong Yuan's reaction, his expression suddenly turned lewd: "But you are, after all, my junior brother, and it would be really inappropriate for me, as your senior uncle, not to entertain you. How about this, tonight your senior uncle will take you to the Wei Cui Lou next door to broaden your horizons..."

"No need for that. I've seen the world with Brother Yang Lie, especially Brother Yang Lie. He is truly heroic and great, no need to say more!"

Hong Yuan waved his hand, his face showing utter admiration.

"Yang Lie, what did that brat do?"

Yang Jinbao muttered to himself, "They didn't even invite me along. How unfilial of them."

Calling you along would be incredibly filial.

Hong Yuan's expression turned serious: "Uncle-Master, it seems you really have to come with us this time."

Yang Jinbao picked his nose and flicked out a small piece of booger: "Give me a straight answer, and I really don't believe the sky is falling, do I?"

"It's not that serious, I just accidentally killed a few extra people."

Hong Yuanfeng said casually, "Among them are Guo Zhen, the captain of the Jintang Camp, the young master of the Hua family, Wei Zhenzhu, the third leader of the Cao Gang, and other minor characters, gang leaders, and powerful families in the county, a dozen or twenty in total, but there's no need to mention them."

Yang Jinbao's mouth dropped open; he was completely stunned.

He ignored the rain pouring down on his head from the eaves, and after a while, he patted his somewhat stiff face.

Are you kidding me?

Hong Yuan said calmly, "Uncle-Master, please have some self-respect. I am a gentleman and never joke with men."

"You son of a bitch!" Yang Jinbao jumped up and kicked the railing, shattering it into pieces. He cursed angrily, "You damned Er Gouzi, I'll fuck your mother, why doesn't he just die?"

"Uncle-Master, you're like a mad dog, your language is vulgar, please correct yourself. I must remind you, Uncle-Master, your teacher's maternal grandmother is also your maternal grandmother..."

Hong Yuan said solemnly.

"Shut up! I can tell at a glance that you're a cunning and treacherous scoundrel, just like your apparent loyalty. You're no good either."

Yang Jinbao said angrily.

"Judging from your appearance, Uncle-Master, you clearly don't want to leave. You have guts!" Hong Yuan gave a thumbs up and praised, "In that case, I'll be going now."

He said this, but his body remained completely still.

Yang Jinbao glared at Hong Yuan, feeling sullen for a long time before finally saying with a long face, "Can I not leave? Do I dare not leave? If I stay, I'm afraid I'll be torn to pieces."

He flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and strode away with a mournful face.

"Uncle Master, what are you doing?"

"Master Bao is about to run away, so he should at least make arrangements for the women and servants in his household," Yang Jinbao said angrily.

After walking for a while, he turned back to Hong Yuan and asked, "What exactly did you do wrong? Why did you kill those people?"

Hong Yuan then briefly recounted what had happened at Lan Yue Garden.

It can be summarized in just ten or so sentences.

In short, when he entered Lanyue Garden, he found Yang Erhu threatened and on the verge of death. He immediately took action, killing Hua Feiyun, Wei Zhenzhu, Jin San of the Canal Gang, and Guo Duwei...

"The Moonlit Garden Hero Arena? How did Er Gouzi get involved?"

Although Yang Jinbao was in the prefectural city and had not participated in the Lan Yue Garden, he had heard of such a fighting arena.

He gave Hong Yuan a deep look. Although the other party spoke lightly, he had almost glossed over the important points.

But Yang Jinbao was well aware of the dangers involved.

With so many powerful clans involved, how formidable must the protective force have been? How many people were involved?

Even a fool could tell that the number was large.

He knew Yang Erhu's martial arts skills very well. Now that he was no longer in his prime, they had probably declined considerably. Therefore, the one who was truly in charge of this matter was the handsome young man beside him.

To be able to fight his way through the heavily guarded and highly skilled Lan Yue Garden and still emerge unscathed, this junior disciple's martial arts skills must be beyond his imagination.

Soon, Yang Jinbao summoned all the women, servants, housekeepers, and stewards in his household to the corridor for a talk.

There were fewer than twenty people in total.

Yang Jinbao surveyed the entire room and sighed.

The steward was the first to ask, "Master, what brings you all here?" Yang Jinbao replied, "I'm feeling restless and am planning to travel around. I don't know when I'll be back. After all, we've known each other for a while, so I need to make arrangements for you all before I leave."

Upon hearing this, everyone present panicked. Yang Jinbao was a kind person, always smiling, and never mistreated his servants.

Such a host family is hard to find even with a lantern.

The servants were still in a state of panic, but the women started crying and shouting "Master, Master!" as they rushed over.

"Alright!" Yang Jinbao said in a low voice, his expression solemn. "My mind is made up on this matter; there's no need for further discussion. Over the years, I've managed to accumulate some wealth, though not much..."

He owned properties in the city, including this house and two large shops. He was not making a fortune every day, but he lived comfortably and never had to worry about money.

However, expenses are also high, so the amount of money saved is not much.

Of course, this was quite generous for the women and servants as well.

His first wife died early, leaving him with only one son, Yang Lie. He never remarried, and although he frequented brothels and took many women in his harem, he never had any more children.

Before these women entered his household, Yang Jinbao had mentioned that if they ever decided they no longer wished to be with him, he would personally give them a generous gift.

Over the years, several people have been sent away, but Yang Jinbao has never broken his promise.

Seeing that Yang Jinbao's plan was finalized and there was no way to change it, the women could only wipe away their tears and accept the arrangement.

"Servants, each of you shall receive five portions of your monthly pay!"

"Butler Zhang, you can distribute them later."

Yang Jinbao looked at the steward of the mansion and said.

Steward Zhang nodded in agreement, and then Yang Jinbao sighed, "Come back after the money is paid. After all, you've served me for ten years, so I should leave you a big gift."

This steward has served him wholeheartedly for the past ten years, and Yang Jinbao would not hesitate to give him the shop.

Unfortunately, that can't be done.

Steward Zhang is incapable of protecting any of the shops, not even one. Giving them to him would only harm him.

He had only a little over a thousand taels of silver left, and planned to keep one or two hundred taels for himself, and divide the rest equally among the steward and several women.

Despite the fierce wind and rain, the distribution of money was done quickly, and the servants who received their money came one by one to express their gratitude and bid farewell.

The women were the same, except for one plump, oval-faced mature woman who hugged Yang Jinbao tightly, saying, "Master, I'm waiting for you to come back."

Yang Jinbao pushed her away and laughed, "Jin Suo'er, you know your master's temper. He loves to have fun. Once he goes out, how can he be willing to come back without having a good time? So, you should find an honest and kind man to marry!"

"master……"

"Hey! You need to be flexible. Even if you get married, the master will still come back and want to play with you! Alright, let's go!"

After Jin Suo'er left, only three people remained in the corridor: Yang Jinbao, Hong Yuan, and Steward Zhang.

"Butler Zhang, why aren't you leaving yet?"

"I've distributed all of Master's wealth among his wives; I haven't kept any for myself!" Butler Zhang smiled.

Yang Jinbao raised an eyebrow at these words, and then Steward Zhang continued, "I am old and have no descendants, and I am too lazy to move. Why don't I take care of this house for you, sir, so that when you come back, you won't have a home to return to."

Yang Jinbao hesitated for a moment, then said, "Butler, I won't hide it from you. This trip was to avoid trouble. If you stay here..."

Butler Zhang bowed and said with a smile, "I can probably guess, but it doesn't matter. Dying at home is better than dying outside."

Yang Jinbao stared at him for a long time, then sighed deeply and said nothing more.

Before long, Yang Jinbao had finished packing.

Actually, there wasn't much to prepare. Apart from carrying two hundred taels of silver notes in my pocket, I simply changed into a close-fitting outfit, wearing a straw raincoat, a bamboo hat, and a steel knife at my waist.

At this moment, he no longer had the prosperous appearance he had before; even his fat face seemed cold.

As the two stepped out of the courtyard, a muffled thunderclap exploded in the rolling dark clouds, and the rain intensified.

They walked in silence toward the city wall. As they turned a corner, they passed a group of people covered in mud and looking rather disheveled.

As they marched on, they encountered more and more such groups. Most of them were dressed in fine clothes, their elegance still evident despite being covered in mud and water. They were all still shaken, but their faces showed the joy of surviving a disaster.

Hong Yuan's movements were too fast.

Even though it took some time after entering the city, the wealthy and powerful people who had escaped from Lanyue Garden had only just arrived in the city.

For these people, there was no place that gave them a greater sense of security than the prefectural city.

Therefore, even those who were not powerful families in the prefectural city, as well as the wealthy families in the county, all fled to the prefectural city without prior arrangement.

Then they saw dozens of armored soldiers, all with ashen faces, guarding a large cart as they hurried past.

Yang Jinbao paused, then said, "Those are the guards of the Golden Soup Camp. They're heading towards the Guo family..."

As the torrential rain struck, the remaining soldiers of the Jintang Camp naturally couldn't let Guo Zhen get soaked all the way, so after entering the city, they found a large cart to transport the corpse.

These people were all dejected, and with the rain pouring down, they didn't see Hong Yuan passing by with his oil-paper umbrella.

Hong Yuan smiled and asked, "Uncle-Master, what do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that I have some things to do and I'll have to wait a little while," Yang Jinbao said.

"I can't wait!" Hong Yuan chuckled, suddenly closed his oil-paper umbrella, and reached out to grab Yang Jinbao's shoulder.

Yang Jinbao suddenly felt unable to move, and then involuntarily leaped out. His large body was as light as a feather in Hong Yuan's hands, and he reached a section of the wall in a short while.

With a swift touch of his toes against the wall, he leaped across it in a fleeting, ephemeral motion.

Amidst the whooshing sound, the heavy rain and strong winds poured down, and Yang Jinbao felt a buzzing vibration all around him, his face showing shock.

Suddenly, Hong Yuan stopped moving. Yang Jinbao caught his breath and cursed, "Do you want to kill your martial uncle?"

He looked back, but in the torrential rain, he could no longer see the shadow of the city wall. In just a short while, Hong Yuan had led him on a rapid run through the muddy, rainy ground, covering several miles.

"Alright, Uncle-Master, I know what you're worried about."

Hong Yuan looked at Yang Jinbao and said with a smile, "You haven't seen my teacher for many years, so it's a good opportunity to catch up with him. He's in the forest where the Jade Belt River and the Dragon Ridge River meet. I'm sure you can find him."

"Leave the rest to me!"

As he spoke, Hong Yuan's figure flickered, and he was already heading back towards the prefectural city.

(End of this chapter)