The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Upon hearing this, the waiter from the nearby restaurant was shocked. He quickly looked around, then lowered his voice, leaned forward, and said to Yang Qingyuan, "Sir, you can't say that."

"The Mo family mansion is teeming with experts!"

"Over the years, many philanderers have coveted the beauty of the four wives and three daughters of the Mo family and have secretly sneaked into the Mo residence."

"But they were all reduced to ashes by Yan Ge, a master from the Mo family."

"Especially a month ago, a flower thief named Wu Jianming, disguised as Mo Juren's apprentice, plotted against Mo Yuzhu, one of the three beauties of the Mo family, but his scheme was exposed."

"Wu Jianming was later torn apart by Yan Ge, and his body is still hanging on the city gate tower."

"This Yan Ge is Mo Juren's eldest disciple. He was taught the martial art of the Silver Hand by Mo Juren. Recently, he killed the second master of the manor in the battle to annex and dominate the manor. He has become famous and is known as the 'Bloody Hand Butcher'. He can be said to be the number one expert in Jiayuan City."

"Sir, if you wish to catch a glimpse of Madam Yan's beauty, you're likely to be captured by Yan Ge before you even see her, and your chances of survival are slim."

"Hehehe." Wan Xiaoshan, who was standing next to him, burst out laughing when he heard this.

Although he had never heard of any martial arts technique called "Silver Hand," he was very clear that no matter how powerful the martial arts were, they could not stop his brother Yang's flying sword.

Yang Qingyuan didn't care at all and reached out to pick up a silver ingot from the table.

The waiter at the restaurant felt his throat was dry from talking so much, but the other party didn't appreciate it and instead took the money away. He couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly, feeling quite annoyed.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Yang Qingyuan took out a gleaming gold ingot from his pocket, threw it on the table, and said to the waiter, "This is yours."

"In addition, serve my brother Wan the best wine and meat."

The waiter at the restaurant gasped upon seeing the gleaming gold, feeling dizzy and disoriented. He quickly reached out his hands, took the gold, and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Yes, sir!"

"Don't worry! I'll definitely take good care of your brother!"

"May all your wishes come true tonight, sir."

Wan Xiaoshan, who was standing next to him, was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Brother Yang, aren't you going to let me go with you?"

"No need," Yang Qingyuan chuckled. "You don't really think I'm no match for a bunch of brutes, do you?"

"How could that be..." Wan Xiaoshan scratched his head and replied, "Then I'll stay at this restaurant tonight and wait for Brother Yang's news."

Yang Qingyuan nodded, then turned and jumped out of the window.

This action startled the waiter at the restaurant.

"Sir! This is the third floor!"

The waiter in the restaurant quickly leaned out the window and looked down.

As a result, Yang Qingyuan was nowhere to be seen on the streets under the setting sun.

"What superb light-footed skills!"

"No wonder he dared to go to the Mo family mansion to arrange flowers and play with jade," a waiter at the restaurant remarked sincerely.

Wan Xiaoshan poured himself another glass of wine, tilted his head back and drank it down, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He knew that the method Yang Qingyuan used was not some kind of lightness skill, but a beginner-to-intermediate level spell called "Concealment Technique," which could hide all traces.

This single spell is beyond the comprehension of the martial artists of the Mo family...

As night fell, a heavily guarded two-story pavilion in the Mo residence was brightly lit.

Yang Qingyuan appeared silently on the roof of the pavilion, standing with his hands behind his back.

The more than twenty martial arts masters near the pavilion were unaware that Yang Qingyuan had already passed through their sentry posts.

"Of all the Mo family residences, this place has the most guards."

"This must be the residence of an important figure from the Mo family."

After pondering for a moment, Yang Qingyuan lifted a tile and looked down to examine the situation inside the pavilion.

The room was brightly lit, and two stunningly beautiful young women were sitting opposite each other, sketching and drawing on a stack of books that looked like account books.

"The Luoxia Town branch has delivered 17,300 taels of silver."

"The Qingyang Town branch will deliver 15,800 taels of silver."

"The Qingmaoshan branch will deliver 21,000 taels of silver."

"Third Sister, ever since Han Li destroyed Ouyang Feitian, our Jingjiao Society has been thriving. This month's profits have tripled compared to usual."

"Fourth Sister, what use is money? Master is dead, we're practically widows now..."

Because it was the height of summer and the heat was unbearable, both young women were dressed very lightly, which made them even more graceful and charming.

The beautiful woman on the left, around thirty years old, wore a light blue gauze dress that gently draped her delicate body. The fabric was thin and breathable, with a wide-open neckline that partially concealed her breasts, outlining the unique voluptuous charm of a mature woman. Her brows exuded the noble air of someone in a superior position.

The young woman on the right was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, even younger, with skin as white as snow. She wore only a semi-transparent white gauze dress, and her graceful figure and fair, delicate skin were faintly visible under the gauze, adding a touch of alluring charm and exuding coquettishness.

"Third sister, fourth sister?" Yang Qingyuan thought carefully for a moment and realized that this fourth sister should be the fourth wife "Yan" he was looking for.

This third sister should be the third wife, "Liu Shi". She was unrestrained by nature and quite ambitious. She practiced the Jianghu magic "Tianhu Dafa". Her every move was like a demon dancing wildly. She could arouse the lust in men's hearts, making them dizzy and their will collapse.

Seeing that the person he was looking for was in the attic, Yang Qingyuan did not hesitate any longer. He used a lightness technique, flipped over, and jumped off the roof. He then twirled and moved in the air, landing steadily in front of the door. At the same time, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The loud knocking cut through the night, unusually jarring.

The two women inside were startled by the sudden knocking and fell silent, plunging the room into a deathly stillness.

"Who goes there!"

"How dare you break into our Mo residence at night!"

As the knocking sounded, the guards around noticed something was amiss.

They couldn't believe that someone could get past the sentry post. They were all shocked and rushed up the stairs in a huge swarm, holding torches in one hand and swords in the other, surrounding Yang Qingyuan with their knives.

Among the many guards, there was a young man in his twenties with thick eyebrows and big eyes who stood out from the crowd like a crane among chickens. He tapped his feet a few times and then leaped a full ten feet high, easily climbing up to the second floor and landing next to Yang Qingyuan. He glared at Yang Qingyuan, raised his long sword, and pointed it at him.

"To be able to sneak in right under my nose, you must be no nobody. State your name!" the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes coldly rebuked.

Despite being armed with swords and axes, Yang Qingyuan remained calm and composed. He simply bowed slightly towards the door and introduced himself, "Madam Yan, I am Yang Qingyuan, and I have come with a letter from Yan Chengjiao, the patriarch of the Yan family."

"We hope that Madam Yan will make an appearance."

"A letter from my great-grandfather?!" A voice filled with doubt and surprise came from inside the room, but then silence fell again.

After a moment, the young woman's voice rang out again from inside the room, "Come in."

"Yan Ge, you may all leave."

Upon hearing this, the young man with thick eyebrows and large eyes became extremely anxious and replied, "Fourth Master's Wife, this person's ability to infiltrate this place indicates that his martial arts skills are not low..."

The young woman's voice came from inside the room again, "That's why we should let this hero in."

"If he really had malicious intentions, he would have already forced his way in and wouldn't have needed to knock on the door to alert you."

Upon hearing this, the young man with thick eyebrows and large eyes looked ashamed, his cheeks flushed red, and he sheathed his long sword, leading a group of guards down the stairs in a hurry.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan reached out and pushed open the door, then went inside...