Yang Jing's fist hammered towards Yang Xuan's neck with immense force. If it was the Yang Xuan of the past, his neck would definitely have been broken. But now, Yang Xuan had already stepped into the third level of Qi Refining. His reaction speed was incomparable to that of an ordinary person. He only needed to take a light step back to avoid the incoming fist.
Yang Jing's giant fist missed and flew past Yang Xuan's face. The wind made his clothes flutter.
A trace of surprise flashed in Yang Jing's eyes, but he did not panic. After his right fist missed, he used the momentum of his body to turn his left arm into an elbow. Earth element internal energy gushed out and struck towards Yang Xuan's chest. It was one of the killer moves of the Stone-Breaking Fist – Vibrating Arm Strike.
Yang Xuan took another step back and avoided the killer move. At the same time, he asked, "How did my father die?"
Yang Jing was shocked and angry. The Vibrating Arm Strike was not to be underestimated. He had been practicing the Stone-Breaking Fist for many years and had defeated countless enemies with this move.
Now that he was using his sixth level of Internal Force, it was even more powerful. But Yang Xuan dodged it in a single step, which made him shocked and angry.
He originally thought that since Yang Xuan hadn't reached the first stage of inner strength a few months ago, even if he was suddenly able to cultivate inner strength for some unknown reason, he couldn't be that brilliant. The only reason he was able to defeat Niu Yuan was because Niu Yuan had underestimated him. With his sixth level of Internal Force cultivation, it was easy for him to defeat Yang Jing.
But now, it seemed that Yang Xuan had been completely at ease, as if he hadn't been affected at all. It was as if he hadn't been affected at all.
How could he know that Yang Xuan's body was constantly being nourished by the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth? His reaction speed and agility had already reached an unimaginable level.
"I'll tell you when you're dead!" Yang Jing was furious and his face was ferocious.
Shocked and angry, Yang Jing did not stop, the [Stone Breaking Fist] continued to be used. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in all directions, as if a fierce wind had passed through. The bamboo in the surrounding thirty feet radius was suddenly broken by the overflowing internal strength. For a moment, the branches and leaves scattered, the momentum was unparalleled.
Yang Jing was secretly pleased with himself.
Although the Stone-Breaking Fist was only an intermediate combat skill, he had been practicing it for many years. He had put in a lot of hard work, and he had also received guidance from the Elders. Therefore, the power of the Stone-Breaking Fist had long surpassed that of an ordinary intermediate combat skill.
However, the more he fought, the more shocked he became. He was almost done with this set of Stone-Breaking Fist, but he couldn't even touch the corner of Yang Xuan's clothes.
At this moment, a trace of panic finally appeared in his heart.
Yang Xuan could have killed him directly, but the only reason he had taken so long was because he wanted to get the cause of his father's death from him.
At this moment, seeing that he was unable to get anything out of Zhang Xuan, he finally lost his patience, and killing intent flickered in his eyes.
Since that was the case, he would take Yang Jing's life.
A faint golden light flashed, and Yang Jing's movements stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes in shock, and his eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he had died so easily here.
"What … is this … martial skill?" Yang Jing asked strenuously, with a pleading look in his eyes.
"Golden Moon Slash!" Yang Xuan looked at him indifferently, as if he was looking at an ant. His voice was soft, as if it came from the horizon.
"Golden Moon Slash, so … this … is … this!" The light in Yang Jing's eyes slowly dimmed, and in the next moment, his body suddenly split into pieces. A large amount of blood gushed out from the smooth cuts, like a pile of rotten meat, and piled up on the ground.
However, his eyes were still wide open, unwilling to close! There were too many questions, too many regrets.
Yang Jing was dead!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Xuan's heart was calm. After releasing six Golden Moon Slashes in an instant, he had foreseen the scene in front of him.
His eyes were cold, like an assassin who had experienced life and death.
The pungent smell of blood drifted over, and it was nauseating.
However, Yang Xuan didn't feel the slightest bit, and just quietly looked at the pile of rotten meat, even though the pile of rotten meat was a living person just a moment ago. His indifference seemed to be engraved in his bones, and he was born with it.
He was thinking about his father's death.
Everyone thought that a child of a few years old would not know anything.
However, who would know that in that young body, there was a soul in his twenties, who grew up in an orphanage?
Family was what he lacked in his previous life.
Therefore, in this life, he valued family more than anything else.
His father's death was a huge blow to him.
However, at that time, he was acting as a child who couldn't do anything, a child who no one told him the cause of his father's death, a child who couldn't even show excessive grief.
Today, although he didn't know the real cause of his father's death from Yang Jing, he didn't come out empty-handed. At least, he knew that his father died in battle.
The bamboo forest was silent, and only the sound of the wind sweeping the bamboo leaves and the strong smell of blood could be heard.
"Come out!" Yang Xuan suddenly said.
After a moment of silence, a figure staggered out, but before he could run to Yang Xuan, his legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground, unable to get up again.
This person was Wang Wu!
At this moment, his face was pale, and his face was filled with fear. His body trembled because of excessive fear, and his teeth made a gurgling sound.
Yang Xuan slowly turned around, looked at him, and said, "You saw it? Why didn't you run? "
Wang Wu's body trembled violently, and his teeth made a gurgling sound. He only looked at Yang Xuan in fear, and couldn't say anything.
Yang Xuan's face turned cold, and said lightly, "I don't like people not answering my questions!"
Wang Wu's body trembled violently, and he almost fell to the ground. He tried his best to tremble, and said, "My … my … leg … leg …" At this point, he couldn't continue.
A stench wafted over, and it turned out that Wang Wu was so scared that he had lost control of his bowels and bowels.
Yang Xuan frowned, looked at Wang Wu, and then turned to leave. His faint voice drifted in the bamboo forest, "Bury Yang Jing here, and come find me tomorrow!"
A huge joy instantly surrounded Wang Wu. He knew that his little life was finally saved, and a sense of happiness arose spontaneously. It was just that he inadvertently saw Yang Jing, who was like a pile of rotten meat — if this was still Yang Jing — and he couldn't help but shudder.
Since then, this scene was deeply imprinted in his mind, and could no longer be erased.
At night, Yang Xuan sat quietly on a wooden chair in his room. Today's matter, he was definitely not as calm as he appeared to be. He needed to calm down, so that he could think about the path he should take.
First, there was his father's death, which must be investigated.
According to the information revealed by Yang Jing, his father had died in battle. This was a clue, and also the only clue that Yang Xuan knew at this moment.
Then, how did his father die in battle? Who was the one who killed him? Why did he fight? Why did everyone keep their mouths shut?
These questions had become a cloud of doubt that lingered in Yang Xuan's mind for a long time.
Mother should know the reason, but she was unwilling to tell him.
Then, did Sixth Uncle know? Did the elders in the family know? Did the head of the family know? These questions formed a huge mystery, which lingered in Yang Xuan's mind.
Secondly, there was today's matter.
Yang Jing and Niu Yuan were different. Niu Yuan was dead, and as long as Yang Jing didn't say anything, no one would ask.
But Yang Jing was different. He was the chief steward of the Yang family. Now that he had inexplicably disappeared, someone would definitely investigate this matter. Then, could it be traced back to him? Would Wang Wu tell on him? Did Chen Er know about this matter?
Yang Xuan slowly sorted out his thoughts.
Wang Wu was timid and afraid of death, but it was precisely because of this that after witnessing Yang Jing's death, he should not tell on him. Then, did Chen Er know about this matter? Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and gently tapped on the armrest.
After a long time, his eyes suddenly focused, as if he had made a decision.
No matter whether Chen Er knew about this matter or not, he must die. And, he must die tonight.
After making up his mind, Yang Xuan immediately changed into a black robe, and tore off a corner of the robe to cover his face. Then he listened carefully. His mother, who had been tired all day, had fallen asleep.
Gently jumping out of the window and over the wall, Yang Xuan silently crept towards Chen Er's residence like a leopard cat.
At this moment, he was very grateful for the changes brought to him by the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. After the transformation of the Spiritual Qi, his body became light and agile.
After a while, he came to Chen Er's residence, but at this moment he was in a dilemma.
Chen Er was not the only one living here, but there were ten people living together, all of whom were servants like Chen Er. How could he get rid of Chen Er without alerting others?
Suddenly, a sound came. His eyes flashed, and he quickly hid in the darkness.
The door creaked softly, and a man came out in a daze. He stood aside and began to relieve himself.
Looking in the moonlight, Yang Xuan could not help but be overjoyed. This person was Chen Er. It was really like someone sending a pillow when he was sleepy.
Chen Er finished relieving himself and was just about to put on his belt when Yang Xuan stepped forward. Without waiting for Chen Er to react, Yang Xuan reached out and lightly squeezed his throat. With a crunching sound, Chen Er's throat shattered.
Chen Er opened his eyes wide and wanted to shout, but only a gurgling sound came out of his throat. He tried hard to see the black shadow in front of him, but he could not see it clearly.
Life quickly left him. In the end, his eyes were unfocused, and he breathed his last. He was a confused ghost until his death.
Yang Xuan gently picked up Chen Er's body and quickly left.
A moment later, Yang Xuan appeared in the bamboo forest at the foot of the back mountain with Chen Er's body. As far as the eye could see, Yang Jing's body had already disappeared. Even the blood could not be seen. The surrounding traces of fighting were also covered to a certain extent. If one did not look carefully, it would be difficult to find clues.
From this point, it could be seen that Wang Wu was also a careful person.
After burying Chen Er and erasing the traces left behind, Yang Xuan hurried back home. He still jumped into the room from the window, gently closed the window, and listened again. His mother next door was still sleeping soundly.
He carefully recalled the process of the matter again and confirmed that there were no traces left. Then he changed his clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to do his homework every night.
The next day, Yang Xuan got out of bed at the first glimmer of light. He picked up the bucket of water and opened the door to the courtyard. What he saw was Wang Wu standing in front of the door, his arms crossed and his body hunched as he paced back and forth.
When he saw Yang Xuan open the door, he rushed forward and knelt in front of Yang Xuan. He said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Twelfth Young Master, for not killing me!"
Yang Xuan looked back and saw that his mother did not get up. He whispered, "Get up!"
Wang Wu did not dare to disobey and hurriedly stood up, sneaking a peek at Yang Xuan's expression, only to discover that Yang Xuan's expression was indifferent, without any joy or sorrow. He could not help but think of the pile of rotten meat, and his body suddenly quivered. He hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, I have already followed your instructions, and …"
Yang Xuan waved his hand and interrupted him. As he went out, he whispered, "I have already seen it. You did very well! Don't mention this again! "
Wang Wu quickly agreed. He was very frightened. He thought that he had endured the fear last night to bury Yang Jing and cover up the traces.
But he did not expect that Yang Xuan was secretly checking. Thinking of Yang Xuan's methods, he was even more in awe.
Yang Xuan walked in front. Wang Wu quickly took the bucket from Yang Xuan's hand and followed behind Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan did not object. After walking for a while, he suddenly said, "Chen Er is your friend?"
Wang Wu hurriedly said, "We're not really friends, but we used to follow …" He paused and secretly sized up Yang Xuan, but all he saw was his back. He could only mumble, "Follow Niu Yuan!"
Yang Xuan lightly nodded and did not comment.
After walking for a while, Yang Xuan suddenly stopped and turned around. He looked at Wang Wu indifferently and said, "Chen Er is dead!"
Wang Wu shook his head and said, "Chen Er is not dead. Yesterday he was …" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reacted. His eyes showed great fear. He knelt in front of Yang Xuan and kept kowtowing. He said in a trembling voice, "Young Master, spare my life. Young Master, spare my life!"
Yang Xuan looked around. No one passed by. A faint murderous intent suddenly appeared. He stared at Wang Wu and said, "Are you willing to follow me?"
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