Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 333: Some Surprises

Yang Tian, after listening, seemed indifferent and slowly walked to the bedside, closing his eyes leisurely.

Even though he had appeared at the right time and saved Han Qingqiu, he had not given up on his bed.

Han Qingqiu saw Yang Tian listen to her words, but instead of responding or questioning out of curiosity, he lay down to rest so casually, making her feel oddly surprised.

However, being gravely injured herself, she chose to sit on a nearby wooden chair, not intending to move, preparing for recovery instead.

Thus, she just muttered softly about clothing while taking out medicine and placing it on her knees.

The night passed without a word.

The next morning, Yang Tian arrived at the hotel corner as usual, casually ordered breakfast, and listened to chattering voices as he ate.

Since this was an old-style hotel, the food was excellent, and there were already plenty of people gathered early in the morning.

From scholars to farmers, artisans to merchants, all sorts of people were present, their conversations painting a vivid picture of the riverside’s current state.

Yang Tian’s sharp hearing gave him an enormous advantage over normal means of gathering information.

Thus, during these days, after an earful of gossip, Yang Tian had learned all he needed to about the state of Binjiang. Now the time had come to act.

"Are you the one who saved my sister?"

At that moment, an icy voice suddenly rang out.

Yang Tian glanced up to see a cold-eyed, proud woman sitting across from him, Han Qingqiu seated beside her—the woman he had rescued just the prior day.

Yang Tian instantly discerned the prideful woman’s overwhelming strength—the pinnacle of power!

She must be the woman mentioned in last night’s conversations, Yang Tian thought.

But before Yang Tian could speak, Jiang Lan—the arrogant woman—spoke again: "We are not ungrateful people, so name your terms, and we will ensure they are fulfilled!"

As Jiang Lan spoke, her confidence burned brighter in her eyes as though no matter Yang Tian’s demands, they could easily be accomplished.

Yang Tian couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at Jiang Lan.

Who was he?

A hero of the Nascent Soul Period!

Could anyone bargain with him on equal footing?

Yang Tian waved dismissively and said, "No need for that!"

Afterward, Yang Tian left the hotel, glancing at both Jiang Lan and Han Qingqiu.

Could Yang Tian have been so naive or utterly pretentious? Gaining nothing in return? "

Watching Yang Tian’s figure slowly fade into the distance, Han Qingqiu’s emotions finally settled.

Last night, Yang Tian had behaved impeccably. Considering his emergence as a Nascent Soul warrior, coupled with his stunning looks and newfound aura—although unrevealed—it clearly marked him as an outstanding young man.

This had undeniably shifted Han Qingqiu’s impression of Yang Tian, even instilling an inexplicable shred of goodwill.

But at that very moment, Jiang Lan tapped lightly on the table and sneered, "Just a fool! Last night’s mention of warriors—he gave no thought to it. He wasted his chance to become a top-tier warrior. A worldly man confined like a frog in a well."

Yang Tian paid Jiang Lan’s evaluation no attention, dismissing it without thought.

Instead, he continued his leisurely stroll along the roadside, while inwardly, his mind remained sharply attuned to locating a specific place.

From dawn to dusk.

By nightfall, Yang Tian finally stopped walking and then swung a Demon Sword fiercely toward the heavens.

The skies turned black, the winds howled—a night of slaughter! freewebnoveℓ.com

Days passed, and today was the day the net was cast!

...

Jin Jia Villa.

Ever since the Jin Family returned to Binjiang half a year ago, it had become a prosperous and bustling sight.

Most notably, the estranged Bangzi Golden Family had re-established contact, offering significant financial support to the Jin Family.

This left the Li Family utterly dormant, the Yang Family denied any reprieve, the Jin Family soaring, and the Fan Family becoming the second most influential force under the Jin Family banner.

"Haha! Infuriating! Truly infuriating! Initially, when we left the riverside years ago, everything was a mess. Now, upon return, the Yang Family has become rats scurrying in the streets, while our Jin Family flourishes! Indeed, the tides have turned—thirty years east of the river, thirty years west!"

As Jin Zhiyong roared with laughter, wine cup in hand, he embraced his young mistress with pride. "Of course, all thanks to my daughter’s marriage to Bangzi Country, and most importantly..."

At this point, Jin Zhiyong paused mid-sentence.

The mistress clinging to him immediately piped up, "Dead ghost, most importantly what?"

"Of course, Yang Tian—that little beast—is still alive. Hahaha! What a fine death, such a glorious death! If not for those soldiers persistently sheltering fragments of the Yang Family, they would’ve been wiped out in an instant by their enemy. But can protection last forever? Now death is inevitable!"

Saying this, Jin Zhiyong passionately kissed his mistress’s face before raising his cup for another drink.

Seeing this, the mistress quickly prepared to refill his glass.

However, at that moment, a splash of hot liquid landed across her face, prompting the mistress’s indignation: "My lord, why did you spray wine on me?"

The mistress attempted to pour Jin Zhiyong’s drink but froze in shock.

For Jin Zhiyong, standing right in front of her, suddenly appeared frozen as though lifeless, glassy-eyed, with a vivid trail of crimson blood gushing from his neck.

At that moment, a shadowy figure slowly emerged.

Could it be clean? No, unfortunately, the master’s plans have all but unraveled."

Ah!!!

With Jin Zhiyong’s assassination, a piercing scream instantly tore through the air of Jin Jia Villa.

Amidst the chaotic uproar moments later, Jin Zhiyong’s elite guards scrambled into his quarters, following the scream they had heard.

Upon witnessing Jin Zhiyong sprawled lifeless on the floor, his neck hemorrhaging like a fountain, and the mistress cowering in the corner like a ghost in terror, they were stunned into disbelief.

But soon they noticed a figure in black, with black hair, standing near the balcony’s window.

Was it a killer?

An assassin?

Or a thief?

But... how could he dare breach the King’s domain to commit murder? To assassinate the monarch Jin Zhiyong?

As shock consumed them, their gaze fell upon a young man—a face of serenity mixed with dark intent.

Despite their disbelief, and even trembling bodies, they dared not act rashly.

The young man stood motionless as his commanding tone finally broke the silence: "Remove him immediately!"

Swish!

At his words, several square-faced men suddenly dashed forward, aiming their strikes at the young man.

"Martial artists? Explosive Kingdom’s Taekwondo practitioners?"

The young man observed their attack without dodging. He merely glanced at them, then averted his gaze, showing evident dismissal.

As though their strikes were inconsequential to him—or more accurately, as though these individuals were entirely beneath his concern—he remained rooted to the spot.

Such an attitude naturally enraged the square-faced men.

As they perceived him as disrespectful, they vowed vengeance, fully intent on showing their worth as Bangzi Country’s Taekwondo martial artists. With mid-level to advanced strength, every single one of them was formidable in the worldly realm.

To ignore such warriors was akin to courting death.

Yet their thoughts barely formed before an eerie pause overtook them.

For just as their strikes neared the young man, intending to bring him agony, their movements froze inexplicably mid-air. It was as though an invisible barrier had nullified their efforts.

During an eerie stillness, the sound of bones snapping echoed, followed by the men collapsing onto the ground clutching fractured legs in unrelenting pain.

How had their leg bones gotten shattered?

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