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Cold Yang's gaze suddenly became intense and serious, causing Little Zhu to take a step back in fear.
To this day, after enduring various hardships, Cold Yang had learned to control his emotions at will, transitioning from turbulent feelings to calmness in an instant, without even needing to blink.
"When did this happen?" Cold Yang realized his earlier display and retracted his frightening gaze, asking softly.
"Just... half an hour ago..." Little Zhu still seemed dazed; the Unfettered Hall Master was usually kind, but just now he seemed to have transformed into a different person.
Upon hearing this, Cold Yang fell into thought. Half an hour was enough time to resolve many matters. In other words, Wang Weiyang had likely reached some sort of agreement with Qin Changlin, and without a doubt, the content of that agreement was related to Ye Tian and the others!
"Could it be that Wang Weiyang asked me to mobilize forces to deal with Ye Tian..."
"Unfettered Hall Master, did I... say something wrong..." Little Zhu timidly asked. Although he had entered the Qin Family, he had grown up at the bottom of society and was very sensitive.
Cold Yang gently patted Little Zhu's head and smiled kindly, "No, I just remembered something."
"By the way, Little Zhu, you've been tired all day. You should go rest."
Little Zhu was quite clever and observant. He realized that his earlier words had touched on some concerns of Elder Wujii. Knowing that there were likely important matters ahead for him, it would be best for him to avoid overstaying; lingering any longer would be inappropriate.
"Then Unfettered Hall Master, please rest early. Little Zhu will head back now." Little Zhu bowed and prepared to leave.
"Wait."
As Little Zhu reached the door, Cold Yang suddenly called out to him. After a moment's thought, he stepped forward.
Little Zhu instinctively looked up. Under the moonlight, Elder Wujii's handsome and chiseled face seemed to be illuminated by a faint glow; true to his name, he appeared carefree and unrestrained.
Yet he did not realize that being unrestrained was precisely what made him truly bound and imprisoned by endless constraints.
Cold Yang naturally did not dwell on such thoughts. He knew that significant events were about to occur or had already occurred involving the Qin Family and Ye Tian. When that time came, there would inevitably be chaos and bloodshed. Although Little Zhu had only followed him for a few days, the boy had a kind heart; he could not let him suffer undeserved consequences.
Reaching for his money pouch, he thought for a moment and simply took it off, handing it to Little Zhu.
"Elder Wuji, this is..." Little Zhu repeatedly shook his head. Although the Unfettered Hall Master was kind, he couldn't just accept such a large sum of money without reason. Looking at the full pouch, he knew it was filled with Shattered Gold. With his current way of living, this amount could sustain him for a lifetime.
"Take it." Cold Yang smiled gently, his warm hand enveloping Little Zhu's small hand, making it impossible for him to refuse.
Suddenly, Little Zhu began to cry. The Unfettered Hall Master wouldn't be trying to send him away, would he? He didn't want to return to that wandering life. Being by the Unfettered Hall Master's side made him feel like a person again, rather than a lowly being that anyone could trample on.
"Little Zhu, go." Cold Yang did not explain anything further and gently patted Little Zhu's head before quickly disappearing into the night without turning back.
Watching the direction where Qin Wuji had left, Little Zhu felt an overwhelming sense of loss. He vaguely sensed that after this departure, the Unfettered Hall Master would never return.
...
Taking advantage of the cover of night, Cold Yang easily left the Qin Family. However, at the moment he leaped over the wall, he suddenly felt something strange in his heart.
Although he was confident and fully capable of easily avoiding the Qin Family's tight patrols, tonight seemed different; the patrol intensity appeared to be unprecedentedly reduced. The vast Garden felt eerily quiet and desolate.
"Could they have already set off..." Cold Yang did not rush to take another step but paused in thought before climbing back over the courtyard wall to return to the Qin Family.
The night was like water, casting a faint glow. In the distance, heavy dark clouds were slowly moving toward the bright moon.
Inside the Qin Family's Garden, what should have been a brightly lit time was now completely dark, with only sporadic candlelight flickering from a few pavilions, looking as if they could extinguish at any moment.
Cold Yang's heart sank; he realized his guess might be correct—the Qin Family's forces had likely been fully mobilized.
Having been lurking in the Qin Family for over a year, he was well-acquainted with every corner of the vast Garden that resembled a maze. He had also served as the Outer Gate Guard Commander, making him even more familiar with the stronghold where the outer gate guards resided.
After some maneuvering, Cold Yang finally arrived at the courtyard where the outer gate guards gathered.
This was a spacious courtyard housing over fifteen hundred outer gate guards from the Qin Family. On both sides were rows of barrack-like rooms, while in the center was a large open area designated for martial training and practice for the outer gate guards.
As Cold Yang continued on his way, his heart grew increasingly perplexed. The Qin Family did not have Orthodox Guards, making the outer guards' station of utmost importance. Normally, there would be a guard every ten steps and a lookout every five, yet today it was eerily empty, even giving off a strange feeling.
The reason the Qin Family did not set up Orthodox Guards was that every member of the Qin Family was placed in important positions; those with lesser abilities did not participate in affairs. Matters requiring sacrifice were better left to outsiders.
Of course, this was a side note that need not be elaborated on.
Cold Yang hurried through a section of the corridor, which was a blind spot for the Gatehouse. The patrol posts could not see what was happening here. During his tenure, he had arranged for patrols, but to his surprise, none were present today.
"Could it be that Qin Changlin has cleared out the estate just to deal with Ye Tian?" Cold Yang furrowed his brow. There was no deep-seated enmity between them, which made this illogical.
Unable to make sense of it, he decided to capture a guard later for questioning to uncover the truth.
Once again, Cold Yang slipped away. At this moment, the clouds had completely obscured the moonlight, and darkness descended, filling him with an inexplicable sense of oppression.
When he landed again, Cold Yang found himself at the edge of the Martial Arena. Looking around, he noticed that all the side rooms were just as dark as outside; no light from candles or lamps seeped through.
The wind picked up, carrying hints of rain on this sultry summer night, refreshing his spirit.
However, Cold Yang did not feel uplifted by this Gentle Breeze. On the contrary, his brow furrowed even deeper.
This was because he distinctly caught a whiff of decay in the breeze that had just passed by.
A profound sense of oppression surged within him; it felt as if countless phantoms were drifting in the surrounding darkness, and an overwhelming silence filled the air.
"Could something have happened to the Qin Family!"
Cold Yang’s first reaction was that Ye Tian had infiltrated the Qin Family and committed mass slaughter. This subconscious thought stemmed from witnessing Wang Weiyang take him back to Spirit Martial Town, where he had seen firsthand the ruthless methods left behind after Ye Tian infiltrated the Wang family.
Creak...
A faint sound of a door hinge turning reached his ears as Cold Yang gently pushed open a wooden door to one of the side rooms.
A strong stench hit Cold Yang's face, almost making him tear up.
After a moment of composure, Cold Yang looked into the room. His back chilled as he saw that the small room, measuring several feet on each side, was filled with corpses!
Cold Yang was stunned, and after a moment's hesitation, he opened the wooden door of the room one by one. The situation inside was no different; the room, not narrow at all, was packed full of bodies, with waves of foul odor wafting into his nose, making him want to vomit.
When did this happen...
Cold Yang had prided himself on being aware of every move of the Qin Family, but today he realized that if Qin Changlin wanted to do something, he wouldn't have noticed even a hint of it.
For instance, when had these hundreds of people died and been transported back to the Qin Family? And when had the remaining guards all been dispatched...
A strong intuition told him that Ye Tian would face a great disaster.
And all of this must be related to Wang Weiyang!
His mind went blank for a moment. If Ye Tian fell into a trap and died, it would not only mean losing a close friend but also signify the end of Cold Frost's life.
Because Cold Frost had survived until now solely as bait to lure out Ye Tian.
However, Cold Yang was someone who had weathered many storms; after a brief moment, he regained his composure. He glanced toward the only flickering candlelight at the end of the room and slowly moved his footsteps over.
This was a larger room compared to the others, designated for the Patrolling Guard's handover.
At this moment, candlelight flickered in the room, and faint voices from several people could be heard inside.
"Ah, I think the Qin Family is finished."
"Don't talk nonsense; the head of the family is personally involved. How could those little brats escape?"
"That’s not necessarily true. They are people from Mountain. Besides, even with a thousand against five, they couldn't gain an advantage; that says enough."
"That's right, Eldest Son, Second Young Master, even the Black Butcher and the Shadow have been involved..."
"Tsk tsk, I told you all to stop worrying. Instead of wasting time, why not find a good new employer?"
There was a moment of silence in the room, as if everyone was impressed by the wit of the person who had just spoken.
"Old Cui, does that mean you've already found a new employer?"
"Of course! In three days, the Ma Family's outer gate guards will have me, Cui Changshan, as their number one figure."
The crowd burst into laughter, thinking to themselves that Old Cui was nothing special. However, laughter aside, Old Cui's networking skills should not be underestimated. Soon, voices asking for connections and introductions filled the air, as everyone began to ask Cui Changshan to help them find a new employer quickly.
Cold Yang listened quietly, but his expression grew increasingly serious. From their conversation, he could gather that including Ye Tian, only five people from the Cloud Sea Sect had managed to wipe out half of the Qin Family's strength. This was simply unbelievable!
While he was astonished, a sense of loneliness inevitably rose within Cold Yang. Over the past year or so, he had made significant progress and was nearing the level of a Sixth-Stage Martial Artist. However, to be honest, if he were in Ye Tian's place, could he lead those four to achieve such an astonishing feat?
Clearly, he could not...
Feeling lonely was just a normal reaction for a passionate young man. Regardless of his feelings, Cold Yang sincerely felt happy for Ye Tian's strength and achievements.
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