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A deep gaze shone in the pitch-black night, like a wolf locking onto its prey. Just waiting for the right moment to strike decisively.
This was the true face of the youth; everything else was a disguise.
Having experienced life and death, having undergone devilish training, he had complete control over his own aura.
The darkness within him was not for outsiders to know; the glaring light could not dispel the black mist that lingered in his heart.
Everything he did, starting from ridding himself of the dark poison in his body, was under his control.
For instance, during the County Examination when the County Magistrate made a discreet visit, and his calm demeanor were all performed for the two who were secretly observing from a corner.
He had known in advance that County Magistrate Zhou would come. No! To be precise, he knew what County Magistrate Zhou and Master Wen looked like; he realized it the moment they stepped into the tavern.
As for the occasional glances cast his way, he was acutely aware of them.
Of course, relying solely on these underhanded tactics would not suffice for the County Examination; one must also possess genuine talent and skills.
But it could not be denied that these external factors were important.
Those days and nights tormented by toxins, that feeling of helplessness when his limbs could not be controlled, and the suffering worse than death—cold sweat soaking his bedding in the dark while he gritted his teeth in silence through purgatorial torment.
Compared to those times, Yang Yichen felt satisfied with his current state; at least he could stand in the sunlight and accomplish things he once wished to do but could not.
Once again sitting alone until late at night, until the candle burned out.
As dawn gradually broke, a grayish hue quickly illuminated by rising light filled the room. The youth on the bed, breathing lightly, suddenly opened his eyes and became instantly alert.
Dressing swiftly as if flowing water, years of vigilance had taught him to avoid danger time and again, warning him that today might hold something unusual.
The creaking sound of the door turning and cheerful chirping of insects and birds made him doubt his judgment for the first time.
Could it be that he had stayed up too late yesterday and overthought things?
"Anan!"
"Master, you are awake?" When alone, Anan habitually addresses him as Master, wearing a relaxed smile.
Compared to those sent out on missions, being by the Master's side carries greater responsibility. It is precisely because he can effortlessly adjust his demeanor and blend into various crowds that he is able to stay close to Yang Yichen.
"Is there anything happening today?"
"No, everything is normal, no reports to Letter." Anan immediately resumed a serious expression: "Master, has something happened?" Generally, Yang Yichen would not be in this state.
"It's nothing; I might be overthinking."
However, the tightly furrowed brows did not relax for a moment, and that feeling grew increasingly clear.
"Anan, instruct Linyi's shop to pay attention to safety these two days; do not make any big moves."
"Understood!" Anan tensed up and immediately issued the order.
At the same time, at a certain Blacksmith Shop in the city, the entrance was dark, with a roaring fire burning. A muscular man was swinging a large hammer, the sound of clanging ringing out continuously.
The strong man was actually just a young man around twenty years old.
With powerful muscles and a healthy dark complexion, his sword-like brows made the passing Sister Madam blush.
The shop was bustling with business, with people occasionally inquiring about their desired items from the blacksmith.
Suddenly, a young man rushed in from the back and whispered a few words into the strong man's ear.
The strong man set down his work: "Please wait a moment, customer. There’s something I need to handle in the back; feel free to look around the shop for what you need."
He then quickly lifted the curtain and headed toward the backyard. If one observed closely, they would notice that his footsteps were somewhat hurried.
In a room located in the corner of the backyard, it appeared from the outside to be a storage shed.
Pushing open the seemingly old but actually sturdy door, various finely crafted steel weapons came into view, gleaming ominously and sending a chill down one's spine.
"Brother Xi, when I came to check this morning, I found that our things had been moved."
"How did you notice?" The strong man, with dark skin and powerful muscles, exuded strength. Beads of sweat that had not yet dissipated trickled down his well-defined torso and disappeared into his gray trousers, leaving a damp patch.
"Brother Xi, we always organize and clean these weapons. When I came to tidy up today, the positions of this large knife and sword were different; they were here yesterday but seem to have shifted two inches to the right today."
The boy pointed to two weapons in the corner. Compared to the other gleaming weapons, these two were unremarkable, but those in the know understood that they were the most unusual.
For an ordinary person, with hundreds of weapons in the room, even a slight change in position would likely go unnoticed.
But the boy was different; he had extraordinary skills that allowed him to be here.
"What should we do? Should we report this to our master?"
"No need. Our master is preparing for the Provincial Examination; there's no need to disturb him." The strong man referred to as Brother Xi replied. His name was Axi.
Well, Axi's strong build and name were somewhat amusing, but those around him had grown accustomed to it.
The boy mumbled a few words: "I really don't understand what our master is thinking. If he wants an official position, isn't it just a matter of saying so? Why does he insist on taking the Imperial Examination? It's really..."
Under Brother Xi's cold gaze, the boy obediently closed his mouth.
"Abei, our master's affairs are not something we should meddle in."
"Oh!" The boy named A Dong pouted with disappointment, his youthful face showing signs of frustration as he sulked.
Well, who told him he was the youngest? He had no authority and could only assist.
"Alright, you keep watch here and don't let anyone in. Fortunately, nothing was stolen."
Axi turned and left, his eyes involuntarily glancing at the two weapons.
Who would be interested in an ordinary Blacksmith Shop? And why would they come to peek without taking anything?
Perhaps he was overthinking it!
Everything in the shop continued as usual, with people coming and going for some ordinary tools.
Of course, if one were to overlook the girl with a Basket pretending to buy a pot, blushing as she stole glances, this job seemed quite interesting to Axi.
After all, this young man with good skills and an attractive physique had an irresistible charm. His broad shoulders provided a sense of security, exactly the type that girls liked.
One bold girl secretly brought out a plate of steaming food. "Boss, aren't you going to take a break? The pot I got from you last time works great. This is to thank you."
"No need for that, sister. Just take it back; it's what I should do." Axi's usual cold demeanor shattered the girl's warm heart into pieces.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a gaze upon him and immediately looked up. The bustling crowd showed no signs of anything unusual.
Looking down again, that strange feeling returned.
On the second floor of a nearby tavern, a Black-Clad Youth smirked slightly. "Indeed, not simple!"
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