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Chapter 456: Research 417 Three

Chapter 456: Research 417 Three

The commotion outside continued unabated, which puzzled both Li Chengyi and Wang Zhijun.

Especially for Li Chengyi, he had repeatedly confirmed that he bore no deep grudges with the Ouyang Family, having only refused Miss Qing Er’s marriage proposal once. It shouldn’t have been enough for them to come looking for trouble over this matter.

After all, as a great clan with years of heritage, it seemed unlikely that they would seek trouble over such a trivial matter—otherwise, they probably wouldn’t have lasted so long.

But if it wasn’t because of that, what other reason could there be for the Ouyang Family to come after him?

Li Chengyi was perplexed and turned his gaze to Wang Zhijun, who also seemed baffled.

"Little Jun, do you know anything about Miss Qing Er from the Ouyang Family?"

"I know a bit. That Miss Qing Er is quite a famous talent in recent years. It’s just that her reputation might not be very good."

"Not very good?" Li Chengyi frowned. "How is it ’not good’?"

"How to say this... Miss Qing Er is beautiful, with great talents. She belongs to the superior Blood Essence Bloodline of the Ouyang Family. Hmm, many Blood Essence clans internally classify their members to differentiate between the main family and cadet branches. The distinction isn’t made by birth relations but by the purity of the bloodline, which is generally divided into upper, middle, and lower grades, simple and clear. Ouyang Qing belongs to the upper grade, meaning she is among the best of Bloodline Martial Artists."

"Isn’t that a good thing? Then why is her reputation not very good?" While listening to the chaotic noises outside, Li Chengyi asked, puzzled.

"Actually, Miss Qing Er has been betrothed several times, more than once, and counting this year, it has already been five times," Wang Zhijun said helplessly. "Unfortunately, perhaps due to her strong bloodline and high natural talents, this Miss Qing Er is quite...umm...tough on her fiancés."

"...." Li Chengyi started to understand the situation upon hearing this.

"It’s just that...umm...her bloodline is too strong, which makes it easy for her to get agitated. A slight trigger could drive her into a frenzied state, and even the Heart-Locking Pills from the Imperial Court are useless to suppress it. So her previous fiancés...they didn’t last half a year before they were torn to pieces," Wang Zhijun explained, "Then, presumably seeing you alone and unsupported here, they wanted to gain leverage, but actually... I suspect that Miss Qing Er might have a mutated bloodline and might need to use people to practice her skills..."

"What do you mean by that?" Li Chengyi asked, his heart stirred but his expression unchanged.

"The logic is simple. Every time one of her fiancés dies, Miss Qing Er’s strength increases significantly. She has now practiced her family’s Flame of Severe Cold Technique to the fifth level, and you need to know that reaching the sixth level requires fusing with the True Seal. Other members of the Ouyang Clan would need at least fifty years to reach this stage, but she managed it at just twenty years old. It’s not something that can be explained by talent alone," Wang Zhijun shook his head.

While the two talked inside, the men from the Ouyang Family outside became more relentless, and the servants they brought also started to get physical, pushing and making a racket.

In the dim medical hall’s exterior on the street, a group of sturdy men and women dressed in grayish-white attire, wearing brown head ornaments, surrounded a young man sitting atop a black steed, his demeanor cold and indifferent.

The young man was dressed in finery; under the azure-green cloak was a pristine white inner garment tailored for combat, and he carried a nearly two-meter-long black blade on his back.

Facing the modest Wang’s Medical Hall, impatience was clearly visible in his eyes.

"Forget it, this medical hall doesn’t comply with the city’s safety regulations. Seal it up for now, and we’ll reopen it once it’s up to standard," he said.

As soon as these words came out, the Wang Family’s servants trying to bar the entrance were immediately dissatisfied. But as non-martial individuals facing the robust martial artists from the Ouyang Family, they could only watch helplessly as their medical hall was forcibly shut down.

Such a domineering act furrowed the brows of the surrounding shopkeepers.

Yet no one dared to speak up.

In a peaceful environment, such rampant behavior would undoubtedly have a severe impact on the business climate, deterring people from wanting to do business here.

But in this place, dangers lurked everywhere,

Natural disasters, bandits, crazed nomadic warriors, those Bloodline lunatics far more powerful than wild beasts, they roamed freely over the expansive dark earth, treating humans as livestock and keeping them as slaves.

It was precisely because of this stark contrast that Quling Mansion, amidst such an environment, had become an unimaginable paradise.

Before long, the medical hall was sealed off.

The young man sneered coldly, for these True Qi Martial Practitioners, such inferior people simply weren’t worth his attention. Had it not been for his sister’s urgent need for materials on the other end, he wouldn’t have bothered to come and capture someone.

These days, the surrounding young True Qi Martial Practitioners with potential had all been ensnared. The rest either had fled or came from backgrounds too powerful to tamper with. It was rare to find a new promising material, and the Ouyang Family had expended some connections to transfer him to Quling Mansion. Wasn’t it for moments like this?

Otherwise, did anyone really think a genius who had made achievements in an ordinary county could be directly transferred to a coveted place like Quling Mansion?

Without the backing of his Ouyang Family, it would have been possible to be transferred to some other desolate and dangerous cities.

The young man had made up his mind; he was definitely going to take the person back with him today. Just now, his informants had personally witnessed Wang Yichen entering this place.

If he couldn’t take the person back with him, he’d find a pretext to arrest everyone from the medical hall. Then, Wang Yichen would have no choice but to submit.

After all, his Ouyang Family was currently in charge of the city’s commerce and trade sector. To find an excuse to shut down the medical hall and arrest a few people was all too easy. He could just conjure up a reason, kill a few, and Wang Yichen would have to accept his fate.

The young man sneered in his heart.

’Enjoy the benefits my family offers, then turn around and refuse to acknowledge it? There’s no such good deal under heaven.’

In the eyes of his Bloodline Martial Artist family clan, True Qi Martial Practitioners were slave material, ordinary civilians were livestock, not even considered human.

The vast gap in martial power created nearly hermetic circles among Bloodline Martial Artists.

Therefore, as long as he wasn’t committing a massacre, other bloodline families really wouldn’t intervene.

In the backyard.

By now, Li Chengyi, under the persuasion of Wang Zhijun, had decided to leave quietly through the back door.

Since the other party was looking for him, as long as he didn’t show up, there wouldn’t be much of a problem.

"Hurry up and leave. In the future, try to come here less. The Ouyang Family clearly has their eyes set here," Wang Zhijun sighed, "As long as we abide by the law and maintain a good attitude, they won’t do anything to us."

"Take care. Try to disassociate yourself from me as much as possible and don’t suffer for short-term gain," Li Chengyi advised.

It was for his sake, after all, that the Wang Family Ancestral House was facing this pressure, so he felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Go quickly, don’t get caught again. That is the Ouyang Family, after all, a Blood Essence Bloodline clan, not someone we can afford to provoke," Wang Zhijun led people to the rear door’s hidden exit and urged.

"Alright, we’ll keep in touch through letters," Li Chengyi clasped his fist, turned, and quickly headed back to his residence.

Watching the direction he left, Wang Zhijun sighed deeply and turned back.

In this medical hall, he was the mainstay. If he didn’t show up at a time like this, the people of the hall would likely disperse.

To expect the employees to stand firm against the Ouyang Family’s servants? That was unrealistic.

So, it had to be him who came forward to negotiate.

As for the danger... Wasn’t dealing with such matters the role of the future Wang family patriarch?

If he feared danger, then he might as well not be the young family head.

Grasping his somewhat trembling hand, Wang Zhijun’s eyes flashed with determination as he strode toward the front hall.

He knew all too well the danger posed by the Ouyang Family, but... this was his responsibility.

Passing through the courtyard, he leaped into the air, landing lightly, and stood under the signboard at the front of the medical hall, greeting the Ouyang Family youth on horseback with a fist salute.

"I am Wang Zhijun, in charge of the medical hall. I have seen the young master of the Ouyang Family."

"I am Ouyang Shenyen. Where is Wang Yichen?" The mounted youth said, impatiently.

"Are you referring to Deputy Commander Wang Yichen? We haven’t seen him enter the clinic," replied Wang Zhijun, his expression unchanged and his response respectful.

"My man saw him enter, so tell me, is it you who are lying to me, or is it him?" Ouyang Shenyen’s gaze swept over to a servant by his side.

The servant quickly stepped forward, his expression panicky, and knelt down on the ground to kowtow.

"Young master, I have not deceived you! I saw Wang Yichen enter this medical hall with my own eyes!"

"What do you have to say?" Ouyang Shenyen turned to Wang Zhijun. "Think carefully before you speak."

Wang Zhijun’s body went numb, and he felt a chill run down his spine as if a defenseless commoner had been targeted by a ferocious beast.

This was a physical warning that manifested only when there was a substantial gap in strength between two individuals.

"I... really..."

Before he could finish his words, he already saw the unmistakable glint of ferocity in the other’s eyes, setting off alarm bells in his head.

"What does the Ouyang Family want with me?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the right side of the crowd.

The civilians and martial practitioners watching the scene parted ways to make a path, and a man stepped out from among them.

This man was well-built, with black hair and eyes, dressed in a black robe with white trim, a silver official sword hanging from his waist. It was none other than Li Chengyi, who had clearly just left.

He frowned as he glanced at Wang Zhijun, having sensed the murderous intent from Ouyang Shenyen earlier; the man truly dared to kill someone in broad daylight right there.

It made him realize he had underestimated the disdain that Bloodline Martial Artists had for common people.

They truly regarded human life as grass...

Thus, he decisively stood up. Wang Zhijun... even from this event, one could see he had courage and assumed his responsibilities; not bad.

"Are you Wang Yichen?" Ouyang Shenyen turned his head slightly, looking at Li Chengyi.

"What do you want to say?" Li Chengyi turned towards him.

"Heh... gutsy," Ouyang Shenyen chuckled coldly, then suddenly raised his hand.

A point of cold light shot out, reaching Li Chengyi in a blink of an eye.

Slap.

He caught it with one hand.

It was a silver envelope, written on it: Personally penned by Ouyang Qing.

"This is a letter from my sister. Your engagement ceremony is set for the beginning of next month. Don’t run off; we will send someone to pick you up," Ouyang Shenyen instructed.

Seeing Li Chengyi about to speak, he quickly glanced at Wang Zhijun and the others, his threatening intent clear without words.

Li Chengyi furrowed his brows but said no more.

This wasn’t Cangshi County, where Four Yin Gods and even the Yin Yue God himself were stationed; the martial power here was far stronger.

Many bold actions weren’t appropriate here; after all, even without clashing hands, he could be sure this place definitely had experts stronger than his full-outburst.

So he had to act cautiously.

Watching Ouyang Shenyen and his entourage leave with great fanfare yet a hollow follow-through, Li Chengyi understood their message.

By handing over the letter personally, with so many spectators, it was as if he was forcibly engaged. If he dared to renege on it afterward, it would be a direct offense to the Ouyang Family, ruining their entire clan’s reputation.

By then, they would have every right to seek revenge against him.

’Interesting...’.

Li Chengyi tore open the envelope, finding the paper inside blank, with nothing written on it.

Clearly, the other party couldn’t even be bothered to feign politeness.

"Brother Chen! Why did you come out like that?!" Wang Zhijun quickly approached, his expression anxious.

"Now that the engagement is set, what are we to do in the future?!"

Wang Yichen was the hope for the future development of the entire Wang Family, which had invested a great deal of effort and resources in his potential.

They were even gathering a large amount of various herbs for Wang Yichen’s future cultivation, without intending to charge him for them.

He had not expected that from the very beginning, they would be targeted by the Ouyang Family...

"It’s fine; I will handle it. Besides, Miss Qing Er is beautiful and talented, and she is a Bloodline Martial Artist. All things considered, I am still the one coming out ahead," Li Chengyi said with a smile, his eyes narrowing.

"Brother Chen, you...!" Wang Zhijun didn’t know what to say, his mind in disarray.

The Wang Family was far outmatched by the Ouyang Family. No matter the stratagem, no matter the connections they might have, facing such a vast gap in strength, it was useless.

"Don’t fret. Sometimes, a misfortune may turn out to be a blessing, and a blessing may turn into a misfortune. At the very least, you should think that before next month, we will have some breathing room, won’t we?"

He patted Wang Zhijun on the shoulder, this close and affectionate act showing his true approval of him.

"But..."

"No buts, go back and rest, reassure the people at the medical hall. I will handle the rest," Li Chengyi cut him off.

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