Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 332: Compulsory Measures

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Compulsory Measures

After all, he hadn’t moved for a day.

But Yang Tian overlooked one thing. Once you step into the mysterious gate, time becomes limitless.

Especially now that he has advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, Yang Tian himself has become extraordinary. In the future, the frequency of his seclusion will increase, and the duration will grow longer as well.

If every time he went into seclusion, rumors spread in the outside world claiming he was already dead, then by the time he emerged, wouldn’t the Yang family have long been destroyed beyond recognition?

Then what use would his strength and revenge be?

Does he plan to have his family cultivate?

This question also emerged before Yang Tian. But the Heavenly Dao coldly stated that one’s cultivation path cannot be easily taught.

It also pointed out that the way of cultivators is not suitable for everyone. Talent, opportunity, and diligence are indispensable.

The Yang family, the Yang family, has been observed numerous times, and there are hardly any members suitable for cultivation. Even Yang Tian himself would not have been suitable had he not consumed the monster’s ghostly essence, which altered his constitution, allowing him to break through the Foundation Establishment stage and laying a solid foundation for his path. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been fit for the path of a Demon Cultivator.

So, comparatively, Yang Tian decided to carefully assess the situation. After all, he hadn’t returned in over a year. Even though he had some understanding of Martyr Long, it was far from comprehensive.

Anyone who betrayed him and forced Yang to act in this way was more clear through his own observation.

It was precisely due to Yang Tian’s actions that he came to understand the Fan Family and other clans. Upon returning to Binjiang, he even learned that some prominent figures from Su Province had betrayed him and joined the ranks of those conspiring to assassinate members of the Yang family!

The devil is strong enough to peer into one’s inner being.

At this time, Yang Tian had no intention of letting any leaks slip through the net. As for catching all potential leaks, Yang Tian wanted to do it thoroughly, but eradicating them wouldn’t be so simple.

The devil cannot tolerate betrayal. Regarding this, Yang Tian would show no mercy.

As for the Yang Family, apart from the elite Iron Blood Division protection team, there wouldn’t be anything significant except for enduring the hardships of life for some time.

If he didn’t return, his parents and younger sister might worry for a time, but at the same time, he could ensure they—especially his mother and sister—wouldn’t act impulsively.

After all, this time, Yang Tian had no plans to explain anything like he did before.

Of course, there was one more point. While Yang Tian’s current strength meant he didn’t need to be overly cautious, Old Gu was still among the few people Yang Tian respected.

During the time Yang’s death in the United States was confirmed, Yang Tian suppressed the situation, and the Yang family remained safe, though life became more difficult. This was largely thanks to the care of the old man.

Thus, Yang Tian didn’t know exactly what he should do, so he wouldn’t let himself fall into a dilemma.

After consolidating these thoughts, Yang Tian prepared to take some actions to continue strengthening his Nascent Soul powers. After all, rushing wouldn’t be enough.

But just as Yang Tian was about to get up to rest, his brows suddenly furrowed.

"Creak!"

At this moment, the door suddenly opened. A pale woman appeared, cautiously locking the door behind her before looking at Yang Tian and saying, "Sir, I... I’ve caused some trouble. I hope to stay here out of sight for one night."

As she spoke, as though afraid of Yang Tian’s refusal, the woman immediately threw out a stack of bills, roughly several tens of thousands.

"As long as you... you agree, the money is yours!"

The woman coughed lightly, opening her mouth to speak.

Money?

Yang Tianlian didn’t even glance at it. For him, money held no value today.

However, Yang Tian was intrigued by the woman because she was an early-stage warrior, and she seemed to have suffered significant injuries.

An early-stage warrior!

Though this was insignificant to Yang Tian, it was rather unusual in a riverside town instead of a place like Grey Valley County, where practitioners often gathered.

To think of Zhou Tong, who had claimed some eminent position in Yingtian during the early Ming Dynasty, becoming an early-stage warrior. To the mundane world, he would absolutely be regarded as an elite Martial Arts Master!

Even the powerful figures in this town might not possess such mastery.

And today, such a woman with early-stage strength appeared before Yang Tian, injured no less. Who could have harmed her?

The woman, seeing Yang Tian not utter a word, glanced at him with disdain and snorted coldly, clearly regarding him as some kind of scoundrel.

Despite her injuries, as an early-stage warrior, witnessing Yang Tian refuse to cooperate while merely sizing her up, she immediately prepared to take decisive action.

Regardless, all she sought was temporary refuge.

But suddenly, a commotion sounded outside the door, something like activity in the next room.

Hearing it, the woman’s face turned pale but realized there was no way out.

Listening to the sounds that gradually drew closer, the woman gritted her teeth and stared fiercely at Yang Tian before stepping into the bathroom.

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

Yang Tian heard it and then glanced at the woman hiding in the bathroom. Shaking his head in amusement, he walked over and opened the door. "What is it?"

Standing at the door was a tall, sturdy man who spoke coldly, "We are the police. A suspect has just escaped into this area, so we must conduct a search. Are you by yourself?"

Saying this, the man scanned Yang Tian’s room and suddenly fixed his gaze on the edge of the bathroom door.

"Two people. One is taking a shower. Does that require your police to investigate?" Yang Tian remarked with a faint smile.

A shower? Such a claim?

The man couldn’t believe what he’d heard, but in that instant, his gaze fell upon Yang Tian’s eyes, noticing the flicker of black light within them.

Moments later, the man hesitated but nodded blankly and said, "In that case, we won’t disturb you!"

Then:

"Thank you for your rescue!"

The woman hiding in the bathroom, naturally unaware of Yang Tian’s intent, stepped out hesitantly once the police had left, disappearing the tension in the air.

She thanked Yang Tian but then abruptly changed her tone, her voice growing cold: "But don’t hold me accountable for anything. Since you saved me, I will overlook this for now! For the record, my name is Han Qingqiu."

Upon hearing this, Yang Tian chuckled softly.

He didn’t take the violent threats of minor warriors seriously. Moreover, the way he’d casually referred to Han Qingqiu taking a shower earlier had undoubtedly carried some vague undertones.

Of course, what truly caught Yang Tian’s interest was why a powerful warrior had suddenly appeared in this riverside town and where they had come from.

So he asked, "Who was that man just now?"

"You’re together with him!"

Han Qingqiu scoffed coldly yet seemed to relax her tone slightly, likely because Yang Tian had ultimately saved her. She continued, "By the way, seeing as I brought tens of thousands of US dollars with me and you ignored it, you must come from a powerful family. Have you heard of the Fan Family in Binjiang?"

"Of course, I’ve heard of them!" Yang Tian nodded.

But inwardly, he was pondering who this Fan family’s current leader might be.

Thinking back, the Fan family had once been a giant in Ontario. Naturally, it wouldn’t be surprising for them to interact with warriors and recruit strong practitioners.

Sure enough, Han Qingqiu, observing Yang Tian’s reaction upon hearing of the Fan family, continued, "That man just now is called Ghost Hand Zhou Qi. As for why he’s called Ghost Hand, you wouldn’t understand! Let’s just say he’s extraordinarily strong, probably equivalent to an ordinary Martial Arts Master!"

Here, Han Qingqiu seemed to recall something and gritted her teeth, muttering to herself, "Fan’s own son is so arrogant, daring to lust after me and even rob me, provoking the hostility of Jiang Lan and Shi Jie. I must get my revenge for this!"