Volume Four: Renowned Far and Wide Chapter 124: Encircled Village

On the way home, Qin Yang received a call from He Tianlong, who informed him that all the medicinal herbs he required had been found. They agreed to meet at Sanmiao Village.

Qin Yang drove a low-profile Volkswagen toward the village, but as he reached the entrance, he was forced to stop. The road was completely blocked by three dump trucks. Frowning, he stepped out of the car to investigate. A youth with dyed red hair brandished a baseball bat and shouted, "The road is closed. No entry. Come back another day."

Qin Yang felt a surge of irritation. The road had been clear that morning; were these people idiots? Did they think he was a fool? Through a gap between the trucks, he spotted Du Lang and a familiar-looking young man—Pan Wei, a man he had crossed paths with before. Having crippled Pan Wei’s brother, Pan Yang, earlier that day, Qin Yang knew exactly why they were here.

He began to walk forward. When the red-haired youth tried to strike him, Qin Yang kicked him aside, sending him flying into unconsciousness. He continued toward Du Lang, eager to see what this turncoat was up to.

Du Lang’s expression soured upon seeing him, remembering their previous encounter. Pan Wei, however, grinned, thinking Qin Yang had walked straight into a trap.

"It's you!"

"Indeed," Qin Yang said calmly. "Clear the road and stop this nonsense, and I’ll let you go."

The gathered crowd erupted in laughter. Pan Wei, emboldened by the hundred or so men Du Lang had hired for protection, scoffed, "Let me go? With all these people here? How about this: leave that girl with me for a couple of days, and maybe I'll consider it."

"You're courting death."

Qin Yang’s eyes turned cold. With a swift, powerful slap, he sent Pan Wei flying. Du Lang tried to intervene, but Qin Yang was too fast.

"Pan Shao!" Du Lang cried out, rushing to help him.

Qin Yang stood his ground. "Du Lang, I showed you mercy before because you grew up in this village and are my elder. Since you don't appreciate it, don't expect to leave here easily today."

Pan Wei, eyes burning with murderous rage, shrieked, "Attack! I want him dead!"

Qin Yang shook his head. "Your younger brother is just like you."

Pan Wei froze. "You’ve seen Pan Yang?"

"Yes. He’s in the hospital. He might lose his legs."

Pan Wei knew then that Qin Yang was responsible for his brother's state. "It was you! Kill him! Whoever finishes him off gets a million!"

The thugs, eyes gleaming with greed, surged forward. Qin Yang turned to Zhang Mengqi, who was gripping his arm in fear. "Relax," he said. "Just watch."

With a roar, Qin Yang charged into the fray like a dragon, his movements swift and his strikes devastating. Men were sent flying with every blow. He moved with a rhythm that seemed to anticipate every attack, weaving through the chaos with ease. Zhang Mengqi watched, mesmerized by his calm, fearless demeanor.

As he cleared the crowd, a young man in Taoist robes approached. He was a practitioner of Ancient Martial Arts, a master at the Dao-Entry level.

"The Tian family of Beihai," the man said with a smile. "I am protecting Pan Wei. If you don't agree, I'll beat you until you do."

Qin Yang smirked. "Beat me until I agree? That sounds familiar. Let's see how you do it."

Before the man could move, the roar of rotors filled the air. Two helicopters descended, and hundreds of armed soldiers surrounded the village, weapons drawn.

"Drop your weapons and surrender immediately," the order boomed from above. "Or be executed on the spot!"