Volume Four: Renowned Across the Land Chapter 127: Merely Cannon Fodder

The night was dark, the wind brisk and gentle, moving quietly like a phantom at midnight. His eyes fixed on the manor ahead, illuminated by lights that made it appear as bright as day, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, he leaped forward, crossing the gate and stepping onto the path. Surveillance cameras locked onto him the moment he entered, and the guards rushed over, their expressions grave.

A master—undoubtedly a master. To have breached the first and second lines of defense and reached the manor itself was proof of exceptional skill.

“Who dares trespass on the Tian family grounds? You’re asking for death,” Tian Weijia barked coldly, his gaze fixed on Qin Yang. Five or six others stood nearby, alert and ready.

“Heh, if you want to know who I am, I’m afraid you’re not worthy,” Qin Yang said with a sly smile, striding confidently inside.

“Seeking death!” Tian Weijia’s temper flared, fists clenched tightly as he struck at Qin Yang with lightning speed.

As the captain of the guards, Tian Weijia’s strength had long reached the peak of the Enlightenment Realm. Not only in the mundane world but even in the ancient martial arts circles, he was well-known.

To them, this punch was sure to crush Qin Yang.

Qin Yang smiled silently and casually threw a single punch. Tian Weijia was sent flying, his face draining of color.

“How is this possible?” Those around could not accept the truth—it was too devastating.

The guard captain they all respected so deeply had been sent flying with a single blow.

What did that even mean?

The commotion inside the manor quickly caught the attention of those within.

Tian Yu, recently returned and freshly scolded by his grandfather, was in a foul mood. Seeing Qin Yang below, a bloodthirsty smile spread across his face.

“You refuse the path to heaven and break into hell’s gate. Aren’t you just courting death?”

“Qin Yang!” The young man before him had spent a night in prison—not enduring great hardship, but enough to bring deep shame.

He laughed upon seeing Qin Yang. “Looks like I chose the right place—I was released so quickly?”

Tian Yu’s fury erupted, and with a gust, he struck out, shouting, “Feel my fists!”

The silver fox blade spun in the air, poised directly at Tian Yu’s vital point. With just a flicker of will, the opponent would be pierced through like a sieve.

Sweat beaded on his forehead; he had never imagined that Qin Yang before him was so terrifying.

Suddenly recalling his earlier mockery, fear surged through him.

Could this man truly be Qin Yang of Beihai?

“Young Master,” Tian Weijia called out anxiously.

At that moment, the silver fox blade formation retracted, and Qin Yang vanished swiftly, unleashing a punch that sent the figure flying without a glance, before heading toward the main hall.

No one dared to stop him.

The silver fox blade formation was the ultimate proof—the man had to be Qin Yang of Beihai.

Inside the hall were four masters at the Entry Realm, including one at its peak—a respectable display of power.

Yet compared to a force with access to the Profound Realm, it was far less.

Tian family patriarch Tian Guangyao sat in the main seat, rising with a smile as Qin Yang approached.

“Qin Yang of Beihai, your reputation is well deserved. Your last duel with the White-Clad Sword Saint Aotian, and the battles that followed, left me no choice but to admire you.”

“I’m curious, what brings you to injure my Tian family disciple?”

“First, Tian Yu was disrespectful to me. I only struck once and spared his life out of respect for the Tian family.”

“Second, I heard your family possesses a thousand-year-old green vine. Is that true?”

Tian Guangyao’s expression shifted sharply. The thousand-year-old green vine was still hidden in a secret chamber. Over the years, many had come to verify its existence, but no one had obtained definitive proof. Now, with Qin Yang’s arrival, it was clear he had come prepared.

This was a figure hailed as the God of Killers in the ancient martial world.

“We do possess such a vine,” Tian Guangyao said honestly, meeting Qin Yang’s gaze.

“Father!” someone called out.

Tian Guangyao waved his hand at the others. “The thousand-year green vine has special properties—it can gather spiritual energy. If you seek it, that’s impossible. But if you want to take it by force, the Tian family is ready to meet you.”

Qin Yang sat down quietly, not responding but pouring himself a cup of tea with a faint smile.

Around them, people exchanged glances as the atmosphere thickened, almost frozen. After all, Qin Yang of Beihai was a name that carried weight, standing shoulder to shoulder with the great powers.

Tian Yu stomped in, grumbling curses. Those beside him turned pale and, without hesitation, kicked him out.

For the Tian family’s eldest son to be sent flying twice in one day was no small humiliation.

Tian Guangyao pondered the gains and losses. If Qin Yang made a move, could they withstand his might? Or how many allies could he muster? Yet whenever Tian Guangyao mentioned Qin Yang’s name, potential allies would likely avoid him.

Tap, tap, tap.

Fingers drummed on the table, composing a beautiful melody that, at this moment, sounded more like a summons of doom.

“Patriarch Tian!”

“Yes, I’m here,” Tian Guangyao said, rising abruptly. Before Qin Yang, he dared not be arrogant. “Very well, I will bring out the thousand-year green vine.”

Hissing—

Everyone’s expression changed instantly. Just as they prepared to speak, Tian Guangyao silenced them with a smile, waiting for Qin Yang to continue.

“You should know about the Gathering Spirit Formation in the ancient martial world. In time, I will help your family set up such a formation. How does that sound?” Qin Yang said with a smile, confident no one with common sense would refuse.

Hearing this, Tian Guangyao’s face brightened with joy and excitement. He stepped forward. “Is that true?”

“Of course, my name is my guarantee.”

Without hesitation, Tian Guangyao ordered the thousand-year green vine brought forth.

Taking it decisively, he looked at the unconscious Tian Yu with a frown. “There’s no need to keep the Pan family.”

Everyone’s faces darkened. They knew the background of Tian Yu’s interrogation. For the Tian family, the Pan family was nothing more than cannon fodder.

Having decided to befriend Qin Yang, there was no need for the Pan family to stand as an obstacle between them.

Qin Yang, unaware of these developments, moved through the night with furrowed brows. Ahead, a dozen men in red robes blocked his path.

He descended slowly, eyes wary.

These men emitted a peculiar energy wave.

“Vampires?”

“Qin Yang of Beihai, we have long heard of your strength, comparable to the great powers. News just came yesterday that you are truly in Beihai. Since you’ve come to Huaxia, we must take your head.”

“To prove to the world that our bloodline is the strongest.”