Volume One: Qin Yang of the Northern Sea Chapter 39: Slaughter

Feng Family Villa

At this moment, all was silent around the villa. In the courtyard, over a hundred men patrolled, each wielding a gleaming blade. Feng Feng sat in the living room, gazing helplessly at his feeble-minded son. The ashtray beside him overflowed with cigarette butts, a testament to his agitation.

He had received word that three separate groups had been dispatched to deal with Qin Yang, yet none had brought back good news. This left him deeply unsettled.

At the gate, two guards spotted a figure approaching in the distance. Their faces tensed with suspicion as they shouted, "Who goes there?"

It was none other than Qin Yang. Having dispatched the Blade King Duan Ming and the bearded giant Wu Changcun, he arrived here gravely wounded but without pause for recovery. He wanted the world to know: anyone who dared cross him would meet certain death.

A bright, almost gleeful smile lit up his face; his white teeth shone under the moonlight. "I'm here for your lives," he declared.

The guards' faces blanched. One moved to raise the alarm, but Qin Yang was already upon them. With a swift motion of his Black Dragon dagger, both fell lifeless to the ground.

Creak—

The iron gate swung open and he stepped inside.

Gunshots rang out in the darkness. He darted aside, dodging bullets as the noise roused every guard in the compound. Soon, over a hundred fierce-looking men had swarmed in, their eyes fixed on Qin Yang.

"Brothers, charge! Whoever kills Qin Yang gets a million!"

Tempted by such an enormous bounty, the thugs rushed at him, undaunted.

He let out a few dry laughs, then moved again, gliding like a midnight phantom through the crowd. In the darkness, his Black Dragon dagger became a reaper’s scythe; with every strike, another life was claimed.

The ground was slick with blood and scattered with severed limbs—hell itself come to earth.

A sniper in the distance watched the carnage unfold, trembling. Though an international mercenary accustomed to violence, he had never seen such slaughter. He tried to find his target through the scope, but Qin Yang moved too fast to lock on.

Minutes later, he searched again, only to find that Qin Yang had vanished without a trace.

"Damn it."

"Looking for me?" Qin Yang’s face was streaked with blood, resembling a demon risen from hell, as he stared down Gao Kun.

Gao Kun's expression changed dramatically. He never expected that after firing a single shot—without even hitting his mark—his position would be discovered. His face contorted with fear as he drew a dagger and charged at Qin Yang.

Bang!

With a powerful kick, Qin Yang sent Gao Kun flying. The Black Dragon dagger flashed; Qin Yang didn’t even glance back, radiating utter confidence.

He strode toward the house, each heavy step leaving a bloody print behind.

Feng Feng lit another cigarette, his nerves frayed as he watched the door. He never imagined that even after assembling so many men, he would still fail. When he glanced at the elderly man beside him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had paid dearly to keep this person by his side. If this man failed to stop Qin Yang, then his own doom was certain.

Qin Yang entered, noting the figure in the distance. His brows furrowed—he hadn’t expected Master Yideng to be here.

A monk should have renounced all worldly ties, yet here he was—what could it mean?

"Master, we meet again."

"Benefactor Qin, Mr. Feng has pledged to renovate our stone temple. He asked me to protect his life. I hope you won't make things difficult for me," Master Yideng replied, palms pressed together in a gesture of respect.

Qin Yang’s lips curled in a cold smile. "So, Master Yideng, you intend to stop me?"

"Put down the blade and become a Buddha—please forgive me, Benefactor Qin."

"The blade? I’m afraid I’ve only just begun. If you wish to block my path, show me what you can do." With a cold snort, he flicked his Black Dragon dagger and lunged.

The two clashed at once. Qin Yang was surprised to find that in just two days, Master Yideng had stepped into the Path of Enlightenment. Clearly, experience in the mortal world was crucial.

"Benefactor Qin, you are no match for me now. Leave while you can," Master Yideng entreated.

Qin Yang shook his head. "Master Yideng, out of respect for your Buddhist lineage, I never wished to clash with you. But if you are so attached to the mortal world, why seek refuge in the monastic life?"

He summoned the Berserker's Dominance technique. To use it twice in succession taxed his body greatly; his face turned deathly pale. But none of that mattered now. He had only one goal—the destruction of the Feng family.

A murderous aura exploded from him, surging like a furious blood dragon through the room.

Master Yideng recoiled at the horrifying force. His eyes narrowed. "The Path of Slaughter..."

"I never thought you would comprehend the Path of Slaughter," he exclaimed. He himself had grasped the Path of Freedom, a lesser way, while the Path of Slaughter was among the ten great paths—a terrifying force indeed.

Luckily, Qin Yang’s insight was still shallow; had it been deeper, a single glance might have annihilated them all.

True energy surged into the Black Dragon dagger, gathering murderous intent as Qin Yang slashed at Master Yideng.

Sensing the ferocity of the attack, Master Yideng retreated rapidly, but Qin Yang feinted and struck down Feng Feng instead.

"What?" Master Yideng paled at the sight, stumbling back several steps. With Feng Feng dead, the hope of restoring his temple was lost.

Realization seemed to dawn on him. He shook his head and left without another word.

Qin Yang turned to the printer nearby and began printing out documents. He took Feng Bo, still lost in his stupor, and had him press a handprint on the paperwork—Feng Feng's as well.

Surveying the lavishly decorated villa, he shook his head. "What a pity."

Once he left, a great fire engulfed the Feng estate, reducing it to ashes. The incident shook the entire city of Bincheng.

The next day, the government announced the contents of a will: all of Feng Real Estate’s assets were to be donated to benefit society, funding schools and orphanages.

On the third day, Feng Real Estate made front-page headlines. Even in death, the family had chosen to help others—such virtue was rarely seen.

None of this, however, had anything to do with Qin Yang. Still recuperating from his grave injuries, he passed his days in the hospital reading newspapers and books, his life peaceful and content.