Volume Two: First Signs of Brilliance Chapter 48: The Voice of the Heart

The faint glow of the lamplight flickered as a gentle breeze swept through, carrying a hint of chill. He slipped off his coat and draped it over Ye Meier’s shoulders.

This feeling of being cared for was something she hadn’t experienced in a long time, and she found herself longing for it. How many times had she dreamed of walking down familiar streets with her beloved, leaning on each other, free and unrestrained like ordinary lovers? She had once loved a man deeply, but a car accident had separated them forever. Five years of healing had led her out of that shadow.

She had thought she would never care for another, but since Qin Yang appeared—especially the sensation of his arm around her just now—she found herself yearning for him.

She tried to take Qin Yang’s hand, her heart fluttering with nervous excitement and a secret thrill.

“It’s getting cold,” she said.

Qin Yang, who had been walking beside her, suddenly stopped and transferred a trace of true energy into her body, driving away the cold.

Seeing this, she couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated. She had finally managed to muster the courage, and yet Qin Yang...

“Hmph, I’m here. You can go now.” She stamped her foot, pouted her rosy lips, looking irresistibly adorable beneath the starlight, her charm magnified.

Qin Yang was transfixed. The black trench coat just covered her hips, beneath it a short skirt, legs wrapped in black stockings, her entire figure radiating allure.

Especially now, under the lamplight, alone together—a man and a woman. He suddenly remembered the last time they had shared a bed, and his heart felt like a burning flame, slowly igniting.

Her cheeks flushed beneath his heated gaze, head bowed.

“Ahem, Sister Ye, I’ll take my leave.” He couldn’t stay any longer, fearing something might happen if he did. It wasn’t that his resolve was weak—it was simply that the temptation was too great.

Click, click, click.

The sound of high heels striking the pavement rang out, weaving a melody. Under the night sky, Lily approached, wearing a new short skirt with a vest over it, flesh-colored stockings making her legs appear snowy white, her hair pinned up to reveal a delicate neck.

At the police station, Lily had seemed like a fairy untouched by earthly concerns; now, she looked like a stylish star, captivating in every way.

Her fiery red lips curled slightly, full of cunning.

Her lips seemed capable of stirring a man’s ambition, but her pure face doused that fire with icy water.

Qin Yang, male, twenty-two years and ten months old, from Beihai. Half a year ago, Old Master Ye brought him to Bincheng; at the time, he was a lovesick pauper, but since arriving, his fortunes soared.

He gambled on jade stones and made a hundred million, earned another ten million in the antique market. Now he owned shares in Yaoyao Beautification, his net worth soaring into the billions.

Such a dramatic transformation—why?

We’ve investigated your family background. Your parents are back home, you have siblings, and there’s no connection to ancient martial arts in your family. The Feng family’s downfall was also due to you.

If you say you have no one supporting you, I can’t believe it.

Lighting a cigarette, she smiled faintly. The information was thorough, and with Dragon Squad’s resources, she had no doubts.

In truth, he resented this kind of investigation. Though Lily was beautiful, for some reason she now reminded him of the enchantress, evoking his dislike.

“What are you trying to say?” he asked.

“I want to know who stands behind you. Who is your master? What is your purpose?” Lily’s voice was calm and cold, carrying an aggressive edge.

Qin Yang laughed arrogantly. “Want to know who my master is? I’m afraid you’re not qualified. Not you, not even War Dragon.”

“You know War Dragon?” Lily was surprised—this detail had clearly escaped her investigation.

She took a deep drag of her cigarette and said calmly, “Indeed, I have a master behind me. You needn’t speculate who he is. You’re right—he trained me with a purpose.”

“What purpose?” Lily pressed urgently.

“To break through the heavens,” he replied, pointing skyward as he walked away.

Lily’s face changed dramatically. She hadn’t expected Qin Yang to harbor such ambitions—to pierce the heavens, what kind of calamity would that entail?

She snorted coldly. “Arrogant fool.”

As she spoke, the wind gathered overhead. Two dragons formed from the breeze surged toward Qin Yang.

Faced with the attack, he extended his arms, veins bulging like dragon sinews, fierce and formidable.

He caught one wind dragon in his hand and smashed the other with his fist, shattering them.

Hiss—

Though he dispersed the wind dragons, he staggered several steps backward, his blood surging.

He gazed at Lily with a grave expression, thinking, “Strong.”

“Ice and wind—she’s mastered both elements,” he mused, surprised by Lily’s formidable power.

“This world is vast. Don’t be so reckless with your words. Offend the wrong person and you won’t even know how you did it,” Lily warned, her figure fading away, leaving him alone on the street.

He entered a grove, immersing himself in cultivation.

The biting wind did not affect him at all. Memories surged in his mind as he searched for powerful martial techniques. He had just entered Xishan County and rarely encountered martial artists; if he offended a strong one, survival would be his first concern.

Thunder Motion Three Thousand was formidable, but his understanding of the Thunder Path was just beginning; he couldn’t wield its full power yet.

Under the bright moon, Qin Yang, engrossed in cultivation, was unaware that a greater event had unfolded in Xishan County due to business disputes.

Shangguan Yu absconded with family assets and murdered his own father, vanishing without a trace.

This shocked everyone. Parricide was the gravest of crimes, despised by all in the martial world.

Dragon Squad intervened but found no clues about Shangguan Yu.

Three days—three whole days—Qin Yang seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. His phone was off, and no one knew where he had gone.

Wang Hao was anxious—it was he who had called Qin Yang here, and now Qin Yang was missing. If he hadn’t received word that Qin Yang left the Xishan police station that night, he would have gone searching long ago.

The Shangguan family crisis was not yet resolved, and martial artists flooded into Xishan County. Ye Meier’s business, thanks to Qin Yang, progressed smoothly.

Wang Hao, meanwhile, benefited greatly—not only did he connect with many renowned companies, he also established partnerships.

The only thing weighing on him was Qin Yang’s continued absence.

Crackle, crackle.

Five days.

For five days, Qin Yang remained motionless, wholly absorbed in enlightenment. It was his first time secluding himself for so long, and he felt reborn.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he brushed dust from his clothes, shaking his head with a wry grin, then walked toward the Grand Hotel.