Volume Four: Renowned Across the Lands Chapter 111: Compensation

The next day, business at the nightclub had been poor for several days, so Wang Qiang decided to close for a while. Zhou Ming took a leave of absence, preparing to keep an eye on Wang Qiang and Qin Yang. The two of them were simply far too reckless to leave unattended.

Wang Qiang stood behind the bar, mixing drinks.

In the corner, more than a dozen people sat pressed tightly together, bound so securely with ropes that they could barely move.

Hu Yidao watched He Wen warily, then glanced at Qin Yang. His nerves had been stretched taut these past few days. He had no choice, really—Qin Yang had assigned him the task of keeping an eye on He Wen and feeding him every day.

The look in He Wen’s eyes made him feel as though he were sitting on pins and needles.

He never could have imagined that things would develop into such a state. Had he known, he would never have summoned He Wen, no matter what. Now everything had become even worse.

Zhou Ming had also been living in constant dread. He Tianlong’s reputation was simply too formidable. Seeing Qin Yang and Wang Qiang drinking beside him as though nothing were wrong, Zhou Ming felt his anger rise.

This was madness. Utter madness.

Fortunately, He Tianlong was coming over today. This matter would finally be settled.

Elegant music began to play. He Wen stared at the three men drinking, flames blazing in his eyes. Once his father arrived, he was determined to teach them a lesson they would never forget.

A knock sounded at the door. Zhou Ming went to open it.

Two people entered: a middle-aged man and an elderly man. Qin Yang and Wang Qiang were not familiar with He Tianlong, but Zhou Ming, who had made his way through Beihai, recognized him at a glance.

There was no doubt about it—that was He Tianlong.

As for the old man, Zhou Ming did not recognize him.

“Dad!”

“Grandpa!”

Damn it!

When Zhou Ming heard He Wen cry out, his expression changed drastically. He had never imagined that the old man before him was He Wen’s grandfather—the father of He Tianlong. If that was the case, then the old master of the He family had to be even more powerful.

Qin Yang set down his wineglass and looked at the two men with a faint smile.

“You finally came. I was almost out of patience waiting.”

He Tianlong frowned, pondering which faction the young man belonged to. After thinking for quite some time, however, he still had no clue.

“You already know how this matter began and how it unfolded,” Qin Yang said, going straight to the point. “Did you bring the ten million?”

His bluntness displeased He Tianlong, who had intended to probe his identity first.

He looked at his son, bound from head to toe. The boy had clearly suffered some hardship, but had not been seriously harmed.

“Young man, aren’t you being a little too arrogant? Didn’t your family ever teach you that a person should keep a low profile?”

He Tianlong stepped forward, his movement like a tiger leaping through the mountains to patrol its territory.

Wang Qiang and Zhou Ming’s expressions changed dramatically. Neither had ever seen He Tianlong before, but they had heard plenty about how formidable he was.

“Third Brother, be careful!”

“Third Brother, watch out!”

Qin Yang paid no attention to He Tianlong. The only person who barely caught his notice was the old man standing beside him—He Tianlong’s father.

Boom!

The punch carried no true energy at all. It was pure, overwhelming physical strength.

The force of the blow split the air, radiating a faint heat.

He Tianlong’s aura was astonishing, while Qin Yang possessed boundless strength. When that fist landed, He Tianlong was sent flying. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes filled with disbelief.

He was an expert of the Apocalypse Realm, yet he had been sent flying by a single punch. Just who was this young man? How could his strength be so terrifying?

Questions and confusion surged through He Tianlong’s mind.

He Wen’s triumphant smile froze completely. He had placed all his hopes in his father, only to watch him fail to withstand even one punch from the enemy.

He Tianlong rubbed his fist. The intense pain felt as though his entire arm had been torn apart.

“He Wen, it seems your father isn’t cooperating. That punch was only a warm-up. If I strike again, don’t blame me for being merciless.”

He Yiming had also spent time in the world of ancient martial arts. Aside from its immense strength, Qin Yang’s attack had produced not the slightest fluctuation of true energy.

Could this man simply not know how to cultivate martial arts? Or did he possess some kind of innate divine strength?

If so, then this trip had been worthwhile.

He was just about to stop He Tianlong when, unexpectedly, the latter launched another attack.

It was a complete one-sided beating. Qin Yang charged forward like a fierce tiger and kicked He Tianlong away as effortlessly as one might send a sick cat flying.

Wang Qiang at least knew Qin Yang’s identity. Zhou Ming, however, knew nothing at all and was left utterly bewildered.

“When did Third Brother become this monstrous?”

He Tianlong lay on the floor, right beside He Wen. His face was deathly pale, and blood continued to pour from his mouth.

“He Wen, your value has gone up. Twenty million.”

“Heh heh, young man, you have impressive strength.”

Though He Tianlong had been gravely injured, He Yiming did not seem to care in the slightest. To martial artists, injuries sustained in combat were nothing unusual.

He swiftly wrote out a check. The amount written on it was exactly what Qin Yang had demanded: twenty million.

Qin Yang looked at the old man in surprise. He had not expected him to be so straightforward. Wang Qiang held the check in his hands, still feeling as though he were dreaming.

“Young man, I noticed that your punches are fierce, yet they carry no fluctuation of true energy. I assume you have never cultivated a martial arts technique. I, He Yiming, have at least a modest reputation in the ancient martial world. If I take you as my disciple and guide you into an entirely different realm, what do you say?”

“What?”

He Wen could hardly believe his ears. He had begged his grandfather to teach him martial arts, yet the old man had always refused. Now, his grandfather actually wanted to take Qin Yang as his disciple.

What the hell was going on? Did his grandfather not realize that Qin Yang was their enemy?

The situation had taken a complete and astonishing turn, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Zhou Ming, in particular, was practically left speechless.

They had originally thought a world-shaking battle was inevitable, but no one had expected He Yiming to take a fancy to Qin Yang’s extraordinary talent.

If Qin Yang had been an ordinary person, he would surely have agreed. But who was Qin Yang?

Qin Yang, the God of Death.

Qin Yang of Beihai.

Either title alone was enough to shake the ancient martial world. Ever since the South Mountain South Tournament, Qin Yang’s momentum had quietly elevated him into one of the great powers, making him impossible to underestimate.

Now that Qin Yang’s whereabouts were unknown, the moment he revealed himself, countless martial artists would come to pay their respects.

He was young, yet possessed such tremendous strength. More importantly, he still had immense room to grow. In the future, breaking through to the Profound Connection Realm would not be impossible. After all, his cultivation had advanced with astonishing speed every step of the way.

Qin Yang felt a bitter smile forming in his heart. No wonder the old man had been so agreeable. So that was his real plan.

Unfortunately, he had miscalculated.

“Old sir, I’m actually very powerful. I’m injured at the moment, so I haven’t been able to display my true strength. If I told you that what you’re seeing now is only one percent of my power, would you believe me?”

“One percent?”

He Yiming immediately leaped to his feet.

What kind of international joke was this? Who did Qin Yang think he was? Did he think he was Qin Yang of Beihai?

Unmatched in battle.

He had originally held the young man in high regard, but now he regarded him as nothing more than an arrogant braggart.

He Wen sneered contemptuously.

“Qin something… Oh, right, Qin Yang, isn’t it? You certainly know how to boast. You dare spout such nonsense in front of my grandfather? Aren’t you afraid the wind will blow your tongue away?”

He Yiming’s eyes narrowed sharply. When he heard his grandson call out the name Qin Yang, his body trembled involuntarily.

“Qin Yang of Beihai?”

Qin Yang merely nodded with a smile.

He Yiming immediately drew in a sharp breath. Fortunately, he had not done anything excessive just now. Otherwise, the He family would have been finished.

His face darkened as he turned toward He Wen and slapped him across the face.

“Apologize to Grandmaster Qin.”

Hiss!

Zhou Ming felt that he had experienced far too many shocks in a single day. A moment ago, He Yiming had wanted to take Qin Yang as his disciple, and now he was demanding an apology.

What in the world was happening?