Volume Four: Renowned Far and Wide Chapter 136: Imparting the Way

Beneath the radiant sunshine outside, Qin Yang, wrapped in bandages and leaning on crutches, stepped forward with a faint smile gracing his lips, his face alight with joy.

Ye Meier and Zhang Mengqi, like doting wives, hurried to support him, but he stopped them with a wave of his hand.

“Come on, I’m only a little injured. I don’t need anyone to help me around as if I’m half crippled,” he said with a chuckle.

Iron Bull looked on eagerly, his eyes shining with anticipation to learn the Overlord Fist. But Qin Yang had been unconscious for many days and was only now starting to recover. Without saying much, Iron Bull resumed chopping wood with renewed vigor.

The fragrant, mellow Maojian tea was brought out—something He Tianlong had procured especially to honor Old Man Wang and the others.

The first sip was slightly bitter yet sweet; after swallowing, the rich aroma lingered like fine wine, awakening the senses.

“Excellent tea,” someone remarked.

He Tianlong, like a child, scratched his head shyly. “Old Man Wang, if you like it, drink more. I’ll bring more for you tomorrow, so you can take it with you.”

“What if we run out after drinking it all?” Wang Kun joked.

“No worries. When you run out, just call me, and I’ll personally deliver some to you,” He Tianlong replied earnestly.

Qin Yang, exasperated by He Tianlong’s lack of insight, suddenly gave him a sharp kick. “Why don’t you just apprentice under Old Man Wang? When he’s out of tea, you can go down the mountain to buy some or bring him back home. Problem solved.”

He Tianlong’s eyes suddenly brightened. He had always regarded Old Man Wang as a master of profound cultivation, placing him on an unattainable pedestal. Although he longed to apprentice under him, he had never dared to say so, fearing it might be too abrupt.

Now, with Qin Yang’s words, he instantly grasped the key—Qin Yang’s role inside was vital.

Dropping to his knees, he declared, “Disciple He Tianlong pays respects to Master.”

“Congratulations, Old Man Wang.”

“Hahaha, truly congratulations, Old Man Wang!”

“Old Man Wang, I didn’t expect you to take disciples. Since that’s the case, I’ll take one too,” Shao Bing said with a smile, looking at Zhou Ming. “How about this little guy?”

Yang Cong appeared helpless and reluctantly chose Wang Qiang. From then on, both their lives underwent tremendous change, embarking on very different paths.

A gentle breeze brushed his cheeks, stirring deep reflection within him.

Since inheriting the Slaughtering Immortal Sovereign’s legacy, his life had transformed dramatically.

Without the inheritance, he might have led a mediocre existence, tirelessly working to pay off car and house loans.

His thoughts fluttered, recalling the myriad scenes of life’s past, elevating his spirit even higher.

Within the Yin-Yang realm, the forcibly merged Dao intentions of slaughter and madness slowly fused together, a smile tugging at his lips.

When he awoke, it was already afternoon.

Night had fallen.

The entire family gathered, laughter and joy filling the air. Especially Qin’s parents, who radiated happiness. Unexpectedly, that evening, Wang Erlong arrived, heavily intoxicated. Seeing the many people inside, his brow furrowed as he strode directly inside.

“Erlong’s here,” Qin’s father greeted warmly, pulling him into the house. Meanwhile, Qin Yang gestured to Ye Meier and Zhang Mengqi to head outside.

Wang Kun, Yang Cong, and Shao Bing all left, as the space inside was too cramped.

Ye Meier watched Qin Yang leading them up the mountain, her face flushed with shyness.

Could it be that Qin Yang intended to claim them both here on the mountain?

If so, should they accept or refuse?

Zhang Mengqi was visibly unsettled. Being together in a group of three was one thing—they were close—but this felt awkward.

They reached a mountain hollow where Qin Yang finally stopped. His sharp eyes caught the blush on their cheeks as he suppressed a mischievous grin.

“This place is quiet and undisturbed. How about we sleep here tonight?” he suggested.

Ye Meier’s large, beautiful eyes widened. Was he serious? This was their first time here—out in the wilderness?

Seeing their hesitation, Qin Yang quickly reassured them, “I’m actually here to teach you martial arts.”

“Ah, martial arts!” They realized and blushed with embarrassment—nothing like what they had imagined.

“Well, what were you thinking then?” he asked.

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Ye Meier’s figure was captivating, endowed with a naturally seductive aura—a powerful constitution that lent itself to illusion techniques, capable of entrancing and even destroying foes without a trace.

He recalled how the Slaughtering Immortal Sovereign had once encountered such a person, whose illusions had caused countless deaths within the realm, killing without a sound.

The Void Arts of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

Zhang Mengqi’s constitution harbored both ice and fire attributes. Her mind raced, contemplating which cultivation method might suit her best.

The Ice-Fire Heavenly Technique was cultivated by a great master from the Immortal Realm. If not for the life-saving debt owed to the Slaughtering Immortal Sovereign, that master would never have revealed their core technique.

As Qin Yang’s fingers traced through the air, the intricacies of the technique flooded into their minds.

The two plunged into their first training session, oblivious to time passing.

Qin Yang set a protective barrier around them, then swiftly vanished, heading toward the Tian family estate in Beihai.

Upon entering the main gate, the surrounding people greeted him with deep respect. News of the recent events in Beihai had spread—his reputation was formidable.

The title “Killer God” shone like the midday sun.

When Tian Guangyao learned of Qin Yang’s arrival, he hurried out despite his ailing wife in bed. “Master Qin, you’re here.”

Qin Yang nodded solemnly. “Set up the Spirit Gathering Formation to fulfill our agreement.”

He began distributing rare materials, his expression grave. This was his first time arranging such a large-scale formation; without the memory inheritance, he might not have managed it.

Tian Guangyao watched his fluid movements with envy.

Within ten minutes, the formation was complete.

Tian Guangyao approached. “Master Qin, my unworthy grandson has been restrained. How shall we proceed?”

“Forget it. My parents will stay in Beihai. Your Tian family should look after them. That settles the matter,” Qin Yang said, turning away without looking back, disappearing into the night.

Those witnessing Qin Yang’s elusive departure looked on with hope. They instructed the Tian family disciples to treat Qin Yang with utmost respect.

They also secretly vowed to protect Qin’s parents. Qin Yang had warned that if anything happened to them, though the Tian family would survive, they would have no further ties to Qin Yang in Beihai.

Back at the mountain hollow, Qin Yang noticed the two women still deep in cultivation, showing no sign of waking. He shook his head, then seated himself nearby, restoring his own strength.

His thoughts turned toward the upcoming martial arts grand event, stirring a quiet anticipation.

Iron Bull, now in possession of the Overlord Fist manual, trained diligently each day, sweat pouring down as he practiced with utmost seriousness.

Having arranged for Iron Bull and his sister to travel with classmates, Qin Yang took Ye Meier and Zhang Mengqi and set off toward Ruili.