Watching those indistinct figures, charging at himself like wolves and tigers...
Yang Ge didn’t feel intimidated in his heart.
There was only anger!
He bit down hard on his back teeth, fiercely drove his saber into the ground, leapt diagonally backwards into the air, turning a surrounding attack into a one-against-many, and at the same time, he circulated his palms in front of his chest and, while falling, unleashed a ferocious strike: "Damn it, go to hell!"
The surging Inner Qi through the Lesser Yang Triple Burner Meridian transformed into an overpowering palm force, like a tidal wave breaching a dam, bursting forth.
"Bang!"
The foundations shook, the ceiling beams dusted down, and the figures that had pounced forward flew back even faster than they had come, vomiting blood continuously while still in the air.
This was the first of the six deadly moves of the Floating Snow Palm: Frost Kills the Grass!
It encapsulated the frost’s chilling descent upon the earth, the withering of all plants, and the stark stillness of the world, aiming to annihilate all enemies. Named after frost and snow, it followed a straightforward and fierce approach, vigorously depleting Inner Qi.
After Yang Ge landed, his face flushed with a wave of redness, and it took him several breaths to stabilize his Qi and catch his breath!
Those who had just attacked him were already overpowered and fettered by Fang Ke and others, shackled and cuffed on the ground.
Fang Ke pulled out a small knife, forcefully pried open one of the men’s mouth, poked around inside with the knife, and then quickly came over to Yang Ge: "Leader, he’s a rogue from the martial world, not a death-defiant fighter!"
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Yang Ge exhaled softly, "Take them into custody, don’t let them commit suicide or be killed by others, and hand them over to the Thousand-Household Officer later... search carefully, don’t let a single person escape!"
"Yes!"
The strongmen responded in unison, searching room by room in teams of five within the county government.
Yang Ge retrieved his saber, his eyes filled with a somber light as he surveyed the few villains on the ground, unable to mask their inherent stupidity with their malevolent appearance, grimly saying, "We arrived too late, those three who escaped earlier must be the masterminds!"
Even before coming in, he had guessed that there wouldn’t be any big fish inside.
After all, the loose and disorderly soldiers outside couldn’t stop any big fish.
But having seen these idiots, he still felt disappointed, a vindictive fire building up inside him, not knowing whom to vent it upon.
The lives of people here... are truly worthless!
Hearing his words of disappointment, Fang Ke waved his hand, signaling the shield-bearing strongmen to withdraw a little further, then approached softly, "Leader, in my humble opinion, this may not be such a bad thing..."
Yang Ge leaned back strategically, as if seeing Fang Ke clearly for the first time.
Fang Ke’s face stiffened, and he forced a sheepish smile, "I spoke out of turn!"
Yang Ge pursed his lips, speaking softly, "When you were with the Thousand-Household Officer before, did you also act like this?"
Fang Ke hastily clasped his hands in respect: "I recognize my error!"
Yang Ge, "The Thousand-Household Officer once said you were smart and vigilant but somewhat mindless in action. To me, you’re not thoughtless, but rather, too cunning by far!"
Fang Ke laughed nervously, not daring to respond.
But he couldn’t help contemplating Yang Ge, the more he thought about it, the more Yang Ge reminded him of Shen Fa...
Equally perceptive of human nature, yet not influenced by it.
Equally savvy about the ways of the world, yet not bound by them...
"Who goes there?"
"Drop your weapons!"
"I told you to drop your weapons!"
Right then, a chorus of shouts came from the backyard.
Yang Ge’s spirit was roused, and he strode toward the backyard, his hand on his saber.
Seeing this, Fang Ke quickly snatched a large leather shield from one of the strongmen and hurried after Yang Ge, placing himself protectively in front of him.
Yang Ge gave him a glance, paused for a moment of reflection, and then spoke, "From now on, think less of the unnecessary and attend to your own duties, fulfill your own role."
Fang Ke didn’t look back, speaking in a joking tone, "Commander, I’m not blessed with good fortune like you, to have a protector like the Commandant. If I really did as you suggest, who knows, you might have to trouble yourself to collect my body from the gutter one day!"
Yang Ge’s footsteps involuntarily slowed, and he did not reply for a long time.
Not until he passed through the courtyard gate and entered the back yard did he softly respond, "Perhaps you’re right!"
Fang Ke shook his head vigorously, "You’re definitely right, but there are far too few people like you in this world, far too few; and that’s why you’re wrong..."
Yang Ge smiled, his gloomy mood somewhat lifted.
He gently patted Fang Ke’s shoulder and said softly, "I apologize for my tone just now. Let’s find an opportunity to have a good talk, just the two of us. I think we definitely have a lot to say!"
After speaking, he stepped past Fang Ke, sword in hand, and walked briskly into the circle of strongmen.
Surrounded by the strongmen was a one-eyed middle-aged man with grizzled hair, wearing a grey short robe. He was squatting outside a locked side room, propping himself with one hand on a sword, and holding a jug of wine in the other, with a dead body bearing a sword lying before him.
Even encircled by a dozen strongmen, he continued to sip his wine in small gulps.
Yang Ge inspected the body on the ground which had died by the sword, and inquired, "Are you from the county office, or did you come here to kill someone?"
The one-eyed man set down the jug, pointed at the locked room behind him and said, "That girl knows nothing and has done nothing wrong. Spare her!"
Yang Ge drew his sword three inches from its sheath, his voice growing firmer, "Answer me!"
The one-eyed man: "Promise me first!"
Yang Ge glanced at the narrow, low door behind the man, "What’s this, trying to play the old bull seeking young grass at your age?"
The one-eyed man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and replied, "That girl, she reminds me of my own unfortunate daughter."
Yang Ge sheathed his sword and smiled, "As long as she truly knows nothing and has done nothing, I guarantee her safety."
The one-eyed man exhaled in relief, pushing himself up with his long sword, "I trust you!"
Yang Ge shook his head, "If you trust me, then don’t resist and come with me. As long as you haven’t killed anyone from the county office, I’ll also try my best to spare your life."
The one-eyed man shook his head as well, "I deserve to die too, I’m not worth your protection."
"Don’t you want to look at her a few more times?"
Yang Ge pointed at the locked door, "I can only ensure she is unharmed, but I can’t guarantee she’ll be free from worries about clothes or food."
The one-eyed man again stretched his mouth into a grin, "Then I won’t bother with that, she’s not my own daughter after all."
Yang Ge sighed and once more drew his sword three inches, "Then let’s get on with it!"
The one-eyed man shook his head, "You can’t fight me, if I die at your hand, you won’t survive either."
Yang Ge: "Trying to scare me?"
The one-eyed man: "Even Lei Heng can’t intimidate you, how could I scare you? I’m just telling it as it is."
Yang Ge helplessly sheathed his sword again, "So what do we do? I can’t just let you go... How about you meet with our Commandant? If you die at his hands, he’ll definitely survive!"
The one-eyed man: "I can’t, I can’t, that would break the rules!"
Yang Ge clapped his hands, "Then you tell me what to do!"
After thinking for a moment, the one-eyed man said, "I’ll do it myself then. If anyone comes looking for you in the future, you tell them I did it myself, it has nothing to do with you."
Having said that, he swiftly placed the sword at his neck.
Yang Ge: "Stop, we’re having a good conversation, why would you want to kill yourself..."
"Ding."
The long sword touched the ground, a drop of fresh blood slowly trickling down the blade.
Leaning on the sword, the one-eyed man finally looked up at the stars in the sky and said softly, "There really is the sound of the wind..."