Before Yang Ge and his son could decide whether to go back to the waterside pavilion to brew a pot of tea to drink while they slowly waited or just stand there waiting for Yang Erlang to return...
Yang Ge came back carrying a burly man alias Yan Futu.
The father and son focused their eyes and saw that Yan Futu, who had just been flaunting his might like a wolf or a tiger, was now held in Yang Ge’s hand like a little chick. His sturdy legs were as limp as willows fluttering in the wind, with all his joints seemingly dislocated, especially his arms, which were twisted behind his back like twisted dough.
On closer inspection, it turned out that he had already fainted...
"Uncle, I’ve caused you trouble again."
As Yang Ge landed, he first apologized to yang Yinghao and then casually tossed a lustrous white jade pendant to Yang Tiansheng, "This guy left without any weapons or money, just carried this little trinket... to pay for your pavilion!"
Yang Yinghao: "What are you talking about, trouble or no trouble, that’s seeing things the wrong way!"
Yang Tiansheng: "Enough, enough, the young master might even make a small profit..."
The father and son approached Yang Ge, barely concealing their heart-pounding gazes at the unconscious Yan Futu.
Although this guy hadn’t put up a fight after entering, just from the burst of True Qi when he tried to escape, the father and son could tell that even if he wasn’t yet a Grandmaster, he was certainly a top-notch figure at least on par with the Seven Champions!
This man, who could have surely made a significant name for himself in the martial world, couldn’t even escape from Yang Erlang for more than a few breaths!
It was then that yang Yinghao suddenly realized why the young scamp from his family looked down on Sect Hierarchs...after all, who wouldn’t find it hard to respect top-tier fighters as Sect Hierarchs, when they witnessed them beaten by Yang Erlang like dead dogs every other day?
"Just kill him then!"
Yang Tiansheng looked at Yang Ge and asked in confusion, "Why did you even bother bringing this guy back? It’s more trouble than it’s worth!"
Yang Ge looked at Yang Tiansheng with a hint of surprise and felt something was off, but he couldn’t quite figure it out at the moment and simply replied, "This guy came to our place looking for me, I couldn’t just kill him here. The Five Poisons Cult can’t do anything to me, but they would take their evil out on our family. You and uncle might not fear them, but aunt and my little sister shouldn’t be involved in these martial world affairs."
Yang Yinghao pointed at Yang Ge to Yang Tiansheng, feeling very satisfied, "Look at how thorough Erlang handles things, now look at yourself. You’ve been mixed up in the martial world for so many years, don’t you even know the rule of not killing envoys during wartime?"
Yang Tiansheng, stroking his forehead, said bewilderedly, "I thought there was no difference! Even if you take this guy elsewhere to kill, wouldn’t our family still be implicated?"
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Yang Ge nodded: "That’s true, so I plan to bring this guy back in front of their whole Poison Cult, and slaughter him there with a knife... Once I’m in front of their ranks, let them throw whatever they have at me, surely they can’t complain about me, Yang Ge, for not playing fair or resorting to sneak attacks, right?"
Yang Yinghao: ...
Yang Tiansheng: ...
’The Five Poisons Cult should really thank you for being so rule-abiding!’
The father and son simultaneously thought.
"Uncle, my dear nephew has bothered you for so long, it’s time for me to take my leave."
Yang Ge carelessly tossed Yan Futu aside like trash, made a respectful bow with his palms clasped towards Yang Yinghao: "Thank you and aunt for your hospitality, if the elders are free sometime, why not bring my little sister to stay for a while at Lu Ting? Lu Ting is doing quite well these days, gathering people from all corners, with no curfew, it’s bustling every day..."
"You’re speaking like an outsider!"
Yang Yinghao, startled by his bow, hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "This is your home too, Erlang! Whenever you are tired or weary, feel free to come back for a stay. Your aunt and I always welcome you home!"
Yang Tiansheng also said, "Why the rush? Why not stay for dinner before you go?"
Yang Ge shook his head: "No, this guy definitely didn’t come alone. The longer I stay here, the greater the involvement it will bring to you all. Better to head there early. Besides, I’ve gained a bit during my recent retreat, it’s time to go test it on that old fellow."
Yang Tiansheng was startled, excitedly asked, "What? You’ve made some gains again?"
Yang Yinghao looked puzzled at his eldest son...it’s just gains from retreat, why are you so excited?
"Well..."
Yang Ge made a grabbing motion, "Imprisoning oneself must yield some gains, right? If there’s no gain at all, what good does it do for my reputation?"
Yang Tiansheng sighed speechlessly, feeling the same dismay as Lei Hong: ’Living with such a freak all one’s life is the sorrow of all who practice martial arts!’
Yang Ge patted his shoulder, "Practice diligently, spend more time with your aunt and little sister, avoid causing trouble. Next time I find a good sword, I’ll bring it over for you!"
Yang Tiansheng rolled his eyes, too lazy to respond.
Yang Ge laughed wickedly and then once more made a fist salute towards Yang Yinghao: "Uncle, please convey my thanks to aunt and bid farewell to my little sister. See you again in the martial world, uncle and nephew!"
Treating Yang Yinghao as an elder, yet Yang Yinghao himself didn’t dare take on airs, he returned the salute with clasped fists, "Erlang, have a smooth journey!"
Yang Ge nodded, stretched his hand towards the unconscious Yan Futu, plucked him from the ground with one move, and leaped into the air: "Let’s go!"
The next second, only a "clang" was heard, a black gleam shot up from the center of the lotus pond amidst the fake mountain temple. Within the black gleam, a sheathed treasured sword flew while continuously clanging against its sheath, much like an impatient little puppy: ’Hey, the one flying ahead, you forgot your sword, you forgot your sword...’