Chapter 17: People Who Return "Home"
The red-light street was still brightly lit late at night, with a constant stream of people coming and going, and the noise was constant.
Only in one store, the shouting and shy panting continued...
...
The sun shone on the earth, and there were not many pedestrians on the red-light street, and it was quiet.
"Ahhh..."
A shrill roar broke the silence.
Dai Weis opened his eyes and saw the burly man lying opposite him—Ruhua.
He screamed and kicked the man off the bed. Sitting up, he looked at the torn clothes on the ground, the wet quilt, and the special smell in the air.
As a "professional player," how could he not understand what happened.
"Who? Who are you?" With his eyes full of anger, he questioned Ruhua loudly!
"Sir, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me. You called me Little Sweetie last night! You can't put on your pants and ignore me!" Ruhua said pitifully.
Hearing this, Dai Weis was so furious that his head spun. He remembered how he'd been sacked and beaten yesterday. The man's name seemed to be... San'er. He immediately demanded to know who had brought him here!
"It was your good brother—Tang San."
"Ahhh! Tang San!" Dai Weis roared. He wanted to tear Tang San into pieces, throw him into a brothel or a tube-shaped building, and let a dozen strong men toy with him!
Gradually, his roar turned to sobbing, tears streaming down Dai Weis's face.
He had just discovered "Little Dai Weis" sprawled limply on the bed, unable to stand or react, and his hatred for Tang San intensified...
Liu Yanyang, the main culprit, had already boarded his carriage and departed Star Luo City.
"Not bad! Little monster, you've been in the Great Soul Fighting Arena for less than a month, and you've caused quite a stir!"
"Alas, you've been so popular lately, it's easy for people to keep an eye on you. Better return to the Po Yi Clan's residence and practice diligently!" Liu Yanyang sighed.
Half a year later…
In the courtyard, Liu Yanyang finished practicing his final basic spearmanship, wiped the sweat from his face, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped it slowly.
At that moment, Yang Wudi walked into the courtyard and sat directly on the chair next to Liu Yanyang. He took a sip of tea and stared at him.
"You little brat, do you want a wife?"
"Puff!" Tea sprayed in Yang Wudi's face. Liu Yanyang coughed non-stop. After finally recovering, he saw that Yang Wudi's face had darkened.
"Old Yang, have you recently failed to refine the medicine or just been unhappy in life? Has it caused you mental disorder and caused you to go crazy?"
Yang Wudi wiped the tea from his face and said angrily.
"I was kind enough to think about you, but you don't appreciate my kindness!"
"In a month, our four single-attribute clans will gather. I'm preparing to leave for Heaven Dou City."
"Would you like to come with me? I'll introduce you to my other brothers."
Hearing that it was a gathering of the four single-attribute clans, Liu Yanyang perked up.
Although the four major clans suffered heavy losses after the Spirit Hall's attack, they still represent a formidable force when united.
In the future, when forming their own power, the four clans must be brought together.
However, Liu Yanyang's biggest concern is the Power Clan.
The most important issue is the old man, Titan. Not all members of the Power Clan share his views, so he needs to find a way to separate Titan from the Power Clan.
It seems he can't go to the gathering. He and Titan are not on the same page, so there's no need to get to know them, as it could lead to further trouble.
In the future, they'll have to find a way to split the relationship between the other three clan leaders and the Titans. With their estranged relationships, they'll have no burden to take action!
"Old Yang, I won't go. I'll stay at the mansion..." Liu Yanyang thought again, then added,
"I plan to go to Tianshui City after the four clans' gathering!"
Seeing the sadness in Liu Yanyang's eyes, Yang Wudi, though curious, said nothing.
During the two years Liu Yanyang had been with the Po Yi Clan, he'd often seen the little monster. After training, he'd always gaze up at the bright moon alone.
Having lived for so many years, he knew the emotion that expression conveyed, but he couldn't express it to him, and he couldn't comfort the little monster.
Immediately, he patted Liu Yanyang's shoulder and said, "Wouldn't it be too dangerous for you to go alone? Do you want me to find someone to escort you?"
"No, I have 'Chengying'. Unless a Titled Douluo is out, there's basically no way anyone can catch me. Don't worry," Liu Yanyang said with a smile.
Yang Wudi nodded and said nothing more.
The next morning, under Yang Wudi's watchful eye, Liu Yanyang boarded a carriage bound for Tianshui City.
...
Time flew by, and two months later, a carriage pulled up at the city gates. Liu Yanyang disembarked.
He gazed upon Tianshui City, still as he remembered it, though everything and everyone had changed! He journeyed alone to the Ice Crystal Forest outside the city, heartbroken and sorrowful, sighing.
Upon reaching his parents' final resting place, he saw a woman in blue. Puzzled, Liu Yanyang approached.
The sound of a branch breaking startled the woman, who turned around.
She saw a handsome boy, about 1.7 meters tall, dressed in a black robe, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.
The woman frowned slightly, and as she gazed at the boy's familiar features, tears welled up in her already red and swollen eyes.
Trembling slightly, her steps unsteady, she approached Liu Yanyang, placed her hands on his shoulders, and spoke with a choked sob.
"Are you Xiao... Xiaoyang?"
"You are?" Liu Yanyang was a little confused.
Hearing the answer, the woman hugged Liu Yanyang in her arms, her emotions uncontrollable, and she cried.
"Child, I am your Aunt Shui. Why did you leave without saying goodbye back then? Do you know how worried I was about you!"
"If something happened to you, what would you let me do? How could I be worthy of your mother!"
Liu Yanyang was depressed, his eyes slightly red, and he could only pat Shui Xinrou's back to soothe her emotions.
After half a minute, Shui Xinrou, who had calmed down, looked at Liu Yanyang, who was somewhat similar to her best friend.
There were so many words in her heart that she wanted to say, but she suppressed them all.
"Go and pay homage to your parents!"
Liu Yanyang nodded, came to the cemetery, knelt on his knees, and stared at the tombstone.
"Father and Mother, I've settled down. You two don't have to worry. I'm doing fine."
"I met a very interesting old woman. I'll let you meet her someday. Aunt Shui is very kind to me and cares about me!"
"I won't forget your instructions. I won't let hatred blind me and become a stumbling block on my path to becoming stronger!"
After saying this, Liu Yanyang bowed three times and stood up.
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