Chapter 55: You Scoundrel, Not Coming Tonight?

Murong Yun fell silent for a moment before speaking. “Of course, I have some feelings for him. But since Wan’er likes Mr. Lin, how could I, as her elder sister, compete with her?”

Murong Zhang chuckled at her words.

“Wan’er’s temperament will hardly win Mr. Lin’s favor. You should seize the opportunity while you can.” He patted Murong Yun on the shoulder and then walked away.

Murong Wan’er led Lin Yang to the guest quarters—a small, two-story courtyard house.

“Mr. Lin, you’ll stay here. I’ll be right next door.”

“Alright, you go rest for now,” Lin Yang replied.

“Mr. Lin, could you teach me? I really enjoy martial arts too.” Murong Wan’er looked at him with eager anticipation.

“Isn’t your master Jiang Haisheng? He’s stronger than I am; you don’t need me to teach you,” Lin Yang declined gently.

Murong Wan’er pouted. “Grandmaster Jiang is only my master in name. I’ve barely seen him a few times. He has so many disciples, he never teaches us personally.”

“Then spar with me for a bit. I’ll give you some pointers,” Lin Yang relented.

At the City First Hospital, Chen Tianhao, feeling triumphant, told Chen Ziling that barring any surprises, the Murong family would suffer a devastating blow tonight. After that, the Chen family would reign supreme in Luo City.

“Dad, that White Fiend is ruthless and depraved. Will Murong Yun survive him?” Chen Ziling asked.

“Naturally not. And you should stop thinking about Murong Yun. A man with great ambitions thinks further ahead; what is one woman worth?” Chen Tianhao admonished.

Chen Ziling gritted his teeth. “That woman is the reason I lost both hands. Not being able to kill her with my own hands is something I can hardly bear.”

At that moment, Chen Tianhao’s secretary knocked and entered.

Chen Tianhao asked, “Have the Violet and White Fiends already gone to the Murong residence?”

“Brother Hao, White Fiend is dead; Violet Fiend’s whereabouts are unknown,” the secretary replied timidly.

Chen Tianhao was peeling an apple with a fruit knife. Hearing this, he paused mid-motion.

“Secretary Luo, are you sure you didn’t get it wrong? Isn’t it Lin Yang who’s supposed to be dead?” Chen Ziling asked anxiously.

Secretary Luo replied, “The information is accurate—White Fiend is dead. The City Guard has already taken away the body.”

Chen Tianhao set down the fruit, gripping the knife tightly, his face dark as water, startling Secretary Luo.

“What about the Murong family? Any movement?” Chen Tianhao asked in a low voice.

“Everything is normal. No sign of unrest.”

Chen Tianhao’s facial muscles twitched twice, the anger within him barely contained.

“With the Violet and White Fiends making a move, yet one is dead and the other has fled? Who intervened? Did the Murong family invite a fifth-rank grandmaster?” He pressed down his fury as he spoke.

“The details are still unclear,” Secretary Luo replied.

“Then get out there and find out!” Chen Tianhao exploded.

Secretary Luo fled the room at once. In a fit of rage, Chen Tianhao kicked over the table.

He had meticulously planned this ambush under the guise of negotiations, sparing no expense to hire the Violet and White Fiends to wipe out the Murong family once and for all.

He never expected the plan to fail.

“Dad… what do we do now?” Chen Ziling asked.

Chen Tianhao quickly regained his composure, sat back down, and resumed peeling fruit.

“Looks like I underestimated the Murong family. But this is only the beginning, not the end. Let’s see what happens next.”

As he peeled, the fruit in his hand was reduced to nothing but the core.

That night, Luo City should have been a storm of blood and violence, but Lin Yang single-handedly saved the day and calmed the chaos.

At the Qin family villa, Qin Menong returned home late, exhausted.

She took a shower, forced herself to stay awake, and sat in the living room reading, as if waiting for a certain figure to appear.

From time to time, she glanced at the clock on the wall, but the person she hoped for never came.

Only when midnight struck did Qin Menong realize how late it was.

She set down her book and wandered into the garden, standing there for a while.

“That scoundrel… not coming tonight?” she muttered.

Returning to her room, she lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Perhaps she had become used to sleeping in strong arms. Now, alone, she felt restless and uneasy.

Before dawn the next day, Lin Yang got up, left a note, and drove back to the Imperial Residences.

Diligence is the essence of training; not a single day should be wasted.

After changing clothes, Lin Yang climbed Zixia Mountain, heading to his usual training spot, waiting for dawn and the arrival of the purple light from the east.

At that moment, he noticed the woman in red from the day before sitting cross-legged not far away.

Lin Yang remained calm, continuing to cultivate his heterochromatic pupil technique.

When the purple light faded, he finished his practice and turned to see the woman in red begin to dance again. Her movements and bearing were as natural and enchanting as ever, filled with an indescribable grace.

When she finished, Lin Yang leapt closer to her.

“Forgive me for the intrusion,” he said, cupping his fists. “I couldn’t help but be captivated by the natural grace of your practice. May I ask what style this is?”

The woman in red smiled faintly. “It’s not a martial technique. It’s a wellness practice I devised myself.”

Lin Yang was taken aback. “To create such a harmonious and graceful form is truly admirable. May I ask, are you Grandmaster Luo Hongyu?”

The woman nodded.

“Greetings, Grandmaster Luo. I am Lin Yang. Forgive my boldness, but may I request to exchange a few moves and receive your guidance?” Lin Yang cut straight to the point, making his intention clear.

What he desired most now was to spar with experts and gain more combat experience.

Luo Hongyu nodded slightly and gestured. “Please.”

“Thank you, Grandmaster Luo. Then forgive my offense.”

Lin Yang gathered his energy into his dantian and struck first to seize the initiative.

Luo Hongyu gently flicked her jade-like fingers, easily neutralizing his attack, then switched to offense, aiming a tricky blow at his chin.

Lin Yang reacted swiftly, leaning back to dodge, but Luo Hongyu flipped her palm and struck down, sending him sprawling to the ground.

He had clearly seen through Luo Hongyu’s attack, but his body couldn’t react in time.

Her movements were simply too smooth and fast.

“Your body is still a little slow. In martial arts, speed is invincible. It seems you lack combat experience; your reactions can’t keep up,” Luo Hongyu commented.

Lin Yang sprang to his feet. “Thank you for your guidance, Grandmaster Luo. I truly lack real combat experience.”

“Again.”

Luo Hongyu raised her hand.

It was a rare opportunity to spar with such a master—Lin Yang eagerly attacked again.

No matter how fierce his assaults, Luo Hongyu handled them with ease, parrying while offering him advice, from which he benefited greatly.

Lin Yang was secretly stunned. Rumor had it that of the Four Grandmasters of Luo City, Luo Hongyu was the weakest, but Lin Yang found her incredibly strong.

At his current level, he couldn’t even gauge her true depth.

If the weakest among the four was already this formidable, what of the other three?

In a fight to the death, he feared that he wouldn’t last three moves before Luo Hongyu finished him.