Chapter Thirty-Seven: Little Sister Yilin of Mount Heng

As soon as Yang Wenhao stepped into the small courtyard of the Ting family, a man in his sixties came forward to greet him.

“Oh, a guest from afar! We happen to have a wedding here today—why not come in and sit for a while?” The elder’s enthusiasm left Yang Wenhao feeling it would be rude not to accept.

Such words were exactly what Yang Wenhao had hoped for. Under the old man's invitation, he took a seat.

“Hehe, you two are both guests from afar. Eat and drink well!” The elder’s words drew Yang Wenhao’s attention.

He turned to look at the guest beside him. With delicate features, a silk ribbon tied around the head, and dressed like a wealthy young lord, the guest’s appearance nonetheless struck Yang Wenhao as feminine rather than masculine.

As Yang Wenhao observed the young lord, the latter was also watching him with equal curiosity.

Just then, a man in bright red groom’s attire walked over with a grin.

“The groom—these are guests from afar,” the old man introduced.

With a generous wave, the groom declared, “Sit, eat and drink to your heart’s content! It’s my wedding feast, I, Tian Boguang’s, so help yourselves!”

“Tian Boguang?” Hearing the name, Yang Wenhao narrowed his eyes.

He thought it might be a coincidence, but his system quickly confirmed the truth.

“Ding... Temporary quest triggered: Rescue Hengshan disciple Yilin, imprisoned by Tian Boguang. Reward: 200 points.”

Temporary quests only triggered when close to the target; if the man before him weren’t the famed “Wandering Alone for Ten Thousand Miles” Tian Boguang of the martial world, such a quest would never have appeared.

The information provided in the quest gave Yang Wenhao vital intelligence.

Tian Boguang felt uneasy under Yang Wenhao’s scrutiny. “You... do you know... me?”

Yang Wenhao smiled lightly. “If I’m not mistaken, you are the infamous flower thief of the martial world, ‘Wandering Alone for Ten Thousand Miles’ Tian Boguang.”

“You…” Tian Boguang stared in surprise at Yang Wenhao, amazed that just a name could reveal his notorious title.

The young lord seated beside Yang Wenhao watched the exchange with keen interest.

“Are you a disciple of the Five Mountains Sect?” Tian Boguang asked, thinking only disciples of the Five Mountains Sect would know him, especially since Yang Wenhao was so young.

“No.” Yang Wenhao shook his head.

“Then who are you?” Tian Boguang frowned.

“You’ll know soon enough.” Yang Wenhao strode past Tian Boguang.

Seeing Yang Wenhao’s direction, Tian Boguang was instantly unsettled and launched a sudden attack from behind.

But just as Tian Boguang thought his strike would land, a powerful hand seized his fist in a vice-like grip.

“You…” Tian Boguang looked at Yang Wenhao in shock, not expecting his sneak attack to be thwarted so easily.

“Stay put, or I won’t hesitate to ‘rid the world of evil.’” Yang Wenhao deliberately emphasized his final words.

“Hmph… I, Tian Boguang, have never feared anyone.” Tian Boguang snorted, grabbing his weapon—a large saber.

Yang Wenhao chuckled. In his once-empty hand, a long sword suddenly appeared.

Tian Boguang only frowned slightly, then raised his saber and charged at Yang Wenhao.

Though Tian Boguang was famed for his speed, when faced with Yang Wenhao’s mastery of the shifting universe technique, his skills seemed unexpectedly lacking.

“This is the perfect chance to test my new sword technique.”

“Blade-Breaking Form!”

The sword in Yang Wenhao’s hand suddenly gleamed with a cold brilliance.

Startled, Tian Boguang sensed immense danger from Yang Wenhao’s sword; he tried to dodge, but found his escape route blocked.

“Damn it! I’ll fight!” Tian Boguang gripped his saber and went head-to-head with Yang Wenhao.

The outcome was inevitable.

With a sound like tearing air, Tian Boguang was sent flying several meters.

“Pah, pah, pah...” Tian Boguang spat out mouthfuls of sand. As he fretted about being unable to defeat Yang Wenhao, a flash of cold light struck.

“Ding... Congratulations, host. You have slain ‘Wandering Alone for Ten Thousand Miles,’ the flower thief Tian Boguang. Reward: 300 points.”

Casting a glance at Tian Boguang, Yang Wenhao walked directly into the bridal chamber that Tian Boguang had intended to enter.

He pushed open the door and, upon entering the room, saw a figure dressed in fiery red wedding attire, her head covered with a red veil, seated quietly.

Apparently hearing the door open, the figure trembled slightly, clearly expecting Tian Boguang.

Just as she braced herself for his repulsive voice, a finger touched her acupoint.

She realized the paralysis had been undone—she could move again.

But she still dared not stir.

Seeing her remain motionless after he’d released her acupoint, Yang Wenhao was puzzled and lifted her red veil.

Beneath the veil was a breathtaking face, streaked with tears.

Even Yang Wenhao was stunned at first sight.

No wonder Tian Boguang, notorious flower thief, was willing to marry this woman. As the saying goes, heroes are undone by beauty—even if Tian Boguang wasn’t a hero, he was still a man.

When her red veil was lifted, Yilin gazed at the young man before her, equally stunned.

Black hair, elegant black attire, upright features—a true gentleman.

“Ding... Congratulations, host. You have successfully rescued Yilin. Quest complete. Reward: 200 points.”

“You…” Tears stained Yilin’s cheeks, evoking sympathy.

Seeing this, Yang Wenhao took out some tissues from his item space and handed them to Yilin. “Here, wipe your tears.”

Yilin accepted the strange handkerchief, hesitantly wiping the tears from her face.

“Tian Boguang is dead. You’re safe now.”

In truth, Yang Wenhao hadn’t intended to kill Tian Boguang at first, but the prospect of earning points by slaying a notorious figure had compelled him.

Hearing this, Yilin was momentarily stunned, then lowered her head and murmured softly.

Yang Wenhao did not disturb her.

Yilin took a deep breath. “Thank you. If it weren’t for you, sir—if it weren’t for you, I don’t know how I could face my master.”

Yang Wenhao said, “Let’s go. This isn’t the place to talk. We should leave first.”

Yilin nodded, ready to follow him out, when suddenly the roof tiles overhead shifted.

Abruptly, a tile fell.

Yang Wenhao reacted instantly, pulling Yilin aside. If not for his quick reflexes, the tile would have struck Yilin fatally.

(End of chapter)