Chapter 221: Chapter 109: Fame Shakes Yuhe

It was no exaggeration to call Yang Jing the Liu Family’s savior.

More importantly, Yang Jing’s potential was unfathomable.

At his young age, he already possessed the strength to crush a warrior at the Peak of Dark Energy. His chances of breaking through to the Huajin realm in the future were immense. Even now, the power Yang Jing displayed had already made him one of the most prominent figures in Yuhe County.

And since Yang Jing and Maolin were as close as brothers, this bond was a mighty tree the Liu Family could depend on.

’I must secure our ties with Yang Jing.’

Hall Master Liu made up his mind and began to ponder how to nurture this debt of gratitude.

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Outside the carriage.

The snowflakes grew larger, falling on Yang Jing’s shoulders and quickly accumulating into a thin layer.

The Liu Family had offered to prepare a carriage for him and Li Tieyun’s group, but they had all politely declined. Riding their own horses was more convenient.

Yang Jing reined in his horse and looked up at the silhouette of the county seat gradually coming into focus in the distance. He sighed softly to himself.

’After this, there’s no hiding what I’ve done.’

He had wanted to cultivate in obscurity, build his strength, and avoid unnecessary attention.

But when the Flying Horse Thieves abducted Liu Maolin, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. A clash was inevitable.

With so many hostages in the stronghold, the scattered bandits who fled, and Li Tieyun’s group as witnesses, news of this battle could not be suppressed. It would certainly spread like wildfire throughout Yuhe County.

’Forget it. If I’m going to become famous, so be it.’

Yang Jing tightened his grip on the reins, a look of calm acceptance in his eyes.

He now possessed considerable strength. He was no longer a fish on the chopping block for anyone to carve up. He was only a step away from the Huajin realm. Even if his power was exposed, he could protect himself.

He subconsciously touched his chest, where the manual for the Indestructible True Skill was hidden.

This was a profound stroke of luck, obtaining this True Skill.

The strongest martial art he had ever witnessed was the Li Family’s Vajra Hand Seal.

And the quality of a True Skill was even higher than that of the Li Family’s renowned Vajra Hand Seal.

’If I can master this True Skill, what would a Huajin Powerhouse matter?’

’Once I reach the Huajin realm, who in all of Yuhe County could stand against me?’

"Young Hero Yang."

Just then, Li Tieyun urged his horse closer, a gentle smile on his face.

Having just heard how Hall Master Liu addressed Yang Jing, he followed suit, making the address sound more familiar.

"This was only possible thanks to you, Young Hero Yang," Li Tieyun said sincerely. "If you hadn’t turned the tide, forget about wiping out the Flying Horse Thieves—we wouldn’t have even laid eyes on Young Master Liu, let alone reaped these rewards."

Yang Jing smiled and shook his head. "You’re too modest, Gang Leader Li. Without everyone’s help, I might not have dealt with Li Qianxiong so smoothly. Wiping out the Flying Horse Thieves was a team effort."

The snow began to fall even harder.

The heavy, cotton-like snow swirled down, blanketing the world and dyeing the post road a vast, hazy white. The silhouette of the distant county seat blurred from view.

The procession advanced slowly through the wind and snow. The dull, rhythmic sound of hooves crushing the snow mingled with the creak of carriage wheels.

At some point, all eyes in the procession had quietly converged on a single figure.

Yang Jing sat on horseback, his green robes dusted with snow, yet his posture was ramrod straight, like a pine tree standing tall against the storm.

His profile was strikingly clear against the blizzard. His brow held a composure that belied his age, and not even the raging storm could conceal his extraordinary bearing.

The Guard Captain from the Liu Family Medical Hall tightened his grip on his saber hilt. As he looked at Yang Jing, his initial complex feelings had been replaced by pure awe.

Those were the Flying Horse Thieves, a gang that had terrorized the entire region. Yet Yang Jing had single-handedly stormed their lair and slain their leader as easily as taking something from his own pocket. Such a feat was enough to win the admiration of any man of the Jianghu.

The old steward, walking beside the carriage, gazed at Yang Jing’s upright figure, and a complex light flickered in his cloudy eyes.

He had lived a long life and seen his fair share of talented youths, but he had never seen one so young possess such power. After today, the name "Yang Jing" would surely echo like a clap of thunder in every corner of Yuhe County.

The blizzard intensified, as if trying to bury everything in the world.

But some people, and some deeds, could not be buried.

One could only imagine the enormous waves that would be created once news of the Flying Horse Thieves’ annihilation reached the city!

The County Magistrate and the officials in the County Yamen would know. The patriarchs of the great families would know. The Martial Arts Halls and gangs in the city would know. All the hidden powers in the city’s shadows, all the great figures who held sway over the region—they would all come to truly know his name.

From this day forward, a new and incredible legend would be born in Yuhe County.