Notes on Longevity

Chapter 224 Left-handed sword, strong liquor, mellow yet potent; the son of the demon appears in Huangzhou.

"Brother Cheng Han?"

This was Zhao Yunchu's first reaction after those images flashed through her mind. Wan Dou and Li Hua, who were standing next to her, looked at each other in disbelief, which overshadowed their panic.

Yang Chenghan, holding his knife, faced the group of martial arts practitioners before him and turned slightly to Zhao Yunchu, asking, "Are you all alright? I heard from the servants that you were bullied."

Zhao Yunchu shook her head and said, "We're fine, it's just the guards who are injured."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chenghan turned his head to look at the guards lying haphazardly on the ground behind him. Among them, the most seriously injured, Brother Bei, struggled to get up after making eye contact with Yang Chenghan. Supporting his trembling body, he bowed with a sad expression and said, "Young Master Chenghan."

The other guards also struggled to their feet and called out, "Young Master Cheng Han."

Seeing their state, Yang Chenghan was furious. He whispered to Zhao Yunchu, "Take the guards out first. I'll handle things here."

Yang Chenghan's words delighted Wan Dou and Li Hua, who thought to themselves, "He really is Young Master Chenghan."

However, Yang Chenghan's sudden appearance caused the martial arts practitioners to stare at them with serious expressions. The scholar-like young man spoke up, "Young master, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

The burly man who was nearly injured by Yang Chenghan also uttered arrogant words: "Kid, you better get out of here right now, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Faced with the burly man's verbal threats, Yang Chenghan turned around and looked at him with disdain, saying, "These are my sisters. I don't know what they did to offend you that you would hurt them like this?"

The scholar wanted to reply, but remembering the cause of what had just happened, he was speechless and closed his mouth.

The burly man, however, remained relentless, saying, "I don't care whose sister you are. If you don't hand over these beauties to me as an apology today, I'll make sure you don't leave this Ya Xiang Lou."

“What apology?” Pear Blossom, standing next to Zhao Yunchu, pointed at the burly man and said, “We didn’t provoke you, yet you injured our guards for no reason. We tried to reason with you, but you turned around and tried to take advantage of our young lady. You are shameless.”

Yang Chenghan frowned angrily as he listened, staring coldly at the burly man and said in a low voice, "Are you really looking for trouble for no reason?"

At this moment, Brother Bei, supported by a guard, came to Yang Chenghan's side and said, "Young Master Chenghan, we were ordered by Miss to go upstairs for dinner, but we never expected that just because we glanced at others, they would start punching and kicking us without saying a word."

Relying on their superior numbers, the burly man simply laughed at Brother Bei's explanation, saying, "So what? What can you do to me?"

Before the burly man could finish speaking, Yang Chenghan switched the knife in his left hand, holding it vertically, and placed his right hand on the center of his left elbow. In the instant he pressed down, he raised the knife horizontally and placed it between his eyebrows. Then, he took a half-bow stance and squatted slightly. In a flash, Yang Chenghan took a step forward and swung the knife at the burly man.

Before the burly man could react, the scholar who had been watching Yang Chenghan's sword-wielding movements gasped. A sense of unease crept into his heart as he looked at the familiar sword-wielding stance, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Finally, his thoughts settled on the back of a person. He thought to himself, "This is bad," and then drew the soft sword that was wrapped around his waist.

Amidst the clash of swords, the scholar stepped in front of the astonished burly man and said, "Young master, there's a misunderstanding here. Let's talk it out."

Yang Chenghan remained silent. Seeing his first strike blocked, he immediately switched hands, holding the knife vertically. Just as the tip was about to pierce the blade, he released his hand from the hilt and slammed his palm down on it, sending the blade hurtling towards the scholar's chest. The scholar pushed the burly man away with a shove, dodging the blow. The knife flew out and embedded itself in a pillar inside the building. As he caught his breath, Yang Chenghan threw another punch. The scholar wanted to block with his sword, but remembering how Yang Chenghan had reacted with his earlier strike, he could only sheathe his soft sword at his waist and catch the blows with his silver fan.

Seeing the scholar sheathe his sword and use his folding fan to block all his fist techniques, Yang Chenghan thought to himself, "How amazing!"

Yang Chenghan's boxing slowed down, allowing the scholar to rest. However, Yang Chenghan's last punch landed squarely on the scholar.

"It looks powerful, but it feels soft when it hits you."

"The powerful, mellow fist technique is truly a descendant of his."

The scholar gently patted his chest, staring at the burly man beside him with hatred in his eyes. Then he cupped his hands to Yang Chenghan and said, "Young Master Yang, I had no intention of offending you. It was all this man's fault. He started a fight just because your guards glanced at him. It has nothing to do with me."

The scholar tried to shirk responsibility, but the burly man shouted, "You white-faced fox!"

Before the burly man could finish speaking, the scholar turned and left, saying as he left, "I have other matters to attend to, so I won't trouble Young Master Yang any further. Farewell."

Yang Chenghan watched the scholar leave, bewildered and confused. Zhao Yunchu, Wandou, and Lihua, standing to the side, were equally puzzled.

Seeing the scholar leave, the burly man frowned and shouted, "That vixen is really shameless; she ran away because she couldn't beat him."

"However, I'm not afraid."

The burly man turned to stare at Yang Chenghan, his eyes fierce, and said, "I'd like to see what you're capable of."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man stepped forward, and Yang Chenghan made a move to meet the attack, but unexpectedly, a figure flew in from outside the door and crashed heavily to the ground.

The Ya Xiang Lou was silent. Everyone turned their attention to the man whose mouth was covered in blood. The man was the scholar who had just left.

The burly man, utterly bewildered, approached the scholar, helped him up, and asked, "Didn't you say the fox was gone? What happened?"

Yang Chenghan also felt strange, but when the scholar looked at Yang Chenghan, the burly man seemed to realize something. At this moment, the scholar broke free from the burly man's support and, amidst the commotion outside the building, bowed to Yang Chenghan again and said, "Young Master Yang, I had no intention of offending you, please forgive me."

As soon as the scholar finished speaking, the noise outside grew even louder, and there were even sounds of fighting. The burly man frowned, his doubts deepening. "What do you mean?" he asked.

The scholar sighed and shook his head at the burly man's question. He did not answer the man's question, but instead said to Yang Chenghan, "If I am not mistaken, Young Master Yang should be using the self-created sword technique of the Jianghu villain Yang Tianqian from decades ago, the Right Attendant Sword Technique."

The scholar's words startled everyone present. The demon Yang Tianqian's swordsmanship?
The burly man seemed to realize what had happened as well, silently recalling Yang Chenghan's gesture of raising his knife. He looked up in shock, his voice trembling slightly: "Raising the knife with the left hand to demonstrate mastery? You're a descendant of that demon?!"

(End of this chapter)