Heaven rewards diligence; he fought his way through chaos to become a saint.

"Young master, you're back?"

Mumu held the oil lamp and spoke softly to Ye Ci.

She felt that the young master was acting strangely today, as he had only returned wearing a gray undershirt.

Could it be that he stole someone else's wife and was chased away by his husband's family?

Mu Mu was thinking to herself, but then she noticed that Ye Ci's hair was wet:

"Did you swim back?"

In her mind, she imagined a pond behind someone else's house, where the young master would jump in with a splash.

"I took a shower and buried my clothes, afraid that dog's nose would chase me."

Ye Ci calmly took out a gray cloth bag: "I wasn't in a good mood today, so I didn't search carefully. Can you count how many there are?"

"You're eating and taking things?"

Mu Mu didn't know how she came up with this word, but hearing that Ye Ci was in a bad mood, she guessed that her mood had been disturbed.

She opened the package, revealing ingots of silver... with scattered bloodstains on them.

"You...this..."

Her head was buzzing, and she dared not think about it too much. After a long pause, she said:

"Your husband's family caught up with you, so you launched a surprise attack?"

Under the flickering lamplight, Ye Ci stopped and slowly turned her head.

Bang!

Ye Ci flicked her on the forehead, making Mu Mu shrink back in pain, cover her head, and look at him with teary eyes.

What's going on in your head at such a young age?

Young master is fierce...

She didn't dare to cry, looking wronged.

Afterwards, Ye Ci took off her clothes, took out some liniment from the bedside, and wiped her wounds.

The liniment for bruises and sprains was a gift from the escort agency, and it came in handy.

I sustained some minor injuries in today's battle.

"you……"

Upon seeing Ye Ci injured, Mu Mu panicked and quickly wiped away her tears, stepping forward to help him clean his wounds.

Ye Ci lay sprawled on the bed, surrendering her body to Mu Mu.

Mumu carefully examined the wound, gasping in shock. To her, there were large bruises and some knife marks, a truly horrifying sight.

"How did you get hurt like this?" Mumu asked, her voice trembling with tears.

"I raided the Black Tiger Gang's stronghold and took out some money. Although I had previously learned that there were no hidden martial artists in the stronghold... I still didn't expect that kid to set me up. There were more than thirty Ming Jin martial artists... This damned Black Tiger Gang, I didn't expect them to be secretly raising so many Ming Jin martial artists."

"It's the Black Tiger Gang again..."

Mu Mu murmured to herself, thinking how hateful this gang was, why did they always pick on the young master?

"Why do you say 'again'? Do you think I'm always making money off one gang?"

"That's not what I meant. Please don't go anymore."

Ye Ci felt much better and taught Mu Mu, "In life, one must uphold benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness, and be upright and have a clear conscience. The Dragon and Snake Gang only owes us three coins. How could I possibly do that? If they had damaged my three hundred taels worth of belongings that day, wouldn't that have been upright and honorable? We are a good family, and we must never extort money from others."

"?"

Mu Mu pondered, vaguely sensing that she had grasped something.

After applying the medicine, the exhausted Ye Ci quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The dim, yellowish light of the oil lamp flickered.

Mumu lay on the ground and took out the silver ingots one by one, arranging them neatly.

A large bag contained over five hundred taels of silver, plus some loose change.

You should know that Ye Ci worked hard for a week to escort goods, and only received twenty taels as a reward. On a normal day, he would only earn one or two taels for a short trip, and his monthly allowance was only three taels.

Now, Mu Mu felt that the young master had struck it rich.

She put the silver back into the cloth bag, then laboriously pushed the money under the bed and covered it with straw.

Back in bed, she felt dirty and unworthy of the young master's clean appearance.

So she quickly took off her coat, climbed into bed in her undershirt, snuggled up next to Ye Ci, and fell into a sweet sleep.

She felt safe and secure only when she smelled Ye Ci's scent.

******

the next morning.

Ye Ci woke up a little late and felt a bit sore all over, but he pretended nothing was wrong and walked down the street.

First, I went to the pharmacy and bought a few doses of Qi and Blood Powder. This medicine is in powder form, so I can secretly put it into my water bag to drink later.

After suddenly becoming wealthy, one should be even more discreet.

"Here you go."

The shop assistant wrapped up the medicine powder for Ye Ci.

Ye Ci took the medicine and suddenly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats coming from outside the door.

"What happened?"

Ye Ci noticed that the soldiers had captured many people and tied them up in the prison cart.

The waiter also came out to join in the fun: "There was a thief in town last night, supposedly a thief named Apu."

Ye Ci turned around blankly: "???"

Waiter: "I've only heard about it."

Back at the Rock Martial Arts School, he pretended nothing had happened and found a quiet corner to practice his stance training.

Many disciples were cultivating in the courtyard, while others were whispering among themselves, using words like "martial arts competition" and "attack battle."

Ye Ci didn't know what they were talking about, nor did she want to pry into such trivial matters.

He felt he needed to break through to the Dark Force realm as soon as possible.

Last night, he was still unsure who had intercepted him, but he had a guess: perhaps it was someone from the Commandant's Office?

What Ye Ci truly feared was this kind of person; all his various escape methods were useless against him, and he almost got caught.

This is a difference in skill level, which is difficult to overcome with fighting style alone.

The opponent is far superior to me in both speed and defense.

Fortunately, the other party was careless last night, which allowed me to escape by sheer luck.

Suddenly, Ye Ci had a flash of inspiration. He thought he should find some poison or something similar, so that he might be able to win by surprise when he encountered such experts again.

He can handle ordinary Ming Jin practitioners without much trouble. As for the Black Tiger Gang, a rabble, he can easily take them down with his mastery of boxing techniques and combat experience.

Gradually, more and more disciples appeared in the courtyard, and the whispers turned into loud discussions.

"Is Xiao Hua really that powerful? He can actually take on six people at once?"

"Indeed! The Commandant himself praised him, saying that he is hard to beat when it comes to internal force."

"Even the Commandant praised him; it seems he's truly on his way to great heights!"

Commandant?

Ye Ci couldn't help but prick up his ears.

correct!

Last night, the captain hosted a banquet. The captain should not be that plaster man.

It seems my guess was wrong.

He praised Xiao Hua, saying he was invincible under the influence of hidden strength.

It seems that Adam Silver is quite good.

He's a genius, after all.

Some people felt proud: "Now the other two martial arts schools have really lost face. Who would have thought that Junior Brother Xiao Hua would defeat six of their best fighters in such a short time of training?"

The speaker was Meng Zhaoting, who looked about the same age as Ye Ci. He had been at the Ming Jin level for three years but had not yet reached the An Jin level.

He continued, "Junior Brother Xiao Hua's boxing skills have reached a high level. His attacks are as swift as a dragon, leaving his opponents with no chance to fight back."

Ye Ci sighed. It seems that when a genius makes a move, it is so dazzling.

Meng Zhaoting was one of the three Ming Jin cultivators who were taken away last night, so he became the center of conversation among the disciples, who all asked about the events of last night.

Just then, Xiao Hua walked over from the backyard at some point. Hearing the discussion, he simply smiled sheepishly.

"My fellow disciples are too kind. Master already reprimanded me last night, saying that I lack combat experience and shouldn't have been careless when I fought. With my skills, if I had been careful... I definitely wouldn't have been injured at all."

His tone of voice was very different from before; he was no longer arrogant, but rather exceptionally humble.

Upon hearing this, Ye Ci couldn't help but glance sideways.

Can……???

He saw a purplish-blue handprint on Xiao Hua's face.