Chapter 1: Qin Young Master Arrives at Treasure Land, Testing His Wolf-Fighting Skills

  Lightning cuts through the dark clouds, instantly illuminating the night sky like daylight.

  The first spring thunder suddenly exploded. With the deafening thunder, pea-sized raindrops began to pelt the ground with a loud patter. In an instant, the rain grew heavier and heavier, enveloping the entire city in darkness.

  The bustling city in the daytime is unusually quiet in the rain, the raindrops falling on the eaves, courtyards and streets, making a noisy sound, gathering together yet so harmonious, lulling people to sleep. The vast majority of people have indeed fallen asleep peacefully.

  Except for a four-entry house in the east of the city.

  The courtyard is not large, and the mottled walls silently tell its long history. The yard is spacious and bright, with four separate houses on each side, connected by a corridor, which is the traditional Chinese quadrangle structure.

  At this time, on the roof of the east house in the inner courtyard, two people were standing. An old man in a brown robe was holding an umbrella for the person in white beside him. The rain was too heavy and the shoulders of the person in white got wet through the umbrella, but he didn't move at all, intently staring at the scene in the courtyard.

  Following his gaze downwards, a group of black-clad men were surrounding the north house, engaged in a fierce battle. There were over thirty people, divided into two factions, killing each other. The attacking side was clearly more adapted to fighting in the dark, their weapons all painted black, and only when lightning flashed could their opponents see the pitch-black but sharp blades stabbing towards their vital parts. Often without time to dodge, the sound of sharp instruments piercing flesh would ring out once, taking away a fresh life or part of a body.

  The defensive black-clad warriors watched as their companions fell one by one, yet they didn't waver in the slightest, still parrying and riposting against the powerful enemy's onslaught with each sword and knife. They seemed to be unaware of retreat, just like the fearless soldiers of Western Qin.

  Strength ultimately overcomes stubbornness. The attacking side took advantage of their numerical superiority, tightly encircling the black-clad men defending the north house, and sent out several powerful assassins to burst open the door - accompanied by a discordant scream from inside the room, the defense was breached.

  Inside the house, a giant with a curly beard stood beside the bed, holding a long sword and dressed as a guard. He stared blankly at the pale young man lying on the ground, his head tilted to one side. Even the assassins who had burst in through the door were stunned when they saw the frail young man suddenly collapse and let out a miserable cry, and they too fell to the ground, momentarily dazed.

  The young man behind him seemed to have been scared to death, and the giant was shocked to realize that today was already a dead end: if the person he protected died, even if he repelled the assassin, he would have no way out. Now he had no choice but to sacrifice himself for his master, perhaps still able to protect his family far away.

  With a resolute mind, the giant glared with copper bell-like ox eyes and let out a loud roar, wielding his long sword like a mad demon, attacking the enemy's vital points with each strike, completely abandoning defense. It seemed he was determined to fight to the end. The assassins saw that their target seemed to be courting death himself and didn't want to engage in a fierce battle with him, and were instead forced into a state of panic by his solo assault.

  These assassins were incredibly sharp and numerous, and after a dozen or so rounds they regained the initiative, turning defense into offense. As swords clashed, the giant's weapon was blocked by one assassin, and almost simultaneously another assassin's sword struck at the giant's left chest like a venomous snake spitting its fangs. In the blink of an eye it pierced his leather armor, seemingly unavoidable. The giant's eyes widened in horror...

  At this time, the 'dead' man lying behind the giant suddenly kicked his right leg violently, and it was a kick on the back of his neck. The giant stumbled and fell backwards, and the long sword scraped across his chest, splitting the skin armor in two, but also allowing the giant to escape a disaster.

  Seeing a dead person suddenly come back to life, even those assassins with hearts as hard as iron and stone couldn't help but feel a tightening in their chests, a loosening of their grip, and some became bewildered.

  The "dead" on the ground opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

  Compared with the blood-curdling screams outside, the silence inside was suffocating.

  One of the assassins came to his senses first, stepped forward with a bow and raised his knife to split this embarrassing fellow. When everyone was ready for a bloody beheading, the assassin who had raised his knife suddenly let out a loud "Ahh..." and collapsed to the ground, clutching his lower abdomen, curled up like a shrimp, and started vomiting.

  The knife flew out of control, horizontally flying out, across the people who had just faked their death on the ground, towards the giant's head who was about to get up from the bed, the giant instinctively displayed his iron bridge skill, and fell back down heavily, the knife 'swished' into the wood three inches deep, only one inch away from the giant's forehead...

  The assassins did not see the scene just now, and they had no time to think carefully. Three of them immediately went forward together, swinging their knives and chopping down. The fake corpse rolled and crawled to avoid the attack...

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  Qin Lei forcibly restrained his emotions, the quality of a special forces instructor keeping his absurd feelings suppressed, focusing on dealing with the crisis at hand.

  My body feels extremely weak, just like I'm suffering from a serious illness. All my movements have become distorted. Just now, I clearly kicked that person in the abdomen, but it was three inches lower...

  Not only was the reaction slow, but the strength was completely lost, and even his legs seemed to have shortened a bit. Qin Lei slightly shook his head, it seems that the illness is not light, and hallucinations have already appeared. Before he could make any further judgments, the three assassins pounced again. Qin Lei used an old cow's tail swing to fling himself out of the way.

  Taking advantage of the momentum from his sideways flip, Qin Lei supported himself with his left hand and performed a beautiful swallow dive, landing on both feet. In that split second, he had already decided which technique to use against these thugs - although it was somewhat embarrassing, it was the most suitable for his current physical condition.

  Assassins fanned out and surrounded him, Qin Lei covered his chest with his left hand and his kidney with his right, opening up a stance. The assassins attacked simultaneously, the one on the left swung his knife first, Qin Lei dodged to the side, following the assassin's arm with a thrust, entering the assassin's embrace, throwing out his left fist, raising his left elbow, using the move "Welcoming Wind Sweeping Sleeve" - instantly knocking down the eight-foot-tall strongman, who writhed on the ground like a snail.

  This move 'Welcoming the Wind with a Swing of the Sleeve' is really too vicious to onlookers: first punching the groin, then elbowing the ribs, even an iron man would be beaten badly.

  Qin Lei didn't take advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack, he was really helpless! His body was extremely weak, and after several movements, he was already close to collapse. The other two assassins saw that his moves were sinister and cut off people's descendants, and they unconsciously slowed down their attack, causing both sides to be at a stalemate.

  At this time, the giant had already stood up to resist the remaining assassins. Seeing that his master was not dead, he was overjoyed and exerted his divine might, barely holding off the other four assassins.

  Every time the assassin felt that he had the upper hand and was about to deliver the final blow, Qin Lei would use some strange moves to narrowly avoid it, often gaining an advantage in the process. His strength wasn't great, but he specialized in targeting areas that were hard to defend, such as the groin, nose, and soft ribs, making him extremely troublesome to deal with.

  The battle outside the window continued, and the black-clad defenders gradually got used to the night fight. Like the scene inside the house, it was very chaotic but stubbornly persisted. The white-clad person on the rooftop furrowed his brow, just about to say something to the old man beside him, when the old man leaned in, listened intently for a moment, and slowly shook his head at the white-clad person.

  The man in white hummed a tune, put his hand to his lips and whistled, then disappeared into the rain with the old man.

  Upon hearing the whistle, the assassin launched a few fierce attacks before retreating like a tide, vanishing into thin air in an instant. The black-clad defenders also departed silently, as if they had never been there at all.

  The whole yard was left with only two men, one big and one small, panting like a bellows...

  After a moment, the dense footsteps and armor clashing sounds rose, Qin Lei saw a large team of soldiers rushing in, these people holding torches, wearing leather armor, carrying bows and knives, with a fierce look on their faces...

  Even if Qin Lei had undergone hellish training, his thick nerves were about to collapse - was this filming a movie? Was I too heavy-handed just now? I don't seem to be an actor, do I?

  Innumerable question marks flooded his mind, turning it into a mess of porridge, with buzzing sounds that never ceased...

  A heavily armored big-bearded man came over to talk, but he didn't listen to a word and it was the giant beside him who helped answer instead.

  As consciousness slowly returned to his brain, Qin Lei only heard the giant say something like "Your Highness", "no harm done" and "please leave" to the big bearded man. Then he saw the big bearded man look at him with a gloating expression before walking away with his troops. Before leaving, he said something to the giant that made his face turn black with anger.

  The house was quiet once more, with only the occasional crackle of a torch that one of the soldiers had stuck in the wall.

  Qin Lei's physical condition was terrible, feeling sour and unbearable, with a splitting headache. He struggled to put himself on the bed and lay down, adjusting his posture to make himself more comfortable. Only then did he look at the other person in the room, finding that they were staring at him with an unusual expression, as if wanting to say something but hesitating. Qin Lei slowly closed his eyes and said softly, "Do you have something to say?"

  The giant nodded and was about to speak when the half-dead man on the bed groaned again, "We're all tired, let's talk about it tomorrow..."

  The words reached the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back, and the giant almost choked to death. He muttered a few curses under his breath, clasped his fists together, and said in a deep voice: "Your subordinate takes leave." He pulled out the torch stuck in the window frame, stepped out of the room quietly, and slowly closed the door.

  Darkness once again enveloped the house, Qin Lei concentrated on listening to the patter of rain outside the window, without opening his eyes again.

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  Division line

  Revised chapter, please correct