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Literary genre: Cultivation/Wuxia/Xianxia web novel (martial arts fantasy)

Language style: Conversational narrative with some formal elements typical of Chinese web novels

Tone: Dramatic, with elements of action, intrigue, and some humor

Plot keywords: Family decline, martial arts, escape, relocation, revenge

Characters:

- Yan Yuhe (严雨荷): Female, appears to be a noblewoman from the declining Yan family, somewhat obsessed with Wu Liangchen

- Wu Liangchen (武良辰): Male, the protagonist, a powerful martial artist

- Yan Zongtai (严宗泰): Male, the new patriarch of the Yan family after the previous one died

- Yan Guanhua (严冠华): Male, the previous patriarch of the Yan family who died

- Xiao Rong (萧荣): Male, someone who died while staying at the Yan family’s residence

- Erya (二丫): Female, seems to be Wu Liangchen’s wife or fiancée

- White Old Man (白老头): Male, seems to be Erya’s father (Wu Liangchen refers to him as "father-in-law")

- Liu Dongchuan (刘东川): Male, referred to as "Brother Liu" (刘哥), a friend of Wu Liangchen

- Third Master Liu (刘三爷): Male, an elderly person

- Third Granny (三奶奶): Female, an elderly person, likely Third Master Liu’s wife

The story involves the decline of the once-powerful Yan family after political upheaval involving Prince Jing and the Xiao family. Wu Liangchen is preparing to leave Dinghai City with his fiancée/wife Erya and her father to go to Huangpu. The story shows an encounter between Wu Liangchen and Yan Yuhe, who seems attracted to Wu Liangchen’s power, even after he violently attacks her.

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Yan Yuhe had been in an awful mood lately.

In fact, not just her—the entire Yan family lived in a constant state of fear and unease.

Ever since Xiao Rong’s death, it seemed as if the Yan family had offended the gods, with misfortunes striking one after another.

First, the Xiao family sent people to demand answers. After all, Xiao Rong had been staying at the Yan family residence the entire time—everyone knew this, so they couldn’t escape responsibility.

Just as Patriarch Yan Guanhua was struggling to manage this crisis, shocking news came from the Capital.

Prince Jing was suddenly implicated in a treason case and fell from power.

The Xiao family, as staunch supporters of Prince Jing’s faction, could not escape the fallout. Though they managed to stay afloat thanks to years of accumulated connections, their power was severely diminished, and their former influence disappeared.

Under these circumstances, the Yan family briefly caught their breath, only to face even more calamities.

First, all their businesses and properties in the Capital were sealed under the pretext of being connected to the treason case. This bloodied water attracted sharks—local officials and powerful families swarmed in, using various pretexts to seize the Yan family’s lands and estates.

The methods of extortion and seizure were all too familiar to the Yan family, except they had previously used these tactics against others. Now, they found themselves on the receiving end.

They could only swallow the bitter pill in silence.

After this series of misfortunes, the combination of anger and frustration caused Yan Guanhua to fall gravely ill.

After a period of treatment, he ultimately passed away.

Though Yan Zongtai quickly claimed the position of Patriarch through his accumulated prestige, the family continued to disintegrate as their influence waned.

Various branches and factions within the family fought openly and covertly, each with their own agenda.

Even with the best intentions, Yan Zongtai was powerless to reverse the situation. He eventually accepted reality, spending his days in debauchery and ignoring external affairs—essentially giving up entirely.

Under these circumstances, the Yan family’s condition deteriorated further. Now they were a powerful family in name only.

Take daily expenses, for instance. A large family like the Yans required a staggering amount of money just for food and clothing each day.

Previously, with income from estates and businesses across the region, they hadn’t worried about expenses.

Now, with their income sources cut off, they quickly found themselves in financial straits as they consumed their remaining resources.

Consider Yan Yuhe herself. In the past, she would wear her clothes only once, discarding them at the slightest soil.

Now, she had been wearing the same outfit for half a month. The cuffs and hems had turned black, but she had no money for replacements and had to make do with what she had.

For someone who had been pampered since childhood and accustomed to extravagance, this was worse than death for Yan Yuhe.

Especially today, which should have been her birthday. In previous years, the Yan family would have been hosting a grand banquet in celebration.

This year, no one even remembered the occasion.

Heartbroken, she took a carriage out for a drive to relieve her melancholy.

Not long after arriving on the street, she noticed a familiar figure standing under the eaves of a building.

It was Wu Liangchen!

Though they had met only a few times and never spoken directly, Yan Yuhe’s impression of Wu Liangchen was extraordinarily vivid. Especially that battle in the pine forest, which still haunted her dreams.

That’s why she recognized him immediately.

A wild idea formed in her mind. She stopped her carriage and greeted Wu Liangchen.

At that moment, Wu Liangchen looked at her alluring face and after a brief reflection, remembered who she was.

Wasn’t she that woman from the Long Wind Martial Arts Hall?

Right, she was also from the Yan family.

Thinking of this, Wu Liangchen glanced around with a hint of vigilance.

"Don’t bother looking. There’s nobody around, just me," Yan Yuhe said with a smile, while inwardly exclaiming.

What powerful presence!

He must be even stronger now than before. How fascinating!

Yan Yuhe felt as if electricity coursed through her body, and her eyes grew moist.

Wu Liangchen instinctively stepped back and frowned.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing in particular. I just happened to see you while passing by and thought I’d say hello."

"Don’t bother. We’re not acquainted, and I have no interest in getting to know you."

Wu Liangchen no longer cared about his grudges with the Yan family.

But that didn’t mean he needed to be polite to this Yan Yuhe who had suddenly appeared. After saying this, he turned to leave.

Yan Yuhe became anxious and jumped down from her carriage.

"Hey, don’t—"

Before she could finish, she was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the carriage shaft. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Without looking back, Wu Liangchen said coldly, "That was a warning. Next time you waste my time, I’ll take your life."

After these past two days, Wu Liangchen had gained a general understanding of the situation in Dinghai City.

So he knew something about the Yan family’s current state.

The old patriarch had died from anger, and the new patriarch was his old acquaintance, Yan Zongtai.

But regardless of who was in charge, no one could salvage the mess they were in.

The Yan family was finished.

Therefore, whatever Yan Yuhe wanted to say, Wu Liangchen had no interest in hearing it. In fact, had he not held back just now, Yan Yuhe would have been killed outright.

Wu Liangchen walked straight away.

People on the street scattered, looking at him with awe.

After all, many had witnessed what just happened. They hadn’t seen him make any movement, yet he’d sent a person flying seven or eight meters away—it seemed almost like sorcery.

Only Yan Yuhe, after coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, showed no signs of hatred. Instead, she stared at Wu Liangchen’s retreating figure with infatuation.

So handsome!

Even when striking someone, he was so handsome!

The pain in her body seemed to intoxicate her, quickly building to an extreme climax. Then, with a muffled groan, she fainted, her eyes rolling back.

"Good heavens, someone’s dead!" someone exclaimed.

"Holy shit, did she get hit so hard she pissed herself?" another person asked in shock, staring at the puddle on the ground.

Wu Liangchen knew nothing of this. By now, he had already returned to the Bai family home.

Erya had nearly finished packing her belongings, fitting just a small bundle with some changes of clothes.

The old man Bai, however, was in a dilemma, unable to decide what to keep and what to discard.

Looking at the wonton carrying pole that had accompanied him for decades, he said reluctantly, "How about we take this? If we run out of money on the road, we can still sell wontons."

Wu Liangchen: "..."

Before he could speak, Erya had already responded.

"That would be so awkward. Why don’t we just dig up the house and carry it with us too?"

Old man Bai was rendered speechless and could only laugh awkwardly to hide his embarrassment.

"Father-in-law, I know you’re attached to your business. How about this—when we reach Huangpu Guard, I’ll have someone make you an identical stall. If you wish, you can continue your business there. How’s that?"

Old man Bai’s eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Of course!" Wu Liangchen smiled.

"Alright!"

Though he agreed, old man Bai still went to bid a reluctant farewell to his old equipment.

"It’s hard to leave one’s homeland, especially for the elderly. As people age, they inevitably become nostalgic. It’s not surprising," Wu Liangchen sighed, truly understanding Liu Dongchuan’s dilemma.

Old man Bai wasn’t actually very old; he only looked aged due to years of exposure to the elements. But he was physically robust, which was why Wu Liangchen dared to bring him along on the long journey.

Third Master Liu and Third Granny, however, were over seventy—considered quite elderly in these times.

For such elderly people, leaving their homeland would lead to only one outcome: death.

Over the next day, Wu Liangchen helped organize their luggage and bought a second-hand carriage from the market.

Throughout this process, Wu Liangchen secretly monitored the Yan family’s movements.

After all, he had publicly struck a Yan family woman. If Yan Zongtai had any courage, he would surely seek revenge.

But after waiting a full day, Wu Liangchen saw no one come.

There wasn’t even much gossip on the streets.

Just last year, the Yan family had been the preeminent household in Dinghai City.

Back then, they commanded respect and enjoyed great prestige.

Now they had fallen so low that no one even cared when their female family member was assaulted. Truly, human sentiment runs cold, and the world is unpredictable.

Wu Liangchen sighed at this thought, then loaded everything into the carriage and went to bid farewell to Liu Dongchuan.

"Brother Liu, I’m leaving with Erya and her father now. Be careful while you remain in the city. If things look dire, don’t be stubborn—compromise when necessary, spend money when needed. Then immediately take the elderly couple and your wife to the countryside for safety. Don’t try to be brave. We’ll handle everything when I return, understand?" Wu Liangchen instructed anxiously.

Liu Dongchuan understood the gravity of the situation and nodded solemnly. "I understand. But don’t worry too much, Wu. With the Canal Gang’s protection, Cyan Cloud Mountain won’t go too far. If you’re busy, there’s no need to come back."

Wu Liangchen sighed, ultimately restraining himself from shattering Liu Dongchuan’s false hopes.

"Fine, we’ll discuss it later."

"I won’t go see the elderly couple now—it would only make them sad. Just tell them Erya and I have gone ahead and will return to visit them sometime later."

"Yes, be careful on your journey."

With everything settled, Wu Liangchen prepared sufficient dried food and wine, then departed early the next morning, just as the sky began to lighten.

As they left the city where he had lived most of his life, old man Bai looked back at the city bathed in dawn light. Suddenly, a pang struck his heart, and a thought surfaced:

’With this departure, I’ll likely never return in this lifetime!’