Chapter 215 - 77: Arrogant Young Masters

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Bu Jiuxiao saw that Ye Beiming’s complexion wasn’t good, so he followed his gaze as well. Upon looking, he was so astonished that he stood up immediately. "Yun Canglang! The Yun Canglang from the Martial Saint General Mansion? His hysteria is cured?" Bu Jiuxiao could see clearly now, the lean man sitting across Yun Sheng, was indeed Yun Canglang. Unlike Ye Beiming and Cheng Bai, with ancestors who were civil servants entering officialdom, and Ye Beiming being blind in his early years, neither had ever seen the once illustrious second young master Yun Canglang of the Yun Family within Great Zhou City. The Martial Saint General Mansion was full of talented individuals in the early years; Yun Canghai was the youngest Sky Mage of Great Zhou, and his younger brother Yun Canglang was also Great Zhou’s youngest general. With the Martial Saint General aged, and Marquis Weiyuan in charge of Yujing, it was during that time Yun Canglang rose to prominence. He went on military campaigns at twelve, and by twenty-five, he was invincible with his combat skills. Back then, Bu Jiuxiao was just a child of five or six years old, yet in his childhood memories, the name Yun Canglang was synonymous with ’hero’. Yun Canglang’s physical disabilities, and his departure from the Great Zhou Camp, once saddened the young Bu Jiuxiao for quite some time. He had thought that in this lifetime, he would never have the opportunity to see his childhood idol appear again, yet a few hundred meters away, chatting and laughing was indeed Yun Canglang. "What? You’re saying that middle-aged man is Yun Canglang? That’s my master’s sworn brother, no wonder master has been in good spirits lately, it turns out he introduced the Little Divine Doctor to Yun Canglang," Cheng Bai also looked over eagerly upon hearing it was Yun Canglang. Yun Canglang had been away from the public eye for too long, so long that most of the common people in Yujing City no longer recognized the once formidable Great Zhou general. It turned out to be just seeking medical treatment, which made Ye Beiming breathe a sigh of relief. The restaurant where Yun Sheng and Yun Canglang were located is a well-known establishment in Yujing City, home to all sorts of people, including performing artists and songstresses earning their keep. Halfway through their meal, a young songstress of about thirteen or fourteen years old with an unripe appearance approached them. Cradling a lute in her arms, she asked in a soft voice: "Gentlemen, would you allow Huang Que to play a little tune to enhance your enjoyment? If it pleases you, could you spare Huang Que a few copper coins as a reward?" This songstress looked quite naive and her voice trembled slightly; her clothes were plain, but her demeanor did not match that of an ordinary woman of the night. Girls like her are often from families that have fallen on hard times and have no choice but to perform in public for the sake of their households. In a place like this restaurant, there are all kinds of people; clearly, a songstress who looks like a little lamb must have a hard life here. Yun Canglang nodded and took out five silver coins to give to Huang Que. Huang Que immediately knelt to thank them, but was promptly pulled up by Yun Sheng. She gently strummed the lute strings, and the lute’s music, reminiscent of babbling brook water, started floating through the restaurant. The songstress Huang Que was not very skilled at playing the lute, but she had a beautiful voice, sweet and sonorous, a naturally exceptional singing voice. Yun Sheng, in his past life, had never experienced such live street performance, and now found a unique charm in listening to it. A look of appreciation also appeared on Yun Canglang’s face. As the singing reached its climax, several gold coins dropped from the sky, landing next to Huang Que’s feet. Startled, Huang Que’s singing abruptly stopped, and the lute in her hands fell to the ground in shock. Soon, a rough voice followed: "Little lady, your voice is not bad, it thrilled us young masters’ hearts, come over here and sing for us, and we have plenty of gold coins for you." With that, a series of brazen wolf whistles was heard. Yun Sheng lifted her head to see a window wide open in the direction of the private room in the tavern; the sound was coming from there. Just as the mocking laughter ceased, several fierce-looking guards descended from upstairs, grabbed the ashen-faced Huang Que, and began dragging her toward the private room above. Huang Que’s cries for help attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern, yet no one lifted a finger to assist; the patrons all wore an expression of numbness, as if such scenes were no longer strange to them. A lone girl, once in the clutches of those lustful scoundrels, is bound to face more peril than fortune. Daring to commit such an atrocity in a public place like a tavern meant that they must come from a family with substantial power; Huang Que was just a singing girl with no one to rely on, and crossing those dandies of Yujing for her sake was simply not worth it. Even the tavern owner merely shook his head with a sigh, without stepping forward to help. "This is too much!" Yun Sheng drew her Magic Wand, ready to take action. But just as she was about to make her move, she suddenly noticed something strange about Yun Canglang next to her; his left hand, out of anger, began to tremble slightly. His hand can move?! Seeing this, Yun Sheng lowered her Magic Wand. "None of you touch me, I... I am the daughter of Courageous Captain Huang Qianyong of the Yun Family Army," Huang Que said, as she was dragged along, and just as she was about to be pulled into the private room, a flush of rage rose on her pale face. Her shoulders, which were trembling with fear, suddenly tensed up; no one knew from where she gathered the strength to push the guard away and staggered towards the stairs to run down. She is originally a girl from a military family, her life was carefree; had it not been for her father’s illness, she would never have put herself in such a situation to attract attention. The Yun Family Army! Yun Canglang’s left hand trembled even more violently. As a child of a military family, she is part of the military kin; as per the Great Zhou Laws, there are certain protections for the wives and children of active military personnel. If anyone harms a member of the military family, the crime is increased by one degree. Hearing Huang Que say this, the several guards also seemed somewhat hesitant. "What are you staring at, grab her; how could a member of the Yun Family Army’s family be like a licentious woman, singing in a tavern," said the dandies in the private room, not only undeterred, but their mocking intensified. Had it been ten years earlier, the Yun Family Army within the territory of Great Zhou was also a famed and formidable force, but things are different now; the Yun Family Army has long since declined. Hearing this, the guards became even more unbridled. Like hawks preying on chicks, they grabbed Huang Que by the hair and dragged her upstairs. A streak of clear tears traced down Huang Que’s face; she had already begun to harbor thoughts of death, feeling that it would be better to die rather than have her chastity tarnished this day. Biting her teeth, she was about to bite her tongue and commit suicide when— "Let her go!" Yun Canglang was furious, suddenly standing up. Although Yun Canglang was physically disabled, the murderous aura honed from battles in his earlier years was like an unsheathed sword. At his roaring command, the entire tavern shook as if struck by lightning, and everyone was taken aback. The guards dragging Huang Que felt a stall in their fighting spirit, as if someone had punched them squarely in the chest, causing them to retreat hastily; the laughter from the private room silenced instantly as well. "Who is this blind fool, daring to interfere with this young master’s fun," an angry voice bellowed from the private room, and a group of young Martial Artists dressed in luxurious clothing came down the stairs. Yun Sheng, seeing this, felt an itch in her throat and couldn’t help the urge to cough; truly, this was a case of the big flood washing over the Dragon King Temple—one family member not recognizing another. Among the lavishly dressed Martial Artists, one of them looked very familiar; wasn’t it Yun Canglang’s "dear" nephew, Tang Yu!

Chapter 215 - 77: Arrogant Young Masters

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