Chapter 41: Father Yang San Weng

  The city of Xi'an has been quiet recently because a group of mischievous kids have all been hiding at home, not daring to go out easily.

  Because the two Young Masters of Yuxing City are currently lying at home, seriously injured. It is said that Nangong Cang's arm was cut off and Yang Yu Xi was wounded in the foundation.

  Parents of children naturally take this opportunity to instill a sense of danger in their own children, and all the children are frightened.

  It's been more than half a month like this, and people can already see Nan Gong Zuan Jie on the streets, with empty sleeves that pierce everyone's heart.

  Sometimes Nan Gong Zuo Jie would quietly gaze in the direction of the City Master's residence, his eyes containing an unspoken depth.

  People came to the city master's mansion one after another, but most of them were rejected at the door. Just today, a figure appeared in front of the city master's mansion, and everyone in front of the city master's mansion saw his gloomy face and made way for him.

  Because this person is a bad old man.

  Everyone in the evening city expected one thing: a negotiation between the Old Master and the City Lord's Manor was inevitable.

  How can it be possible for one's own child to lose an arm and not demand an explanation?

  Then, when the old man appeared in front of the city master's mansion, the people of Yexing City unconsciously surrounded the city master's mansion. They also wanted to see how the city master would handle this matter.

  The old man didn't say a word, his gloomy gaze fell on the plaque of the city lord's mansion, and his right hand suddenly lifted up, punching out with a loud crash!

  Everyone gasped in shock, no one had expected Old Man Jia to be so overbearing, he actually wanted to directly knock down the plaque.

  "Boom!"

  The lintel swayed for a moment before crashing down.

  Everyone knows that if the lintel falls to the ground, the city master's mansion will definitely be furious. Although Yang Sanwang is very democratic, it doesn't mean he won't use the law to punish people.

  "Boom!"

  The main gate of the castle burst open, and Yang Lin rushed out from it. With a swift motion of his right hand, he steadily caught the falling heavy plaque.

  Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

  All eyes were focused on Lao Tzu and Yang Lin at this moment, but Lao Tzu and Yang Lin didn't care about the gaze of the people around them. The two pairs of old eyes looked at each other, both faces calm and peaceful, without a single ripple.

  But discerning people can see that the air around the two is gradually becoming turbulent, and their auras are confronting each other.

  "Wow"

  Yang Lin's right hand rose, and the fan in his hand flew up again, accurately hanging on the gate once more. Throughout this process, his eyes never left the old man.

  "Call Yang Sanweng out!" The old man's voice was cold and menacing, with a hint of evil intentions.

  As soon as the words fell, Yang San's figure appeared from behind the gate and walked solemnly to Yang Lin's front.

  "Old Master..." Yang Lin's eyes lost their coldness as he saw Yang Sanwang.

  "What brings you here?" Yang San's voice was calm and collected, with an air of natural authority.

  The old man secretly admired Yang San's aura, but he came today to ask for an explanation, and naturally he couldn't be intimidated by the aura.

  "You won't know the purpose of my coming?"

  Yang Sanwang looked at the old man with a scowl, thought for a moment, then turned his body and said: "Let's go in and talk."

  "No need for that, let's just talk about it here!" The old man suddenly supported his sleeve and sneered, "What? Is the great Lord of Yushi City trying to cover up for his own child?"

  Yang San's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he still stood up straight and said: "I naturally won't shield him. If he did something wrong, he should be punished. So, what do you want to do?"

  At the same time, in Yang Yuxi's room, a servant rushed over in panic.

  "What's the hurry?" Yang Yuwu called out to the servant, frowning in inquiry.

  "Oh no, Master! That old scoundrel has come to our doorstep!" The servant was panting and trembling with fear, pointing towards the direction of the main gate.

  "Trouble is coming..." Yang Yuwen lightly bit her lip and whispered.

  The servant continued: "That man insisted on Master compensating him and his demands were excessive!"

  "What... is going on here?" Yang Yuwen furrowed his brow.

  "I, I want to go..." On the bed, Yang Yu Xi heard this and his face changed slightly. He then struggled to get up. More than half a month had passed, and Yang Yu Xi's recuperation was going well. He could already walk a little on the ground.

  "Third brother, your body is still not well!" Yang Yuwu immediately stopped him.

  Yang Yuwen also said: "Yes, third brother, and at this time you go, not only is it useless, but it may also make the situation worse."

  "Yes, Second Brother is right."

  Yang Yu Xi shook his head, his face still pale but unusually firm: "Big brother, second brother, this matter was caused by me, no matter what I must come forward, the things I did wrong naturally I have to take responsibility for myself, I cannot let Father bear this responsibility for me!"

  "But, third brother..." Yang Yu and Wu were still somewhat hesitant.

  "Big brother, second brother, don't worry......" Yang Yu Xi forced a smile, "I'm clear about my body, it's already gotten much better. Besides, I'm not going to fight, just talk, nothing will happen."

  "Then let's go with Third Brother!" Yang Yu Wu said, seeing that Yang Yu Xi had made up her mind and didn't bother to argue.

  Yang Yuwen also nodded, his tone unusually firm: "Third brother, you don't need to say anything, we won't let you go alone."

  Yang Yuwen immediately turned around and said to the servant waiting beside him, "You lead the way."

  The servant bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Yes."

  The atmosphere in front of the city lord's mansion was extremely tense. The old man was pressing forward aggressively, and even the crowd felt that he was being a bit too much.

  "This is also too much, right?"

  "It's really going to be cut off, one of Third Young Master San's hands..."

  "Alas, the city master is in trouble now."

  Yang San's face turned gloomy, but Yang Lin behind him was furious, shouting: "You think you can cut off Young Master San's hand? You're dreaming!"

  The old man sneered coldly: "This matter was caused by him, and he naturally has to compensate for the loss of Cang Jie. Since Cang Jie's hand is cut off, he will have to follow suit!"

  "Ke San Shao Ye also suffered serious injuries, even more severe than Nan Gong Zang Jie!"

  The old man was merciless: "This injury is his own doing, no one forced him. However, the injury to Cang Jie is indeed caused by him, and he has an inescapable responsibility. What, do you really want to cover up for him?"

  Yang Lin was furious and said: "Don't forget, Third Master was injured for protecting Cang Jie!"

  "Hmm, who knows?"

  "You!" Yang Lin was furious and about to strike, but was stopped by Yang Sanfang.

  Yang San looked at the old man with a deep and profound gaze, his voice low and solemn: "Do you really want to disable Yu Xi's hand?"

  The old man sneered coldly: "If you cut off one of your hands yourself, I can also accept it."

  As soon as this was said, everyone burst into an uproar.

  "Hey, hey, hey! I'm telling you, old man, you've gone too far!" Someone in the crowd spoke up, and this sparked a chain reaction.

  "It's just that, the city master has done so much for us, how can we cut off one of his hands?!"

  "It's clear that you're hiding your true strength at home and can't even cut off your own hand, what are you doing here shouting?!"

  ……

  All sorts of voices rose and fell, the old man let out a cold snort, his apathetic eyes swept over the crowd, and the crowd immediately fell silent.

  "What's with you, Lord of Dusk City?" The old man's eyes narrowed, his tone full of sarcasm.

  "Old master, no! If you must cut off someone's head, then cut off mine!" Yang Lin was greatly alarmed, he believed that Yang San would definitely be able to do it.

  "I don't want your old hand!" The old man didn't back down at all.

  "Looking for death!" Yang Lin was thoroughly enraged. If it weren't for Yang San being there, he would have crushed the old man to death.

  The old man snorted coldly and stared straight at Yang Sanwang.

  It's not just Old Man Zhou, everyone in the room is staring at Yang Sanpang, and many people are whispering to each other.

  "Are you saying the city master will really cut off his arm?"

  "I don't know, but judging from the lord's usual behavior, it's very likely!"

  "What? The city lord has lost his arm! What can be done now?!"

  "It's just that, Lord City, you mustn't act impulsively!"

  "Big Brother, Second Brother, let's hurry up, I have a bad feeling." Yang Yu Xi's face was still slightly pale and his expression was serious.

  Yang Yuwu and Yang Yiwu exchanged a glance, knowing that Yang Yuxi wouldn't joke around at a time like this. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, supported Yang Yuxi as their pace suddenly quickened.

  "Dad, don't let me regret it for the rest of my life!"

  "What's wrong, Yang Sanwang? Either you cut off one of Yang Yuxi's hands or you disable one of your own hands. Don't tell me you don't even have this bit of courage?" The old man's harsh words made everyone uncomfortable, but his strength made them dare not say anything.

  "Old master......" Yang Lin saw a hint of determination in the depths of Yang San's eyes and hastily grabbed him, saying urgently, "You can't do that, old master!"

  "Let go!" Yang San suddenly burst out with a loud shout, startling everyone.

  Everyone's attention focused on Yang Sanpang again, they knew that Yang Sanpang had already made a decision.

  Yang San opened his eyes, took a step forward and stared at the old man: "This is Yuxi's fault, there's no doubt about it. I apologize to Nan Gong Cang Jie for this. But Yuxi is only eight years old and doesn't understand things yet, he has a long way to go in life. If you cut off one of his hands, it will cause him irreparable regret for the rest of his life. He should bear the consequences of his own actions, but he's my son... I couldn't bear to see him lose a hand. So if cutting off one of my hands can ease your pain, then I'm willing to do so!"

  As soon as the words fell, Yang San's left arm suddenly burst into a bloody dance, the entire left arm exploding, like brilliant fireworks, yet telling of pain.

  "No, sir!" Yang Lin's eyes reddened as he fell to his knees with a thud.

  Then all the people present, except for Old Man Zhou, knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Yang Sanpang, their sobs echoing in his ears.

  "Hum"

  Yang Yu Xi felt a blank in his mind, he happened to hear what Yang San Wang said to the old man, and also saw Yang San Wang blow up his left arm. The blood mist was deeply etched in his mind, never fading away. His whole body went soft, and he fainted straight away.

  Yang Yuwu and Yang Yiwu also reddened their eyes in an instant, but they endured it. They supported Yang Yuxi, with tears silently falling.

  Yang San stumbled and quickly stopped the bleeding, his face suddenly turning pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

  Even the old man who was forgotten by Yang Sanfeng was shocked by his majestic and powerful demeanor, he was stunned for a long time, then bowed to Yang Sanfeng with a fist, his body slightly bent, his tone extremely respectful: "The city master is so mighty, I admire him, this matter will end here." After finishing speaking, he walked through the crowd and left.

  "Hurry, hurry and get a doctor!" A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.