Black Wind Village.

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The wall cavity was lit by blazing torches, illuminating the vast cavern hall like daylight.

The Patriarch sat in the tiger-skin chair, closing the booklet in his hands and leaning back against the chair.

A pair of narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

Below, stood a throng of brothers.

The Second-in-Command strode forward, bearing his double axes, and fixed the Big Boss with a glare from his bull's-eye eyes.

"Big brother, how are you? How much did we lose in this encirclement?"

The Second Master couldn't help but ask.

The Patriarch slowly opened his eyes, a glint of bloodlust flashing in his gaze.

Compared to the previous few times, this time the losses are extremely heavy!

The Big Boss speaks.

Upon hearing this, the second-in-command's face flushed, and every one of his whiskers bristled.

“The battle of Malago, this time we were supposed to win, driving those imperial dogs all over the mountains. How come we suffered such heavy losses?”

The Second Master angrily asked.

On the side, a small leader said: "The second-in-command was stationed at the mountain stronghold and didn't know what happened. We brothers took advantage of the victory to pursue them."

“We'll meet up with the brothers from Niu Tuidan at the roadside. We were originally going to slaughter all those court dogs.”

But who knew that suddenly a squad of people emerged, led by a young man who looked incredibly fierce!

"What a fierce method!" the second master asked.

That little chief still felt a chill down his spine when he remembered the narrow escape they had.

The young man danced with a steel blade in his hand, wielding the strength of ten thousand men despite being alone.

“None of our brothers could withstand him. Many were slain by his blade, it was terrifying…”

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Damn it!

The second-in-command kicked the mouthy leader with a powerful, heartfelt kick, sending him flying several meters away.

"How can you raise the spirits of others and diminish your own prestige? I'll chop off your head right now!"

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The change happened too quickly, and the others nearby didn't react in time.

When he came to, the axe, carrying the force of thunder, was already at the back of the small leader's head.

Everyone gasped.

Just then, a hook suddenly flew over.

Seizing the axe in the Second Master's hand, I pulled hard. The Second Master stumbled and fell to the ground, his axe flying out of his grip and crashing onto the earth nearby.

The iron hook was immediately retracted. Only the underlining of the chief's sleeve moved, and in an instant, it returned to its usual calm.

The second-in-command fell to the ground and didn't dare to get angry.

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He scrambled to his feet and shouted at the seated chief, "Big brother, why won't you let me chop this treacherous fellow?" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

The Big Boss squinted: “Our Black Wind Village’s rules are, after drinking the blood wine, the vows we make bind us as brothers.”

"The blade's edge is always outward, how could there be any reason to turn it inward?"

The big boss spoke slowly.

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The second-in-command stomped his foot in frustration, turning his head to glare at the terrified small captain who was about to collapse on the ground.

“Today, Big Brother is speaking up for you. This old man will spare your life this time. If there's another time, even the Heavenly King himself won't be able to protect you!”

The petty officer quickly knelt and kowtowed to the two heads of the family, thanking them profusely. Then he hid behind the crowd and dared not speak again.

Here, the second-in-command has a furious expression.

"Big brother, the counterfeit losses are severe. Please give the order, let me lead my men to raid the village down the mountain!"

But the Big Boss shook his head.

"Raiding the village, no rush," he said.

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“Although our granaries are well-stocked, there is an urgent matter that demands our immediate attention.” he said.

"What's up? Just tell me what you need, big brother," the second-in-command said.

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The Head of the Household nodded.

He pondered for a moment before speaking, "That young man with the courage of ten thousand, judging by his attire, is not a soldier but likely a villager from around here."

"According to what my brothers told me about him, his description matches the young hunter Li Da Dao spoke of by eight out of ten."

"It must be the same person," the chief said.

When the second in command heard this, he was even more furious.

"Malago, that kid just won't leave me alone! He even colluded with the imperial dogs. No, I'm going down the mountain to Changping Village and kill him to eliminate the threat!"

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The Second Master said, picking up the axe from the ground and preparing to go down the mountain.

The Patriarch called him back.

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“Second brother, don’t act rashly!”

The second-in-command stopped his feet.

"Big brother, please don't stop me. Let me, this ghost-ax wielder, go and meet his steel blade. I will definitely bring back his head to offer as tribute to the souls of our fallen brothers!"

"This man must be eliminated, but we must not be rash. We need to outsmart him!" the head of the household said.

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"Just tell me what to do, Big Brother! Spit it out!" the Second Master said.

The head of the household pondered for a moment.

"Summon Li Dāo and Zhou Tū to come up. I have important matters to discuss."

During the Qingming Festival, rain falls incessantly. Pedestrians on the road feel their spirits about to break.

In a blink of an eye, it's the 7th of March.

Ching Ming Festival is the day to commemorate ancestors.

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Da An Da Jie's school had a day off.

Both the wine shop and the construction site were closed for the day.

The shop assistants and artisans went home to sweep the tombs and pay respects to their ancestors.

Early in the morning, Yang Huazhou rushed back to the village with Bao Suyun by carriage.

Wufang now has no property in the Lao Yang family. This time back, they naturally landed in the Sanfang's residence.

After breakfast, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou were organizing paper and fireworks.

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The two daughters-in-law of the Sun and Bao families were diligently preparing sacrificial offerings in the kitchen.

Yang Ruqing was playing with her three younger brothers on the side.

In a short while, Yang Yongjin ran over, threw his hat at the door and entered, addressing Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaizhou: "Third Uncle, Fifth Uncle, Grandpa asked me to ask if you're all settled. If so, we'll set off to the mountain to burn incense."

Yang Huazhong said, "Go tell your grandfather, we're coming right over!"

Yang Yongjin nodded, picked up his straw hat and dashed back to the front yard.

Here, Yang Huazhong looked out at the incessant rain.

"It's raining today and the mountain road is difficult to travel, so let the children stay home. Don't go!" he said.

Yang Ruqing said, "Father, let me go with you. I can handle it."

Yang Huazhong said, “Cheng and Qinger go together, leave a few at home.”

>Many people are a little disappointed.

Yang Ruqing then smiled and comforted them: "Mountain roads are all muddy. Going back will get your shoes and clothes dirty, not to mention that if you get caught in the rain, you might even get sick. It's better to bear some hardship."

"I'll be back this afternoon to make some delicious Qingming cakes for you all."

Children are children after all, they cheer up quickly.

Big An said, "Sister, please kowtow to our ancestors on my behalf, and pray that I do well in my studies and pass the imperial examinations."

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Yang Ruqing pinched Dayan's cheek and corrected him.

“Good grades come from your own hard work and study, not from hoping for divine favor. Do you understand?”

Da An stuck out his tongue, afraid Yang Ruohong would lecture him again, so he quickly grabbed Da Jie's hand and ran out of the kitchen.

"You little punk, your attitude towards studying is not right. When you get home, I'll give you a good lesson."

Yang Ruqing glared at Da An's retreating figure.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou on the side were amused.

Soon, Sun Shi and Bao Suyun finished packing the offerings into a basket and covered it.

With drinks prepared, they saw Yang Huazhong, Yang Huazhou, and Yang Ruqing off at the door.