Chapter 83: Recruitment

There was no information about him in it, but it was closely related to him.

What Su Muyu had warned him about before—telling him to be careful, that someone might seek revenge—was likely referring to the cult mentioned in the post.

Yang Wenhao shook his head slightly, losing interest. If they came after him directly, he had nothing to fear. But if they targeted those around him, especially Yang Ying, an utterly ordinary student, it would become truly troublesome.

Should he teach Yang Ying cultivation techniques? Impossible.

He quickly dismissed the idea. Leaving aside the fact that even he didn’t know how far he could go himself, the path to immortality was fraught with peril. Until he achieved something substantial, Yang Wenhao would never let his family be exposed to such danger.

“You’d best know your place. If not, even killing everyone around you wouldn’t be enough for me.”

His eyes flashed coldly as he muttered to himself.

During the school day, Yang Wenhao behaved like any regular student, attending and leaving classes as usual.

That day, after school, he had arranged to walk home with Yang Ying.

The school wasn’t far from his house; they could reach it on foot.

However, as they walked, Yang Wenhao suddenly halted.

Yang Ying, walking beside him, found it odd and stopped too. “What’s wrong?”

Yang Wenhao frowned slightly, took Yang Ying’s hand, and darted into a nearby alley.

The moment they disappeared, two shadows hurriedly followed.

The alleys here were a tangled maze, but Yang Wenhao had no intention of running away.

Once he saw there was no one else around, he stopped.

Yang Ying was panting, exhausted from the sudden sprint, while Yang Wenhao showed no sign of breathlessness at all. She couldn’t help but wonder how he had such stamina.

“Ying, get behind me,” Yang Wenhao said.

“Huh?” Yang Ying replied, puzzled.

Just then, two figures appeared a short distance ahead—a man and a woman, both in plain clothes. The man’s eyes burned with fervor, while the woman exuded an aura of heroic grace.

Yang Wenhao’s voice turned cold. “You two are following me? Who sent you?”

“Following?” Yang Ying’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t noticed anything, but Yang Wenhao had already discovered their tail.

The man smiled faintly, his words brimming with the desire to fight. “If you want to know, beat me and I’ll tell you.”

“Fine!” Yang Wenhao didn’t waste a word.

The man laughed softly, relying on his strong physique to charge at Yang Wenhao.

“Brother! Be careful!” Yang Ying called out anxiously from behind.

Yang Wenhao smiled. “Relax, to me, this kind of small fry is nothing but trash.”

“Trash? What a boast! Today, I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!”

In a blink, a fist the size of a sandbag shot toward Yang Wenhao’s face, almost upon him.

Yang Wenhao chuckled, extending one hand.

The man, seeing that Yang Wenhao intended to block him with just one hand, laughed inwardly, as if already picturing this arrogant youth being utterly defeated.

But in the next instant, he cried out in shock. “What!”

Yang Wenhao’s hand caught his punching arm with an iron grip that couldn’t be pried loose. The man’s arm was immobilized, utterly unable to move.

“Hmph.”

The man snorted and swung with his other fist.

His reaction was swift—while one hand was restrained, he instantly struck with the other.

But to Yang Wenhao, this quick and forceful punch had no power.

Yang Wenhao simply kicked, landing a direct blow to the man’s abdomen.

“Ugh!”

The man groaned and was sent flying several meters before he managed to steady himself.

Clutching his stomach, he glared at Yang Wenhao, face twisted in pain. “You cheated, you used dirty tricks.”

Yang Ying’s laughter was enchanting, like a fairy descending to earth with a world-shaking smile.

Yang Wenhao shrugged. “Weren’t you the one threatening to teach me a lesson? I don’t think that counts as cheating—just self-defense.”

“You!” The man suffered both in body and pride.

“That’s enough! You’re no match for him,” the woman, who had been silent until now, suddenly called out.

“Impossible!” the man protested. “How could I not be his equal?”

The woman replied, “Just now, he had every chance to kill you. Hurting you badly would have been effortless. Take that last kick—if your enemy had landed it, would you still be standing here talking?”

Hearing this, the man’s expression darkened. Indeed, even if he hadn’t used his full strength, it had been close enough. Yet Yang Wenhao had neutralized it with ease, and countered heavily.

“Yang Wenhao, we want to talk to you,” the woman said, looking at him.

“Sorry, I have no time. Let’s go, Ying.” Yang Wenhao took Yang Ying’s hand and turned to leave.

A shadow flashed by, striking the ground at Yang Wenhao’s feet, only a step away.

It was an eight-sided throwing knife—if it hit, the wound would open wide and bleed uncontrollably. Without timely treatment, death was certain.

Yang Wenhao’s expression turned icy, and in that instant, both the man and woman shivered.

They couldn’t understand why this third-year student seemed so terrifying, like a lion lying in wait. It wasn’t that he couldn’t attack, but that he didn’t want to. Once he did, he would shake the heavens and dominate the earth.

“You really think just the two of you can take me? Come at me together if you dare!” Yang Wenhao’s voice brimmed with confidence, carrying a persuasive force that seemed to inspire awe from deep within.

“You!” The woman could barely stand still.

“Don’t fight him—you can’t win,” the man stopped her.

“We’ll see!” The woman ignored him, shook him off, and lunged at Yang Wenhao like a fierce leopard.

“Your speed’s not bad,” Yang Wenhao remarked, shaking his head. “But to me, it’s nothing. Ying, close your eyes.”

“Okay,” Yang Ying replied in confusion, obediently shutting her eyes.

Yang Wenhao was done wasting time. He struck in a flash—one move, and his hand closed around the woman’s neck, his fingers pressing into her skin like needles. With the slightest force, he could crush her throat in an instant.

The woman’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Yang Wenhao. Though she was stronger than the man, she had been subdued in a single move, her life in his hands.

The man hurriedly pleaded, “Brother, we’re sorry! We meant no harm, we just hoped you’d join us.”

He was afraid—afraid Yang Wenhao would lose his temper and kill his teammate.

“I don’t care who you are or what your status is. That means nothing to me. If you want to talk, have your leader come in person!”

(End of chapter)