The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 218: Slave Trader King of Jiaodong

"The young prince is very generous. He has never looked down on rough people like us. The key is that he is rich." Peng Lianhu, also known as the Thousand-Handed Butcher, was hanging around in Hebei and Shanxi. He had many followers and was very powerful. Originally, he had no intersection with Yang Kang, but later the products produced in Jiaodong were very valuable, which made some of his short-sighted subordinates have ulterior motives. They even wanted to rob the Jiaodong caravan, but were beaten to a bloody pulp by Yang Kang's guards.

His men were beaten, and except for a few who managed to escape, all were taken to Jiaodong for forced labor. Unable to save his dignity, Peng Lianhu quietly infiltrated Jiaodong with a pair of elite soldiers. Unexpectedly, they were personally led by Yang Kang and his men on their first night. The sixteen-year-old Yang Kang defeated him with a single blow of his spear. After capturing him, he learned of his true identity and, after paying him a small fortune, offered him gifts of gold and silver to help him leave the country. He also struck a dirty deal with him, a human trafficking operation.

Yang Kang said that he was the prince of the Jin Dynasty and had always admired heroes, but he looked down on those who bullied the weak and targeted decent people. He also hoped that he could maintain the prosperity and stability of the Jin Dynasty. It didn't matter if he collected some protection fees and did some small business, but he must not ruin the good situation or the lives of the lower-class people. After all, he and others still had to rely on them for support.

Then Yang Kang paid money to buy people, only the bad guys for labor reform, saying that he would teach them a skill so that they could turn over a new leaf and atone for their sins.

What is most common around Peng Lianhu?

Villain, bandit.

Peng Lianhu then handed over the criminals and people he disliked to Yang Kang in exchange for a lot of gold, silver and a large number of seafood. Most of these things could be sold at a high price in Shanxi and Shaanxi, making Peng Lianhu rich. Because of his relationship with King Zhao, he looked at Yang Kang with even more respect.

"It's easier to make money with people. The people sent by Village Chief Peng are all very strong. They can work well when there are people watching them. But there has been more and more work recently, and it seems not enough. Village Chief Peng wants money, but I don't have enough people here." Yang Kang screened the people who were undergoing labor reform and found that many of them who were forced to become bandits still had consciences. Some of them were even quite talented, but they bought lotus roots at a very low price and were secretly happy.

Liang Ziweng also came over to join in. He thought he had made a lot of money in last night's transaction. The young prince was really generous. However, he didn't know that Yang Kang had already set his eyes on his precious medicinal snake, otherwise he would definitely fight him to the death.

"The young prince is full of energy and his steps are steady. I'm afraid he has achieved great accomplishments in the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra." The great seal master Lingzhi of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism was looking at Yang Kang's martial arts. He threw the spear more than 20 meters away and it stuck steadily into a wooden stake. The sound of the wind and the sound of it entering the wood made him judge that this thing must be heavy. He thought of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra" he had presented to King Zhao before, and couldn't help but say this.

"Fortunately, my arms have at least three to five hundred pounds of strength, so shooting a hundred times with a three-stone bow is no problem." Yang Kang proudly told his situation when he was fifteen years old, but he misled Master Lingzhi. However, he still praised him and called him a genius.

Seeing the crowd's lack of interest, he introduced this secret Dharma-protecting skill. It consisted of thirteen levels. The first level was extremely simple; even a simple person could master it in one or two years, provided they were taught. The second level was twice as difficult as the first, requiring three to four years. The third level was twice as difficult as the second, requiring seven to eight years. The level increased exponentially, becoming increasingly difficult as the levels progressed. Yang Kang had begun practicing at the age of twelve, and now, in just six years, he had already reached the fourth level, a true genius.

If he knew that Yang Kang's current "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra" was not the fourth level, but the sixth level, he would probably be even more shocked instead of the admiration he has now.

Ouyang Ke was a little tempted when he heard it was a magical skill, but after listening to the introduction of Master Lingzhi and Yang Kang talking about its efficacy and the effort and money he had put in, he gave up the idea. The young prince used medicinal food and medicinal baths all day long, but he had only just reached the fourth level in six years, and his progress would only get slower and slower. Whoever wanted to practice such kung fu could do so, but he didn't have the patience, and he would have to be in his seventies or eighties by the time he became a master.

If it were someone else, Ouyang Ke would definitely have criticized him, but the one who practiced this skill was the young prince of the Jin Kingdom. He was determined to lead troops to fight in the future, and the weapon he used was a heavy spear. He was also proficient in cavalry combat, which was not his forte. However, it didn't matter whether he was good at it or not. He had no intention of going to the battlefield, and being a guest official was good enough for him.

"You may have heard that, in addition to self-study, I also took Taoist Master Changchunzi of Quanzhen Sect as my teacher. It was with the help of Quanzhen Sect that I was able to gain a foothold in the Jiaodong Peninsula. My master will be visiting the palace soon. As members of the palace, you should not be rude, but you should not destroy your own prestige." After Yang Kang finished speaking, he bowed and said goodbye to everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, each with their own thoughts in mind, but the Three-Headed Mosquito Hou Tonghai's brain was a little insufficient, so he stared straight at his senior brother.

Peng Lianhu smiled slightly. This young prince and Quanzhen Sect were not of the same mind. After taking advantage of them, he was afraid that Quanzhen Sect would dominate Jiaodong and affect his own dominance, so he wanted to use the Prince Zhao's Mansion to suppress them and make them restrain themselves.

I am taking money from others to help them get rid of disasters, but it's because I like him, and he is generous and to my liking. I killed all the people I disliked before, and although it was a pleasure at the moment, it didn't bring much benefit. Now I sell them all, I can turn a blind eye to them and make some money at the same time, so why not do it?

Ouyang Ke's eyes lit up, and he waved the folding fan in his hand in the cold weather, with a faint curve appearing on the corner of his mouth. "Those stinky Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect, hehe, my uncle and Quanzhen Sect are at odds. If I use them to establish my authority, I can vent my uncle's anger, make a name for myself, and please the little prince. This is definitely the best opportunity."

Yang Kang was preparing a grand banquet to entertain Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi. At this time, Guo Jing was talking to a little beggar when a middle-aged Taoist priest stopped him and asked, "Guo Jing, why aren't you with your masters?"

"Who are you, Taoist priest? Why do you know my masters?" Guo Jing was shocked. He couldn't understand why someone recognized him when he came to Zhongdu for the first time. Moreover, this Taoist priest was very skilled in martial arts and took him down in just a few moves.

"I'm Wang Chuyi from the Quanzhen Sect. I've been looking for you on behalf of my senior brother Qiu Chuji. Since you look a bit like me in age and dress, I just asked you a question. Why didn't your masters come with you?" Guo Jing wasn't particularly easy to recognize. There were many nomadic people from outside the Great Wall in Zhongdu, but there were relatively few Han people who were young, dressed in Mongolian clothes, were rich, knew martial arts, and had a simple and honest look.

Guo Jing hurriedly greeted him, then briefly recounted his master-disciple encounters in Zhangjiakou, and thanked Ma Yu for teaching him his martial arts. Wang Chuyi then realized that Guo Jing's internal energy was also from the Quanzhen Sect, and nodded, saying, "Your foundation is quite solid, but compared to my nephew Yang Kang, it's far inferior. That fellow's Yang family spearmanship is so superb that even I, the Taoist priest, might not be able to defeat him."

"Is Brother Yang also in Zhongdu? Didn't that little Taoist priest Yin Zhiping say that Brother Yang is now in Jiaodong?" Guo Jing scratched his head, a little confused.

Wang Chuyi shook his head slightly and said, "There is one thing you must remember. Don't reveal his identity easily. Junior-disciple Yang Kang is of great importance. Today I will take you to a banquet. The host is my senior brother's disciple. You must not act rashly. There are many masters among the participants. You should observe and listen more and don't speak casually. Who is this?" Wang Chuyi cast his eyes on the little beggar beside him. Although the little beggar looked dirty, her eyes were bright and kind. It was obviously a woman.

"Brother Huang is a good friend I met on the road. His name is Huang Rong." Guo Jing was very straightforward. Just as he was about to say more, he was stopped by Huang Rong. This girl didn't want to have much contact with the Quanzhen Sect. After all, her father was still imprisoning their uncle Zhou Botong, so she found an excuse to leave.

"Brother Huang, where should I go to find you later?" Guo Jing had a good impression of this friend and didn't want her to leave.

"I'll go find you myself. Let me know where you're staying." Huang Rong seemed to have a favorable impression of Guo Jing. Wang Chuyi couldn't help but shake his head slightly and said, "Then you can go to the Jiaodong Palace to find us. Tell them that you are Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi of the Quanzhen Sect. They will naturally not stop you."

"Jiaodong Palace, I've got it." Huang Rong skipped away, but Wang Chuyi looked at her back thoughtfully. This girl's lightness skills seemed to be quite advanced, so she might not have a simple background. However, considering that the Jiaodong Palace was only granted not long ago, not many people knew about it, so it might not be easy for this girl to find it.

"Come with me and tell me about your experience in the desert." Wang Chuyi is not Qiu Chuji. His view of Yang Kang is more rational. Although Yang Kang is the young prince of the Jin Kingdom, he is definitely not a man who covets fame and fortune. He has a broad mind and great ambitions. So what is the situation in Mongolia that has always worried him?

Guo Jing responded, then recounted his experiences, which naturally included many details about the Mongol elite. When Wang Chu heard that Guo Jing was actually going to assassinate Wanyan Honglie, he was stunned. Could the Mongols be so wary of Zhao Wang Wanyan Honglie? Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang were also very wary of the Mongols, suggesting they were on the same level.

This Mongolia may really be very complicated!