Zhou Yan's father was the Governor, a man of immense power.
Even the Qin family was utterly insignificant before the Governor.
This scene, witnessed by Zhou Yan, filled him with glee, and he immediately laughed heartily, "Qin Yang, let's see how arrogant you can still be."
Zhou Yan's face was full of schadenfreude.
In his eyes, Qin Yang was asking for a beating, thinking he was the son of a Prince just because he wore a brocade robe? Truly a frog in a well.
"Oh, so you're that mad dog." Qin Yang glanced at Zhou Yan indifferently, sneering, "You also have the surname Qin, are you related to your father? Could you be an illegitimate child?"
"You..."
Zhou Yan's face turned red with shame and fury, wishing he could kill Qin Yang on the spot, flay him, and dismember him to vent his hatred.
"You are courting death!"
In the next moment, Zhou Yan roared, his spiritual energy surging, and he lunged at Qin Yang.
Qin Yang's expression was calm. He shifted his steps, sidestepped the attack, and then raised his leg for a powerful kick.
"Bang!"
A dull thud was heard. Zhou Yan's chest caved in, and he flew backward, falling to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of dark blood.
"Pfft..."
Zhou Yan coughed, his face as pale as paper, clearly severely injured.
"Useless. As expected, you're useless!"
Zhou Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritting his teeth.
"Hmph, I'm telling you, you just wait. I won't let this matter go."
After uttering a few harsh words, Zhou Yan struggled to stand up, clutching his chest, glared at Qin Yang with venom, and quickly fled.
The crowd watching dispersed.
Qin Yang, however, remained standing in place, his eyes narrowed.
A moment later, Qin Yang suddenly shook his head, "Alas, what a pity..."
Just now, although he hadn't used any martial skills, relying solely on his physical strength, he had defeated Zhou Yan.
However, Zhou Yan was still a sixth-level Innate Realm martial artist, his physique comparable to a sixth-rank Martial Disciple.
If he had used a martial skill, he might have been even more effective.
Moreover, this was the county city, and it was not advisable to linger, so he ultimately did not deliver a killing blow.
"However... if you want to kill me, you're probably not qualified."
Qin Yang murmured to himself.
In Qin Yang's memory, Zhou Yan was a person with a violent and capricious personality, hot-tempered, and easily blinded by hatred.
If he continued to stay here, it would inevitably lead to bigger problems, possibly even to someone's death.
With this in mind, Qin Yang decided to remind Zhou Yan.
After all, in his memory, Zhou Yan was also one of his friends, and he didn't want to see anything happen to him.
Just as he was about to speak, a sudden roar came from afar.
Qin Yang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a carriage speeding over, accompanied by a prison cart.
Inside the prison cart were several men and women in green, all wearing mourning attire, kneeling on the ground and weeping piteously.
The old servant driving the carriage, with a ferocious smile, urged the prison cart to rush forward.
When he saw Zhou Yan lying on the ground, looking disheveled, he immediately roared, "Rebel! How dare you harm the Prince!"
Then the old servant quickly drove the prison cart to a halt beside Zhou Yan.
"Qin Yang! You useless wretch, why aren't you saving the Prince quickly? If you delay the Prince's treatment, I'll kill your entire family!" Qin Lin shouted sternly, while also urging, "Quick, quick, take me in for treatment."
"Hold on!" Qin Yang stopped Qin Lin and pointed at the prison cart, asking, "What's going on here?"
"It's all because of this useless wretch!"
Qin Lin was furious, "He dared to offend the Prince, and when I discovered it, he came to cause trouble. If not for the Prince's benevolence, do you think I would have let him off lightly?"
Hearing Qin Lin's words, Zhou Yan immediately became agitated. He got up painfully, pointed at Qin Lin, and cursed, "Qin Lin! What nonsense are you spouting! When did I offend Zhou Yan?"
Qin Lin sneered, "Are you still trying to deny it?"
"I..." Zhou Yan was choked with anger.
"What about me? Am I wronging you?"
Zhou Yan was stunned, and then he suddenly remembered something.
In his haste, he had forgotten to conceal his identity.
"You're not my elder brother's son, so why do you have the surname Qin?" Zhou Yan questioned.
"Who said I don't have the surname Qin?" Qin Lin said with a cold laugh, "This Qin mansion has the surname Qin, and I also have the surname Qin. I am the son of your second uncle, Qin Yang. Do you think you should call me Uncle?"
"So you're my cousin..." Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then his anger erupted, "You scoundrel, how dare you deceive me! I'll kill you!"
Zhou Yan was so angry his lungs were about to explode. He drew his sword on the spot and slashed at Qin Yang. He no longer cared about etiquette. Today, he had to kill Qin Yang!
He was a dignified prince of the imperial family of the郡国 (Jùn Guó - County State), and he had been injured here, which was a complete disgrace.
"Stop!"
Seeing that Zhou Yan was actually about to attack, Qin Yang's eyes suddenly turned cold. He clenched his hand, grabbed Zhou Yan's sword-wielding wrist, and then pushed him back. Zhou Yan staggered backward, his arm vibrated violently, his tiger's mouth split open, his long sword flew out of his hand, and fell to the ground.
Qin Yang strode forward, squatted beside Zhou Yan, took out a pill, and threw it to him, "This is a healing pill, take it!"
"I don't need it..."
Zhou Yan gritted his teeth, preparing to refuse.
But in an instant, he felt the pain all over his body gradually disappear. Even his internal injuries had recovered more than half. This astonished him greatly, "What kind of pill did you give me?"
"A healing pill!"
"This... How is this possible? I've never seen a healing pill!"
"That's because the pills I refine cannot be bought by others, which is why you haven't seen them. Take it quickly and get lost!"
Qin Yang's words almost made Zhou Yan spit blood. Damn it...
Do you take me for a fool!
If such a pill could be bought, I'd be blind!
But since Qin Yang was willing to bestow it upon him, why should he refuse?
"Thank..."
Zhou Yan's face was full of fawning. Just as he was about to thank him, Qin Yang's expression suddenly sank, "Stop talking nonsense with me, get out quickly, or don't blame me for turning hostile!"
Qin Lin and the surrounding guards looked at Qin Yang as if he were an idiot.
"Qin Yang, do you know what you're doing? How dare you treat the Third Prince like this? You're finished!" Qin Lin threatened fiercely, "If you're sensible, let go of our Third Prince, and I promise to forgive your crimes."
Zhou Yan looked at Qin Yang with a mocking expression, "Qin Yang, aren't you going to let go? Are you trying to rebel!"
Qin Yang ignored him and directly turned his head, coldly snorting at Qin Lin, "Qin Lin, who do you think you are to be called a Third Prince? I don't see it. If you say one more word, I'll rip your dog mouth apart!"
"You! You..." Qin Lin was startled and began to panic.
Has this Qin Yang gone mad?
How dare he treat him like this!
"Do you know what you're doing? I am a Prince personally enfeoffed by His Majesty. How dare you disobey me! Believe it or not, my father will send troops to exterminate your entire Qin family tomorrow!" Zhou Yan secretly rejoiced, putting on a show of anger.