Chapter Seven: The Woman in the Yellow Shirt

The woman in the yellow shirt's eyes lit up; she reached into the treasure pouch at her waist with her left hand and pulled out a stack of silver notes, throwing them directly at Tianlang: "I would like to ask you to do me a favor; this is the deposit."

As Tianlang spoke, he raised both hands, and suddenly, a surge of energy enveloped him. His hands resembled tiger claws, pushing and pulling as the silver notes that were still rolling on the ground flew up and into Tianlang's grasp.

The eyes of the Sirius remained dim and devoid of light. After a brief outburst of anger, he concealed all his presence once again, having opened up his meridians. Even second-rate masters with the ability to sense internal energy could no longer perceive his strength. Years of navigating the martial world had taught him a fundamental truth: true mastery lies in concealment and discretion.

Rationality triumphed over the impulsiveness of the woman in the yellow shirt, and her gaze fell upon the man sitting opposite her. This person's identity was unknown, and he exuded no discernible aura, yet he spoke with such calmness and composure. Moreover, he revealed his identity right away, leaving her completely unable to grasp his true nature, making it difficult for her to decide whether to engage in conflict or seek peace with him

The eyes of the wolf lingered on the face of the woman in the yellow dress for a long while, motionless, causing her to blush beneath her veil. She was extraordinarily beautiful, yet since her debut, no man had ever stared at her so intently.

When she first debuted, there were a few unscrupulous lechers who shamelessly indulged in her beauty in broad daylight, but they were not like Tianlang, who didn't even blink an eye. Moreover, those few men followed her with ill intentions, but they were all dealt with by her, leaving them with a single eye. From then on, she became known as the passionate rose, and no other man dared to set their sights on her again

However, the gaze of the Sirius fell upon the sword in the woman's right hand. The sword's hilt appeared ordinary, yet the wooden hilt, worn to a lack of luster, indicated how many had wielded this sword in the past. Even through the sharkskin scabbard, the divine weapon exuded a strong sword intent.

The horse stopped outside the inn, and the rider jumped down, walking to the front door. A voice, calm yet tinged with excitement, rang out, as pleasant as a silver bell: "May I ask if the great hero Tianlang is here?"

Tianlang observed the actions of the woman in the yellow shirt, his heart clear as snow, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes: "Heroine Yang, are you in such a hurry to leave upon your arrival? Do you not wish to take the two hundred thousand taels in silver notes?"

Tianlang did not extend his hand at all; with a slight exertion of energy, a wall-like force instantly enveloped a radius of one and a half feet around him. A pile of silver notes, propelled by internal energy, collided with this force wall, producing a loud "bang" as they scattered in the air and fell down. In that fleeting moment, the inscription of "ten thousand taels" from the Baoqing Bank was clearly reflected in Tianlang's eyes.

In that instant, the woman in the yellow shirt realized that the person opposite her possessed unfathomable martial arts skills, clearly surpassing her own. The silver note he pushed over flew through the air neatly without any paper binding, evidently infused with internal energy. If she were to hastily reach out to catch it, she feared she would fall into his trap

Tianlang suddenly felt a sense of curiosity; a master of such caliber would actually take the initiative to come to this remote desert inn. The fat man and his companions had summoned her with a letter, while the masked woman had followed him all the way here. But what about this formidable woman?

The woman in the yellow shirt and the book suddenly felt a pang of heartache, for those were the savings accumulated by her father over more than twenty years of service. He had even taken out his coffin money for her sake this time. Watching the banknotes scattered on the ground, being tossed about by the wild wind outside, she unconsciously stepped forward, wanting to pick up those banknotes.

A flicker of doubt passed through the eyes of the woman in the yellow dress; this was two hundred thousand taels of silver, equivalent to the tax revenue of an entire province for the court. It is important to note that the total tax revenue for the Ming Dynasty is only about forty million taels per year. Even a second-rank official, with both salary and embezzlement, might not be able to amass such an amount in a year.

The divine light in the eyes of the celestial wolf was restrained, complementing his lifeless tone: "Who are you again?"

The woman in the yellow shirt cleared her throat, cupped her fist towards Tianlang, and said with poise: "Are you the legendary Tianlang, known for helping people resolve their troubles?"

However, this woman's mind is somewhat disordered, and the aura that should be pure and profound is slightly scattered. This is not a mistake that a master of her level should make

The woman in the yellow shirt could not suppress a gasp: "The Dragon Capture Technique?! You actually know this long-lost secret skill?"

The Celestial Wolf finally opened his mouth, speaking very slowly, but articulating each word clearly: "Heroine Yang, how did you know that I am the Celestial Wolf? Is 'Celestial Wolf' written on my face?"

The woman also scrutinized Sirius carefully. In this inn located in the desert, a robust man sat on the stairs, his exposed brows and eyes flickering in the light as the door swayed. The imposing aura surrounding him instantly made her feel an immense pressure.

The door creaked open with a "squeak," and a woman dressed entirely in yellow, her face veiled, entered. She was of medium height, her skin as pale as fat, and a green peacock feather was inserted into her hair. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the figure of the wolf sitting on the stairs.

Tianlang smiled faintly, bringing the stack of banknotes together in his hands, thickening it slightly, and nodded: "Twenty pieces, not one less, returned to the heroine Yang!" As he spoke, the stack of banknotes floated back towards the woman in the yellow shirt.

As the woman in the yellow shirt was engaged in an intense inner struggle, the calm words of Tianlang once again pierced her ears: "Heroine Yang, you have traveled a great distance to find Tianlang, what is it that you seek?"

The woman in the yellow shirt suppressed the anger in her heart and said coldly: "Hero of the Heavenly Wolf, I wonder if there is something wrong with my face that warrants your gaze? Also, you have yet to answer my question from earlier."

The woman in the yellow shirt asked in a deep voice: "Hero of the Heavenly Wolf, what do you mean by this? Do you find the amount of money I offered too little?"

The woman in the yellow shirt was slightly taken aback, her earlier anger instantly transformed into vigilance. Her right hand unconsciously pressed against the hilt of her sword. Before entering the hall, she had scanned the surrounding environment; if necessary, she would use the divine weapon in her hand to cut through a wall of swords and then look for an opportunity to exit through the door. As long as there was dust to assist her, at least making an exit would not be a problem.

Tianlang did not speak; through the two cracks in the door, he faintly saw a yellow figure. He had basically guessed the situation in his heart and knew who the visitor was.

The woman in the yellow shirt let out a delicate shout, and true energy instantly surged from her dantian, circulating throughout her entire body in the small and large circulatory pathways. Even her clothes began to flutter without any wind. She stamped her left foot heavily on the ground, employing the technique of unburdening, while her left hand extended and traced a half-circle, slowly pushing forward, preparing to gently deflect the incoming silver notes.