[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha":3,"chapter-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-54":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Global High Martial Arts, Starting Off with a Sharingan",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2318782,4534,"Chapter 54: Yang Wei","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-54",54,"\u003Cp>Temporary Branch of the Evil God Cult\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a dark stone chamber, a low voice spoke: “How did things go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Qi knelt on one knee, head bowed deeply, his voice calm as still water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yang Zhibiao has been eliminated as planned; the Second, Third, and Fourth Seats died in battle. The Night Watchers Jiang Xia and Wang Teng escaped for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He concealed all details of his own control and covert assistance, revealing only part of the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Robe Guardian fell silent for a moment, then slowly turned. Beneath his hood, only a pair of eyes glowing with a faint light remained visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Shen is currently breaking through to the Sacred Realm; any unexpected event now could disrupt the plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since those two brats are beyond our reach for now, ignore them. From this moment, Xue Lian is promoted to Second Seat of Linjiang; Itachi become Third Seat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, his tone icy, “Keep watching them. For now, just hire bounty hunters to give the Night Watchers some trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, what about the Yang family…?” Xue Qi ventured to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Robe Guardian snorted coldly, “Find a way to seize the Yang family’s Peng Spirit Core. During this time, elevate Yang Wei—get him to help us find it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Qi responded, rose, and withdrew from the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The candlelight inside flickered through the gap as the stone door closed, stretching the Red Robe Guardian’s shadow long across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows stirred in the darkness; a slender figure stepped out, following the lingering aura left by Xue Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Lian pinched a crimson paper flower between her fingertips; its petal edges were dusted with the same gray limestone as the chamber’s floor, clearly having hidden there for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not kneel as Xue Qi had, only gave a slight nod. “The Guardian is generous—Xue Qi eliminated Yang Zhibiao, and Itachi’ve given me the Second Seat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was soft, yet the ending carried a needle’s chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the other three were all Mid- and Late-Stage Wu Zong. That one who survived is only Early-Stage—something’s off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint light beneath the Red Robe Guardian’s hood sharpened; his bony fingers tapped lightly against the bronze bell at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s indeed something suspicious, but no need to expose it. A pawn with divided loyalty is more useful than one who obeys blindly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Xue Lian. “Itachi’ve just been promoted to Second Seat. Besides helping Yang Wei ascend, find out where Yang Zhibiao hid the Peng Spirit Core!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Lian’s fingers tightened around the paper flower; dark red powder seeped from its creases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly regained her composure, a faint smile curling at her lips: “Don’t worry—I’ll handle Yang Wei. After all, only when this puppet holds power can we retrieve the Peng Spirit Core faster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she turned and walked into the depths of the chamber, her crimson skirt sweeping the floor, silently erasing Xue Qi’s footprints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Night Watchers’ branch, Jiang Xia and Su Changfeng sat facing each other. After listening to Jiang Xia’s report, Su Changfeng fell silent for a long while before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to your account, the Yang family’s ties to the Evil God Cult are more complicated than we thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia nodded. “Yes. Shen Wenru is now in seclusion, breaking through to the Sacred Realm. They intend to use Yang Wei to locate the Peng Spirit Core—but it’s likely hidden by Yang Zhibiao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Changfeng lifted his teacup, his gaze grave. “We must provoke internal chaos in the Yang family before the Evil God Cult gains control of Yang Wei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And the Peng Spirit Core—these Red Robe Guardians plan to use it to break through to the Venerable Realm. We cannot let them succeed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Changfeng set down the teacup; its base struck the wooden table with a dull thud. “Spread the word: kill any Evil God Cult member on sight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Itachi and Wang Teng know Yang Wei well—stir up conflict between him and the collateral branches. Don’t let the Evil God Cult exploit the opening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those collateral branches have never accepted a child as leader. A few carefully placed rumors will set the Yang family ablaze.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia pondered, then nodded. “We’ll handle the Yang family’s affairs—but I fear Yang Wei isn’t as simple as we thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn, behind Yang Wei’s private villa, he wore a loose white robe, hair disheveled, eyes rimmed with deliberately rubbed red veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t slept at all last night; the token Xue Lian delivered still warmed beneath his pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pounding on the door—“Bang, bang, bang”—mixed with the secretary’s weeping voice reached him. Yang Wei’s fingers paused; he slowly shuffled to the door in slippers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the door cracked open, the secretary stumbled in, clutching a crumpled financial newspaper. The front page bore a black-and-white portrait of Yang Zhibiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The headline, in bold black type, read: “Yang Group Chairman Yang Zhibiao Attacked Last Night, Died Inevitably.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master! Please look!” The secretary’s voice trembled like a sieve, his face as pale as paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The newspaper released the news this morning—the company is already in complete chaos!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Wei’s pupils contracted, as if unable to absorb the sudden news; he staggered back half a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snatched the newspaper, his fingers whitening from pressure, lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, tears finally spilled onto the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could this…?” His voice cracked, thick with the fragility of youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father sent me a message last night—he told me to hold the board steady, that he’d be back soon…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand to cover his face, shoulders shaking with sobs, appearing utterly heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Old Zhang steadied himself, stepped forward, and patted his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, don’t grieve too much. Right now, the most important thing is to stabilize the Yang family. Shouldn’t Itachi notify your uncles and collateral branches? Hold a meeting at the ancestral home at noon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Wei forced a nod, his voice thick with tears yet resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Zhang, go and arrange it now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether they live at the ancestral home or manage branch offices, none may be absent. At twelve noon, gather in the Yang family ancestral hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I’ll go at once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secretary hurried to leave, but Yang Wei called him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Wei wiped his face, then lifted his head—his eyes no longer held vulnerability, only a forced composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell them: my father is gone. The Yang family cannot fall apart. Today, we must settle everything clearly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron door clicked shut. Yang Wei leaned against it, his previously reddened eyes instantly chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped away his tears, fingers tracing the carved patterns on the doorframe, a cold smile slowly forming on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That smile held no sorrow—only long-suppressed triumph and calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old bastard, all these years of pretending to be obedient finally paid off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled the bloodstained token from his robe; the blood lotus pattern on it glowed unnaturally red in the morning light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good thing the old man never revealed where he hid the Peng Spirit Core. Now, it’s time to deal with those haughty uncles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old bastard, hid the Peng Spirit Core for half a lifetime, played the patriarch for a whole life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed the blood lotus on the token with his thumb, pressing hard until his knuckles turned white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, with the coffin lid shut, he’s left me this mess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, morning mist still clung to the air. Yang Wei walked to the window, pushed it open a crack—cold air seeped in, yet his eyes burned unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled Xue Lian’s haughty voice last night: “Young Master Yang, follow us—the Yang family will one day be yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also recalled Jiang Xia and Wang Teng’s hesitant expressions the last time they met him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone seemed to think he was a soft, pliable bone, a puppet easily pulled by strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone thinks they can control me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Wei sneered at the tree shadows in the mist, brought the token to his lips, and lightly licked the cold blood lotus petal with his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The old man’s dead. The Evil God Cult wants to use me as a key to find the Spirit Core. Jiang Xia and Wang Teng probably want to incite chaos in the Yang family…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Interesting.” He murmured to the empty courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t disappoint me. This chessboard—it’s my turn to make the next move.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1411,"2026-06-20T15:06:04.061Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5f4d73b3557984cd5d3ec1782e094c5e4370e95030cf79db284ee1de69a9ab5c","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-55","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-53",162,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fglobal-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-cover.jpg"]