Yang Xuanhong climbed the podium and approached his Father.
Truly the tallest tree attracts the greatest wind.
Amidst the numerous gazes, the most scrutinizing were those of the podium.
His family.
The elders and others their thoughts undiscernable, but his heart subconsciously was focused more on his direct family.
Caring about how they felt, Yang Xuanhong just didn't want there to be any negative feelings.
The Lady, he avoided looking her in the eye, and the main Young Master, lest it sent a wrong message.
Although his heart was clear, not holding any wrong thinking.
The elder miss stoic , her gaze disregarding, as if Yang Xuanhong was invisible, little pingping's warm, calming Xuanhong a bit.
It didn't take long for him to reach Yang Weipin, standing up Yang Weipin held him hand by the wrist.
It was obvious what he was doing checking his pulse, discern his inner strength.
If it was up to him Xuanhong would have wanted to not dazzle such in the Jin moutain battle.
But he was very conspicuous, coupled with his Yang Young master status, things came to him.
He had no choice.
Normal tribe warriors swarmed him, the vice chiefs had ambushed him, mostly like wanting to capture him for ransom.
Yang Weipin stood up and looked at this son of his, light sun kissed skin, black deep eyes, with a black long curly long locks.
He wasn't of the usual mainland appearance and aesthetics and he was tall, looking very physically imposing, nevertheless he was pleasing to look at.
Yang Weipin discovered that truly Yang Xuanhong's strength had not broken through the seventh meridian limit, still a sixth realm martial artist.
Yet his blood qi was very vigorous, extremely vigorous, congealing like mecury.
His solar inner strength robust and surplus, flowing through his opened limits in unrestrained miraculous momentum.
By placing his hand on his wrists he could also feel his Xuanhong's physique.
Robust akin a dragon.
All these coupled it was normal he could display such battle feats.
Yang Weipin sighed in his heart.
It had always been like this, Xuanhong had always been like this, majestic, but the kid of those years had seemingly grown in this majesty.
Releasing his hand, Yang Weipin nodded his head to Xuanhong and he left back to his seat.
Yang Weipin holding his wine cup raised it to the crowd and the feast began.
Seating crosslegged on his futon, Xuanhong ate of the food on his table, from the dishes it was obvious that a lot of thought had be put into it for him.
Yang Xuanhong wasn't demanding or concerned about other things but he took his meals seriously.
Food wasn't somehow too actually much, although his status was a bit peculiar, it wasn't an issue for the Yang clan to provide their Young master his craved food in both quantity and quality.
And he ate strangely too, the dishes in front of him and been prepared according to his preference and taste.
It wasn't that he was picky or anything, but he was, he was intimately in tune of his body and knew what he, he!, needed, and wanted at that particular point in time.
After every battle Yang Xuanhong ate dishes of meat, of as many kinds, tendered in different spices, vegetables and strong wine.
Not taking any grain food, it was just the way he was.
He was generally simple in most other aspects.
The soldiers of the fourth battalion dined too.
Seeing his comrades who were usually rash and brash composing themselves and eating with etiquette Yang Xuanhong chuckled.
It wasn't every time the soldiers had to meet their lord and even dine with him and his family, it was an honor.
Yang Xuanhong wasn't looking down at their behaviours he just found it was interesting comparing the wild crude behavior of the soldiers in the military camps to this.
Yang Xuanhong raised the wine jar and poured in the cup full, chugging it fully.
Usually in feasts and by ettiquete speaking this raw way of drinking wasn't becoming of a noble, especially of a Young master of the great Yang clan.
Bright as the overhead golden sun spanning three perfectures, the esteemed Yang clan of the Yang state.
But those familiar were used to this his behaviour, seeing that his wine jar was empty , a maid closeby not leaving his side, intently around to serve him approached and replaced the jar.
Even the dishes in front of him were already emptied and the maid replaced it there after.
Yang Xuanhong smiled at the maid in gratitude and continued.
After a rigorious war and marching from the distant Jin mountain to the Yang manor, the fourth battalion taking just few stops Yang Xuanhong was more hungry and famished than tired.
In his belly the strong wine turned to a fluid of boiling mist churning his stomach and the food within,raising his metabolism, the food being rapidly digested and assimilated by Yang Xuanhong.
From about the second hour of the second half of the day to the sixth the feast still lasted, at this point those on the elevated platform and left leaving only the main Young master the young ladies, and few other the younger generation of the main Yang family, even the fourth battalion commander Yang Ding and the leutenants had left.
But with the clan head and lady together with the top brass of the clan and the fourth battalion gone, the soldiers relaxed a bit.
Although still maintaining a bit of decorum after all the main Young master and ladies were still around.
The round of dishes Yang Xuanhong had eaten, with the maid at his side replacing them for him, had exceeded a few.
At this point the maid rather than standing was now seating beside Yang Xuanhong, serving him more closely.
The maid blushed as she poured wine the umptennth time for the Young master filling it to the brim.
Yang Xuanhong took the cup and drank the wine, his eyes blood red akin a berserk beast's.
Xuanhong could feel that his blood qi was overly excited at this point, it's arousal getting extremely difficult to subdue, his breadths becoming very deep and dangerously powerful, spewing mists from his nostrils but he continued and kept eating and drinking.
Xuanhong could hear increasing discussions among the fourth battalion, The darkening day brought more cover for the soldiers to relax better .
" Elder brother ".
Yang Xuanhong heard a voice call him from the podium.
Yang Xuanhong smiled in response, standing on his feet, and bowing lightly, " main Young master ".
This was his younger brother Yang Ming.
At this point the surrounding discussions somewhat cooled down.
Peculiar gazes watching how their discussion could possibly turn out .
Yang Ming, a dashing slender young man with pale fair skin and bright black eyes, delicate and beautiful.
Yang Ming also smiled in response, " Elder brother why the enstrangeness ".
" Elder brother only has eyes for the beautiful maid by his side and doesn't even look at his siblings ".
At this the elder Young miss who had always remained stoic snorted in displeasure.
Yang Xuanhong smiled wryly, he couldn't really discern why Yang lanruo was always cold to him
In this instance, what was it he did wrong, and since the other party didn't see too well of him he avoided contact with her.
But it seemed either way he would always displease her.
He had actually just told the maid to sit because she had been standing for long serving him.
As for the maid closeness to him, Yang Xuanhong saw it as just an harmless act of staying closer to serve him better, nothing more.
" Elder brother let me toast to you , your valor resounds within the Yang state and beyond, this younger brother ".
Yang Ming stood up as he raised a toast to Yang Xuanhong, Yang Xuanhong returned the gesture and he drank the wine before sitting back.
Yang Ming also drank the wine and sat and looked at his side to his sisters, his elder sister and younger.
As usual his elder sister had a face of coldness, Yang Ming didn't know why his sister found Yang Xuanhong displeasing, but the young pingping had a fervent excited look on her face, seemingly wanting to approach Xuanhong but refrained from doing so from certain doing so due to certain reasons.
Of his two sisters Yang Pingping sat closer to Yang Ming within armlength, strestching his hand he rubbed the head of the young cutie.
" You seem like you really want to go to elder brother, what's holding you back ? "
The young lady froze in shock as if she had been caught doing something not right.
Yang Ming chuckled and he said to Yang Pingpimg.
" You can go "
The young lady's face blossomed like a flower excited.
Raising her cupped little fist she cheered in excitement.
" I knew brother was the best ! "
Yang Ming smiled, seeing the young lady skipped to Xuanhong he sighed within.
Everyone's apprehension to Yang Xuanhong was because of him, because he had been born.