Chapter 3: Joseph Lyson's Romantic Windfall

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In his dream, he arrived at a hidden paradise. There, he met a breathtaking beauty named Gwen Vynall. Gwen told him she was the guardian of the Lyson family's Heavenly Emperor's Legacy, waiting for a Lyson descendant to unseal it. The seal had opened, but the Peerless Manual was hidden within her body. Only by cultivating with her could he receive the Peerless Martial Technique. Joseph Lyson thought of nothing but obtaining the art. For the Lyson family's peerless inheritance, he began cultivating with Gwen… Legacies and techniques poured into his mind, one after another. At the same time, he felt his blood surging fast through his veins, his whole body humming with an indescribable comfort… "Help! Don't-no!" When he woke again, a cry for help came from beside him. Joseph sat up. A burly man was pinning Della Sowden and had started unbuckling his pants. That set him off. Heat rushed through his blood; strength detonated through his limbs. He stood, seized the man by the throat, and hoisted him clean off the ground. With his other hand, he clenched his fist and drove it into the man's gut. The man slammed onto the floor with a loud bang and lay there, unconscious, no movement at all. Only then did Della come back to herself. She snatched up her clothes from the floor and pulled them on in a hurry. Standing, she stared at the simple-minded Joseph, stunned. "Joseph, how did you get so strong?" "Della, whoever bullies you, I'll beat them to death." "Mm. But there are several thugs outside." "I'll handle them. Anyone who dares bully Della-I won't let a single one off." "Okay. Be careful." Outside, the thugs guarding the door had heard the commotion. One sounded worried. "You all heard that, right?" "Why's there so much noise in the room?" "Did Alaric get into trouble?" Another grew uneasy. "Should we go in and check?" "Fine. We'll all go in together. Hope Alaric's okay." They headed for the room. Bernard, the strongest of the bunch, led the way. As he reached the doorway, Joseph snatched him up and, after two heavy punches, dropped him to the floor. Bernard didn't stir. The rest froze, legs shaking too hard to move. Joseph didn't spare them. One punch each, and they were all down. Only after the thugs were dealt with did Della, still shaken, come over. She counted the bodies on the floor-six in total. None of them moved. "Joseph," she asked, worried, "did you kill them? They're not moving at all." Joseph smiled. "Della, they shouldn't be in mortal danger. But we need to dump them outside the village. If the villagers see this at daybreak, it'll be trouble." Della nodded. "Okay. We'll use the handcart and push them out of the village." Joseph told Della to stay home, then hauled the handcart, loaded it with the six thugs, and dragged them out of the village, dumping them on the main road to town. By the time he returned, it was already two in the morning. Della had been waiting in the yard. Seeing him, she hurried over. After a few quick words, they went inside. "Joseph, you look awful. Are you feeling unwell?" Della switched on the light and saw his face drained of color. Worry crept in. "Della, I'm fine. Just… a little tired. I want to sleep for a bit." "Okay, okay. Sleep on my bed." "Mm." Joseph's head swam. His steps went wobbly. He entered Della's room and collapsed onto the bed, fast asleep. Della sat on the edge, watching him sleep, thoughts spinning. Why had Joseph, who'd been knocked out earlier, woken up so powerful? He'd lifted a thug well over two hundred pounds with one hand and dropped him with a single punch. That was practically superhuman. He'd taken care of the other burly thugs in a few moves as well. How had he done it? He was asleep now. She would have to wait till morning to ask. It was late. Exhaustion weighed on her. She lay down beside Joseph and drifted off. At eight in the morning, Joseph woke and found himself in Della's bed. His shirt and pants were gone. He was naked beneath the sheet. How could that be? He was no longer dull-witted. His head felt hazy at first, then gradually cleared. He remembered last night-Della drunk, the two of them face-to-face, her cheeks flushed crimson… Later, he had skin-to-skin contact with a woman named Gwen Vynall and received the Lyson family's Heavenly Emperor's Legacy. Right-those thugs he'd dumped on the road. How were they? While he was thinking, Della walked in. "Joseph, you're awake?" She came over and sat at the bedside. "Mm. Della, where are my clothes and pants?" Seeing his baffled look, Della laughed. "Joseph, I got up early and washed your clothes and pants." "Then… what am I supposed to wear?" "Just lie here. When they're dry, I'll fold them and bring them to you." "Della, I still have to go out to catch fish. In a couple of days, Reina Sowden is coming, and you don't have anything good at home to treat her." Reina Sowden, Della's sister, really was due to arrive in a couple of days. Her family was dirt poor. The thought made Della feel stifled. But what she most wanted to know was how Joseph had flattened a thug with one punch last night. That was the real matter. "Catching fish can wait. I need to ask you something." "Della, ask me anything." "Last night, after you woke up, how did you get that kind of strength? You grabbed a two-hundred-plus-pound thug with one hand, then dropped that scumbag with a single punch. What on earth happened?" Joseph couldn't tell her the truth. He couldn't let anyone know he wasn't foolish anymore. He had just remembered his brother Quentin Lyson being murdered in the mines. He still didn't have the strength he needed, so he had to keep playing dumb. He clutched his head with both hands, face twisting as if in pain. "Della, I… I can't remember. Last night I drank and helped Della into the room, and the rest… I can't remember." "You really can't remember?" "I really… really can't. Ah-ah-my head hurts!" "Joseph, if you can't remember, don't force it." "Then where are my clothes and pants? I want to put them on." Della huffed. "Stay under the covers. I'll bring you breakfast. After you eat, the pants will be dry." She walked out of the room. In her heart, she thought, You little brat, you saw everything last night. So what if I took off your pants?

Chapter 3: Joseph Lyson's Romantic Windfall

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