Jiang Chen's gaze swept over the garden's entrance—once a neatly kept grove, now lined with discarded crates and bootprints. He folded his arms.
"This medicine garden belongs to my family. Explain your trespass."
The bald guard laughed, hefting a crude iron rod.
"Who are you to challenge the Blood Fiend Gang? Clear out—or die!"
Jiang Chen's eyes flicked to a simple fallen leaf drifting at his feet—nothing more than litter from a nearby oak. With a graceful pinch, he caught it between thumb and forefinger.
In a heartbeat the leaf stiffened into a razor‑thin blade of green light, slicing through the guard's throat in a single arc. Blood spurted as the man collapsed.
The second guard staggered back, horror etched on his face.
"Tell your boss… or you'll share his fate.""Y‑yes, sir!" he gasped, and fled inside.
Moments later, the scar‑faced Blood Fiend strode out with a dozen brutes.
"Who dares disturb my territory?" he roared.
Jiang Chen inclined his head.
"You, Blood Fiend? I've come to reclaim what's mine."
The leader snarled, hand on his dagger.
"You? A lone boy—there's no one to back you now. Even Jiang Wuya can't stop me!""Obey, or I'll raze every herb in Cangshan City—and the Jiang clan with it!"
Jiang Chen's reply was a calm, mocking smile.
"You vastly overestimate yourself. My father may be away, but I stand in his stead.Return my garden… or face death."
The Blood Fiend's laughter died uneasy.
"Five minutes," Jiang Chen said, voice cool steel."Evacuate every one of your men—now."
A tense hush fell. The gang glanced at their leader, shaken by the boy's deadly calm.
Five minutes. Or the Jiang family heir would start killing.
And today, no one would doubt who truly held power over Xuancang Mountain