Chapter 15: Beating Chen Ming

Holding his dorm card, Yang Lingchen found his room. It was a tiny space, only ten square meters, with little more than a bed. "Bang!" Just then, Yang Lingchen's door was violently kicked open. Following the sound, a burly, fierce-looking youth strode in, swinging a spiked club, his steps overtly arrogant. Behind him trailed a dozen or so followers, all cultivating at roughly the third or fourth level of the Profound Illumination Realm. "Kid, hand over your new disciple gift package! From now on, I'll be your protector in this area." The burly youth's tone was incredibly arrogant, showing no regard for Yang Lingchen whatsoever. "Get out." A cold glint flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes, and a chilling aura of killing intent emanated from him. When out and about, he wouldn't actively seek trouble, but if someone provoked him, he wouldn't hold back. "Kid, you're quite arrogant. It seems if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who you're dealing with." The burly youth swung his spiked club directly at Yang Lingchen. "You're asking for it!" A cold light flickered in Yang Lingchen's eyes. His figure shot forward instantly, and he kicked the burly youth squarely in the chest. "Thud...!" "Ah... ah... ah...!" The burly youth was sent flying backward by Yang Lingchen's kick, crashing heavily to the ground. "Thump... thump... thump...!" "You bastard, I'll beat you senseless!" Yang Lingchen didn't stop. He quickly rushed over, snatched the spiked club from the youth's hand, and began swinging it wildly. "Ah... ah! Kill him for me!" The burly youth screamed repeatedly. At this point, his followers finally reacted, charging at Yang Lingchen one by one. A fierce glint flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. He swung the spiked club and charged into the crowd, unleashing a furious assault. "Thump... thump... thump...!" "Ah... ah... ah...!" In less than a moment, all dozen or so followers were knocked to the ground by Yang Lingchen. "Holy cow, is that guy even human? A new disciple just took down a bunch of older disciples." "I know him, I took the assessment with him." By now, many outer disciples had gathered outside Yang Lingchen's dorm, watching the spectacle with shocked expressions. "Hand over all your spirit stones, or I'll break your legs!" Yang Lingchen's eyes were sharp, his tone laced with ferocity. "Kid, don't go too far. Do you know who protects our Fierce Tiger Society?" Though knocked down, the burly youth still tried to threaten Yang Lingchen. "Thump... thump... thump...!" "Still trying to act tough." Yang Lingchen swung the spiked club again, giving the burly youth another furious beating until his face was swollen like a pig's head. "Stop, I'll give... I'll give it to you, alright?" The burly youth looked terrified. At this moment, he was truly scared. He quickly pulled out a few spirit stones from his storage pouch. "Give it here, you think a few spirit stones will get rid of me?" Yang Lingchen snatched the storage pouch. "And you all, hand over your storage pouches, or I'll break your legs!" Yang Lingchen swung the spiked club, his tone incredibly arrogant, as if he might explode at any moment. Under his forceful demeanor, the dozen or so followers quickly handed over their storage pouches one by one. Yang Lingchen collected all the spirit stones inside, then returned the pouches to them. The outer disciples watching were utterly bewildered by this new disciple. This new disciple was too wild! "You little bastard, you just wait." The burly youth left a harsh threat, then scrambled away. At Tianyuan Palace, as long as there were no fatalities, the higher-ups generally wouldn't interfere with conflicts between disciples. It was a process of natural selection, survival of the fittest. The outer sect was a small world, and only the most outstanding disciples could survive. Back in his dorm, Yang Lingchen counted the spirit stones he had just acquired. There were over two hundred of them. "These are the legendary spirit stones?" Although Yang Lingchen had inherited Ling Juechen's memories, this was his first time seeing actual spirit stones. Feeling the spiritual energy contained within the stones, Yang Lingchen was excited and couldn't wait to refine them. He sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and took out all the spirit stones. He activated the Haotian Art, continuously refining the spirit stones in his hand, then using profound energy to cleanse his meridians. Several hours passed in a flash. At this point, Yang Lingchen had reached a critical moment in his breakthrough. He gritted his teeth, and a continuous stream of spiritual energy was drawn into his body. As the spirit stones were refined and absorbed one by one, Yang Lingchen soon touched the threshold of the second level of the Profound Illumination Realm. "Boom... boom... boom." "Profound Illumination Realm, second level." Finally, he had broken through to the second level of the Profound Illumination Realm. Looking at the depleted spirit stones in his hand, Yang Lingchen felt a pang of heartache. Normally, over two hundred spirit stones wouldn't be enough for him to break through a minor realm. The main reason was that his cultivation had already reached the peak of the first level of the Profound Illumination Realm in the past half month, and with the aid of these two hundred-plus spirit stones, he was able to break through in one go. Afterward, he found a martial art for cultivating exotic flames in his memories. He decided to cultivate exotic flames primarily to make alchemy more convenient in the future. The next morning, Yang Lingchen left his dorm and headed towards the Mission Hall. In this world, to rise quickly, one needed vast resources, and to obtain resources, one had to take on missions. Not long after Yang Lingchen set out, a group of people approached him. Among them was the burly youth Yang Lingchen had beaten yesterday. Without a word, the group surrounded Yang Lingchen. Leading them was a young man in white brocade robes, with an extraordinary demeanor. Some passing outer disciples, seeing the situation, chose to detour, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. "Kid, you're the one who hit my subordinate?" The brocade-robed youth spoke with an arrogant and disdainful air, showing no regard for Yang Lingchen. "What if I did?" Yang Lingchen assessed the white-robed youth. This person's aura was steady and restrained, his eyes sharp. His strength should be at the seventh level of the Profound Illumination Realm. Yang Lingchen was aware of his own strength. If he faced someone at the sixth level of the Profound Illumination Realm, he might be able to contend, but against someone at the seventh level, he would surely lose, especially since the opponent had a group of people. "Kneel, hand over your spirit stones, and slap yourself a hundred times, and this matter will be..." The white-robed youth hadn't finished speaking. "Thud...!" Yang Lingchen's figure moved like lightning, instantly punching the white-robed youth in the face. "You little bastard, you're asking for death, how dare you..." "Thump... thump... thump... thump!" "You bastard, trying to show off!" Yang Lingchen didn't care about anything else at this moment. He pulled out his spiked club and began swinging it wildly. Yang Lingchen knew that this white-robed youth was the strongest, and he had to take him down first to have any chance of winning. "You little bastard, you're asking for death." At this point, the white-robed youth's followers also reacted, swinging their clubs at Yang Lingchen. Surrounded by a group of people at the fifth and sixth levels of the Profound Illumination Realm, Yang Lingchen was no match. He took several blows from the clubs. However, he didn't care. As long as he caught someone, he would beat them mercilessly. Soon, several people on the scene were knocked unconscious by Yang Lingchen. Of course, Yang Lingchen wasn't in much better shape, having taken multiple blows himself. Under Yang Lingchen's desperate fighting style, those who were attacking him no longer dared to advance, as no one wanted to be knocked to the ground. "You bastards, I'll cripple you all eventually!" Yang Lingchen cursed angrily, then seized the opportunity to break out of the encirclement, disappearing into the crowd shortly after. "You little bastard, you're dead. How dare you ambush me?" At this moment, the white-robed youth slowly got up. His originally handsome face was now swollen like a pig's head. "Senior Brother Chen Ming, are you alright?" The burly youth walked over. "Slap... slap... slap." "Useless! Now you tell me, am I alright?" Chen Ming slapped the burly youth a dozen times. He was furious at the moment. And the burly youth had the nerve to ask if he was alright. It would be strange if he didn't get angry.