Chapter 4: The Beating of Xiao Jiji
After cultivating the Haotian Art, he had gained complete control over the entire Haotian Jade Space. Yang Lingchen was covered in grime. He knew this must be the effect of the marrow-cleansing process, a natural outcome of cultivating the divine-grade Haotian Art. Seeing his soiled state, Yang Lingchen left the cave and returned to the pond. He shed his tattered clothes and plunged into the water, beginning to wash himself clean. After washing away the grime, Yang Lingchen followed the memories in his mind, heading towards the outskirts of the Taicang Mountain Range. A day passed quickly. Yang Lingchen, still in his tattered clothes, finally returned to Hanyang City. It was a magnificent city, its walls constructed from massive black stones, towering like iron. Passing through the heavy city gates, he entered to find buildings filled with classical charm. The streets were bustling, crowds flowed ceaselessly, merchants enthusiastically hawked their wares, and many powerful cultivators moved among them. Yang Lingchen looked around like a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time, his eyes wide with curiosity at everything. “Oh, isn’t that Yang Lingchen?” Just then, a mocking voice came from behind Yang Lingchen. A handsome young man in white brocade robes looked at Yang Lingchen with a sneer. “Looking at you, are you begging for food?” Yang Lingchen’s brow furrowed slightly. He quickly found memories of the young man. Then he scoffed, “So you’re Little Jiji. I’ve heard much about you.” The person was Xiao Jiji, the youngest son of the Xiao family, one of Hanyang City’s four great families. His cultivation was at the fifth level of the Gathering Yuan Realm, and he had often bullied the previous Yang Lingchen. “You little bastard! You’re asking for death.” A cold glint flashed in Xiao Jiji’s eyes, and he struck out at Yang Lingchen with a palm. Since childhood, because of the homophonic nature of his name, he hated nothing more than people calling him “Little Jiji” to his face. He never expected Yang Lingchen to dare call him that today. Facing Xiao Jiji’s full-force palm, the previous Yang Lingchen would have been severely injured. But the current Yang Lingchen, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Gathering Yuan Realm, naturally did not take Xiao Jiji seriously. A sharp glint flashed in Yang Lingchen’s eyes. His left hand shot out, seizing Xiao Jiji’s incoming palm, while his right foot instantly kicked towards Xiao Jiji’s groin. “Thud…” “Ah… ah… ah… ah…” A crisp popping sound echoed, and Xiao Jiji instantly let out a miserable howl. He doubled over, kneeling on the ground, his face contorted in pain, veins bulging. Yang Lingchen slowly walked up to Xiao Jiji, stepping on his face. He said coldly, “Calling you Little Jiji was giving you respect. Since you dislike it so much, perhaps you should change your surname to Mei. ‘No Jiji’ would suit you best.” This person had always enjoyed bullying the previous Yang Lingchen. Since he had transmigrated, he certainly wouldn’t allow the bullying to continue. “Yang Lingchen, you little bastard, I will destroy your Yang family!” Xiao Jiji roared in agony, his voice filled with venom. “You don’t know your place. You’re under my foot, and you still dare to act tough.” Yang Lingchen’s gaze darkened, and he pressed down with his foot. Xiao Jiji’s right cheek was instantly crushed. “Crack.” “Ah… ah… ah!” Xiao Jiji screamed, his entire face twisted in pain. By now, the street was surrounded by many onlookers. “When did Yang Lingchen become so powerful?” “Exactly! Just recently, I saw him being beaten by Xiao Jiji! Today, he’s like a different person.” Many of the onlookers showed surprised expressions. In Hanyang City, Yang Lingchen was known as a profligate young master, but that was only relative to ordinary people. Among the younger generation of the four great families, Yang Lingchen was an undisputed good-for-nothing. Yang Lingchen ignored Xiao Jiji and turned to walk towards the Yang family estate. The Yang family, one of Hanyang City’s four great families. The patriarch, Yang Daolin, was one of Hanyang City’s four top powerhouses. The Yang family mansion occupied an extremely vast area. From a distance, the courtyard walls were built of green bricks, and the plaques and main gates were made of thousand-year-old golden nanmu, giving it a noble and luxurious appearance. “Where did this little beggar come from? How dare you trespass on the Yang family estate?” Yang Lingchen was stopped by his own guards as soon as he reached the entrance. “Yang Guang, are you blind? You don’t recognize me?” Yang Lingchen shouted loudly. If he didn’t speak up, he might actually be driven away by his own guards. “Young… Young Master, I’m sorry, I didn’t see clearly.” Yang Guang flinched in fright and quickly made way. Following the memories in his mind, Yang Lingchen walked towards his own residence. “Young Master, why are you in such a state?” As soon as Yang Lingchen returned to his residence, a young woman in a green silk dress, with delicate features and fair skin, walked over. This young woman in green was Xiao Ruo, Yang Lingchen’s personal maid who had grown up with him. “Xiao Ruo, prepare a clean set of clothes for me.” Yang Lingchen said, then walked towards the bathing room. He was disheveled, his clothes tattered. He looked truly pathetic. *** The Xiao family, one of Hanyang City’s four great families. “Pharmacist Zhou, how is my son?” A middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a cold expression asked anxiously. This middle-aged man was Xiao Shuoming, the Xiao family patriarch, and Xiao Jiji, who had been crippled by Yang Lingchen, was his youngest son. “Your son’s body is not in serious danger, it’s just…” An old man with temples streaked with white seemed hesitant to speak. “Just what?” Xiao Shuoming asked urgently. Pharmacist Zhou pondered for a moment, then sighed, “Your son’s vital area suffered irreversible damage. He will likely be unable to father children in the future.” “Yang Daolin, I want your son to pay with his life!” Xiao Shuoming’s eyes were cold, and he gritted his teeth. *** Yang family mansion, a certain courtyard. “Young… Young Master, this is bad! That little bastard Yang Lingchen is back!” A Yang family servant said in a panic. “Slap.” “Yang Kun, are you tired of living? How dare you fool me?” A cold light flashed in Yang Zihao’s eyes, and he slapped the servant directly. “Young… Young Master, how dare I lie to you! I saw him come back with my own eyes!” Yang Kun quickly explained. “Are you sure you weren’t mistaken?” Yang Zihao asked gravely. “Absolutely not, I saw him return to his residence with my own eyes,” Yang Kun said. “How is this possible? He was clearly dead! Did he not die completely then?” Yang Zihao fell into thought. “Young Master, what do we do now?” Yang Kun whispered. “Don’t worry, we were all masked at the time, and he was knocked unconscious by me on the spot. There’s no way he could know who we are,” Yang Zihao said coldly. *** After a thorough wash, Yang Lingchen changed into a brand new set of white brocade robes. His handsome face, as if carved, exuded a noble aura. Yang Lingchen was quite satisfied with the appearance of this body. “Young Master, the Patriarch wants you to go to the reception hall.” Just then, the maid Xiao Ruo walked over. “Reception hall? Is there an important guest?” Yang Lingchen frowned, then walked towards the reception hall.
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