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Zhao Yang was sent flying by a slap from Sun Wukong, letting out a cry that echoed from afar as he fell, landing just in the direction of his own courtyard. At that moment, He Qing was tidying up old items in the yard. Zhao Yang spotted her from a distance and, although he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his mother, he tried to control his True Qi to land gracefully like an immortal. In the end, however, he crashed down awkwardly.
The loud noise startled He Qing, causing her to exclaim. Hearing the commotion, Zhao Tianlang rushed out of the house.
"Zhao Yang, are you okay? Where did you jump from?"
"Mother, I'm fine. You saw it too; I crashed into the ground and not a single hair on my body was harmed. This is the wonder of cultivation! In this world, only I possess the ability to fall from the sky unscathed!"
"Falling from the sky?!"
"Ah, yes! My skills are too high; I didn't control my aim properly. But look, I'm fine!"
Zhao Yang endured the pain as he brushed off the dust from his clothes. His little finger twitched uncontrollably; he guessed that it had been broken when he landed headfirst.
"But it seems like you're bleeding from your nose," Zhao Tianlang said with concern in his eyes.
Only then did Zhao Yang feel a sting in his nose as blood trickled into his mouth.
"Well, that might be because I've been eating too much ginseng lately at my master's insistence—too much heat in my body. Don't worry about me, Mom and Dad! Oh right, my sister is all better now. Master really likes her and is teaching her some skills. I'm going to go inside and cultivate for a bit; just call me when dinner's ready!" Zhao Yang said in one breath before hurriedly entering his room.
He Qing and Zhao Tianlang stood there dumbfounded, their gazes drawn to a massive crater left in the middle of the yard.
As soon as Zhao Yang entered his room, tears streamed down his face as he muttered softly, "It hurts, it hurts! That damn monkey! Trying to kill me!"
He sat on the bed and immediately began to cultivate, circulating True Qi throughout his body. After just one cycle, he felt a sudden sense of comfort, with no trace of pain left, and the twitching in his little finger ceased. Zhao Yang knew that even if he were to be beaten and injured severely, with Chaos True Qi, he could recover quickly. This was the miraculous nature of Chaos True Qi; it activated the body's most fundamental potential to heal injuries, invigorating the meridians and blood flow without causing any harm to the body. Therefore, Chaos True Qi was perfectly suited for practitioners of Body Refinement.
Over the past three years, Zhao Yang had grown increasingly powerful in Body Refinement. No strong man in the village could overpower him even with a single finger. Every day, he returned from learning from Sun Wukong with a catch—sometimes a goat, sometimes a deer, sometimes a big red fish, and sometimes a wild boar. Occasionally, he would invite the neighbors over to share these wild delicacies.
As a result, the villagers often praised Zhao Yang as a good child, wondering how Zhao Tianlang and He Qing had been fortunate enough to have such a son.
Despite Zhao Yang's growing abilities, he never bullied the weak. However, several peers in the village felt intimidated by him. Although Zhao Yang was polite to them, their parents had warned them to treat him like royalty because a fortune teller in the village claimed that Zhao Yang possessed a Sovereign Countenance.
What frightened them even more was the rumor that Zhao Yang was responsible for the horrific Twenty-Eight Family Massacre in Qinghe Town. These idle youths, full of energy but lacking purpose—spending their days causing minor trouble—were naturally terrified when they encountered someone capable of such violence.
Zhao Yang paid no mind to these people's attitudes; after all, he had no prior interactions with those without cultivation or spiritual roots and would not have any in the future.
Feeling the surging vitality within him and admiring his muscular physique and powerful veins running through his arms, Zhao Yang brimmed with confidence. Tomorrow, he would use his strength to challenge the entire Zhao Family! With his peak cultivation at the second layer of Qi Refinement Stage as a Chaos Body, he would confront Zhao Tenglong, the family's top genius, and slay Zhao Tianba, the clan leader at the ninth layer of Qi Refinement!
Now fifteen years old, Zhao Yang had grown from a small and slender boy into a tall and robust young man. Aside from his slightly youthful cheeks, there was no difference between him and an adult. Over these three years, Sun Wukong had trained him rigorously in Body Refinement and insisted that he consume at least three pounds of grains and five pounds of meat daily to ensure he had enough strength for intense training. Thus, aside from Body Refinement training, hunting occupied most of Zhao Yang's time.
Every day for three years, Zhao Yang brought back various game from the mountains—mountain chickens, wild rabbits, hyenas, wild boars—and sometimes caught large fish from rivers. Many villagers believed he was a professional hunter. Occasionally when he hunted large prey like bears or tigers and returned to the village carrying them home, he would invite everyone over to help cook and enjoy meat and soup together.
Half a year ago, after inviting villagers to help him skin and cook a black bear he had hunted, Zhao Yang returned to train in the mountains. That night when he came home, he found a bright bonfire still burning; people had not dispersed yet. Two burly men with knives were sitting in the courtyard eating meat and drinking wine while nearby villagers looked on in anger but dared not speak out. The village chief and his parents stood by nervously as the chief forced a smile at the robbers. When they saw Zhao Yang return, it was as if they had seen their savior; they quickly made way for him.
"Zhao Yang is back! Let's see how those robbers act now!"
"Yes! I hope Xiao Yang can drive them away; after all, I heard even the head constable from Zhao County gives him face."
"Ah, these two strong men look so robust, and from their tone, it seems they know martial arts. I wonder if Zhao Yang can handle them. Li San and Big Bull have already been injured by them, and thankfully, I managed to pull our old Li back."
...
Zhao Yang listened to the villagers' hushed discussions and understood the situation. It turned out that two passing bandits, hungry for meat, wanted to eat alone. When Li San argued with them, they attacked him with their knives, injuring Big Bull who had tried to intervene.
The two bandits were in their thirties, burly and fierce-looking, wielding steel knives. As they were eating meat, they noticed the crowd making way for a young boy. One of them laughed loudly, "I wondered who had come; turns out it's just a little brat. Do you think he can be your savior?"
Zhao Yang ignored them and glared at the girl beside him, Zhao Yu, who was pouting. "Why aren't you going back inside?" he said before shouting, "Cover your eyes, children! We don't want nightmares tonight!"
In an instant, he moved behind the two bandits with lightning speed. There was a crackling sound as he twisted their necks three times; they died without ever realizing what had happened.
The surrounding villagers had never witnessed such a scene and gasped in shock. A timid old man, fearing Zhao Yang might implicate him, secretly ran off to report to the authorities. Naturally, this matter was handled by Yang the Head Constable of Zhao County. Upon learning that the killer was Zhao Yang, he personally came to the mountain village to take the bodies of the two bandits back to the county office and praised Zhao Yang for capturing such notorious criminals.
Zhao Yang knew that Yang the Head Constable was a reasonable man and didn't say much; he left everything to him. As for the old man who had reported him, if Zhao Yang were an ordinary person at that moment, he would likely have ended up in prison, dragging his family down with him or even losing his life. In front of the villagers, Zhao Yang punished the old man by cutting off one of his feet and ordered him to cut out his own tongue within three days; otherwise, he would lose his life. He couldn't be bothered to explain what unity meant or how to distinguish right from wrong.
He protected everyone while instilling fear in them; thus, these poor and ignorant villagers both respected and feared him.
Zhao Yang understood that whether in his past life or this one, gaining others' respect wasn't about what one did but rather about one's strength. In his previous life, strength meant wealth; in this world, it meant physical power. Here, those with great strength could disregard rules or even break them. Strength is the rule of this world!
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