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A loud shout echoed through the air as Li Xiang soared into the sky, his body shooting straight towards Long Xiao Wu like a meteor streaking across the night sky. A mysterious light flickered on his palm, seemingly capable of slicing through the void, aiming to deliver a fatal blow to Long Xiao Wu. Zhang He, who had lost an ear, received Li Xiang's secret transmission and leaped ten zhang directly towards Long Xiao Wu's head, his foot suddenly enlarging several times, intent on crushing him with a single stomp.
Long Xiao Wu had initially planned to watch the show from the sidelines and seize an opportunity for a sneak attack. However, upon hearing Li Xiang mockingly refer to him as a mere lackey, he was instantly filled with rage. As he watched the two charging at him, an unprecedented aura erupted from his body, causing a faint golden glow to envelop him. In each of his palms appeared an invisible golden little dragon that ordinary people could not see.
When their palms collided, Zhang He let out a scream and fell to the side. One of his feet instantly turned to bone; had he not been a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator with strong spiritual awareness, he would have already been reduced to a pile of bones due to Long Xiao Wu's murderous intent.
Li Xiang's palm strike was incredibly strange; it unleashed a force akin to lightning striking down mountains, sending Long Xiao Wu reeling backward. Blood trickled from the corner of Li Xiang's mouth, and his palm was pierced. If he hadn't sensed something was off and taken defensive measures in time, that hand would surely have been lost.
"What cultivation method is this?" Li Xiang furrowed his brow as his right hand instinctively reached for the Yellow Banner behind him, muttering incantations under his breath. Not far away, Zhao Yang felt a sudden jolt in his heart as if his soul were being pulled from him. This was while Li Xiang was still engaged with Long Xiao Wu!
A Lunar Dragon flew out from Zhao Yang's embrace. The Flood Dragon roared as it charged towards Li Xiang. In the next moment, Zhao Yang vanished from where he stood and reappeared in front of Li Xiang. With a swift twist of his hand, he forced open Li Xiang's mouth, and the moonlit Flood Dragon surged into him, its brilliance extinguishing Li Xiang's protective True Qi. With a sudden yank, Zhao Yang split Li Xiang's head in two, causing the Yellow Banner in his hand to clatter to the ground.
The onlookers felt a wave of suffocation wash over them, while Zhao Yang was filled with dread. He realized that since he had crossed over, his soul and body had not fully integrated; if he encountered soul-drawing artifacts, he would be even more affected. Thus, in that instant of panic, he tore apart Li Xiang before he could unleash the power of the Yellow Banner.
"Let's go!" A voice echoed from somewhere, sounding eerie and unstable as if it had suffered severe internal injuries.
Hearing this call, Zhang He gritted his teeth and propelled himself forward despite the excruciating pain. Long Xiao Wu would not let him escape so easily; he immediately pursued after Zhang He. Seeing that he was about to be caught, Zhang He bit down hard and hurled a steel ball at Long Xiao Wu. Long Xiao Wu raised his hand to catch it but was taken by surprise when the moment the steel ball touched him, it exploded violently. The force sent him flying back ten zhang; standing on the ground now charred and coughing blood, Long Xiao Wu felt an undercurrent of anger for having fallen into such a trap. He turned to glare at the onlookers, causing them to recoil in fear.
At that moment, Zhao Yang emerged from the smoke, one hand playing with the steel ball while dragging along someone's lower half—the lower half of Zhang He, whose leg had already turned to bone!
"To escape after being cleaved in two by my Void Blade—truly impressive for a Foundation Stage cultivator," Zhao Yang remarked without glancing at the crowd. He tossed Zhang He's lower half into the trash of the hall but noticed that where Li Xiang had lain was now empty; instead stood a bizarre scarecrow dressed in blood-red garments.
"It’s actually Substitution Technique! No wonder that voice sounded familiar; it turns out he got away," Zhao Yang murmured coldly as he picked up the Yellow Banner that Li Xiang had left behind in his haste and pointed at the messy hall. "You have three hours to clean this up."
There were no "otherwise" statements or any other threatening language, yet it was precisely this that left everyone silent and shivering in fear.
Upon arriving at the Barbecue Restaurant's kitchen, Zhao Yang walked straight through the inner room and saw several workers gathered around Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan looked haggard, with deep-set eyes and darkened skin. Zhao Yang could clearly sense that his vitality was nearly extinguished; it was not merely a symptom of injury but rather a sign that his life was coming to an end.
As soon as the workers noticed Zhao Yang's arrival, they stepped aside. Zhao Yang gestured for them to sit down and not to leave. He then took a seat beside Zhang Fan's bed and began to channel some unrefined Spirit Energy into him. This was the only option available to Zhao Yang; if he were to use Chaos True Qi, an ordinary person would not be able to withstand it.
With the Spirit Energy flowing into him, Zhang Fan's complexion gradually improved, and he slowly opened his eyes. Upon seeing Zhao Yang, a look of panic crossed his face as he trembled and said, "Master Zhao, I hope I haven't embarrassed you."
Zhao Yang shook his head and replied calmly, "Zhang Fan, you did well. From now on, you are my friend, a disciple of Myriad Spirit Sect, and also the first owner of our Barbecue Restaurant."
"Really?" Zhang Fan managed a weak smile, his eyes devoid of focus as he murmured, "I, Zhang Fan, can actually be Master Zhao's friend and a disciple of Myriad Spirit Sect? And I can be the owner of Barbecue Restaurant? I'll have endless Spiritual Pills every day; soon I'll become an immortal who can fly and traverse the earth."
After saying this, Zhang Fan seemed even more drained. His gaze began to fade as if he suddenly remembered something important. He grasped Zhao Yang's hand tightly and said, "I remember there are immortals in the Inner Sect looking for stronger immortals to deal with you. Master Zhao, you must be careful."
Zhao Yang nodded reassuringly. "Don't worry, Zhang Fan. The two who injured you have already been crippled by me. In a few days, I will go to the Inner Sect and kill them to avenge you."
"Good, good! I knew they couldn't possibly be a match for Master Zhao. You are a dragon among men; although sometimes extreme, you remain true to your heart and are generous to your subordinates. You will surely achieve great things in the future..." Even in his final moments, Zhang Fan did not forget to praise Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang desperately wanted to save him, but it was futile; what Zhang Fan had lost was his life force—something that could not be restored with Spirit Energy.
Though Zhang Fan had been somewhat opportunistic and his fondness for Longyang was hard for others to accept, he had served Zhao Yang diligently over the past month and had proven himself highly capable in executing tasks with precision and care. If he were to die, it would mean half of Barbecue Restaurant would collapse.
"Master Zhao," Zhang Fan said weakly, "there is some silver and jewelry under my pillow at home. May I ask you... could you take it all?"
After saying this in a breathless whisper, Zhang Fan held onto Zhao Yang's hand tightly, his eyes wide open as if wanting to say something but ultimately fell silent.
Zhao Yang closed Zhang Fan's eyes, sensing that there were some words Zhang Fan dared not speak. In a world where cultivators could kill at any moment, he had learned not to trust anyone. He looked up and asked the others, "Does Zhang Fan have any family or descendants?"
At the door, Chang De replied, "Master Zhao, I heard Zhang Fan mention that he has a blind aunt and a nephew. He was raised by his aunt after being picked up as a child."
Zhao Yang nodded. It turned out that Zhang Fan was worried about implicating his family. He turned around and calmly said, "Cremate Zhang Fan's body and send the ashes back to his hometown. All the belongings under his bed should be given to his aunt. Also, allocate twenty percent of the profits from the Barbecue Restaurant to him. The remaining eighty percent can be divided among you. From now on, the Outer Sect of Myriad Spirit Sect will be disbanded. You all can pack your things and go home; no one will dare to stop you."
Zhao Yang had long observed that the Outer Sect of Myriad Spirit Sect was in a completely unregulated state, so he made this decision to allow the ordinary people trapped in Myriad Spirit Sect's Outer Sect to return home.
Upon hearing this news, all his subordinates knelt down and bowed to him, tears streaming down their faces. Some had been trapped for twenty years, others for ten; they were all disciples of Myriad Spirit Sect who had been randomly taken from the secular world. When they heard Zhao Yang say they could leave the mountain and go home, and that he would generously share the profits from the Barbecue Restaurant with them, their fear of him suddenly diminished greatly, replaced by immense gratitude and respect.
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