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Chapter Eighty: The Arrival of Zhao Yang
Under the vast blue sky, a gentle breeze blew.
Zhao Yang landed steadily by a crystal-clear stream, shaking his head lightly to see if he had become more handsome. He stretched his neck and peered into the water, then jumped back in shock, exclaiming, "My goodness, who are you!"
Looking around and finding no one else, he noticed that the stream was only half a person's depth, and the water was so clear that he could see the sandy bottom. There was no way anyone could hide there; it was then that Zhao Yang confirmed that what he saw was indeed himself.
As Zhao Yang cautiously approached the water's edge and caught another glimpse of his reflection, he couldn't help but feel a bit emotional. He ran his fingers through his long hair, which reached his waist, and thought to himself, "My hair has grown so long; it must have been at least two years. How could it take so long? If every stage of cultivation takes this long, wouldn't I need nearly twenty years just to meditate?"
If any old monsters from the cultivation world heard him say this, they would surely strike him down and scold him with a resounding "You wish!"
After splashing some water on his face and fixing his hairstyle to avoid looking like a punk teenager, Zhao Yang sighed lightly and said, "Time has left no marks on my face; being too handsome might just invite envy."
With a self-satisfied expression, seemingly lost in admiration of himself, Zhao Yang rose into the air and flew towards the Outer Court Dojo. From a distance, he saw a group of people practicing swordplay or meditating on the dojo grounds, with no discipline in sight.
At that moment, from the direction of the back mountain cafeteria, three figures in red, yellow, and white rushed over and landed on the roof of the house where Zhao Yang had been. Glancing at the hole in the roof caused by their landing, Red-Clad Elder spoke solemnly: "It seems this kid Zhao Yang has already broken through from Qi Refinement Stage Great Perfection to Foundation Establishment Stage. My spirit-sealing formation was so easily breached by his aura. It seems this kid has gained quite a bit of control over the Enlightenment Realm after two full years of seclusion. Although it took a long time, he finally has some ability to protect himself without constantly worrying about being killed."
The speaker was none other than Fire Wuyan, the Grand Elder of the Outer Sect.
Hong Wushou and Ji Wuyi nodded in agreement as they looked around. Then Hong Wushou said, "With such a commotion, I wonder what quality of Foundation Stage he has formed. If it's above Ordinary Foundation quality, our two years of guarding him won't be in vain. If it's Fragmented Foundation quality... then we might have misjudged him. Even a genius from the Enlightenment Realm may not achieve much on the path of cultivation."
Ji Wuyi nodded in agreement while stroking his beard as if recalling something. He said, "I remember Zhao Yang is a Mixed Spiritual Root cultivator. Once he enters the Inner Courtyard, he'll be assigned to Offering Camp. Moreover, his two friends seem to be in Offering Camp as well... Unless we take him as a True Disciple, we have no right to interfere with whether he gets bullied or not."
Fire Wuyan raised an eyebrow and twitched his lips slightly as he asked, "He gets bullied?"
Zhao Yang flew above the Outer Court Dojo and landed gracefully on the All-Spirit Stele. His movements were light, his red robe flowing, and his long hair tied back, making him look like he could rival the Invincible East. Zhao Yang felt a bit out of place with this image, cleared his throat, and said, "Uh, ladies and gentlemen, everyone please be quiet and listen to me..."
The disciples in the dojo turned their faces towards the figure atop the stele with scowls, ready to curse and teach him a lesson. However, when they saw Zhao Yang's face, they looked as if they had seen a ghost, their expressions shifting to one of fear.
"It's the Outer Court Demon King! That murderous fiend has returned!"
"What? This long-haired freak is the former number one combat power among new disciples, Zhao Yang?"
"Weren't we told he offended an Inner Sect Elder and was secretly killed? How can he be here in broad daylight?"
"Look at him posing like that, neither man nor woman; he must have been captured by some Inner Courtyard expert who has a taste for men and was trained for two years before being released."
"That thing probably got cut off long ago. Just look at him acting so arrogant; he stole so many Spirit Qi Pills from us that we couldn't cultivate properly for months. It seems karma has finally caught up with him, hmph."
...
"Uh..." Listening to their comments about him, Zhao Yang's face was filled with black lines.
In the next moment, everyone gasped and stepped back in terror as Zhao Yang unleashed his overwhelming aura, suppressing everyone within a hundred feet. The people in the dojo felt as if they were facing not just a person but an enormous Deep Sea Mad Dragon looming in the air.
Behind Zhao Yang, a burly man holding a giant bone club who had been sneaking up to deliver a surprise attack dropped his weapon with a loud clang upon being frightened.
Zhao Yang turned his head upon hearing the commotion and smiled at the obviously frightened man. "What do you want to do?"
"I... I want to offer my... my Treasure to you, Great One." The man stammered, awkwardly picking up the bone club from the ground. "This club is my family heirloom, made from the leg bone of a Mighty Demon Bull..."
"Well, at least you have filial piety," Zhao Yang replied without modesty, then fixed his gaze on the man's bulging pockets. "Did you bring any money?"
"Uh..." The crowd fell silent, realizing that aside from his longer hair, nothing else had changed about him.
"I brought it, oh no, I didn't bring it," the man said nervously, taking two steps back and instinctively covering what he had hidden in his clothes.
Zhao Yang nodded and gracefully descended in front of the man, moving as lightly as an Immortal. He stared at the man without saying a word. After a few breaths, he suddenly raised his hand to adjust his long hair that covered his forehead.
This action terrified the man half to death. He quickly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he cried out, "I have money! Please don’t kill me! I have money! I have an eighty-year-old blind mother with no one to care for her and a half-year-old child who needs feeding..."
"Uh..." Zhao Yang looked at the man with sympathy, but his hands did not stop. He took the bone club from the man's grasp and then reached into his clothes, pulling out a large amount of gold, silver, jewels, Spiritual Herb Elixirs, and several small Spell Talismans from the man's bag. He then proceeded to expose those who had commented on him earlier one by one in front of everyone, demanding tribute with a serious expression as if inspecting troops.
Afterward, Zhao Yang flew away without saying a word. During this time, not a single person dared to act recklessly; not even one person spoke out in protest or insulted him because they all understood that Zhao Yang had already established his foundation. Who would dare to argue with someone who could kill without hesitation or warning?
Two years ago, when Zhao Yang suddenly disappeared from their lives, they realized how wonderful life could be. They learned that it was wrong to bully those weaker than themselves. They went from initially fearing Zhao Yang to gradually forgetting him and treating him as mere gossip over meals. They began to revert to their old nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong again. Little did they expect that Zhao Yang's sudden appearance today would leave them mute with fear, turning them into timid mice. And that man who had been robbed was now the leader of the Outer Sect—a powerful Qi Refinement Stage Level Eight cultivator.
"Boss, are you alright? Is that really Zhao Yang? He doesn’t look very strong. With so many of us together, I don’t believe we can’t take him down," said a new thin young man.
Slap!
The burly man slapped the thin young man without a word of explanation, clutching his chest in pain as he lamented, "My family heirloom! My gold and silver treasures! And my Spiritual Pill and Talisman!"
As Zhao Yang flew away, he turned back to the crowd and flashed a grin, the corners of his mouth lifting. He didn't say much, but the burly man turned pale, fearing that Zhao Yang was looking at him. From that day on, Zhao Yang's smile became an inescapable nightmare for him.
"The Outer Court Demon King is back! That murderous fiend!"
"What? This long-haired pervert is Zhao Yang, the top of the New Disciples' Combat Power rankings?"
"Weren't we told he offended an Inner Sect Elder and was secretly killed? How is he still around in broad daylight?"
"Look at him, prancing around with that effeminate demeanor. He must have been captured by some Inner Courtyard expert with a taste for men and was reformed after two years in captivity."
"That thing probably got cut off long ago. Look at him acting so arrogant; he stole so many Spirit Qi Pills from us back then, leaving us unable to cultivate normally for months."
...
"Uh..." Listening to the crowd's comments about him, Zhao Yang's face was filled with dark lines.
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