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The Myriad Spirit Sect had a legacy spanning thousands of years, with every pavilion and grand hall protected by basic spirit formations. The corners of the Palace were embedded with Dust-Repelling Pearls, ensuring that although the Palace was ancient, it showed no signs of decay. Instead, it exuded a sense of time-worn grandeur and depth.
Zhao Yang chose a less populated area to land, which appeared to be the residence of the Inner Courtyard Disciples. At that moment, in a courtyard somewhere within the living quarters, two sweet-looking young women were pouring water into a large wooden tub, petals of pink and red floating on the surface.
One of the women dipped her delicate hand into the water to test its temperature and then called out something to the house. Shortly after, a dashing young man emerged from inside.
Zhao Yang recognized him immediately; it was none other than Song Qianqiu, the young man who had mocked him during his Spiritual Root assessment in Yuwang City. Song Qianqiu had received a Foundation Pill from the Mischievous Boy due to Zhao Yang's bribery and successfully established his foundation within two months of returning to the Myriad Spirit Sect. Over the past two years, he had already reached the second level of Foundation Establishment Stage.
"What was your name again?" Zhao Yang waved his long sleeves dramatically as he descended gracefully beside the wooden tub, pointing at Song Qianqiu.
Song Qianqiu's eyes darkened as he glared at Zhao Yang, furious. "You audacious fool! Who are you to trespass in my Song Qianqiu's residence?!"
"Oh, so it's Song Qianqiu," Zhao Yang nodded and then shifted his gaze to the two women. "Being an Inner Courtyard Disciple has its perks; you can even keep lovely maidens around. It's been a while since I had a bath; it would be even better if I could get a nice foot massage or something..."
"Are you looking for death?!" Song Qianqiu was enraged. Not only had this person intruded into his residence, but he was also leering at his two maidservants. What infuriated him most was being treated like air.
Song Qianqiu came from a prestigious family in the secular world and had been pampered since childhood. He could bully anyone he wanted and could easily cover up any misdeeds with his father's influence. However, after entering the cultivation world, he had not established his foundation for ten years and faced countless instances of disregard and disdain. Gradually, he learned to endure humiliation and flatter others. Finally, due to Zhao Yang's bribe, he obtained a leftover Foundation Pill from the sect's upper echelons and managed to establish his foundation and enter the Inner Sect. After entering the Inner Sect, he spent lavishly to acquire a courtyard for temporary residence and kept two maidservants to attend to him. For over two years, he had lived comfortably without bullying others due to his low cultivation level—at least he wouldn't be bullied himself. However, today he found himself completely disregarded by a mere youth, igniting a long-buried fury within him.
Zhao Yang sensed the intense anger and murderous intent radiating from Song Qianqiu. He smiled lightly at the two maidservants before hovering in mid-air, looking down at Song Qianqiu as if he were merely a clown. Song Qianqiu detested this feeling of being looked down upon and immediately attempted to fly higher to attack Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang lifted his right foot and stomped down suddenly. Before Song Qianqiu could even leave the ground—merely having gained momentum—Zhao Yang's foot shattered his skull with one swift kick. Blood gushed from his mouth and nose as pain twisted his face, causing him to collapse onto the ground. The two maidservants were so frightened that their faces turned pale, screaming in terror.
Zhao Yang's gaze turned icy as he shouted, "Don't scream!" His voice rang out like thunder, shattering their eardrums.
The two maidservants turned white with fear and dared not make another sound, terrified that this demon before them would kill them next.
"I have no grievances with you in the past, nor any enmity recently. What do you mean by this? Why do you want to kill me?" Song Qianqiu struggled to rise from the ground, unable to accept that a seemingly frail youth possessed such combat power. He hadn't even had the chance to fight back or defend himself; the gap between them was as vast as a mountain!
"Why are you exuding such a strong killing intent when there's no past grievance or recent enmity? That's just how I am, Zhao Yang. If I don't like you, I'll take action against you. If someone wants to provoke me, I'll provoke them first. I'm not someone to be trifled with. Should I wait for you to strike first and then waste my breath reasoning with you before I act? Just hold it in!" Zhao Yang kicked Song Qianqiu, sending him crashing into the room, where he smashed through a row of tables and chairs before finally stopping.
After demonstrating his dominance, Zhao Yang casually stripped off his clothes in front of the two maids. They gasped in shock, their faces turning crimson as they covered their eyes. Although they were under twenty, they had been trained from a young age to serve various men and were no strangers to such situations. Yet, their hearts still raced, and they couldn't help but peek through their fingers for another glance at Zhao Yang's body. Zhao Yang chuckled and jumped into a wooden tub filled with bathing water and flower petals. With a splash, water sprayed out and hit one of the maids in the face, soaking her hair and causing droplets to trickle down her neck and wet her collar.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you," Zhao Yang's lazy voice came from the tub as he pointed to his shoulder.
The two maids exchanged glances, feeling a bit shy as they approached him. They each took a side and began to knead Zhao Yang's shoulders. Their breaths were fragrant, and their hands felt delicate as they massaged him uncomfortably. Having been a poor boy all his life, Zhao Yang had never experienced such treatment before. Though he had an open mind, he had never been involved in the entertainment industry. Lying amidst the waves and feeling the sea breeze, he couldn't help but let out a small moan.
Though quiet, the sound was still heard by the two maids, who instinctively increased their pressure on him. Gradually, their hands moved from his shoulders down to his chest and back, slowly exploring further down.
Zhao Yang chuckled but dodged their hands. Despite his open-mindedness, he was still an inexperienced young man and didn't want to lose his first time to two maids who seemed so skilled.
Feeling the atmosphere grow awkward, Zhao Yang cleared his throat and said, "Could you bring your master over? I have something to ask him. Also, go get me a clean set of clothes."
A hint of disappointment flashed in the maids' eyes as they complied with Zhao Yang's request and dragged the injured Song Qianqiu from within the room.
Once dressed in clean clothes, Zhao Yang looked refreshed and handsome, making the maids gaze at him even more infatuatedly.
"Uh..." Zhao Yang felt his face flush under their stares. Usually, he was the one looking at others like this; he never expected to feel so shy when being watched himself. Reluctantly, he asked them to step back. The two maids huffed playfully before swaying their hips as they walked away.
"This is ridiculous; it feels like just stepping out of a train station and being taken advantage of," Zhao Yang muttered softly to himself.
Zhao Yang looked at the terrified Song Qianqiu and said, "Speak."
Song Qianqiu was confused, resting one hand on the chair, glancing at Zhao Yang and asking, "What should I say?"
Zhao Yang shook his head, then raised his fist and began to rain down blows. Song Qianqiu tried to block with his elbow, but he was no match for Zhao Yang's relentless assault. Zhao Yang refrained from using Chaos True Qi, fearing he might accidentally kill Song Qianqiu.
After a brutal beating, Song Qianqiu's face was swollen and bruised, a large bump forming on his forehead that made him look like a mess.
"Speak," Zhao Yang repeated.
Song Qianqiu was furious, snorting as he wiped blood from his nose and shouted, "What the hell do you want me to say?! I..."
Bang! Thud—
Zhao Yang landed another punch, cutting off Song Qianqiu's words with a force that was more ruthless than a bully. Song Qianqiu spat out a tooth, glaring at Zhao Yang with intense resentment.
Bang! Thud—
Another punch sent another tooth flying, blood splattering everywhere.
"I said you should..." Song Qianqiu raised his palm in an attempt to stop him, but Zhao Yang ignored it. A right hook struck Song Qianqiu's jaw again, leaving him disoriented as he rolled on the ground three times before finally stopping.
"Damn it!" Song Qianqiu was beaten to the point where he couldn't speak. Overwhelmed with grievances, he knelt on the ground, crying out, "Please stop! I beg you, just give me a hint. I will tell you everything I know."
Zhao Yang nodded and said, "Can I finally talk about the question I asked you two years ago? Back then, it seemed like you implied that I wasn't worthy of knowing."
Upon hearing this, Song Qianqiu recalled that more than two years ago, when he accompanied Elder Hong to Yuwang City to recruit disciples, a young boy had somehow bribed his Shixiong. As a result, his Shixiong had taken notice of the boy, allowing him to pass through the Spirit Testing Gate and rewarding him with a Foundation Pill. At that time, when the boy asked for his Shixiong's name, his response was, "I'm afraid you'll never be able to be friends with him in this lifetime; it's better not to know!"
And that boy was none other than the one standing before him now.
"How could it be you! I remember your Spiritual Root was weak; how did your cultivation progress so quickly?" Song Qianqiu was filled with confusion.
"You'd still be better off not knowing!" Zhao Yang echoed the same words back at Song Qianqiu. Revenge is best served after ten years.
"Don't blame me for being ruthless if you keep dodging my questions!" Zhao Yang threatened.
Seeing Zhao Yang about to take action again, Song Qianqiu hurriedly said, "Wait, wait! I'll tell you! I only know he is called Shixiong; I really don't know his real name. His status is very high, equivalent to an elder, but he isn't one of the six great elders of our Myriad Spirit Sect. It seems he has some connection with our Grand Elder, but I don't know the specifics. Please don't hit me anymore; it's my fault for not recognizing someone so formidable!"
After Song Qianqiu finished speaking, Zhao Yang had already vanished from the courtyard. Song Qianqiu looked around nervously, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Zhao Yang's voice echoed from afar:
"Next time we meet, if you think you've found a powerful ally and come looking for me to settle scores, don't blame me for taking your head!"
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