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Yun Fan walked steadily towards the Yun Family Mansion. Soon, he arrived at the entrance, where the guards were taken aback upon seeing him.
"Isn't that Yun Fan? I heard he died outside. How is he still alive?" a few of them whispered among themselves.
Yun Fan overheard their murmurs, and his brow furrowed slightly, his expression darkening in an instant. He had only been away for a few months, yet rumors of his death had already spread. If he stayed away for a year, would they claim that grass was growing on his grave?
He immediately grabbed one of the guards and lifted him off the ground, coldly demanding, "Who said I was dead?"
The guard was startled and flustered, stammering without being able to utter a single coherent word. Just then, a mocking voice rang out.
"Yun Fan, you're not dead after all! I thought you had perished out there."
Upon hearing this, Yun Fan tossed the guard aside and turned to face the speaker—Yun Qing. A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes as he calmly replied, "Was it you who said I died outside?"
Yun Qing grinned with an air of arrogance and chuckled, "Yeah, it was me who said you were dead. What are you going to do about it? Fight me if you don't like it!"
Yun Fan raised an eyebrow, and in an instant, he vanished from sight. In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Yun Qing, startling him. A hint of panic crossed Yun Qing's face before he quickly regained his composure. The arrogance returned to his demeanor as he straightened up, exuding a powerful aura.
"Yun Fan," he declared confidently, "I've broken through my cultivation and reached the Refining Body Ninth Layer. You’re just at Refining Body Level Eight; how dare you flaunt your power in front of me? Do you believe I can knock your teeth out?"
Yun Fan merely responded with a dismissive "Oh," a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
He reached out and lifted Yun Qing up, sneering as he did so.
"I want to see how you plan to teach me a lesson," he said.
Yun Qing, filled with anger at being lifted, immediately activated the spiritual energy in his Dantian. He intended to shake Yun Fan off, but to his surprise, there was no reaction at all. Gritting his teeth, he exerted all his strength, but despite struggling for a long time, he remained completely still, held firmly in place.
Panic flashed across his face as he muttered, "Yun Fan, don’t go too far. We are brothers; we shouldn’t harm each other."
With a cold laugh, Yun Fan replied, "You were the one who said to hit you, so don’t blame me for being rude."
He swung his fist toward Yun Qing's face, and a series of agonizing screams echoed in the air. Yun Qing was left with a bruised and swollen face, blood gushing from his nose before he was thrown heavily to the ground.
A cold voice rang out. "Yun Qing, if you keep looking for trouble with me when you have nothing else to do, don’t blame me for being merciless."
After saying this, Yun Fan took Yun Qing's storage bag and stuffed it into his own pocket. He then dusted off his hands and walked toward the gate of the estate.
Lying on the ground, Yun Qing's swollen eyes filled with tears of regret. Despite having broken through to the Refining Body Ninth Layer, why was he still no match for this person?
Anger flickered in his eyes as he trembled and got back on his feet, making his way into the estate toward a certain courtyard.
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