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Zhao Yang initially intended to use his storage technique to cleverly neutralize Li Mang's power, while also boasting a bit to gain some face. However, he did not expect that the method of weight manipulation casually passed on to him by Sun Wukong was actually the coveted Divine Power in the cultivation world, a true nemesis for strength-based cultivators and a representation of the highest laws of power. Yet, he himself did not take this technique seriously; if any friends wanted to learn it, he could easily teach them.
After Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu left, the remaining six disciples from the previous generation surrounding Qin Army looked at him, one of them asking, "Senior Brother Qin, what should we do?"
Qin Army's face darkened as he replied, "What else can we do? Even a massive brute capable of shaking ten thousand pounds is no match for him with just a finger. Are we supposed to go and seek death? My brother will come to see me in three months."
The implication was clear: Qin Army intended to have his brother, Qin Lei, intervene. Only a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator could pose a threat to those two. He felt bitter because he had already resigned himself to being outmatched before even making a move.
The Master of the Myriad Spirits Sect in the clouds witnessed this scene and recalled how he had established countless enemies in his youth. With a sigh, he vanished into the sky.
Meanwhile, the Three Outer Sect Elders at the Summit snapped out of their daze, muttering among themselves.
Although they were displeased with Zhao Yang's ruthless actions, their shock grew even more profound when they saw him effortlessly kill opponents far above his level. Particularly striking was how he held back a cultivator clearly reliant on strength with just one finger, leaving them speechless. Every strong individual had stepped over countless corpses on their path to growth; however, this young man was clearly a Mixed Spiritual Root cultivator who would find it nearly impossible to break through from Qi Refinement Stage to Foundation Establishment Stage in his lifetime. Could he truly defy fate?
It was known that if a Single Attribute Spiritual Root cultivator took three years to break through from Qi Refinement Stage to Foundation Establishment Stage, then a dual Spiritual Root cultivator would need six or even ten years. For someone like him with ten or more attributes in their Spiritual Root, breaking through from Qi Refinement Stage to Foundation Establishment Stage would take at least a hundred years—how could that be possible?
Zhao Yang led Long Xiao Wu away from the Dojo and as soon as they reached the back mountain, he spat out a mouthful of blood and nearly collapsed. Long Xiao Wu hurriedly supported him and asked, "Are you injured?"
Zhao Yang forced himself to stand despite feeling weak and said, "I took too many spirit herbs; I feel like throwing up."
Long Xiao Wu looked at Zhao Yang, who was clearly putting on a brave front, feeling an inexplicable admiration rise within her. It turned out that this brother had spent that month indulging in pleasures instead of cultivating in order to build up his strength for future endeavors. This kind of foresight made her both fearful and respectful.
After returning to their rooms, Zhao Yang sat on the edge of his bed and slowly adjusted the energy within him. Now deep into autumn, he gazed out at the desolate twilight and sighed. In just over a month since entering the sect, more than ten people had already died by his hand. There were countless foolish and callous individuals in the world; surely more would seek trouble with him in the future. He felt uncertain about facing it all alone.
If today’s encounters had been with several Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators, he wouldn’t have had any confidence in defeating them. He speculated that it wouldn’t be long before he and Long Xiao Wu could enter the Inner Sect ahead of schedule; who knew what kind of experts they would encounter then? He had considered keeping a low profile, but being low-key didn’t mean allowing others to bully him. Once he resisted, he would face thunderous retaliation and a series of chain reactions—did he want to let fate dictate his life as he had in his past life?
"No," Zhao Yang clenched his fists resolutely in his heart. "Whoever provokes me shall die; my life is mine to control!" Strength—only by surpassing everything with strength could he avoid living in constant danger.
Zhao Yang endured the aches throughout his body as he slowly lay down, and before long, he fell asleep. In his dreams, he saw glimpses of his past life, filled with various tragedies and helplessness. He could barely fill his stomach and faced the accusations and insults from everyone around him, forced to swallow his anger in silence. The scene shifted to a child in this world, surrounded by countless Zhao Family Disciples, driven to take his own life. Although it was not himself, he felt a deep empathy; the memories of the original owner of this body were imprinted in his soul, reminding him constantly of the importance of strength in the Cultivation world—otherwise, he would only be at the mercy of others.
When Zhao Yang woke up again, it was already noon the next day. He dressed and pushed open the door to find dozens of people in the courtyard, some sitting and some standing, seemingly waiting for someone. Upon seeing Zhao Yang emerge from his room, they all bowed and said in unison, "Greetings, Zhao Shixiong!"
Zhao Yang was taken aback and looked at Zhang Fan beside him with a questioning expression.
Zhang Fan hurriedly stepped forward and explained, "Master Zhao, these individuals have been clamoring to see you since early morning. They wish to become your followers. Knowing you prefer not to be disturbed while sleeping, I had them wait outside for several hours."
Zhao Yang nodded and replied, "I see. That's fine then. You go handle things at the shop with Chang De and the others. I'll take care of this here. By the way, has Xiao Wu woken up yet?"
Zhang Fan said, "He was taken away early this morning by a scholar who said they were going to check on the Fish Pond. I didn’t let them disturb you. The scholar mentioned that once you woke up, he would like you to join them."
Zhao Yang felt puzzled and gestured for him to leave. He then settled into a wicker chair at the entrance and lazily asked those in the courtyard, "What brings you all to my humble abode?"
The leading young disciple spoke up, "Zhao Shixiong, we were blind to our own ignorance before and may have offended you in some way; we hope you can forgive us. We have come today to seek refuge with you and hope that you will take us in and provide us with food."
Zhao Yang nodded and said, "Food is simple enough; everyone who follows me enjoys plenty of meat and fish. Although we cultivators focus on cultivation and refining our paths, until one reaches a level where they can subsist without food, we must prioritize sustenance. Since I killed someone publicly yesterday, I am not afraid of any fallout from that. As I mentioned before, we will be closed on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays while operating intermittently on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. I am glad you have come to seek me out; however, I am curious why only you few have arrived—does no one else wish for food?"
The leading youth replied, "We discussed this before coming; everyone else is too proud. Even after witnessing your abilities, they refuse to bow down. Only we are willing to sincerely pledge our loyalty to you and offer our service."
Zhao Yang yawned lazily and squinted as he said, "Then kneel down so I can see just how deep your sincerity runs."
The group exchanged glances at Zhao Yang's words. One fair-skinned youth with sharp eyebrows pointed angrily and said, "Zhao Yang! Don’t push your luck! Coming here to talk is already giving you great face; don’t overstep!"
"Hmm?" Zhao Yang laughed heartily like a mountain bandit. "I intend to push my luck further; what will you do about it?"
"You..."
Bang!
Before the boy could finish speaking, he was slapped to the ground by the leading young man. The young man angrily said, "Apologize to Zhao Shixiong right now! Are you trying to get us all killed?"
The boy covered his swollen cheek, looking at the young man with a wronged expression. "Brother, how could you hit me for an outsider? You said that a true man only kneels before heaven, earth, his parents, and teachers. How can you..."
Before the boy could finish, the young man slapped him again, causing him to spit blood and stagger backward. A hint of pain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal and said to the others in the courtyard, "Let us all pay our respects to Zhao Shixiong." With that, he took the lead and knelt down. The others hesitated for a moment before following suit.
Cultivators in the cultivation world were very proud; getting them to kneel was sometimes harder than killing them. In Zhao Yang's view, if a person did not regard their life as the most important thing, they certainly did not respect life itself. Those who do not respect their own lives would not respect the lives of others either. Placing life above all else is not cowardice; being able to bend and stretch is what makes a true man.
Zhao Yang looked at the leading young man with satisfaction and asked, "What is your name?"
The young man replied, "My name is Situ Yan."
Zhao Yang nodded. "Situ Yan, I admire you. The reason I have you kneel is not to humiliate you from a position of superiority but to teach you an important lesson: one must act according to their status. Although you are still basic disciples now, it is not impossible for you to enter the Inner Sect. Even if your Spiritual Roots are mixed, there are ways to control your fate and become a master of cultivation. It is true that a true man only kneels before heaven, earth, his parents, and teachers; however, if one sacrifices their life or the lives of loved ones for some illusory vanity or pride, such a person does not deserve to be called human."
Zhao Yang glanced at the stubborn boy standing among the crowd and continued, "I know that many of you harbor some resentment or perhaps even thoughts of revenge in your hearts. But I want to tell you that following me means you are with the right person."
Zhao Yang took out a bag of leftover Spirit Qi Pills from his pocket and tossed it to Situ Yan. "A man's knees are worth gold; I have no gold but only Spirit Qi Pills. Situ Yan, from now on, you will be their leader. Following me means there will be food to eat, but it won't be free. Starting tomorrow, take them to cultivate the fields on the back mountain—planting vegetables and herding livestock. You will distribute three Spirit Qi Pills each to them from this bag; the rest are yours. Report to Zhang Fan tomorrow. If you have any questions about cultivation, feel free to ask me anytime. As for your brother... he has spirit; punish him by not allowing him to eat for half a month. You know what needs to be done."
Situ Yan did not expect Zhao Yang to be so generous; his resentment eased considerably. With over fifty people present and each receiving three pills while he kept the rest for himself—there were nearly two hundred Spirit Qi Pills in that bag! This was the charm and demeanor of a youth at the Qi Refinement Stage. Realizing this made Situ Yan feel a sense of admiration growing within him.
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