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"Eight thousand three hundred sixty-six, eight thousand three hundred sixty-seven, eight thousand three hundred sixty-eight..."
As autumn leaves fell, the mountains were filled with desolation. A young man, dressed in a simple shirt and wielding a massive hammer, was performing frog jumps for physical training in the back mountain courtyard. Sweat had soaked his entire body, yet he gritted his teeth and insisted on completing ten thousand jumps. He knew that even reaching ten thousand was not his limit.
The boy had a handsome face, and when his muscles relaxed, he appeared as delicate as a scholar who couldn't harm a chicken. However, when he exerted his strength, the perfect lines of his muscles shone under the sunlight, each movement harmonizing with the surrounding atmosphere, exuding an endless sense of power and beauty. The young man was Zhao Yang. He realized that his rapid improvement in cultivation might cause his physical strength to lag behind, so he decided to revisit the Body Refinement technique taught by his master and increase the difficulty of his training.
After completing ten thousand hammer jumps, Zhao Yang rushed to take a shower in the courtyard and then dragged Long Xiao Wu out of bed, who was still buried under the covers.
"What are you doing? Let me sleep a little longer," Long Xiao Wu mumbled, still not opening his eyes.
Seeing Long Xiao Wu's plump figure reminded Zhao Yang of a game played by classmates in middle school. With a mischievous grin, he shouted, "Gear Six!"
Long Xiao Wu immediately jumped up, covering his backside and hopping around, completely awake now.
Zhao Yang had not eaten for half a month to consolidate his cultivation and had trained for half a day; he was now ravenously hungry. He initially wanted to invite the scholar to join him but hesitated since the scholar had been diligently monitoring the Fish Pond without complaint since joining him. Instead, he took out a bag of Spirit Qi Pills from his pocket and placed it on Scholar Xiu's desk. Inside were exactly one hundred pills. With Scholar Xiu receiving two Spirit Qi Pills each month, it would be enough for him to advance from Qi Refinement Stage Seven to Great Perfection.
The two left the cottage courtyard and headed straight for the Outer Sect's Barbecue Restaurant, planning to eat some cattle and sheep first. Zhao Yang thought it had been over half a month without any reports from Zhang Fan or Chang De. Perhaps Zhang Fan didn't dare disturb him during his consolidation period, but at least the account books from the Barbecue Restaurant should have been sent for him to review. Without rules, there could be no order; since they opened the Barbecue Restaurant, they needed regulations to operate smoothly.
However, when Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu entered the Barbecue Restaurant, they were met with a scene of chaos. The splendid layout he had designed for the restaurant was now unrecognizable; instead, it was filled with garbage and reeked of grease. Seven or eight hundred people were singing and dancing in the hall while eating barbecue and drinking—there was no semblance of cultivators among them.
"This is the result of allowing disciples to run wild; geniuses become more genius while trash becomes even more trash!"
Zhao Yang frowned slightly; his expression darkened. At that moment, a young man rushed toward him from the entrance. The young man's anxious face indicated he had something important to say as he pulled Zhao Yang outside the Barbecue Restaurant. Zhao Yang recognized him as Situ Yan, the youth assigned to manage the ranch; he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Situ Yan and his group for half a month.
"They conspired to kill you. Zhang Fan has been severely injured and has been lying in the kitchen for half a month. I gave him a Spirit Qi Pill, but there hasn't been any improvement."
Long Xiao Wu scoffed, "Is that all they have? Haven't enough of them been crippled already?"
Situ Yan recognized Long Xiao Wu and respectfully replied, "Of course they can't do it alone. They pooled their Treasures and Spirit Qi Pills together to invite experts from the Inner Courtyard at the Foundation Establishment Stage to deal with you."
Zhao Yang raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, "It seems they have quite a few treasures. They usually bully the weak and fear the strong, so it's a good thing they finally united to deal with me, the big bad wolf. How many Foundation Establishment Stage Inner Courtyard Disciples did they invite?"
"Two. They just entered the Inner Courtyard last year and arrived today. They're currently celebrating."
"They haven't even fought yet and they're already holding a victory banquet? The disciples who just graduated last year, having only entered the Inner Courtyard after nine years, must have solid foundations, but they might be overconfident," Zhao Yang said lazily while stretching his neck.
Situ Yan was startled by Zhao Yang's tone and timidly asked, "Are you planning to go to war?"
"Are we supposed to surrender?" Long Xiao Wu yawned and swaggered into the hall.
Without another word, the two charged into the crowd, wildly smashing and hitting everything in sight. The people were singing and dancing, intoxicated, when suddenly they heard screams as individuals flew or fell around them. In no time, Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu had thrown the place into chaos. Both were now at the eighth level of Qi Refinement Stage and were Body Refinement cultivators. Aside from Shiyunsheng, the top of the Outer Sect, no one could match them. They charged into the crowd as if it were an empty space, grabbing New Disciples as if they were little chicks.
Some recognized Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu and began to shout for help from the two Foundation Establishment Stage Inner Courtyard Disciples seated at the dining hall.
One of those Inner Courtyard Disciples was a Dragon-Bearded Man in a gray robe, playing with two steel balls in his hands. The other was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe with a gloomy expression, who had a strange Yellow Banner hanging behind him that exuded an oppressive evil aura.
"Stop!" A booming voice rang out, and everyone felt their bodies freeze in place as if nailed to the ground. The shout came from the Dragon-Bearded Man, whose aura shimmered; he was actually at the second level of Foundation Establishment Stage! Everyone was shocked; this was the power of a Foundation Stage Cultivator!
“Realm Pressure?” Long Xiao Wu furrowed his brow slightly and murmured.
Zhao Yang was also taken aback and said, “Is it really that powerful? Wow, this can compete with Master’s immobilization technique.”
Then, right before everyone’s eyes, he moved! He pinched the face of a nearby boy and waved at a young man.
Long Xiao Wu also took action, placing a hand on the shoulder of a nearby boy while staring at the flushed Dragon-Bearded Man. “Just reached the Foundation Establishment Stage and already learned to use Realm Pressure. Looks like you’ve picked it up well, but are you not afraid of exhausting your True Qi for the sake of pride?”
No one was more familiar with the ability to suppress lower-level cultivators through Realm Pressure than Long Xiao Wu, who had grown up in a family where he faced this ability many times. He wouldn’t say he was immune, but at least the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment Stage second layer was nothing in his eyes, even if they were one realm higher and had ten times more True Qi than him!
Sure enough, the Dragon-Bearded Man immediately withdrew his Realm Pressure, feeling dazed and short of breath. However, in front of so many people, he didn’t show any signs of weakness. He was shocked that these two youths could remain unaffected by his Realm Pressure. Was it because his cultivation was too low? What startled him even more was how much mental energy and True Qi it consumed; it nearly drained him completely in an instant. He had just learned the theoretical course on Realm Pressure and wanted to impress everyone with this intimidating technique, but almost ended up embarrassing himself.
Once the Dragon-Bearded Man retracted his Realm Pressure, everyone felt a sudden lightness throughout their bodies and quickly regained their freedom. They glared at Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu with expressions that seemed to wish they could tear them apart. They had personally experienced the strength of an Inner Courtyard Disciple. Although they didn’t understand why Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu could still move freely, they knew they couldn’t match two Inner Courtyard Disciples.
“Brothers Zhang He and Li Xiang, these are the two! Please take action and kill them for us!”
“We beg you, brothers, to take action for us and eliminate these traitors for our sect!”
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