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The Dragon-Bearded Man, named Zhang He, had only entered the Inner Courtyard a year ago and was among the worst disciples of the previous cohort. Despite this, he believed that even a dead camel was bigger than a horse, and he was confident that dealing with two Qi Refinement Stage youngsters would be no problem at all. He had always been timid and fearful, and as he observed the two boys brimming with confidence, he felt a surge of anger but hesitated on whether to take action.
The steel balls in his hands spun faster and faster, revealing his growing anxiety. He turned to the gloomy man beside him, another Inner Courtyard Disciple, and whispered, "Li Xiang, should we fight or not? Those two must be the ones that guy mentioned who could contend with Foundation Establishment Stage disciples!"
Li Xiang's expression was uncertain. He was also among the last batch of disciples to enter the Inner Sect and had always been cautious, struggling at the bottom. He shared a similar disposition with Zhang He. From the moment Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu began their rampage against others, Li Xiang had been secretly observing their True Qi attributes and cultivation levels. Contrary to what he had been told, they were clearly both at the eighth level of Qi Refinement Stage. Yet, it was claimed that one had just entered the seventh level while the other was at the fifth level. Moreover, they hadn’t used any True Qi; they were simply relying on their physical strength to contend against everyone present.
Li Xiang couldn't believe that a slight suppression in realm could allow someone to easily defeat others. As a Mixed Spiritual Root cultivator, he had faced countless challenges from those with lower cultivation levels. His disciple number had ranged from one thousand to nearly three thousand, placing him at the very bottom. There were still legends in their Inner Courtyard about Shiyunsheng, who would have dominated even after entering the Inner Courtyard if not for lacking a Spiritual Root.
Many who had been defeated by Shiyunsheng sought revenge after reaching Foundation Establishment Stage, but Shiyunsheng grew impatient and crippled all those Inner Sect Disciples who challenged him. This remained an unspoken secret among the non-genius disciples of their Inner Courtyard.
The confidence radiating from Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu made Li Xiang uneasy. He touched his Yellow Banner and said to Zhang He, "I only have a fifty percent chance of winning. Do you want to give it a try?"
Zhang He was taken aback by Li Xiang's high regard for the two Qi Refinement Stage youths. Thoughts of Shiyunsheng crossed his mind as he hesitated for a moment before signaling for silence among the crowd. He spoke up, "My brothers are not bullies; although they have caused you trouble, they are still members of Myriad Spirit Sect. Killing each other among fellow disciples is forbidden. How about this? I will act as a mediator and have them return your Spirit Qi Pills. What do you think?"
"Hmm?" The crowd looked puzzled; why were they talking about peace before even fighting? Wasn't the person they invited reliable?
"We don't want Spirit Qi Pills; we want to kill them!"
Someone in the crowd shouted this out loud, and others raised their fists in anger.
Zhang He's words were directed at everyone but also meant for Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu. He looked at the two standing out from the crowd and asked, "What do you think of my proposal?"
Zhao Yang hadn't expected a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator would seek peace without fighting. He nodded and replied, "Of course it’s best if we don’t fight. I, Zhao Yang, have never liked fighting nor do I bully others; I am a businessman."
Hearing Zhao Yang's words eased Zhang He's tension slightly, completely unaware that Zhao Yang's cunning demeanor was infuriating those who felt cheated.
"However..." Zhao Yang suddenly shifted gears at this point. "I heard my people were injured by you two; medical expenses need to be compensated. Also, this Barbecue Restaurant has been left in ruins; without at least a thousand Spirit Qi Pills, it won't be enough to hire someone for repairs. You two seniors will have to figure something out."
Zhao Yang's eyes darted around as he twirled his fingers together in an apologetic manner.
"You! What do you mean by that?" Zhang He was taken aback by Zhao Yang's boldness; here he was being openly blackmailed by someone who was merely an Inner Sect Disciple at Foundation Establishment Stage.
"That means you have to hand over everything you've taken from these people, and while you're at it, take out everything valuable on you, especially those two steel balls in your hand. I've had my eye on them for a long time! Oh no, I've been annoyed by them for quite a while!" Long Xiao Wu was worried that the two didn't understand Zhao Yang's meaning, so he provided a live translation.
The disciples present were stunned; these two dared to threaten two Inner Courtyard Foundation Stage Disciples right in front of everyone? And the two Foundation Establishment Stage Inner Courtyard Disciples were still wasting time talking instead of immediately taking action to eliminate them!
"You are simply arrogant! Don't push your luck. As Inner Courtyard Disciples, we hold a noble status and don't want to bully the weak. We only asked you for some items, yet you dare to turn around and threaten us?"
"No, no, it's not a threat," Zhao Yang chuckled and waved his hand. "It's a robbery."
Suddenly, Zhao Yang's expression froze—Time Walk!
Everyone felt a gust of wind brush past them, and Zhao Yang's body began to sway. His smiling face remained in their sight as his body instantly turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished.
"What kind of movement technique is this?!" Zhang He and Li Xiang were horrified; he had disappeared from their perception range!
Now Zhao Yang was already at the eighth level of the late Qi Refinement Stage, with abundant True Qi in his body, far stronger than when he was at the third level of Qi Refinement Stage. His understanding of Time Walk had deepened significantly. As the afterimage shattered in place, he had already reached behind Zhang He and struck toward his neck. However, Zhang He was a master of the Foundation Establishment Stage, one realm higher than Zhao Yang. At the moment Zhao Yang's palm wind brushed against his neck, he instinctively tilted to the left.
With a sound, his ear was severed cleanly and fell to the ground.
Zhang He was terrified and retaliated with a backhand strike toward Zhao Yang's chest. Zhao Yang's body instantly shattered; however, Zhang He was even more alarmed because he hadn't touched anything!
In the next moment, Zhao Yang abruptly appeared right in front of Zhang He, mere inches away. They locked eyes, and in a panic, Zhang He unleashed the Fire Dance Technique. A wave of heat erupted around him as red flames circled his fist. Zhao Yang lightly tapped his toes and floated backward effortlessly.
Zhang He's Fire Dance Technique immediately followed Zhao Yang's aura in pursuit. Just as it seemed like it would hit Zhao Yang, he suddenly reflected off and circled behind Li Xiang, who had remained stationary all along. Zhang He was shocked and lost control; the flames ignited Li Xiang's long sleeves in an instant. Li Xiang remained oblivious; with a slight movement of his fingers, he suddenly performed an aerial roll, pressing forth with a dark energy from his palm.
With a thunderous sound, their palms collided. Zhao Yang's figure appeared, staggering back five steps with three parts surprise in his eyes. "I've heard tales of divination through spirit writing; I never thought it was real. I always felt something was following me as if it were pulling my upcoming actions. It turns out you've been calculating my movements from the very beginning—impressive!"
Everyone was astonished; they hadn't expected Li Xiang to possess such abilities. But they were even more surprised that such a miraculous technique had been seen through by Zhao Yang.
Li Xiang remained unfazed, slightly parting his lips to say, "You have some skills, but I’ve heard you’re the most useless all-around waste in ten thousand years?"
Zhao Yang clasped his fists and smiled, "You're too kind!"
"Do you really think you've won against me?"
"Winning or losing doesn't matter; all you need to do is lie down."
"Arrogant. Since you're seeking death, I'll grant your wish!"
With that, Li Xiang's body swayed, and he executed a swift step that brought him right in front of Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang did not dodge or evade; he raised his fist to meet Li Xiang's attack. However, Li Xiang suddenly reversed direction mid-air like a nimble rabbit, using Zhao Yang's punch to propel himself toward Long Xiao Wu.
"I'll take care of this little lackey first. Once I deal with your helper, I'll come for you!" Li Xiang mocked, as if envisioning the scene of the dazed Long Xiao Wu lying in a pool of blood. At the same moment, the blood-soaked Zhang He also moved, charging toward Long Xiao Wu.
"Uh! Little lackey?" Long Xiao Wu's round Apple-Faced visage twitched slightly, and his eyebrows involuntarily lifted.
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