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After bidding farewell to his family, Zhao Yang arrived in Yuwang City. It had been several years since he last set foot here, and a wave of emotions washed over him.
At the city gate, countless caravans and townsfolk passed by. A few small beggars were crouched by the roadside, and Zhao Yang recalled the peculiar young boy he had seen here long ago. It was also here that he met Lai Li Tou, a young beggar who he considered his first true friend, Li Yunshan. Unfortunately, Li Yunshan's weak character led him astray, blinded by superficiality, resulting in betrayal that left Zhao Yang devastated and filled with shame when Li Yunshan took his own life.
Zhao Yang slowly descended and approached the small beggars. One of them recognized him immediately, his eyes widening with excitement as he exclaimed, "I know you! You're the kind brother who treated us to a meal! Our leader has gone with you too!"
Zhao Yang smiled and asked the boy to lead him to Lai Li Tou. When Lai Li Tou saw Zhao Yang, he knelt in reverence and inquired about Li Yunshan's whereabouts.
Not wanting to bring sorrow to them, Zhao Yang explained that Li Yunshan was currently in the Immortal Gate and could not leave for now. Hearing this, Lai Li Tou felt relieved; their lives had improved somewhat compared to before.
Lai Li Tou and the others urged Zhao Yang to stay for a meal and drinks, but he politely declined and hurriedly took his leave, heading towards the Teleportation Array in Yuwang City.
"Have you heard? The Myriad Spirit Sect has been destroyed; not a single one survived!" a cultivator discussed.
"I heard that a few managed to escape, including the city lord's daughter from Yuwang City. There’s even talk of a dragon," someone corrected.
"Dragons? Don't be ridiculous," another rebutted.
"The cultivation world is full of wonders; it's not surprising if dragons exist. However, that dragon from the Myriad Spirit Sect was likely some kind of flood dragon or golden snake. I heard their downfall was due to the Flood Dragon's inner core," another chimed in.
"The Flood Dragon's inner core is a treasure! Consuming it could save a cultivator a hundred years of hard work—it's like stepping into immortality in one leap!"
"But everyone who besieged the Myriad Spirit Sect is dead. They say their destruction angered the All Spirits Ancestor, who unleashed divine punishment. The All Spirits Ancestor is their Patriarch; witnessing his sect's annihilation would surely enrage him enough to obliterate everyone involved. The surrounding mountains and rivers have turned to scorched earth—truly formidable methods from the All Spirits Ancestor."
"How did I hear that it was a monkey that slapped the ground and caused this?"
"Haha, the more you talk, the less credible it becomes. Where did you hear all this?"
"Of course, it's from those who escaped. There were experts at the Nascent Soul Stage inside who didn't intervene and fled when things looked bad. I heard it was because of a boy named Yang. That boy had some kind of jade on him, said to be a supreme treasure in the cultivation world, which attracted hundreds of thousands of cultivators to besiege him. In the end, that boy used the jade to summon an Ancient Divine Monkey that wiped everyone out."
Zhao Yang listened to the discussions around him without saying a word and walked directly onto the platform of the Teleportation Array.
"Can't you see that the Teleportation Array is full? What kind of dog eyes do you have? Get down!" A Blue-Clad Youth glared at Zhao Yang and shouted.
Zhao Yang looked around and noticed that the Blue-Clad Youth was staring at him. He pointed at himself and asked, "Are you sure you're talking to me?"
Zhao Yang hated being provoked for no reason. When he was very young in his previous life, he often wondered why there were so many bad people in the world who bullied others and stirred up trouble, making it hard for diligent students to live and study normally, always fearing they would get beaten up. Back then, he could only endure it. He vowed that if one day he achieved success, he would return to settle scores with those who had tormented him. But life was cruel; as he grew up, he struggled even to meet his basic needs, let alone seek revenge.
After the Blue-Clad Youth finished speaking, everyone on the Teleportation Array surrounded Zhao Yang with disdainful expressions.
"What are you pretending for? This is directed at you; how about that?" The Blue-Clad Youth shouted with wide eyes, looking somewhat terrifying. Any ordinary person would have fled or begged for mercy by now. "Daring to speak to me like that means you don't want to live! I was in a good mood today, but seeing you just pisses me off. I told you to get down, and you're still playing coy, asking if I'm talking to you? Ridiculous! Do you really think you're something special?"
"Fine, I'll get down." Zhao Yang responded unusually calmly. He had just come out from home and understood that as children, they had parents who worried about them. If someone lost their life over such a trivial matter, he felt it was excessive; it was just a matter of pride. Therefore, he decided to step down from the Teleportation Array and wait for the next activation.
"Wait a minute! Didn't our brother just tell you to get down? Who let you leave?!" A youth grinned wickedly and kicked Zhao Yang in the chest. Zhao Yang didn't dodge; the youth felt as if he had kicked an iron plate and was thrown back by his own force.
"Damn it! You dare to retaliate? Beat him!" The youth commanded, and everyone else surrounded Zhao Yang with malicious smiles, throwing punches and kicks at him. Zhao Yang stood still without fighting back; his physical strength was formidable, and their attacks felt no different than a breeze to him. He coldly observed each person but found not a single one showing any shame for bullying him; none seemed remorseful for their actions.
A sigh echoed in the ears of everyone present, a sound that reverberated through their souls, causing them to shudder involuntarily.
Zhao Yang was furious.
With a single punch, he shattered the skull of the man before him, brain matter splattering like a spray onto the faces of those nearby.
"What? You dare to kill? He killed Fifth Brother; take him down!" a young man shouted.
A group surged forward, but Zhao Yang moved like lightning. With each heavy blow he delivered, another head exploded, leaving no time for anyone to react. In just a breath's time, he had killed more than ten people, sending the rest fleeing in terror. Grabbing the shouting youth, Zhao Yang yanked off the entire leg that had just kicked him, the young man's screams piercing the air and striking fear into the hearts of all who heard.
"Just wait, kid! You dare to kill our Yao Gang members? Even if you are the King of Heaven, you won't survive today!" one fleeing cultivator threatened as he glanced back.
Zhao Yang shot a glance at him before tossing the youth aside. In an instant, he appeared before the escaping cultivator. One hand rested on his shoulder while the other gripped his neck. With a fierce tug upwards, he decapitated the fleeing man, leaving his head hanging by flesh and a piece of trachea. Many screamed and scrambled to escape.
Zhao Yang returned to the Teleportation Array, which had now been halted. He tossed the severed head at the youth who had instigated this chaos. As the young man begged for mercy with fear in his eyes, Zhao Yang crushed him underfoot until he was lifeless.
Turning to face the instigator—the Blue-Clad Youth—Zhao Yang said, "You better take a good look at what happens when you stir up trouble. I imagine you've caused quite a few issues in your life—more than just ten or eight, I bet. Surely someone has told you that one day you'd face retribution; well, here it is."
The Blue-Clad Youth was horrified. He had bullied many and even killed before; indeed, many had warned him that he would get what was coming to him and die a miserable death. He took satisfaction in others' final cries but never imagined such misfortune would befall him. Pale-faced and panicking, he exclaimed, "This is just a small matter; there's no need to kill! My family is wealthy; I'll give you whatever you want!"
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