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In March, the city was in full bloom.
The vastness of Zhongzhou was immense, a land filled with floral scents, known as the City of Harmony.
Zhao Yang and Liu Rou arrived at Heavenly Harmony City, one of the Three Thousand King Cities, with Zhao Yang wrapping his arm around Liu Rou's slender waist, filled with joy.
"Rouer, you've eloped with me just like this. Aren't you afraid your master will punish you?" Zhao Yang affectionately asked as he caressed Liu Rou's delicate cheek.
"My master won't punish me. Besides, I left her a letter before I left," Liu Rou murmured.
Heavenly Harmony City was an ancient royal city left over from ancient times, boasting a long history. It was said that in the Ancient Times, Heavenly Harmony City was merely a ruin. Later, the Heavenly Joy Sect rose here and established its roots, becoming one of the three major super sects in the cultivation world at that time.
All disciples of the Heavenly Joy Sect were female; there wasn't a single man among them. Their cultivation methods were numerous and leaned towards soft and peculiar techniques that could be deadly with every strike. However, despite their mastery in various cultivation techniques, the Heavenly Joy Sect never possessed an outstanding signature skill. Yet, it endured for thousands of years without decline due to a Supreme Dao Artifact known as the Heavenly Harmony Bell.
The Heavenly Harmony Bell was forged from the essence metals of innate purple gold and meteorites from beyond the heavens. Its strength was said to be indestructible; nothing could breach its defenses, and even leaving marks on it was exceedingly difficult. Thus, its possessor held an innate advantage in battles. Over countless years, the Heavenly Joy Sect had offended many sects and had to migrate several times, but as long as the Heavenly Harmony Bell remained, it would never perish.
Now, Heavenly Harmony City was vibrant with flowers; jade stones lined the streets where many vendors set up stalls selling goods and delicious snacks. Liu Rou had grown up in a valley and rarely visited bustling markets, so she was like a little rabbit filled with curiosity about everything around her. Zhao Yang hadn't enjoyed street food in a long time either; he ordered some stinky tofu and other familiar treats from his past life, eating with great delight.
Additionally, Zhao Yang bought many quirky items to give to Liu Rou, who was overjoyed. The two played happily together.
At noon, they arrived at a restaurant called Kailai Fortune. However, before they could enter, several young cultivators rushed past them, shoving them aside.
Zhao Yang was used to such occurrences; it didn't bother him much personally. But when Liu Rou was pushed away too, her little mouth pouted in displeasure. Zhao Yang gently brushed his finger against her nose and laughed, "Can't handle this little grievance? They're just a few inexperienced brats. One day I'll unify the world; let's not stoop to their level."
"Mm!" Liu Rou nodded, feeling a bit better. She linked her arm with Zhao Yang's and brushed off the incident as they entered the restaurant.
A young man walking ahead turned around and glanced at Zhao Yang, saying, "Were you just calling us naive little cubs?"
Zhao Yang shook his head. Today, he was in a good mood and didn't want anything to ruin his trip, so he clasped his fists and replied, "I wouldn't dare say that, my friend. It’s all a misunderstanding."
"Then you are saying it, aren't you?!" Another young man shot him a hostile look. He had a red mole on his face that made him appear unfriendly, and his provocative words immediately displeased Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang had encountered such scenes before. He truly did not want to resort to violence, even though he possessed the power to take lives. He was not a bloodthirsty person; he didn’t care much about reputation—good or bad—but he respected life. These people had grown up without hardship and did not understand others' struggles; in his view, that was somewhat forgivable.
For Zhao Yang, the way of life encompassed all beings, both good and bad. Existence itself was justified. However, he did not see himself as a god; he had not transcended human emotions or lost the ability to feel joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure. Instead, he felt that time was long and taking another's life was ultimately an unjust act. Moreover, this was merely a trivial matter that could be resolved without resorting to violence.
As the saying goes, "You don't strike someone who is smiling." Zhao Yang tried to reason with them because he did not wish for conflict. However, his mood was now disturbed. He glared at the arrogant young man with the mole on his face, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
In an instant, his mental pressure bore down on the young man, who turned pale with fear as if he were facing a giant dragon. But Zhao Yang retracted his mental pressure the next moment and walked over to find a seat with Liu Rou. As they walked, he said, "One should let others go when possible. Considering your youth and ignorance—and that you haven't faced any real experts—I’ll let you off this time. Now hurry up and leave."
Clearly, Zhao Yang had little patience for educating these individuals. As the saying goes: the greater the skill, the greater the temper. He did not want to intimidate anyone; he simply wished to interact with everyone as equals. Such trivial matters did not touch his bottom line.
However, it was evident that his words had no effect whatsoever. In fact, given Zhao Yang's intelligence, he suspected they would fall on deaf ears. He initially intended to make an example out of one of them but realized that would lead to bloodshed and undesirable consequences. Thus, he used his mental pressure to intimidate one of the young men instead. He thought that such powerful mental energy would frighten the young man into warning his companions to leave; after all, who hasn’t made mistakes in life? Giving others a chance is what a true master should embody.
Yet the young man with the mole showed no sign of fear at all. Instead, he became even more aggressive, his eyes reddening as he turned to his companions and said, "He just used Demonic Arts on me! Damn it! Causing trouble in Heavenly Harmony City—he's asking for death!"
"What? Did he just attack you?" another young man shouted upon hearing this and pointed at Zhao Yang. "Did you just lay hands on my brother?"
"Brother?" Zhao Yang found it somewhat amusing and shook his head. "Forget it; just call your parents here. I’ll settle for ten or twenty thousand spirit stones; I really don’t want to kill anyone."
After Zhao Yang said this, everyone in the tavern laughed because they all recognized these young men—they belonged to the Wang family, the largest family in Heavenly Harmony City. The Wang family was the wealthiest in Heavenly Harmony City, owning over eighty percent of its spirit mine industry; even those from Heavenly Joy Sect had to give them some respect.
The Wang family was prosperous and numerous, with these individuals being direct descendants of the clan. From a young age, they had been known for their bullying behavior, yet it could not be said that they were uneducated, as each of them possessed remarkable skills. Not only did they excel academically, but their cultivation also surpassed that of their peers.
In Heavenly Harmony City, when a member of the Wang family spoke, it was as if the law itself had been declared; no one dared to contradict them. However, today someone had the audacity to openly defy several talented members of the Wang family and even threatened to seek compensation from their parents. This was akin to poking a tiger in its den.
"Youth," suddenly spoke a middle-aged man who appeared slightly older. "Considering you are new to Heavenly Harmony City and unaware of our Wang family's status, I won't pursue this matter further. A compensation of around eighty or a hundred thousand will suffice."
This middle-aged man had been seated in the tavern, discussing business with his eldest nephew, who was the most astute among his siblings. He hadn't anticipated that his other nephews would clash with this young man. Initially thinking that his nephews were merely acting out due to their usual bullying, he was taken aback when he realized that this handsome young man was even more confrontational. In an instant, he felt a surge of murderous intent.
Zhao Yang smiled and said, "So there is someone here who can hold a conversation. I just want to ask, did you see the entire process that just unfolded?"
The middle-aged man nodded and replied, "I did see it. Even if they were the ones who provoked you first, what does it matter? Can you really win against our Wang family?"
After saying this, the middle-aged man laughed, looking somewhat smugly at Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang returned the smile and said, "So your point is that in Heavenly Harmony City, whether I offend the Wang family or they offend me, in the end, it's always the Wang family that wins?"
The middle-aged man nodded affirmatively. "Exactly, that's what I mean."
Zhao Yang nodded and said, "Alright then. I am currently at the peak of Divine Transformation Stage and can break through at any moment. I want to ask what your highest cultivation level is—it's still Divine Transformation Stage, isn't it? What do you intend to use to fight me?"
Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, the middle-aged man seemed to hear a joke and burst into laughter. "Young man, I thought you were relying on something substantial; turns out you actually want to fight with us from the Wang family? How interesting! I'll make you a bet: if you can walk out of this tavern today, I'll take my own life right here."
Zhao Yang also laughed heartily at this amusing proposition and replied, "Fine! If I can't walk out of this tavern today, I'll do the same."
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