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"Who goes there?" The voice came from within, startling Zhao Yang, who was quietly waiting at the door.
"I am Zhao Yang, son of Zhao Tianlang. I heard that my fellow Zhao Clan members are here, so I have come to pay my respects." Although Zhao Yang was taken aback by the suddenness of the question, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. The speaker was clearly just a wall away, yet chose to use a method of distant communication that made his voice sound ethereal.
"Why did you suddenly laugh?" The person inside clearly saw Zhao Yang's smile and asked angrily.
Zhao Yang straightened his expression and replied, "I have come to pay homage to my ancestors, and my heart is filled with joy. Thus, I smiled. I hope you can forgive my rudeness."
Seeing Zhao Yang's solemn demeanor and appropriate words, the person inside decided not to press further. Remembering what Zhao Jin had instructed him earlier, he asked in a low voice, "You said you are Zhao Tianlang's son. Do you have any proof?"
The man intended to make things difficult for Zhao Yang. He had heard from Zhao Jin that the visitor was merely a distant relative from the clan, just a country bumpkin who had recently been found and was here to claim some benefits. Therefore, he didn't take it seriously; after all, country folk were usually easy to bully. If this kid was smart enough to offer him something in return for entry, he might let him in.
However, he did not expect Zhao Yang to become furious upon hearing his words.
"How can I prove it? Is my word not enough? Can you prove that you are human?" Zhao Yang's retort left the man momentarily speechless.
He was an outsider among the Zhao Clan Imperial Family, having grown up in a lowly position. The Zhao Clan Imperial Family was vast, with tens of thousands of members always needing lower-level laborers. As such, he had been reduced to a mere gatekeeper. The Zhao Clan members distrusted outsiders; they believed that those not of their bloodline must have ulterior motives. Consequently, apart from female relatives, there were no outsiders within the massive Zhao Family. Very few people knew about the Zhao Ancestral Land, and no outsider had ever visited—if they did, they never returned. Most Zhao Clan members were in seclusion for cultivation and rarely ventured out; even when they did come and go, they treated him politely. He never expected that a newcomer seeking recognition would dare to confront him.
"You... you are simply audacious! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll think you can act recklessly in the future!" The gatekeeper shouted angrily and threw a punch. In his eyes, someone without any visible cultivation could be easily dealt with. As for what Zhao Yang claimed about being Zhao Tianlang's son—he had never even heard of him. With so many members in the clan, how could he recognize them all? Killing this country boy would be an end to it all; he didn't think it would cause any trouble.
"Ouch—" The gatekeeper let out a cry of pain as blood poured from his hand; he realized that his bones were broken. "You country bumpkin dare to cause trouble in my Zhao Clan! Someone, seize him!"
A group of people burst through the door, ready to attack Zhao Yang. Each one of them possessed considerable cultivation strength and were clearly skilled practitioners in the cultivation world; some even surpassed the leaders of ordinary sects in terms of power.
Seeing such a scene, Zhao Yang's impression of the Zhao Clan Members dropped a few more notches. It seemed that this imperial clan was not as impressive as it claimed to be. He could also confirm one thing: the super Earth Veins Spiritual Energy beneath the Zhao Clan Imperial Family was likely unknown to ordinary clan members, except for a few high-ranking individuals. Based on the speed at which this Earth Veins Spiritual Energy was gathering, he calculated that if it were to leak, its power would rival that of an atomic bomb explosion, enough to overturn the entire Five Elements Continent!
"Three days ago, I heard that a young man was coming to the family; he must be this person," someone recalled hearing from an elder in their family.
"Country bumpkins are still country bumpkins; they know nothing of etiquette. This one even dares to strike a Zhao Clan Member. I think he should be taught a lesson," another person said with a malicious look at Zhao Yang.
"From his demeanor, it seems he has no interest in us at all. He doesn't even have a hint of cultivation fluctuation; he might not even be a cultivator. Let's punish him by making him feed the mountain scorpions and work as a kitchen hand for a few years to reflect on his actions," another suggested.
The crowd continued to grow, and Xiao Si, who had previously been injured by Zhao Yang, saw the numbers and shouted loudly. He summoned a Rending Cloud Hammer from his Qi Sea and thrust it fiercely toward Zhao Yang from behind.
Zhao Yang didn't even glance back; he simply slapped Xiao Si across the face, sending him flying far away, blood streaming from his head. As for the mid-grade magical artifact Rending Cloud Hammer in Xiao Si's hand, Zhao Yang took hold of it and twisted it into a twisted shape before throwing it on the ground.
"A country bumpkin dares to strike a Zhao Clan Member? Everyone, attack together!" someone shouted, leading the charge. The others rushed toward Zhao Yang as well. Zhao Yang lightly stomped his foot, and all those charging at him were sent flying by a powerful shockwave, landing on the ground and howling in pain.
"Haha, what impressive skills! Just days ago, I heard he was merely a Divine Transformation Stage kid; today it seems he has reached the Late Stage of Nascent Soul. The speed of his cultivation growth must be due to some Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Even among my Zhao Clan Imperial Family's top geniuses, using Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures would yield such rapid results at best," praised a young man dressed in a blue robe with his hair tied back.
Zhao Yang glanced at the speaker and realized he was an expert at the Nascent Soul Stage—specifically, the Late Stage of Nascent Soul. This person could see through his concealed cultivation level; he was likely going to be a tough opponent.
Seeing Zhao Yang look at him, the young man waved his folding fan and said, "Although you have shown mercy, causing trouble within my Zhao Clan Imperial Family cannot go unpunished. I won't give you a lesson is simply unacceptable. Considering you have just entered the Nascent Soul Stage not long ago, if I were to fight you at my current level, it would be somewhat unfair to you as a country bumpkin. How about this: I will suppress my cultivation to the Divine Transformation Stage and fight you there. If you can defeat me, you will have your place in our clan from then on. But if you lose, you must acknowledge me as your master. What do you think?"
Upon hearing this proposal, the onlookers cheered enthusiastically, praising him: "Brother Zhao Kong is indeed one of our Zhao Clan Imperial Family's finest! Our clan's geniuses can all fight above their level; this country bumpkin probably only has brute strength and won't last against Brother Zhao Kong's single move."
"Indeed! Although this country bumpkin has reached the Nascent Soul Stage, that's already impressive enough. However, Brother Zhao Kong is ranked among the top twenty geniuses of our Zhao Clan Imperial Family; suppressing his cultivation to fight him is hardly bullying."
The crowd buzzed with excitement as the young man named Zhao Kong heard everyone praising him to the skies. His heart swelled with joy, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He turned to Zhao Yang and shouted, "Are you afraid to fight me? How about this: I'll let you use one hand. If that's not enough, I can let you use both hands. What do you say?"
Zhao Yang hesitated, stammering as if he were caught off guard.
"Or better yet, I'll just stand here and let you hit me. If you can actually land a hit, I'll consider you the winner!" Zhao Kong declared, placing his hands behind his back and looking at Zhao Yang with disdain.
Zhao Yang found it hard to refuse and reluctantly agreed.
"Alright then..."
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