They never would have imagined it. Not only did Lin Tang refuse to offer the dicinal recipe to help the Shen Family rise, but he was also the main culprit behind their bankruptcy and debt!
"Lin Tang, you bastard!"
"Why would you do sothing so vicious? What's in it for you?"
"Youling, just look at the husband you chose..."
Dong Mingfeng and the others were on the verge of madness. The more furious they beca, the more satisfied Lin Tang was. Out of respect for Shen Youling, he didn't beat them, let alone kill them. But he had other ways of getting revenge.
"Lin Tang..." Shen Youling let out a long, bitter sigh, wanting to say sothing.
"What? Are you going to start with the double standards again?" Lin Tang taunted.
"When did I have a double standard? I just think, since you've already punished them this much, why push it further? They are my family, after all."
"So because they're your family, they can insult and belittle whenever they want, and I'm supposed to just passively endure it? What a joke. If I really played the part of a total pushover, you'd probably just end up despising and calling a coward."
"You—"
"Enough. I'm not arguing with you. I have things to do, so I'm leaving. When your family sells the house to pay their debts and has nowhere to live, you and your grandfather can co to my place, but they can't!" Lin Tang emphasized.
He then glanced at the hairpin on her head before turning to leave. He had, of course, noticed that the hairpin was no ordinary item. But it wasn't a cultivation material, so it was useless to him. Besides, even if it were useful, he wouldn't have the nerve to snatch sothing from his wife.
After he left, Dong Mingfeng and the others continued to curse him for a good half-hour.
"Youling, we can't sell the house! I refuse to be holess! Call your adoptive father and ask him to back us up. Ask him to help us!"
"Yes, with his esteed status, one word from him could wipe out our debts. Who would dare disrespect him?"
"It's co to this. You can't be too proud to ask for a favor..."
Shen Youling shook her head, indicating her adoptive father would never help. They didn't believe her, so she actually dialed Xiao Xuanye's number and put the call on speaker.
Then, Xiao Xuanye's cold, harsh warning ca clearly through the phone. "Shen Youling, you seem to be getting more and more out of line. From this day forward, you are not to contact again without my direct order! If I hear one more thing about your disgusting parents, I'll imdiately send soone to execute them... Get lost!!"
"Oh, mother of God!"
"President Xiao, please have rcy!"
"We'll never dare again!"
Dong Mingfeng and the others dropped to their knees, trembling with fear.
「Half a day later.」
Lin Tang, accompanied by Lee Encai, found Zhu Yingning.
"The secret chamber I asked you to prepare, is it ready?"
Zhu Yingning lowered her eyes submissively. "Reporting to Master, ti was short... it's still missing a few things. Please, wait a little longer..."
"Useless. If you can't even handle a simple task like this, what good are you to ?" Lin Tang scolded, his expression sour.
Zhu Yingning clenched her fists, grinding her teeth in a rage that made her magnificent chest tremble like a magnitude-nine earthquake. "Lin Tang! I haven't provoked you recently, so why the hell are you taking your anger out on ?!"
"Does a master need a reason to discipline a handmaid? And you dare talk back? That adds to your cri!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
After a round of slaps, he finally felt better.
Zhu Yingning's face feels much better to slap. Ning Yuexi's just isn't quite the sa.
Zhu Yingning's cheeks were bright red. Though humiliated, she could only endure it.
By evening, she had hidden herself away. Mo Pinglan ca and knelt on one knee before Lin Tang to report that everything was ready. Lin Tang followed her to a secret chamber to inspect it and nodded in satisfaction.
"Take off your mask," he said suddenly.
"Yes!" Mo Pinglan complied without hesitation, revealing her ugly, pockmarked face.
Lin Tang reached out, gently caressing her scars. "Does it hurt?"
"I've long been numb to it. You could cut with a knife and I wouldn't feel a thing."
"Is that so? Hand a knife, I'll test that," Lin Tang said eagerly, rolling up his sleeves.
Mo Pinglan was speechless.
"Alright, I'm just teasing you. Stand guard outside. I'll have a surprise for you later," Lin Tang said, ruffling her bangs before stepping into the secret chamber and closing the door firmly.
A surprise? Mo Pinglan blinked. Suddenly, her body shook with elation. Could it be...?!
Inside the secret chamber, the floor had been carved with a mass of dense, complex grooves according to the diagrams Lin Tang had provided. The liquid flowing through them was mixed from a formula he had also supplied. The location of the chamber was a feng shui treasure spot that Lin Tang had personally selected.
Furthermore, at the very center of the chamber sat a specially made, modern furnace with fuel pipes connecting to it from below. There was also a temperature control system that could adjust the furnace's heat between hundreds and thousands of degrees.
Finally, in a corner lay a thousand-pound hamr and a thick, sturdy anvil.
Lin Tang unhurriedly set down the spiritual materials he had collected. Then, he sat cross-legged on a ditation cushion.
Let's begin!
The section of the Supre True Dragon Technique concerning Golden Core Stage spells surfaced in his mind. The first spell he had to learn—
"Dan Fire Skill!"
This involved igniting the Dan Fire on the surface of the Golden Core within his body and then releasing it externally. Only with the spiritual properties of the Dan Fire could the flas in the furnace properly refine the spiritual materials needed to forge a flying sword. Otherwise, the fire would either burn the materials to ash, destroy their spiritual properties and render them mundane, or fail to lt them at all.
In truth, he could forge a flying sword using only his Dan Fire. But he had just broken through to the new stage, and his Dan Fire was still insufficient. There was no need to waste it; taking a shortcut wasn't shaful.
At the sa ti Lin Tang began his seclusion.
「Sakura Country.」
Yan Renjie had found the Sword Dao prodigy, Watanabe Kouichi, through his martial uncle. From a distance, he watched the drunkard vomiting violently in the street. After he finished, he went on a drunken rampage, starting a fight with several Yakuza mbers, and was subsequently beaten to a pulp.
And this is supposed to be a prodigy? Yan Renjie's face was expressionless.
His martial uncle shrank back, looking at Yan Renjie with a complex mixture of fear and awe. He truly hadn't expected his martial nephew to beco as formidable as a Heavenly King. It was unbelievable!
"The kid really is incredibly talented. He was just unlucky, nipped in the bud before he could truly rise," his martial uncle lanted. "A prodigy that never gets to mature isn't really a prodigy at all."
As the saying goes, the tallest tree in the forest is the first to be struck by the wind. When Watanabe Kouichi began his ascent, he not only enjoyed the adoration and praise of the masses but also provoked the jealousy and hostility of others. Then, tragedy struck. His martial arts were crippled and his tendons severed, dooming him to never hold a sword again. It was only natural that he would beco so despondent.
What a waste of ti. Yan Renjie had no cheap sympathy to offer. His martial uncle had also long since given up on this disciple. He wouldn't care even if Watanabe Kouichi were beaten to death. The two of them turned and walked away.
In the street, Watanabe Kouichi's head was already broken and bleeding. His previously injured wrists were stomped into a mangled ss of flesh and blood. "Give Sakura back... Give her back to ..." he whimpered, curled up like a dead dog, repeating the sa words over and over.
Just then, a scantily clad woman with heavy makeup appeared, wrapped in the arms of the Yakuza boss. The boss roared with laughter, deliberately groping the woman as he spoke. "Sakura, your boyfriend is calling for you. Aren't you going to go and comfort him?"
The woman, Sakura, tilted her head, her expression full of ridicule. "Boyfriend? What boyfriend? He's just a complete fool. With a few simple tricks, I turned him into my delusional little simp, willing to take on the world for ." She sauntered over to Watanabe Kouichi.
"Sakura, Sakura..." Watanabe Kouichi struggled to lift his head. Seeing her, he foolishly reached out to hug her leg. Then he noticed his hands were covered in filth and blood and quickly pulled back, afraid to dirty the woman he loved most. "Sakura, I'm begging you, co with . I have nothing left... you're all I have. I can't live without you!" he pleaded desperately.
Sakura lifted her foot and pressed her high-heeled shoe onto his head, grinding it slowly. Despite the excruciating pain, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled. "As long as you're happy, you can torture however you want. I know you like these gas. I'm willing to be your slave!"
"Disgusting!" Sakura spat on him. Then she giggled, crouched down, and whispered in his ear, "Watanabe-kun, did you know that you lost that tournant because I drugged you beforehand? Oh, and one more thing. Your father, whom you killed by mistake? He never laid a hand on . I set a trap, and you actually believed it..."
Her words struck Watanabe Kouichi like a bolt of lightning. He stared at her in disbelief, his expression shattering as bloodshot tears stread from his eyes. "No! That's not true! You're lying! How could you lie to ?!" he scread in agony, lunging at her.
She dodged easily and returned to her boss's side, playfully sticking out her tongue. "Daddy, let's go. Let's head to the hotel and have so fun."
"Excellent!" the boss cackled, then ordered his n, "Make this punk disappear for good."
"Yes, sir!" the underlings sneered, closing in on the agonized Watanabe Kouichi.
GRAAH—
Watanabe Kouichi suddenly shot to his feet, standing perfectly straight as he threw his head back and roared at the sky, "I need a sword! Give a sword!!"
In that mont, all his humiliation, all his resentnt, all his fury, and all his hatred coalesced, lding into his intangible willpower. His spirit began to transform.
"Tsk—"
"What's a cripple like you going to do with a sword?"
"Think you can kill us?"
"Still think you're a prodigy? Hahaha!"
"Kill him!"
The Yakuza jeered, raising their cleavers.
The next mont—
SWISH—
A streak of light flashed past, and all their heads tumbled to the ground.
Yan Renjie had returned. He stood close, observing Watanabe Kouichi, and then a satisfied smile spread across his face.
"Have you figured out the true aning of life? Do you want to truly be alive?"
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