Chapter 3 - 3 Chapter 3 The Sister Gets Hit

3 Chapter 3 The Sister Gets Hit

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Yang Xiaotian clenched his fists tightly when he heard this.

He couldn’t believe his grandfather could be so blatantly biased.

Not only had he given his entire share of Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid to Yang Zhong for cultivation, but he had also handed over the silk business, originally managed by his father, to his eldest uncle.

Was it all because he had awakened the Tortoise Martial Soul?

Was it because he had humiliated himself in front of everyone in Xingyue City? So much so that even his father had been affected by the anger.

Yang Xiaotian returned to his room and continued to cultivate.

His grandfather had given his entire share of Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid to Yang Zhong to cultivate, so he would show the people of Yang Family Manor that even without the Spiritual Liquid, he could still be stronger than Yang Zhong.

As Yang Xiaotian continued cultivating, in Yang Zhong’s courtyard, Yang Ming watched his grandson with satisfaction. Yang Zhong had not disappointed him. After consuming two portions of Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid last night, the results of his cultivation had exceeded his expectations.

The Green Phoenix was truly worthy of its heritage of a Divine Beast’s bloodline.

“How do you feel?” Yang Ming asked his grandson Yang Zhong with a loving face.

Yang Zhong was filled with confidence, “Grandfather, don’t worry. In one month, before the family’s annual meeting, I will definitely break through and become a first-order martial artist!”

One month, one order!

Upon hearing this, Yang Ming’s eyes shone brightly, and he laughed loudly, “Good, if you can break through to the first order before the family’s annual meeting, grandfather will reward you generously!”

If Yang Zhong could break through to a first-order martial artist in just one month, it would break the records of Xingyue City and create a sensation. He would be more than just the pride of the city.

Several days passed in succession.

Yang Ming went to Yang Zhong’s courtyard every day to personally instruct him in cultivation. Seeing his grandson make rapid progress each day, Yang Ming was overjoyed.

It seemed Yang Zhong wouldn’t even need a month to break through an order.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiaotian also stayed indoors, diligently cultivating.

One evening, as Yang Xiaotian was absorbing nature’s spiritual energy, a sound like a silkworm breaking free from its cocoon suddenly resounded within him.

Yang Xiaotian was overjoyed.

After four days of hard cultivation, he had finally made a breakthrough and entered the second order.

In the Martial Soul World, even many geniuses with a level-ten Martial Soul would typically need three to four months to achieve a breakthrough to the second order, but he had done it in just four days!

Yang Xiaotian couldn’t contain his excitement.

Although he didn’t know if anyone in the Martial Soul World had broken through to the second order in four days, he was certain no one in the Divine Sea Country had.

When daylight arrived, Yang Xiaotian stopped cultivating, feeling clear-headed and refreshed, as if he had boundless energy.

He went out to the yard and began practicing the Taiji Scripture. Each move was executed fluently, as natural as the flowing clouds and water, and as he moved, a current of air swirled around his body.

After breaking through to the second order, Yang Xiaotian found that his internal strength had also progressed.

But while Yang Xiaotian was practicing the Taiji Scripture, he saw his younger sister Yang Ling’er run in from outside, crying.

Yang Xiaotian felt something was amiss and was just about to ask her what happened when he saw a red palm print on her plump little face; her entire left cheek was swollen.

Looking at his sister’s swollen left cheek, Yang Xiaotian’s anger surged uncontrollably, “Who did this?”

Yang Ling’er cried out but kept shaking her head, refusing to say.

Yang Xiaotian saw that the palm print wasn’t very big, it must have been from a child his age, he said angrily, “Was it Yang Zhong who hit you?”

Yang Ling’er still shook her head crying, although she didn’t say it, when Yang Xiaotian mentioned Yang Zhong, her expression still changed a bit, Yang Xiaotian’s anger flared: “Let’s go, big brother will go with you to settle the score with him!” Saying this, he pulled his sister up to find Yang Zhong.

But as soon as he pulled his sister up, sister Yang Ling’er said it hurt, Yang Xiaotian puzzled, couldn’t help but roll up his sister’s sleeve, to see both arms were covered in shocking whip marks.

Although there was no bleeding, it looked painful.

Yang Xiaotian’s fury soared to the skies: “Yang Zhong even whipped you with a whip?”

Her sister, Yang Ling’er, with tears in her eyes, finally nodded, crying out, “Yang Zhong insulted you as a ‘tortoise’, I couldn’t bear it and called him a name.”

What happened next goes without saying.

Yang Xiaotian was furious, pulling his sister out of the courtyard to find Yang Zhong. They had only got a short distance from the courtyard when they saw Yang Zhong and several sons of the Yang Family Manor’s stewards, walking along arm in arm, laughing and carrying whips.

“Yang Zhong, was it you who hit my sister?” Yang Xiaotian charged up to him.

Yang Zhong, seeing Yang Xiaotian coming in a fury, didn’t take it to heart and laughed loudly, “That’s right, it was me who hit her. What about it? You ‘tortoise’ want to stand up for your sister?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yang Xiaotian charged forward, a slap flying straight to the mark.

Yang Xiaotian, who had practiced the Taiji Scripture, was quick and agile, and Yang Zhong couldn’t dodge in time, immediately being struck across the left cheek by Yang Xiaotian’s slap.

Smack!

A crisp sound echoed, and Yang Zhong staggered wildly, almost falling to the ground.

Yang Zhong was dazed by the slap, his ears ringing, tinging with disbelief. Ever since his Martial Soul Awakening, he had been the favored son of the Yang Family Manor, his grandfather doted on him immeasurably, afraid even to let him fall when holding him in hand. Yang Xiaotian actually dared to hit him!

A Yang Xiaotian who had awakened a second-grade Martial Soul actually dared to hit him!

“You dare to hit me!” Yang Zhong covered his face, yelling angrily, then shouted to the children of the Yang Family Manor standing around, “What are you standing there for, beat him up!”

Hearing this, several children of the Yang Family Manor advanced to encircle Yang Xiaotian, but these peers were no match for Yang Xiaotian, who quickly knocked each one to the ground with a single move.

Seeing this, Yang Zhong picked up a whip and lashed toward Yang Xiaotian’s face. If the lash connected, it would certainly not be light, but Yang Xiaotian dodged swiftly, grabbed the whip, pulled it away, and then struck back with it.

Yang Zhong’s arm was whipped, and the pain made him cry and scream: “Yang Xiaotian, wait until I break through a rank, at the end-of-year clan gathering, I won’t let you off!”

The end-of-year clan gathering?

At that moment, a flurry of footsteps sounded, clearly Yang Zhong’s crying had alarmed the people of the Yang Family Manor.

The first to arrive was Yang Hai, who upon arriving at the scene saw Yang Zhong crying and screaming.

Seeing his father coming, Yang Zhong pointed at Yang Xiaotian, crying out, “Father, Yang Xiaotian hit my face.” He then rolled up his sleeve: “He also whipped me.”

Yang Hai, seeing his son’s swollen face and the whip marks on his arm, was immediately furiously enraged, and without asking for explanations, berated Yang Xiaotian, “So young, yet you strike with such cruelty. If your parents don’t teach you, then I shall teach you properly!” With that, he raised his hand to slap Yang Xiaotian’s face.

“Big brother, stop!” Yang Chao came running, seeing from afar, he cried out in alarm.

When Yang Hai saw Yang Chao arriving, he had to stop and was about to angrily question him, but then he saw that his father, Yang Ming, had also arrived.

“What happened?” Yang Ming asked from a distance.

“Father, it was Xiaotian, he struck Zhong’er’s face and whipped him with a whip,” Yang Hai stepped forward and reported: “Zhong’er’s face is swollen.”

“What?!” Yang Ming’s face changed, he stepped forward and saw his grandson Yang Zhong’s face indeed swollen.