15: Beat up Chen Ming

Holding the dormitory plaque, Yang Lingchen searched all the way until he finally found his living quarters.

It was a cramped room, only ten square meters in size, containing virtually nothing except for a solitary bed.

“Bang...!”

Just then, Yang Lingchen's door was violently kicked open.

Immediately afterward, a burly, fierce-looking youth brandishing a Wolf-tooth club swaggered in with an extremely arrogant gait.

Following closely behind him were over a dozen henchmen, whose cultivation levels were generally around the third or fourth layer of the Bright Profound Realm.

“Kid, hand over the New Disciple Gift Pack obediently! From now on, in this area, I'll be the one covering you.”

The burly youth's tone was extremely arrogant, and his demeanor showed he didn't put Yang Lingchen in his eyes at all, as if Yang Lingchen were merely an ant he could crush at will.

“Get out.”

A cold glint flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes, and a bone-chilling Killing Intent instantly radiated from his body.

When traveling abroad, he always adhered to the principle of not proactively causing trouble, but if someone dared to provoke him, he would absolutely not show mercy.

“Kid, you sure are arrogant. It looks like if I don't show you some severity, you won't know just how many eyes Lord Ma has.”

The burly youth, holding the Wolf-tooth club, immediately swung a strike viciously toward Yang Lingchen without preamble.

“Fuck, you're courting death.”

A cold light flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. His figure shot out like a ghost, and he delivered a heavy kick straight to the burly youth's chest.

“Bang...!”

“Ah... ah... ah...!”

The burly youth had no power to resist; he was sent flying backward by Yang Lingchen's kick, his body crashing heavily onto the ground like a kite with a snapped string, letting out a dull thud.

“Thump... thump... thump...!”

“Fuck, I'll beat you to death!”

At this moment, Yang Lingchen showed no intention of stopping. He rushed over with lightning speed, snatched the Wolf-tooth club from the opponent's hand, and then swung it wildly like a madman.

“Ah... ah... ah...!”

At this time, the burly youth's screams rose and fell, endless to the ear.

Just then, the henchmen he brought finally reacted as if waking from a dream. They all glared furiously, brandishing the clubs in their hands, and charged aggressively toward Yang Lingchen.

A fierce light flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. Without a trace of fear, he swung the Wolf-tooth club and charged directly into the crowd without hesitation, unleashing a frenzied, storm-like assault.

“Thump... thump... thump...!”

“Ah... ah... ah...!”

In less than a moment, all dozen or so henchmen were knocked to the ground by the Wolf-tooth club in Yang Lingchen's hand, groaning in pain.

“Holy crap, is this guy even human? A new Disciple actually managed to knock down a group of old Disciples so cleanly.”

“I know him, I took the assessment with him.”

At this time, many Outer Sect Disciples gathered outside Yang Lingchen's dormitory to watch the excitement. They were all dumbfounded, their eyes showing expressions of extreme shock.

“Hand over all your Spirit Stones to This Young Master, or I'll break your dog legs.” Yang Lingchen's gaze was sharp, and his tone held a chilling ruthlessness.

“Kid, don't go too far. Do you know who is covering our Fierce Tiger Society?” Although the burly youth was beaten into a sorry state, he still threatened Yang Lingchen while inwardly trembling.

“Thump... thump... thump...!”

“Still daring to act arrogant here.” Yang Lingchen swung the Wolf-tooth club again, unleashing another storm of ferocious blows, beating the burly youth until his face was unrecognizable, turning him into a literal pig's head.

“Stop! I'll give... I'll give it to you, alright?”

The burly youth's face was filled with terror. At this moment, his heart was truly terrified. He hurriedly fumbled inside his Storage Pouch and pulled out a few Spirit Stones.

“Give it here! You think a few Spirit Stones can send This Young Master away?” Yang Lingchen roughly yanked the Storage Pouch over.

“And you guys! All of you hand over your Storage Pouches to This Young Master, or I'll break your dog legs.”

Yang Lingchen swung the Wolf-tooth club, his tone reaching the extreme of arrogance, looking like a fierce beast ready to attack and injure at any moment.

Under his dominant pressure, the dozen or so henchmen soon nervously handed over their Storage Pouches one by one.

Yang Lingchen confiscated all the Spirit Stones inside, then threw the empty Storage Pouches back to them.

The Outer Sect Disciples watching the scene were all gaping at this new Disciple.

This new Disciple is too crazy, right?

“Stinky brat, just you wait for This Young Master.” The burly youth left behind a hateful threat and fled in a panic, scrambling and crawling away.

In Heavenly Origin Palace, as long as there were no casualties in the disputes between Disciples, the high-ranking officials generally wouldn't intervene.

The strong prey on the weak, and survival of the fittest prevails. The Outer Sect was like a small Jianghu; only the most outstanding Disciples could survive tenaciously.

Returning to his dormitory, Yang Lingchen carefully counted the Spirit Stones he had just seized—there were actually over two hundred of them.

“These are the legendary Spirit Stones?”

Although Yang Lingchen had obtained Ling Juechen's memories, this was the first time he had personally seen real Spirit Stones.

Feeling the rich Spiritual Qi contained within the Spirit Stones, Yang Lingchen looked excited and couldn't wait to start refining them.

He sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and neatly placed all the Spirit Stones in front of him.

He fully activated the Vast Heaven Art, continuously refining the Spirit Stones in his hands, and then cautiously used his Profound Energy to flush the meridians inside his body.

In the blink of an eye, several more hours passed.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen had reached the critical point of Breakthrough. He clenched his jaw and exerted all his strength. Instantly, continuous Spiritual Qi was sucked into his body like a tide.

As the Spirit Stones were refined and absorbed one by one, Yang Lingchen quickly touched the threshold of the second layer of the Bright Profound Realm.

“Boom... boom... boom...”

“The second layer of the Bright Profound Realm.”

Finally, Yang Lingchen successfully broke through to the second layer of the Bright Profound Realm. Looking at the depleted Spirit Stones in his hand, Yang Lingchen felt a pang of heartache.

Normally, over two hundred Spirit Stones would not be enough for him to break through a minor Realm.

The main reason was that his cultivation level had already reached the Peak of the first layer of the Bright Profound Realm during the past half month, and with the aid of these two hundred-plus Spirit Stones, he was able to achieve a Breakthrough in one go.

Afterward, he found a Martial Skill for Cultivating Exotic Flames in his memories. He chose to Cultivate Exotic Flames mainly so that Alchemy would be more convenient in the future.

The next morning, Yang Lingchen left his dwelling and walked toward the Mission Hall.

In this world, if one wanted to rise quickly, they absolutely needed massive resource support, and to obtain abundant resources, they had to take on missions.

Just as Yang Lingchen walked out a short distance, a group of people approached him. One of them was precisely the burly youth Yang Lingchen had viciously beaten the day before.

Without a word, this group immediately surrounded Yang Lingchen. Leading them was a youth dressed in white brocade robes who possessed an extraordinary Aura.

Some passing Outer Sect Disciples saw the situation and quickly chose to detour, afraid of being dragged into the conflict, which would be too disadvantageous.

“Kid, you're the one who hit This Young Master's subordinate?”

The brocade-robed youth looked arrogant, his eyes full of disdain, showing he didn't put Yang Lingchen in his eyes at all.

“What if I did?”

Yang Lingchen sized up the white brocade-robed youth. This person's breathing was steady and restrained, his gaze sharp as a knife. His strength should be at the seventh layer of the Bright Profound Realm.

Yang Lingchen had a clear understanding of his own strength.

If he faced someone at the sixth layer of the Bright Profound Realm, he might barely be able to contend, but if he faced someone at the seventh layer of the Bright Profound Realm, he would definitely lose, especially since the opponent had a group of helpers.

“Kneel down, hand over your Spirit Stones, and slap yourself one hundred times, and this matter will be...”

The white brocade-robed youth hadn't finished speaking.

“Bang...!”

Yang Lingchen's figure rushed forward like lightning, instantly smashing a punch viciously onto the white brocade-robed youth's face.

“Little Bastard, you're courting death! How dare you...”

“Thump... thump... thump...!”

“Fuck, I'll teach you to show off!”

How could Yang Lingchen care about so much right now? He quickly pulled out the Wolf-tooth club and started a storm of ferocious blows.

Yang Lingchen knew clearly that this white brocade-robed youth was the strongest, and he had to knock him down first to have even a sliver of a chance at victory.

“Little Bastard, you're courting death.”

At this moment, the white brocade-robed youth's henchmen finally reacted. They all brandished their clubs and fiercely smashed them toward Yang Lingchen.

Surrounded and attacked by a group of people at the fifth and sixth layers of the Bright Profound Realm, how could Yang Lingchen be their match? In an instant, he was hit several times by clubs.

However, he didn't care about the pain. As long as he caught someone, he would beat them mercilessly.

Soon, several people at the scene were beaten unconscious by Yang Lingchen. Of course, Yang Lingchen himself wasn't much better off; he had been hit by clubs in many places and was covered in bruises.

Under Yang Lingchen's desperate and crazy fighting style, those who were attacking him no longer dared to rush forward rashly, as no one wanted to be the next unlucky person knocked to the ground.

“Fuck, I'll cripple you sooner or later.”

Yang Lingchen cursed angrily, then seized the moment of their hesitation to dart out of the encirclement, disappearing into the bustling crowd shortly after.

“Little Bastard, you are dead! How dare you ambush This Young Master.”

Only then did the white brocade-robed youth slowly climb up from the ground. His originally handsome face had now been beaten into a pig's head.

“Senior Brother Chen Ming, are you alright?”

At this moment, the burly youth cautiously walked over.

“Slap... slap... slap...”

“Trash! Now you tell This Young Master, are *you* alright?”

Chen Ming was furious, slapping the burly youth over a dozen times.

He was currently boiling with rage.

And the burly youth, foolishly unaware of the danger, actually ran up to ask if he was alright. Of course, Chen Ming would lose his temper.