5: Elders raise objections

After practicing the Vast Heaven Art, the entire haotian jade space was now completely under his control.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen was covered from head to toe in black, filthy grime. He knew very well that this must be the result of cleansing his marrow and cutting his tendons; after all, he was currently practicing the Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique, the Vast Heaven Art.

Looking at the disgusting filth on his body, Yang Lingchen slowly walked out of the cave and arrived once again at the familiar pool. He nimbly stripped off his tattered clothes, jumped into the pool without hesitation, and began to wash himself thoroughly.

After washing the filth from his body, Yang Lingchen followed the memories in his mind and hurried toward the outskirts of the Taicang Mountain Range without a moment's rest.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed. Yang Lingchen, wearing tattered clothes and having endured much hardship, finally returned to Hanyang City.

This was a magnificent and imposing city. Its tall walls were built from massive black stones; they were incredibly sturdy and stood as tall as steel, giving people an impression of invincibility.

Passing through the thick city gates and entering the city, the first things that came into view were buildings full of classical charm.

On the bustling, lively streets, the crowds flowed endlessly. Enthusiastic vendors shouted loudly, and many powerful Martial Artists moved among them.

Yang Lingchen was like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time, having never seen the world before. His eyes kept darting left and right, full of novelty and curiosity about everything here.

"Eh, isn't that Yang Lingchen?"

Just then, a mocking voice came from behind Yang Lingchen.

A handsome youth in white silk robes with an extraordinary Aura stood there, looking at Yang Lingchen with malicious mockery. He sneered, "Look at your pathetic state; you wouldn't be out here begging for food, would you!"

Yang Lingchen frowned slightly, quickly finding detailed information about the person in his memories.

He then sneered and said, "So it's you, Xiao Jiji. I've truly heard so much about you."

The person who arrived was Xiao Jiji, the youngest son of the head of the Xiao Family, one of the four great families of Hanyang City. His cultivation level had already reached the fifth layer of the Gathering Origin Realm, and he had often bullied the former Yang Lingchen in the past.

"Little Bastard! You are courting death." A cold glint flashed in Xiao Jiji's eyes. Enraged, he slashed a palm fiercely toward Yang Lingchen.

Since he was a child, because of the homophonic nature of his name, he hated it most when others mentioned the three words "Xiao Jiji" in front of him.

He never expected that today, Yang Lingchen would dare to call him Xiao Jiji so brazenly right to his Face.

Facing this full-force palm from Xiao Jiji, the previous Yang Lingchen would certainly have been beaten to the ground with serious injuries.

However, the current Yang Lingchen's cultivation level had reached the Peak of the ninth layer of the Gathering Origin Realm, so he naturally would not take Xiao Jiji seriously.

Yang Lingchen's eyes flashed with a sharp light. His left hand shot out, catching Xiao Jiji's descending palm with lightning speed, while his right foot kicked fiercely toward Xiao Jiji's crotch.

"Bang..."

"Ah... ah... ah... ah..."

A crisp, explosive sound rang out, and Xiao Jiji instantly let out a miserable shriek.

He arched his body in pain and knelt on the ground, the veins on his Face bulging, his features twisted into a look of unbearable agony.

Yang Lingchen walked slowly and unhurriedly in front of Xiao Jiji and stepped mercilessly on his Face, saying coldly:

"Calling you Xiao Jiji is giving you Face. Since you are so unhappy about it, you might as well change your surname to Mei! The name Mei Jiji suits you best."

The other party had liked to bully the previous Yang Lingchen since childhood. Since he had Transmigration here, he naturally could not let the other party continue to bully him so wantonly.

"Yang Lingchen, you Little Bastard, This Young Master will definitely wipe out your Yang Family." Xiao Jiji roared in pain, his voice filled with endless malice.

"Ignorant thing, you are already being stepped on by me, yet you still dare to spout such nonsense and put on airs."

Yang Lingchen's gaze sank, and he suddenly applied force with his foot. Xiao Jiji's right cheek was deeply sunken in.

"Crack."

"Ah... ah... ah...!" Xiao Jiji screamed, his entire Face twisted and hideous from extreme pain.

At this moment, the street was already surrounded by many onlookers.

"When did this Yang Lingchen become so powerful?"

"Yeah! Just a while ago, I saw him being beaten up by Xiao Jiji! How is it that he seems like a completely different person today?"

Many of the onlookers showed looks of immense surprise.

In Hanyang City, although Yang Lingchen was a notorious playboy, that was only relative to ordinary people.

But among the younger generation of the four great families, Yang Lingchen was an out-and-out good-for-nothing.

Yang Lingchen did not pay any more attention to Xiao Jiji and turned to walk toward the Yang Family without hesitation.

The Yang Family, as one of the four great families of Hanyang City, had a Family head, Yang Daolin, who was one of the four top experts of Hanyang City.

The Yang Family Residence covered an extremely vast area. Looking from afar, the courtyard walls were meticulously built from blue bricks, and the plaque and the main gate were made of precious thousand-year-old golden silk nanmu, looking noble and extraordinarily luxurious.

"Where did this little beggar come from? Is the Yang Family a place you can just barge into?" As soon as Yang Lingchen walked to the gate, he was rudely stopped by his own guards.

"Yang Guang, are your eyes blind? You can't even recognize me?" Yang Lingchen shouted angrily. If he didn't declare his identity now, he might really be ruthlessly kicked out by his own guards.

"Young... Young Master, I'm sorry, I didn't see clearly." Yang Guang was so scared that he shivered and hurriedly cleared a path in fear.

Following the memories in his heart, Yang Lingchen walked quickly toward his own Residence.

"Young Master, how did you get like this?"

As soon as Yang Lingchen returned to his Residence, he saw a young girl in a green dress with delicate features and skin as white as jade walking quickly toward him.

This girl in the green dress was Xiao Ruo, the maid who had grown up with Yang Lingchen.

"Xiao Ruo, prepare a set of clean clothes for me." After Yang Lingchen finished speaking, he hurried toward the bathhouse. He was currently disheveled and his clothes were tattered. It was truly too pathetic.

...

The Xiao Family, one of the four great families of Hanyang City.

"Pharmacist Zhou, how is my son's condition?" A middle-aged man with sharp eyes and an extremely cold expression asked anxiously, burning with impatience.

This middle-aged man was the Xiao Family head, Xiao Shuoming, and the Xiao Jiji who had been crippled by Yang Lingchen was his youngest son.

"Your son's body is fine, it's just..." An old man with white hair at his temples hesitated, looking as if he had more to say.

"Just what?" Xiao Shuoming hurriedly pressed.

Pharmacist Zhou pondered for a moment, sighed, and said, "Your son's vital parts have suffered irreversible damage. I am afraid he will no longer be able to engage in the affairs between men and women in the future."

"Yang Daolin, I will have your son pay with his life." Xiao Shuoming's eyes were as cold as ice, and he roared through gritted teeth.