12: Killed with a slap, accepted as a disciple

Zhang Yang's wild laughter was suddenly cut short, as if by a blade.

The alley fell silent for a moment.

As the only son of the Xijin City Lord, he was accustomed to arrogance and was the first to break free from his astonishment.

His face turned a purplish-red, half from shame, half from rage.

In front of so many people, he felt as if his face had been slapped swollen!

"Who?!"

"Where did this dog come from? Are you looking for death?!"

Lu Yuchen didn't look at him.

He walked straight to the corner of the wall.

The little girl, reduced to skin and bones, was curled up there like an abandoned kitten.

She was trembling violently, tears streaking two paths on her mud-stained face, and her large eyes held a fear that was almost palpable.

Lu Yuchen's steps were light and steady.

"Damn it, are you deaf?!"

The complete disregard caused Zhang Yang's fury to erupt, distorting his features. "Go get him! Break his arms and legs! If anything happens, this Young Master will take responsibility!"

Several servants, already eager for a fight, grinned savagely and pounced like hungry wolves!

But as soon as they moved…

Bang! Bang, bang!

A series of crisp sounds of bones breaking, as dense as firecrackers on New Year's!

The servants who had just lunged couldn't even let out a scream before collapsing to the ground in various twisted postures, blood foam continuously bubbling from their mouths. It was clear they wouldn't survive.

"You…"

The ferocity on Zhang Yang's face instantly froze, a hint of terror flashing in his pupils, but it was immediately replaced by an even more violent Evil Qi.

This was Xijin City!

Heaven was number one, and his father was number two!

"You dare to touch my people! My father is Zhang Xiong, the Xijin City Lord! You're dead, you're absolutely dead today!" His voice was sharp but sounded somewhat shaky.

"City Lord?"

Lu Yuchen finally reacted. He turned around, looking at Zhang Yang as if he were dead, a cold curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Forget the City Lord, even if the Emperor came, you'd still have to leave your life here today."

As soon as he finished speaking.

He vanished.

Slap!

A crisp, extreme slap echoed throughout the long alley!

Zhang Yang spun like a top, turning several times on the spot from the slap, then crashed to the ground.

Half of his face instantly became a bloody mess, and several molars, mixed with blood, flew far away.

"You… you dare to hit me…" He clutched his face, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Just then, a commotion came from the alley entrance.

A squad of city guards, fully armored and wielding long blades, rushed in.

The captain leading them had eyes as sharp as an eagle's, but when he saw the scene inside, especially Zhang Yang's miserable state, his face instantly turned pale.

"Father!!"

Zhang Yang cried out, scrambling and crawling as if he had seen a savior, "Father! Save me! This person wants to kill me!"

It wasn't his father who came, but his uncle, Li Gang, the captain of the city guards.

Li Gang's heart exploded. With his nephew beaten to such a ghastly state, his time as captain was over!

His face turned ashen, his waist blade clanged out of its sheath, and he roared, "Impudent! Committing violence in the street, severely injuring the City Lord's Young Master, seize him!"

"Uncle! Catch him!"

Zhang Yang's eyes burst with venomous light as he pointed at Lu Yuchen, then at the terrified little girl, screaming, "The man! Have my servants smash his limbs inch by inch! And that little slut… hehe, bring her back to the mansion! I'll make her know what it means to wish for death!"

Even at this point, he hadn't forgotten the little girl.

As these words left his mouth, the air in the alley seemed to solidify.

The last trace of emotion in Lu Yuchen's eyes vanished, leaving only pure coldness.

Some people truly don't want to live.

"Originally, I only intended to cripple you."

His voice was very soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Since you insist on seeking death…"

He casually, almost effortlessly, struck out with a backhand.

There was no palm wind, no Qi wave.

It was simple and unadorned.

Pfft!

Zhang Yang's head exploded like a rotten persimmon squeezed by an invisible giant hand.

Red and white splattered all over Li Gang.

That venomous expression was forever frozen on his headless face.

Dead silence!

You could hear a pin drop!

Li Gang's body stiffened, blood and cold sweat streamed down his face, his lips trembled, and he couldn't even hold his blade, which clanged to the ground.

Killed… killed him?

With one slap, he killed the City Lord's only son?

Lu Yuchen, however, looked as if he had merely swatted a mosquito, his expression indifferent.

He walked to the little girl, extended a finger, and a gentle energy flowed into her. The little girl's tensed body instantly relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Gang finally awoke as if from a dream, letting out a pig-like wail.

"Quick! Go report to the City Lord! The Young Master… the Young Master has been killed!"

Soon, the ground began to tremble.

Urgent hoofbeats approached from afar, and Zhang Xiong, the Xijin City Lord, dressed in brocade robes, arrived with a group of local magnates, radiating an overwhelming Evil Qi.

The moment he saw his son's headless corpse, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he let out a beast-like mournful roar: "Yang'er—!"

"Who is it!!" Zhang Xiong's Aura was incredibly violent, and the Aura of a second-Rank Martial Artist erupted without reservation. "Who on earth killed my son!"

Li Gang trembled as he pointed at Lu Yuchen: "City Lord… it's him! It's that madman!"

"It was you who killed my son?" Zhang Xiong's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing together.

"He deserved to die." Lu Yuchen's tone was calm, as if stating a trivial fact.

"'He deserved to die,' what a statement!"

Zhang Xiong laughed in extreme anger, "No matter who you are! Today, this official will have your entire family buried with my son!"

Before his words finished, the bluestone beneath his feet exploded, and he shot out like a cannonball, striking a palm towards Lu Yuchen's head!

However, Lu Yuchen merely frowned slightly, seemingly a little impatient.

It was still that simple, straightforward move.

One slap.

Struck out.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Zhang Xiong's body was like it had been hit head-on by a towering mountain, flying back even faster than he came, collapsing half a wall along the way. His chest completely caved in, and his life force instantly extinguished.

The dignified Xijin City Lord couldn't even withstand a single move.

The few patriarchs who followed behind Zhang Xiong saw their anger instantly freeze into extreme terror. Their legs gave way, and they all dropped to their knees with thuds, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"Senior, spare us! Senior, have mercy!"

Lu Yuchen didn't even look at them.

He picked up the sleeping little girl in his arms, turned, and prepared to leave.

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped. He didn't turn around, but his voice clearly reached the kneeling people.

"This child, from now on, will be my, Lu Yuchen's, Disciple."

"In Xijin City, I do not wish to see anyone related to the Zhang family again."

"If you cannot accomplish this before dawn, you will all go down to join them."

[Ding! Host has successfully taken the second Luck Child as a Disciple, rewarding 'Observation Technique,' which allows viewing others' Luck Rank.]

[Observation Technique has been automatically mastered.]

Lu Yuchen was slightly stunned. The second Luck Child?

He used Observation Technique on the little girl in his arms.

Above the little girl's head, a brilliant, dazzling golden pillar of Luck Qi shot into the sky, even more radiant than Lin Fan's!

[Name: Nanny]

[Luck Rank: Gold (Luck Child)]

A huge wave surged in Lu Yuchen's heart.

Good heavens! The little beggar he saved out of righteous indignation was actually another Luck Child! This Luck was truly extraordinary!