Chapter 1

"Hey, little girl, entertain me, or I'll entertain you!"

"What's the problem? Watch me fan you with silver notes!"

In Baiyang Town, in a refined room on the second floor of the Feicui Jade Building, Yang Chen had a beautiful woman sitting on each of his legs. At this moment, Yang Chen was retracting his hand from the woman's firm buttocks, throwing several silver notes onto the table, and smirking in satisfaction.

The two courtesans, upon seeing the silver notes, immediately had their eyes light up. They hurriedly pressed their chests, which were white as snow, against Yang Chen's arms, and giggled, "Sir Yang, you are truly generous. Tonight, we sisters..."

Just then, the door was suddenly burst open, and a servant squeezed next to the young man, ignoring his own sweat, and whispered in the young master's ear, "Young Master Chen, the Third Elder has passed away!"

Yang Chen was stunned, and after a while, he said calmly, "Xiao Huang, in recognition of your loyalty over the years, I'll give you these two beautiful girls tonight. I'll leave first."

Xiao Huang was shocked, then almost fainted from happiness.

Walking out onto the street, Yang Chen thought to himself, "Although my old man lived a life of debauchery, he was ten times worse than me, but he was not yet forty and looked like he could live another ten years. How did he kick the bucket today?"

He quickened his pace and soon returned to the Yang family estate.

Baiyang Town had two major powers, the Bai family and the Yang family. The Yang family controlled nearly half of Baiyang Town's resources, making them the true overlords.

Being born into such a prestigious family was a great fortune for most people, but not for Yang Chen.

The old patriarch of the Yang family had extraordinary talent and unfathomable cultivation, establishing a grand foundation in Baiyang Town and producing numerous offspring, making the Yang family a great clan.

Yang Chen's mother was the third daughter of the old patriarch, with exceptional talent, known by everyone in Baiyang Town. However, Yang Chen's father was a赘婿 (a man who marries into a family and takes on the family name of his wife), and Yang Chen did not know how charming he was in his youth. Since Yang Chen could remember, his father had been drinking all day, living a hazy and aimless life, abandoned in a shabby hut, waiting to die.

With a useless father, Yang Chen suffered as well. In this large family, he was a dispensable figure, often looked down upon. His mother treated him as if she had never given birth to him, so he grew up freely, with an unrestrained nature. Relying on the Yang family's prestige, he lived a carefree life, bullying men and women, and had a good time.

Ignoring the cold looks of the guards, Yang Chen entered the Yang family estate through a side door.

The Yang family estate was filled with pavilions and beautiful gardens, showcasing the elegance and depth of a prestigious family.

After a few steps, two people approached from the opposite direction. The first was a tall, cold-faced young man in white brocade, Yang Chen's second cousin, Yang Zhan.

Behind Yang Zhan was his distant cousin, Chen Liu, with a sharp mouth and a sly face, bowing and fawning.

When they reached Yang Chen, Yang Zhan suddenly blocked his path.

"Did you hear that your good-for-nothing father is done for?"

Yang Zhan looked at Yang Chen mockingly, his face full of derision.

Yang Zhan's reputation in Baiyang Town was not small. At the age of seventeen, he had already broken through four dragon veins, reaching the fourth level of the Dragon Vein Realm, a prodigy.

Yang Chen and these outstanding young members of the Yang family were never in the same league.

They had countless resources from a young age, with any cultivation techniques available to them, while Yang Chen had none.

His mother ignored him, and no one else would give him anything. When he was young, he participated in body tempering with other clan members and made rapid progress, surpassing everyone and enjoying a period of glory. But without cultivation techniques and feeling disheartened, he stopped practicing and never broke through a single dragon vein, failing to enter the first level of the Dragon Vein Realm.

Yang Chen had secretly tried hard, but without cultivation techniques and guidance, he made no progress.

"Why are you silent? I said your father is a good-for-nothing, are you not convinced?"

Standing in front of Yang Chen, Yang Zhan looked down at him, mocking him.

Such humiliation was not new to Yang Chen. He was a big shot outside, but once he returned to the Yang family estate, he was like a dog. Knowing his own worth, he usually endured it, but today, perhaps because of his father's death, he felt particularly irritable.

"Get out of my way!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Chen looked up at him and said coldly.

"Little brother, why are you speaking to me like that? Are you dissatisfied with me? You are uneducated and ruin the Yang family's reputation. As your elder brother, it is only right for me to teach you a lesson."

Yang Zhan said with a smile, not allowing Yang Chen to argue, and punched him in the stomach, then left with a cold laugh.

Yang Chen cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

Once Yang Zhan left, Chen Liu immediately ran over, and as he passed Yang Chen, he spat at him. Yang Chen, writhing in pain on the ground, quickly dodged.

"Ouch, you dodged? Cousin, your dog is quite agile..."

After mocking Yang Chen for a while, Chen Liu followed Yang Zhan.

The surrounding maids saw this and were used to it, showing no sympathy. They just laughed and walked away.

Yang Chen got up from the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth, and looked at the backs of Yang Zhan and Chen Liu, his eyes filled with a hint of ruthlessness.

"If I were a martial artist, if I reached the Dragon Vein Realm, I would take revenge!"

"Yang Zhan and the dog slave Chen Liu, I will remember today's humiliation. Don't give me a chance, or you will die a miserable death!"

Clenching his fists, Yang Chen headed to his father's residence.

Over the years, he had remembered everyone who had humiliated him. If he ever had a chance to turn the tables, he would make them regret it for the rest of their lives!

This was him, in his circle of friends, those who knew him well called him a smiling tiger, a black-hearted wolf.

Yang Chen's father, named Long Qinglan, had a refined name and was said to have been extremely charming in his youth. Yang Xueqing, the third daughter of the Yang family, was once a legendary figure, but she was captivated by him.

Entering the crude room, Long Qinglan, surrounded by servants, lay on the ground with a black face. The room was filled with the smell of alcohol and excrement, unbearable.

"He's here..."

Seeing Yang Chen arrive, the maids whispered and left, apparently having completed their task.

Yang Chen's gaze now focused on Long Qinglan. This man had long fallen apart, and Yang Chen had foreseen this outcome.

He squatted down and looked at the blackened face.

"Who are you? In sixteen years, I have never truly understood you, and you have never understood me. Sadly, standing here today, I feel as if we are strangers. Father, father... I guess I am the unfilial son of legend. You are gone, and I cannot shed a single tear."

Originally, he thought he had no feelings, but now he felt a bit bitter.

After a while, footsteps were heard outside, and Yang Chen came to his senses. A beautiful woman in a light red dress, with her hair high up, walked over, accompanied by a group of people. She glanced at Long Qinglan's body and sighed, "This karmic bond has ended. Yang Chen, he is your father. Out of respect, find a place to bury him."

Saying this, she did not look at Yang Chen again and walked away.

Yang Chen smiled, used to it. He looked at Long Qinglan mockingly and said, "Father, you were quite handsome and had a reputation for seducing women. Countless beauties fell for you, but after you died, your woman only came to take a look at your dead body?"

He felt a deep sadness but did not show it.

Yang Chen ignored the others, picked up Long Qinglan's body, and carried him out of the estate, despite the strange and disdainful looks from the people. He found a carriage and drove it to the outskirts of the town, finding a scenic forest. He got out and looked around.

"Here, the mountains are green and the water is clear, with birds singing and flowers fragrant. It is a suitable place for you to rest. And the yin energy is strong, so there should be many female ghosts. If you remain charming even in death, you can find me a second or third wife. This place is perfect for your romantic endeavors."

"I, Yang Chen, am your son, and half of my flesh and blood comes from you. But you died early, and I am no good. The only way I can repay you is by burying you here. If you become a ghost with powers, please protect me and help me live a good life."

Looking at Long Qinglan's blackened face, he was stunned for a moment, and a tear finally fell.

Yang Chen quickly wiped it away and, without a word, started digging a grave with his fingers in the soft earth.

Although he was uneducated, he had good talent. After body tempering a few years ago, he had not fallen behind. Digging a large hole was not a problem for him.

Just as he was about to bury Long Qinglan, Long Qinglan suddenly opened his eyes.

Yang Chen shouted, "Zha shi!" (a term for a corpse rising from the dead) and pushed his father into the muddy pit.

Looking at the person in the pit, Yang Chen was still shaken and stammered, "F... Father, I didn't say anything bad about you. I just dug a hole to give you a proper burial..."

Long Qinglan turned over and cursed, "May your ancestors for eighteen generations be cursed! I'm not fully dead yet, and you want to bury me. Brat, I came back to tell you one thing: I have a dragon-shaped jade pendant in my dantian. After I die, dig it out to free me from this life..."