Chapter 4

"切，谁要摸你啊，我从六岁起就喜欢女人了，对带把的不感兴趣……" Pang Da sneered at the accusation of sexual harassment, "I was just curious. You clearly had no breath and no heartbeat just now, so how did you come back to life?"

"It's a miracle, you can consider it a miracle," Song Li replied, not intentionally hiding anything, but he himself hadn't figured out what had happened, like the fire inside his body and the divine figure that appeared in his mind!

"Whatever, it's a huge relief that you're alive, Boss," tears still lingered on Pang Da's face, but he smiled through them, suddenly remembering something, his expression turned serious, and he said with hatred, "Boss, after hearing about your incident, I also did some inquiries. Although the ones who beat you were the son of the Inspector General and the son of Duke Levi, it's highly likely that the sons of the Seventh Prince and the Ninth Prince were the ones who instigated it. However, we don't have any evidence yet. According to the principle of the Justice Alliance, 'punish the ringleaders, but not the coerced followers,' we should first deal with those who beat you. As for the bad seeds behind them, we'll deal with them later when we find the evidence! I've already hired two experts to help you take revenge. What do you think, want to go together?"

Song Li, of course, knew that the sons of the Seventh Prince and the Ninth Prince were behind the incident. However, his father was just a Duke, and a timid and weak one at that. Their power and prestige were far below that of a Prince. If they weren't strong, no one would take them seriously. Song Li had always been more courageous than his father, which was why he dared to form the Justice Alliance to stand up to the rich and powerful. But back then, his personal strength was weak, and courage alone wasn't enough. Every confrontation with the rich and powerful ended in a loss, and this time was the most severe.

Although Song Li didn't know what the fire inside his body was, it undoubtedly helped him enhance his strength. At his age, reaching the sixth level of Body Tempering made him a cultivation genius among his peers. He understood that his strength would only grow stronger in the future. He wasn't afraid of those rich and powerful before, and he was even less afraid now.

The sons of the Seventh Prince and the Ninth Prince couldn't be touched for now because they had powerful backers. However, cutting off their lackeys would still be satisfying.

The faces in his memory, twisted with excitement as they surrounded him, punching and kicking, still made him feel the pain and humiliation. These bastards never took him, the son of a Duke, seriously. Although their fathers' ranks were lower than his, they acted arrogantly, relying on the sons of the Seventh Prince. Each time they beat Song Li, they felt a sense of achievement, boasting about how they dared to beat the son of a Duke, which made Song Li clench his teeth in anger.

The memory of being beaten played like a movie in his mind. The hateful faces and mocking words of those who relied on their powerful backers still made him angry. His fists clenched tightly, the knuckles turning white from the force.

"Let's go. If we don't get revenge, what face will the Justice Alliance have in the capital?" Song Li gritted his teeth, "Where did you set the meeting place? Take me there!"

"Really? Great, Boss, I was worried you'd be scared to go after being beaten..." Pang Da was so excited he almost jumped.

"Damn, am I that kind of person? What is the foundation of the Justice Alliance?" Song Li flicked Pang Da's forehead, making him cry out in pain.

"The foundation of the Justice Alliance is courage, courage, and more courage!" After being hit, Pang Da became more obedient, standing straight like a soldier answering his superior, eyes looking forward.

"Good to know. Am I afraid of those who rely on their powerful backers?" Song Li sneered, "Where did you set the meeting place?"

"At the training ground in front of the Guiyan Tower." Pang Da smiled, "You know, it's the busiest place, with many people watching. I just want the people in the capital to see these scoundrels begging for mercy on their knees!"

The Guiyan Tower was a famous tourist attraction in the capital, always bustling with visitors. In front of the tower was a training ground where many people practiced martial arts, though only those at the Body Tempering stage. Once they reached the Qi Tempering stage, they no longer came to such places. In the center of the training ground was a private arena where disputes could be settled. This was a common practice among low-level cultivators in the capital, and as long as no one died, the authorities generally didn't interfere.

Since Pang Da chose this place for the battle, he must have confidence in the two experts he hired. Song Li smiled, extended his arm, and gestured for Pang Da to lead the way.

The two left the Duke's mansion, and the two "experts" Pang Da hired were already waiting at the door. Song Li glanced at them, seeing that they were about the same age, around fifteen or sixteen. Song Li, now at the sixth level of Body Tempering, had a keen eye. He could see that these two young men were at the third or fourth level of Body Tempering, much stronger than Song Li and Pang Da's original levels, but whether they could beat the bad guys was still questionable. The son of the Inspector General, Cheng Zhengxiang, and the son of Duke Levi, Little Levi, were both at the fourth level of Body Tempering. They were always by the sides of the sons of the Seventh Prince and the Ninth Prince, acting like lackeys, but their cultivation was serious, making them among the more talented in the capital's rich and powerful.

"This one on the left is Zhang Qi, and this one on the right is Chen Yuan. They are the sons of my father's guards and are very good at fighting," Pang Da pointed to Song Li, "This is my boss, Song Li, the son of the Duke."

"Hello, young master, we wish you well," Zhang Qi and Chen Yuan bowed respectfully. The Holy Lion Dynasty had a very strict hierarchy. Although Song Li was a laughingstock among the noble young men, he was a high and mighty existence in the eyes of these small figures.

Song Li nodded, knowing that these two "experts" were no match for Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi, but he didn't say anything. The four of them got into a carriage and headed for the Guiyan Tower.

The weather was beautiful that day, with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze, neither too cold nor too hot, perfect for an outing. The area in front of the Guiyan Tower was as crowded and bustling as usual.

Next to the training ground was a teahouse, where a group of elegantly dressed young men, exuding arrogance, were sitting and drinking tea. The leader, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a refined and handsome appearance, sipped his tea and turned to another young man, "Cheng Zhengxiang, you said the Justice Alliance challenged you to the training ground to settle personal grudges. Why haven't they come yet? Didn't you beat Song Li to near death? Can he even stand up?"

Cheng Zhengxiang's face showed a nearly fawning smile, "Your Highness, it was Pang Da who issued the challenge. He apparently hired experts to avenge his boss. Since there's nothing else to do, we can't let him down if he wants a beating."

The refined young man nodded, "Pang Da is always by Song Li's side, waving flags and shouting, which is annoying. It's good to teach him a lesson."

Cheng Zhengxiang sneered, "Two useless pieces of trash, forming a Justice Alliance to oppose us. Today, I'll make the Justice Alliance disappear from the capital!"

At that moment, a servant pointed outside, "They seem to have arrived."

The young men followed the servant's finger and saw a carriage stop by the training ground. Pang Da and Song Li got out, followed by two tall servants.

"Hey? How did Song Li come? I clearly broke seven or eight of his ribs!" Cheng Zhengxiang rubbed his eyes, seemingly not believing what he saw.

"Come if he wants to. We'll beat him again. If we could break his bones last time, we can do it again," Little Levi, known as one of the "Two Generals," sneered.

"Right, I always get the urge to beat Song Li. I never need to be motivated to do it," Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi exchanged evil grins, then the group left the teahouse, strutting arrogantly to Song Li and his group.

"Hey, isn't that Song Li? Looks like you're in good shape, able to get up and run so quickly?" Cheng Zhengxiang's face was full of mockery, turning to Little Levi, "They say the lower the status, the more durable. Looks like it's true."

With a crisp "bang," Cheng Zhengxiang suddenly flew backward, landing heavily on the ground like a broken sack. It happened so fast that no one saw who did it. The refined young man, the strongest among the group, with the ninth level of Body Tempering, had a suspicious look in his eyes. He seemed to have seen Song Li's leg move, but the action was too fast and unexpected, so he wasn't sure.

However, he rationally couldn't believe that Song Li, who had been beaten to the ground by Cheng Zhengxiang recently, could suddenly become an expert.

"Didn't expect you to also bring reinforcements," the refined young man sneered, clearly disdainful of such behavior.

"Every time you, Song Mo Ran, go out, you have a group of lackeys showing off. They do everything for you, and you have them beat people for you. My father's title may be lower than yours, but I am still the son of a Duke. What's wrong with finding a few people to help me?" Song Li neither confirmed nor denied, knowing that most people didn't see him kick Cheng Zhengxiang.