Chapter 7

"Actually, I, your big brother, am a cultivation genius. The reason I haven't made much progress is because my constitution is special, requiring an enormous amount of energy. Yesterday, when those bastards beat me up, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I took a Threefold Reversion Pill from my mother, which activated the potential that had been stored in my body, allowing me to break through to the sixth level of Body Tempering in a short time. As the saying goes, 'break and then establish,' that's the principle."

Song Li boasted to Pang Da with no small amount of pride. As for the mysterious flame in his body, he wouldn't reveal it casually; it would be his greatest secret in this world.

"Sixth level of Body Tempering, wow! No wonder you could beat Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi to a pulp..." Pang Da's eyes were wide as the two dots on a mahjong tile, round and bulging. But then his eyes darted around, and he raised his thumb in praise: "I always knew you weren't just a small fish, look at you, with a full and broad forehead, a square jaw, a line of heaven between your eyebrows, a straight nose, and a square mouth, radiating power in all directions. Your pointed chin and long ears make you irresistible to young beauties. After today's battle at the Guiyan Tower, you exude a heroic and domineering aura, scaring those scoundrels to death. Our Justice Alliance will shake the capital, and no one will dare to look down on us. Big Brother, my admiration for you is like the endless flow of the Kang River, and like the unstoppable flood of the Holy River..."

Pang Da's flattery was like a flood, each compliment crisp and loud. Song Li's skin crawled, and he raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Keep it up, but don't repeat yourself. If I don't tell you to stop and you do, I'll break all your teeth."

Although Song Li was smiling, Pang Da felt a chill run up his spine. Having seen Song Li's ruthless methods on the stage, he didn't doubt Song Li's words for a moment. He felt that his big brother had become much more ruthless.

He quickly stopped the endless flattery, hesitantly staring at Song Li and stammering, "Big Brother, you seem different."

Song Li didn't want his loyal little brother to be too afraid of him. He patted his shoulder and said gently, "Don't be nervous, I was just joking." Then a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he said through gritted teeth, "Remember, we didn't form the Justice Alliance to be bullied. In the future, anyone who stands in my way will have their legs broken. Anyone who leaves me no way out will be left with no legs. Anyone who dares to bully us, I'll pee on them and splash their faces!"

Pang Da was stimulated by Song Li's cool and bold words, feeling a sense of liberation like a serf becoming a master. He puffed out his chest and belly, full of hope, and began to dream of a glorious future.

Song Moran and the others watched as Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi were thrown out of the carriage like broken dolls. The attendants of the Cheng and Li families ran over, each to their own master, and carried the two unfortunate ones to Song Moran. Everyone's faces were ashen, knowing that they would be held responsible for their masters being beaten so badly.

"Little Prince, what do you think..." one of Cheng Zhengxiang's attendants said.

Song Moran glanced at Cheng Zhengxiang and Little Levi, seeing that their faces were swollen like pig heads, their features twisted and unrecognizable, their faces bruised and purple, their eyes narrowed to slits, blood foaming at the corners of their mouths, and their limbs hanging limply. They were almost completely broken, and even if they survived, they would be cripples, unable to cultivate again.

Song Moran was surprised by Song Li's ruthless methods. This wasn't the Song Li he remembered. It seemed that not only had his strength increased dramatically, but his personality had also changed. By choosing the bustling Guiyan Tower as the duel site, he had clearly intended to humiliate them in front of the people of the capital. Song Moran had to admit that Song Li had succeeded, not only humiliating them but also crippling his left and right arms. Both their dignity and reputation were lost.

"Waste is still waste. This time you played the tiger by pretending to be a pig, and you won by luck. In the future, you won't be so lucky. As long as you stay in the capital, you won't escape my grasp. If I were to act, I wouldn't give you a chance to recover, even with your mother's elixirs."

Song Moran watched Song Li leave, a cold smile on his lips. With his ninth level of Body Tempering, he didn't take Song Li, who was only at the sixth level, seriously. He believed that Song Li's rapid breakthrough was due to his mother's elixirs, and in terms of cultivation talent, he was far inferior to Song Moran.

"Carry them back and let your masters decide what to do with them." Song Moran didn't look at the two cripples again, leaving with his attendants. The attendants of the Cheng and Li families carried their young masters back, each to their own home, each to their own mother.

At the Nine Gates Inspectorate, Cheng Guangde was in his study handling official business when a servant stumbled in, shouting, "Master, Master, something terrible has happened! A vicious person has broken in and is beating people without asking any questions..."

"What's the big fuss? What's going on, Cheng Guangde?" Cheng Guangde roared, his beard bristling, his presence intimidating, scaring the servant into silence.

"Who is this vicious person who is beating people? Explain yourself clearly."

"Master, a vicious person has come to our residence, calling out your name and speaking rudely... The guards tried to stop him, but he attacked. His cultivation is very high, several floors high. The guards couldn't stop him, and even Gao Yuan was no match... He was beaten down in a few moves..."

Cheng Guangde frowned. Gao Yuan was the best guard in the Cheng residence, already at the initial stage of Qi Condensation. If he was beaten down in a few moves, this person must be a formidable expert. The Nine Gates Inspectorate was a powerful position, backed by the Seventh Prince, and had been rampant in recent years. Who would dare to challenge him, a powerful minister?

"Let's go, I'll see who this bastard is, daring to break into the Nine Gates Inspectorate in broad daylight. I'll show him what it means to be tired of living!" Cheng Guangde slapped the solid wooden table, which cracked like tofu, leaving a deep palm print. The servant shuddered and quickly led the way.

In a moment, master and servant arrived at the front courtyard. At the bottom of the steps, a tall middle-aged man was still cursing: "Cheng Guangde, you cowardly turtle, don't think that just because you have a powerful backer, I'm afraid of you. Today, if you don't hand over your son to pay for my Li'er's life, I'll tear down your Inspectorate and twist off your dog's head!"

Cheng Guangde's face turned ashen with anger. He saw that the courtyard was littered with injured guards, many with broken limbs, groaning on the ground. Even the seven Qi Condensation experts, including Gao Yuan, were not spared. This person must be extremely angry to have attacked so fiercely. His ruthless actions had almost completely crippled the Nine Gates Inspectorate's defenses, which was why Cheng Guangde's face was so grim.

"Song Xinghai, what madness has possessed you? The Nine Gates Inspectorate and your Dukedom have always been on good terms. I, Cheng Guangde, have never wronged you. Why are you attacking my residence? Do you think that just because you are a Duke, you can act without restraint? Let's go to the Emperor and settle this!"

Cheng Guangde recognized the "vicious person" as Song Xinghai, the most timid and weak Duke in the royal family. Despite his higher rank, Cheng Guangde, backed by the powerful Seventh Prince, had never taken this peace-loving Duke seriously and was not afraid of him.

"Good terms? Your son, Cheng Zhengxiang, and a group of scoundrels beat my Li'er to near death, breaking all his bones. He probably doesn't have much time left. An eye for an eye, a life for a life. Today, you must hand over your wicked son to pay for my Li'er's life, or I'll kill everyone in your Inspectorate!"

Song Xinghai, grieving for his injured son, unleashed all his pent-up courage. As a top expert with royal blood, his anger was formidable.

Cheng Zhengxiang beat Song Li to near death? Cheng Guangde's heart sank. His intuition told him that Song Xinghai was telling the truth. On one hand, Cheng Zhengxiang and the Seventh Prince's son, Song Moran, had been bullying the capital, and Cheng Guangde had heard about it. With the young prince as his backer, he wasn't afraid of any trouble.

Song Li and Pang Da were not easy to provoke either, often causing conflicts. It was normal for them to fight, but Song Li, a waste, was no match for Cheng Zhengxiang and would certainly be beaten. On the other hand, Song Xinghai, usually timid and peace-loving, was now furious, which could only be due to the loss of his son. What else could drive him to such a state?

This was a serious problem. Regardless of how incompetent Song Xinghai was or how much Song Li was a waste, they were still members of the royal family, sharing the same bloodline as the Emperor. If the son of a Duke was killed by a minister's son and the Emperor did nothing, what would that say about the royal family's dignity?

So Cheng Guangde's attitude softened immediately. He forced a smile and said, "Duke, let's talk. There's no problem that can't be solved. Let's sit down and discuss this calmly..."

"Discuss what? Discuss what nonsense! My Li'er is lying at home, his life hanging by a thread. Do you think I have the leisure to sit and talk? Hand over your son now. I want to take him to my Li'er and twist off his neck with my own hands to avenge my son!"

Song Xinghai refused to listen, pointing at Cheng Guangde's forehead and cursing.

Cheng Guangde was about to argue when a wailing voice came from the door: "Young Master, my Young Master... What are we going to do..."

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