Chapter 2

Only after losing something do you learn to cherish it.

Only after losing something do you understand what is truly precious.

In the ten thousand years of his immortal life, Tang Xiu's thoughts were always haunted by his mother, and his mother on Earth almost became the only demon in his cultivation journey.

Now, as he once again had her, Tang Xiu's heart was filled with intense emotion, and he silently vowed to protect his mother well.

Tang Xiu was already blaming himself for his outburst that had frightened his mother. When he heard the mocking and cursing from Zhang Meiyun and Su Xiangfei, he naturally became furious and rebuked them without hesitation.

After the thread of soul from the immortal realm returned to his body, Tang Xiu showed no outward change, but in reality, he had undergone a tremendous transformation.

The change in Tang Xiu was not just the restoration of his soul and the recovery of his wisdom from a year ago. He had undergone a qualitative transformation from head to toe, from inside out.

First, Tang Xiu's senses were enhanced by more than ten times, and his brain's processing speed increased by nearly a hundred times. He could see and hear everything everyone in the room was doing, and all the information was instantly processed by his brain.

Second, his control over his body reached an astonishing level. It felt like he had been bound by ropes all along, and suddenly the ropes broke, freeing him from his restraints, and a new world opened up before him.

Finally, in the ten thousand years in the immortal realm, whether as a spoiled grandson of the Holy Sect or a towering figure, he had always been in a high position, accustomed to giving orders and acting imperiously. The accumulated aura over the years was beyond what ordinary people could imagine. After the thread of soul from the immortal realm returned, Tang Xiu on Earth inevitably possessed this aura.

With Tang Xiu's fierce shout, the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point, and everyone in the room shivered involuntarily. Zhang Meiyun and Su Xiangfei, in particular, were like someone whose throat had been grabbed, unable to utter a word.

"Tang Xiu, who gave you the right to shout at us? Do you have any sense of respect? You still have the nerve to talk after stealing money?" After a brief silence, Su Shangwen stepped forward and rebuked him, his voice harsh but his heart trembling.

Su Shangwen vaguely sensed a change in his nephew, a change that made him extremely uncomfortable, even giving him a sense of danger. However, he couldn't figure out what had changed. Seeing his wife and son completely suppressed by his nephew's aura, he had to step in and speak.

"Su Shangwen, what right do you have to talk about respect?"

"Having tens of millions in assets, you abandoned your parents, letting them live a hard life in the countryside with your elder brother, and even split the medical and living expenses with your brother and sister-in-law. Is this what you call respect?"

"At family gatherings, Su Yaning and Su Xiangfei beat and curse their elders, and you and your wife act arrogantly and imperiously, showing off your power. Is this what you call respect?"

"Every time we have a banquet, your grandparents, uncle, and we, the mother and son, have never been short of our share, but you always find excuses to say there are too many people, and we don't even have the right to sit at the table. Is this what you call respect?"

Tang Xiu ignored Su Shangwen's fierce gaze, glanced at him sideways, and began to list his grievances, counting on his fingers.

Su Shangwen, who had been in business for over twenty years, had accumulated some authority and was used to giving orders in front of the family. He thought that with a fierce rebuke, Tang Xiu would immediately stammer and be unable to speak.

What Su Shangwen didn't expect was that Tang Xiu not only didn't cower or retreat in the face of his fierce rebuke but also confronted him head-on. The aura around Tang Xiu was not weaker than his own but steadily overpowered him.

Faced with Tang Xiu's accusations, Su Shangwen was caught off guard, his face turning red like a monkey's bottom, and a wave of inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

"You ungrateful bastard, since your mother can't control you, I'll discipline you!" After being left speechless by Tang Xiu's words, Su Shangwen couldn't help but fly into a rage. He raised his hand and slapped Tang Xiu's face.

Seeing Su Shangwen actually dare to hit him, Tang Xiu couldn't help but sneer. In the ten thousand years in the immortal realm, everyone who dared to fight him had been reduced to dust.

Tang Xiu's mind flickered, and he instinctively wanted to use immortal techniques to punish this ignorant mortal.

The next moment, Tang Xiu's face turned pale.

Tang Xiu was used to his identity in the immortal realm but had forgotten that on Earth, he was just an ordinary mortal, with no trace of spiritual energy in his body, and a body weaker than even an average person.

While Tang Xiu was stunned, Su Shangwen's face twisted into a sinister and triumphant smile, and his hand was less than ten centimeters from Tang Xiu's face.

Seeing Su Shangwen's hand about to strike his face, Tang Xiu's face turned red with anger and shame. He hadn't suffered any loss in the immortal realm for nearly ten thousand years, and now he was about to be slapped by an ordinary person?

"Su Shangwen, you dare!" Tang Xiu almost screamed hysterically, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light.

"I... I dare, as your uncle, I have the right to discipline you!" Su Shangwen was startled by Tang Xiu's fierce gaze and hesitated in his action.

After finishing his sentence, Su Shangwen, angry at Tang Xiu's defiance, not only didn't pull back but hit Tang Xiu's face even harder.

However, Su Shangwen's hesitation gave Tang Xiu a chance to dodge. While Su Shangwen was speaking to bolster his courage, Tang Xiu had already moved to the side.

Just as Tang Xiu thought he had avoided the blow, a sharp "slap" sounded in his ear, making his heart skip a beat.

Tang Xiu turned around in shock and saw that Su Shangwen's slap had landed on his mother's face.

Tang Xiu then remembered that he had been in his mother's arms, and she had been standing right behind him. After he dodged, Su Shangwen's slap naturally landed on his mother's face.

Regret, pain, anger, and self-reproach instantly overwhelmed Tang Xiu's heart.

"No, based on Su Shangwen's position and the length of his arm, that slap couldn't have reached my mother's face. He must have been so angry after I dodged that he deliberately took the opportunity to hit my mother." In a flash, Tang Xiu replayed the scene in his mind and then looked at Su Shangwen coldly.

When Tang Xiu saw Su Shangwen's slightly leaning body and the mocking smile on his lips, his anger reached its peak.

Almost instinctively, Tang Xiu wanted to rush forward and fight Su Shangwen to the death.

But looking at Su Shangwen's bear-like body and considering his own frail constitution, Tang Xiu forcibly suppressed his impulse.

However, Tang Xiu did not intend to remain silent. If Su Shangwen's family's verbal insults had only made him angry, Su Shangwen's deliberate slap on his mother, Su Lingyun, had crossed a line, making Tang Xiu extremely disgusted with the entire family.

"Without any magical treasures, cultivation, or even a strong body, how can I deal with this situation?" Tang Xiu glared at Su Shangwen, his mind racing.

"I've got it!" After a moment, Tang Xiu's eyes lit up.

In the ten thousand years in the immortal realm, Tang Xiu had practiced countless techniques and had a vast collection of cultivation methods. He vaguely remembered a technique called the "Yuan Burning Technique" that could solve his current problem.

The "Yuan Burning Technique" was a common method in the immortal realm, similar to a breathing technique. It required no cultivation foundation and could be used by ordinary people, though it would consume a small amount of life potential without causing significant harm to the body.

Of course, the effect of the "Yuan Burning Technique" was limited, only temporarily increasing strength.

Although Tang Xiu's body was weak and he could not match Su Shangwen, if he could accumulate and concentrate his strength and seize the right moment to burst out, he was confident that he could overpower Su Shangwen with his close-combat skills.

"Su Shangwen, why did you hit my mother? I'll fight you to the death!" After a few breaths, when Tang Xiu's strength had accumulated to a certain level, he saw that Su Shangwen had no intention of apologizing to his mother, who silently endured the slap. He roared and charged at Su Shangwen.

Tang Xiu's shouting and charging seemed like a loss of reason due to anger, but it was also a natural reaction for a sixteen-year-old.

After some time of integration, Tang Xiu had fully adapted to his identity on Earth and made the most appropriate response at that moment.

"Brat, are you trying to scare me?" Seeing the thin, stick-like Tang Xiu charging at him, Su Shangwen's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. He shouted, "I was just trying to teach you a lesson. You dodged randomly, and that's why your mother got slapped. Blame yourself, not me."

While speaking, Su Shangwen casually reached out to push Tang Xiu aside.

There was a sharp "crack," and Su Shangwen's arm dislocated.

Before Su Shangwen could even groan in pain, he felt an immense force collide with his abdomen, almost making him vomit everything he had eaten at the banquet. But Tang Xiu's hands poked him randomly, making him unable to vomit, leaving him dizzy and in excruciating pain.

In intense pain, Su Shangwen's head moved like a drowning person, flailing his hands aimlessly, trying to grab a lifeline.

"Help! Murder!"

"So much blood, call the police."

"What a nice birthday party, how did it turn into this? Was it worth it for three thousand yuan?"

Before losing consciousness, Su Shangwen faintly heard a panic-stricken cry and sobbing, but he couldn't understand what had happened.

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