Chapter 81

A young girl, only a year or two older than Xiaomei, ran into the room. Yang Junshan recognized her as the daughter of Aunt Jiu, Yang Junqi, who was the tenth in the third generation of the Yang family.

When Yang Junqi saw Yang Junshan, she was clearly taken aback, having long forgotten her fourth brother, Yang Junshan. Yang Tianling had already rushed out of the small courtyard, and Yang Junshan, without introducing himself, quickly followed.

In the distance, a group of people were seen kicking and beating someone. On the ground, four or five stones the size of eggs had rolled away. A young man in his early twenties stood outside the crowd, holding his shoulder, jumping and shouting, "Beat him, beat this heartless and ungrateful thing to death! If it weren't for our Yang family taking him in, this little slut would have been sold to a brothel long ago, where would she have the strength to ambush me!"

"Stop!" Yang Tianling moved swiftly, using her spiritual energy to run. Seeing the scene, she became even more anxious and shouted loudly, "Twelfth Brother, tell your people to stop, did you hear me!"

The young man, seeing Yang Tianling running over from a distance, coldly snorted but still shouted at the group of people. They all stopped and looked back, seeing Yang Tianling with a dark face running over, they all looked embarrassed and hid behind the young man.

Yang Tianling, without scolding the crowd, quickly walked to where the group had been surrounding. A small girl, thin and ragged, with disheveled hair and bruises all over her body, was curled up on the ground, trembling.

"Xiaotong, Xiaotong, how are you? Where are you hurt?"

Yang Tianling's voice was already tinged with tears, gently holding the little girl in her arms. The little girl's bruised hands protecting her face were revealed. Although her face was covered in dust, there were no other injuries.

"Sister-in-law, I'm fine!"

The little girl's voice was low, trembling, clearly enduring the pain in her body.

The young man, seeing this, quickly gestured to his followers to leave. He noticed a young man of similar height standing not far from him, looking at a familiar face, the young man was taken aback, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. Then, as if he had just realized something, he glared fiercely at the young man, but the young man seemed to ignore his glare.

"Everyone, stop!"

Yang Tianling checked the little girl's injuries, finding they were all superficial and not internal, she breathed a sigh of relief. But seeing a little girl beaten so badly by a group of people, how could she contain her anger? Seeing the group about to leave, she immediately stood up angrily and said to the young man, "Xiaoshou, what's going on here? Don't you recognize him? How could you hit him so hard?"

The young man, retracting his fierce gaze from Yang Junshan, immediately put on a委屈 (wronged) look and complained to Yang Tianling, "Sister, how can you blame me? You know this little brat has ambushed me more than once. She always hides on the path I take and throws stones at me. Look, look, this time she hit my shoulder, it's all swollen."

The young man took off his shirt to show Yang Tianling, saying, "I can't just let someone hit me without retaliating, even a clay figure has a bit of temper, let alone this isn't the first time. She got what she deserved!"

Yang Tianling seemed to know the situation, clearly this wasn't the first time it had happened. While cleaning the dust off the girl in her arms, she said angrily, "She's just a little girl, and you can hit her so hard? How old are you? Your cultivation has already reached the Foundation of Immortality, and you still have the nerve to complain about being hit by a thirteen-year-old girl with a stone?"

The young man "hehe" laughed, saying, "When I get angry, I can't think of anything else. Besides, she's an outsider and she's so arrogant in our Yang family, throwing stones at me more than once. If it weren't for your sake, I wouldn't have held back until now."

"But she's still a child, and you hitting her like this is wrong!"

Yang Tianling's tone was still stern, but a hint of helplessness and difficulty appeared on her face.

The young man smiled and said, "Yes, yes, this time I hit her too hard, but Sister, I have to say, if this little brat keeps acting like this, don't blame me for not giving you face. I can't believe that in our own family, we have to live in fear!"

With that, the young man turned to his followers and was about to leave. But as he passed Yang Junshan, he suddenly stopped and sneered, "Some people, if they had the guts to leave, shouldn't come back. Not only do they have no face to come back, but they also bring their little brats back to take advantage of the Yang family. Bah, what a bunch of scum!"

Faced with the young man's veiled insults, Yang Junshan naturally retorted, "It seems some people need more discipline. At twenty-one, you're still at the Foundation of Immortality. You've wasted the past five or six years!"

This young man was Yang Tiangang's half-brother, Yang Junshan's twelfth uncle, Yang Xiaoshou.

As the youngest son of Yang Lie and Wang Shi, both Yang Lie and Wang Shi doted on him to the extreme. Yang Lie, who was originally strict with the younger generation, became very lenient with this youngest son, perhaps because he was getting older and more mellow. This doting nature led to Yang Xiaoshou's arrogant and tyrannical behavior in the Yang family and even in the entire Qingstone Town.

Yang Xiaoshou had decent talent, but he was spoiled and couldn't bear the tedium and pain of cultivation. He spent his days playing with eagles and dogs, causing trouble, and no one in Qingstone Town dared to discipline him.

Finally, Yang Tiangang, who couldn't stand it anymore, personally disciplined his little brother several times. Yang Tiangang was a kind person, and seeing that a few reprimands didn't solve the problem, he didn't want his little brother to waste his cultivation talent. So, he began to personally supervise Yang Xiaoshou's cultivation.

Yang Xiaoshou, who was restrained by Yang Tiangang, dared to be angry but couldn't speak up. Instead of appreciating Yang Tiangang's efforts, he harbored resentment. However, during the years he was restrained, his cultivation improved significantly.

Five years ago, when the Yang Junshan family left Qingstone Town, this young man was jumping and shouting, following the carriage, cursing. At that time, Yang Xiaoshou, who was sixteen or seventeen, had already reached the fourth level of the Mortal Mirror. Now, five years later, his cultivation was still at the fourth level of the Mortal Mirror, showing no progress.

Although Yang Xiaoshou was tyrannical, he was actually a coward. He was deeply afraid of Yang Tiangang, who had disciplined him. Over the years, Yang Tiangang had returned to Qingstone Town several times, and each time, this young man would stay far away, not daring to face Yang Tiangang. When he saw Yang Junshan just now, he thought it was his third brother returning to the family, and he was startled. But then he realized that his third brother couldn't be younger or have lower cultivation than him, so he immediately recognized who it was and became arrogant, wanting to mock Yang Junshan to regain the face he had lost to Yang Tiangang.

He didn't expect that this nephew not only wasn't afraid but also had a sharp tongue, immediately hitting his sore spot, making him furious. "How dare you talk to your twelfth uncle like that? Third Brother really raised a good son. Today, I'll teach you a lesson for him!"

With that, Yang Xiaoshou slapped Yang Junshan's face.

Yang Junshan, of course, wouldn't let him hit him. He moved his feet and easily dodged.

"Yang Xiaoshou, what are you doing!"

Yang Tianling, who had just helped the little girl stand up, saw Yang Xiaoshou and Yang Junshan fighting and shouted. This shout also made Yang Xiaoshou's followers, who were eager to join in, hesitate.

Yang Tianling knew the grudge between her third brother and her little brother, and she was angry. Bullying a child, where was the dignity of an uncle?

"Good boy, you dare to dodge, you're really asking for it!"

Yang Xiaoshou's slap missed, and he immediately changed his palm to a fist, using a move from the Wild Ox Fist called "Horn Swing" to strike Yang Junshan's shoulder. The wind from the punch and the spiritual energy in his fist were so powerful that if it hit, a typical fourteen or fifteen-year-old at the third level of the Mortal Mirror would likely have their shoulder broken.

This wasn't a lesson; it was an attack, a revenge.

Yang Junshan coldly snorted and punched with both fists, not dodging, but meeting Yang Xiaoshou's punch head-on.

"Good boy, you dare to fight back, you're asking for death!"

Yang Xiaoshou, instead of getting angry, increased the power of his punch. Spiritual energy overflowed from his fists, distorting the space around them, and he aimed directly at Yang Junshan's fists. At the same time, his left hand was ready to strike with a move from the Wild Ox Fist called "Hidden Horn."

Yang Junshan, who could guess Yang Xiaoshou's next move with his eyes closed, heard a "slap" as Yang Xiaoshou's fist collided with his two fists. The expected crushing sound didn't happen, nor did the sound of pain. Instead, Yang Xiaoshou's fist felt like it hit two iron bars, making him wince in pain.

Without thinking, Yang Xiaoshou's hidden fist in his waist was about to follow, but Yang Junshan suddenly changed his Wild Ox Fist style. His previously iron-hard arms became like two soft snakes, wrapping around Yang Xiaoshou's arms.

Before Yang Xiaoshou's punch could land, Yang Junshan's arms suddenly twisted, and Yang Xiaoshou's arms made a "cracking" sound, as if they were about to break, causing him to howl in pain. The other fist couldn't land.

Although Yang Xiaoshou couldn't bear the pain, he wasn't stupid. He knew his cultivation was higher than Yang Junshan's. Despite his loud cries, he immediately retaliated with his spiritual energy, trying to overpower Yang Junshan.

However, no matter how many waves of spiritual energy Yang Xiaoshou sent, Yang Junshan's spiritual energy remained like a solid rock, being swallowed by the waves but also shattering them, remaining unmoved.

The more Yang Xiaoshou used his spiritual energy, the more shocked he became. Not only could he not overpower Yang Junshan, but the force from his arms grew stronger, and he couldn't bear it. To reduce the pain in his arms, he had to turn his back to Yang Junshan, completely at his mercy. If Yang Junshan wanted to, he could punch him in the back or twist his neck to kill him.

Yang Xiaoshou, embarrassed and controlled by a fourteen-year-old, turned to see Yang Tianling, feeling no shame but seeing a savior. He cried out, "Sister, Sister, quick, quick, it hurts so much!"

Yang Tianling was embarrassed by her brother's behavior but still said, "Xiaoshan, let go of your twelfth uncle. He's just a troublemaker, don't take it to heart."

"Such a coward!" Yang Junshan cursed under his breath, pushed his arms forward, and sent Yang Xiaoshou flying, knocking down several of his followers.

Yang Xiaoshou was helped up by his followers, glared at Yang Junshan, and said, "You'll see," before leaving with his followers in a sorry state.

Yang Tianling looked at Yang Xiaoshou and then at Yang Junshan, saying helplessly, "Xiaoshan, are you, are you okay?"

Yang Junshan could feel Yang Tianling's difficulty and smiled, "I'm fine, Aunt Jiu. If there's nothing else, I'll leave."

Yang Tianling nodded, not knowing what to say, her face showing some awkwardness.

Just as Yang Junshan was about to leave, a small figure appeared behind Yang Tianling, looking at him. It was the little girl who had been beaten by Yang Xiaoshou and his group.

Yang Junshan nodded to the little girl and walked past her, leaving without looking back.

"Sister-in-law, who is this person? He's not old, but he's so strong!"

Yang Tianling, looking at Yang Junshan's back, said, "He's my third brother's son, Xiaotong. Don't go ambushing Tian寿 (Tianshou) anymore. It won't help and will only make them angrier."

The little girl nodded, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I won't do it again. I'll focus on my cultivation. What belongs to our Peng family, I'll take it back myself."

Yang Tianling's face showed even more difficulty, and she said bitterly, "Let's go back first, we'll talk about this later!"

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I'm sorry, it rained heavily in Shijiazhuang today, and the neighborhood had no water or electricity. I just got back, almost went to an internet cafe. This chapter is late, and I won't be able to finish another chapter today.

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