Chapter 2

"Truly a born fool, always rebelling, always getting beaten, so despicable!"

"Who would have thought being a garbage collector could be so profitable? Is there still any justice in the world?"

"Haha, the more money his grandfather, the garbage collector, makes, the more we can rob!"

"This fool is going to be fired today. I’m afraid we won’t have his money to respect us in the future."

The three young men, clutching the silver coins they had just robbed, spat out their words. Xue Hao, with a dark face, cursed, "This damn fool is really no good, cutting off my source of income!"

Not far from the three, on the ground, lay a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen, his clothes in tatters, covered in dust, but with a refined and handsome appearance.

The boy's once dull and muddled gaze had cleared, his eyes reflecting a vast and clear sky, his heart surging with emotion.

"This is—my physical body!"

He let out a long sigh in his heart, his eyes flashing with maturity and沧桑 (沧桑 translates to '沧桑' which means 'weathered' or 'aged' in this context, but it's better to use 'wisdom' or 'age' in English for a more natural flow) beyond his years.

At this moment, the soul within the boy was Yang Qingxuan from Earth.

After disappearing in the ancient bronze array, his consciousness, or soul, had fused with this body, like a wanderer returning home, a bird returning to its nest.

If the Yang Qingxuan of the great masters of Huaxia was the main soul, then the original soul within this body was merely a fragment of Yang Qingxuan.

Now, with the two souls united, he was finally complete.

Subsequently, fragmented memories from the residual soul flooded into Yang Qingxuan's mind, giving him a vague understanding of himself and this world.

He was a student at Tiancong Academy, with a grandfather named Yang Zhao who worked as a janitor to support his education.

Today was the annual assessment at the academy. On his way back, he encountered Xue Hao and the others, who had robbed him of his living expenses.

"Fool, I’m in a bad mood today. Quickly bark like a dog to entertain me, and if you do it well, I’ll let you go."

"Haha, this fool is mentally deficient, he should bark like a dog!"

Yang Qingxuan was just organizing his thoughts when he heard the three men's mocking and abusive words.

"Damn, we’re talking to you, don’t lie there pretending to be dead!"

Xue Hao kicked Yang Qingxuan's head.

Seeing the fierce kick, Yang Qingxuan suddenly sat up, narrowly avoiding it.

Xue Hao was taken aback, thinking it was a coincidence, and cursed as he walked up, "I kick you, and you dare to dodge?" He kicked again.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and said, "Is your mother looking for you?"

Xue Hao, under his gaze, felt an inexplicable tremor, a hint of fear, and asked subconsciously, "What do you mean?"

"I mean—do you want to die?!"

As he spoke, Yang Qingxuan's face darkened, and he lightly tapped with two fingers, a vortex of energy forming in his palm.

It seemed like a casual gesture, but it was one of the most powerful techniques in Huaxia martial arts, the "Formless Catastrophe Finger." With the two souls united, his body was filled with surging energy, brimming with inexhaustible strength.

From form to formless, from the ethereal to the real, it pierced through Xue Hao's calf like a finger through tofu, creating a bloody hole with a "pop."

"Ah! It hurts—!" The piercing scream shook the birds and leaves.

Xue Hao's face turned pale, his eyes wide like a dead fish, unable to believe what he saw on his calf.

The hole where Yang Qingxuan's finger had struck was as big as a child's fist, blood gushing out, instantly staining the ground.

He was dazed, unable to react.

Zhou Cang and Hu Ding were also stunned, and they shouted in anger, "Fool, what are you doing?!"

One of them transformed his hand into a palm, the other condensed his right hand into a finger, and they attacked from both sides.

In their eyes, Yang Qingxuan should be the lowest of the low, a piece of trash to be bullied and exploited. This had been the case for three years, and it should continue.

They despised Yang Qingxuan from the bottom of their hearts, despised the weak.

But this weak, trash-like person dared to resist, making the two of them furious and ready to kill.

After his move, Yang Qingxuan stood still, memories of the past flooding his mind...

In this world, the strong rule, and the weak are like ants, like fish on a chopping board, to be slaughtered and humiliated at will.

"You are a descendant of the Yang family. No matter what, your grandfather will do everything to cultivate you into a true martial artist!" Yang Zhao was full of hope, but his deep eyes hid a sorrow and sadness that were hard to detect.

Young Yang Qingxuan couldn't understand the sadness, but he could see the gray hair, the withered figure on the ancient path, condensed into a hunched back in the cold wind.

This figure, heavy as a mountain, lingered in his mind, constantly driving him forward.

In his heart, he might not have understood the cruel laws of the world, nor had he ever thought of rising to prominence.

He just held a small obsession, never giving up no matter how much hard training, endurance, ridicule, and bullying he endured, no matter how helpless, depressed, painful, or lost he felt.

For fifteen years, through scorching heat and bitter cold, from spring to autumn.

"Because I have a dream!"

"I want to become a true martial artist!"

The seed of this dream, buried deep in his heart, finally sprouted with the return of the main soul, beginning to take root and grow...

His thoughts returned, and Yang Qingxuan slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a faint light appeared at the corners of his eyes, and a fierce killing intent shot out from his pupils.

He casually brushed off the dust from his clothes, the white robe fluttering without wind, like flowing water.

Zhou Cang and Hu Ding's hearts trembled, a sense of foreboding rising in their minds. They added more energy to their attacks and shouted, "Fool, you dare to resist?!"

"It's time to settle the score!"

Yang Qingxuan's face turned cold, and he kicked Xue Hao's crotch with a move called "Wild Geese Landing on the Sand." A loud "bang" echoed, and Xue Hao screamed, his face turning purple as he was thrown back.

Zhou Cang and Hu Ding's attacks followed, and they roared, "Fool, how dare you!"

Yang Qingxuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and he calmly drew a circle with his hands in front of him.

As he moved, the wind stirred, and a circle of energy formed in front of him, whistling and expanding.

"Dragon's Regret!"

Leaves on the ground rose with the energy vortex, swirling like a dragon in the air. Yang Qingxuan, with his clear and handsome face, stood amidst the falling petals, like a divine warrior descending from the heavens.

In the Huaxia Empire, martial arts were highly developed, and the Dragon Subduing Palm had eighteen energy waves. The energy waves were like the sea, and when the move was executed, it was like a series of mountains, continuous and unending!

Yang Qingxuan had practiced this palm technique for over a decade. With one strike, the eighteen energy waves were executed in one breath. The true essence in his body flowed through his meridians like a surging river, endless and boundless!

Even the genetically enhanced warriors on Earth would be reduced to ashes under this palm.

With the perfect integration of spirit and flesh, the power of this palm was unleashed to its fullest extent, and the sound of his bones cracking echoed as all his meridians were instantly unblocked, his vitality surging like bamboo shoots after the rain, growing stronger and stronger!

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