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Tomorrow is a good day, ng Yu's sixteenth birthday. Of course, besides Teacher Chen, there probably isn't anyone else who rembers this day.
Well, maybe Little Swallow knows, she has been acting mysteriously these past several days, as if she wants to do sothing, saying that I'm older than you by half a year, just wait for the surprise your sister has for you.
By a fortunate coincidence, ng Yu also wants to properly celebrate.
The ng Family's large estate is extraordinarily lively today. Old Master ng is eighty-one this year, and his children and grandchildren gather around him. Though there are incessant squabbles on regular days, today, everyone still happily extends their congratulations to Old Master ng.
No matter what, the ng Family is now a great clan in Greenwood City. Even though they have yet to produce a Foundation Building Cultivator, they're still considered a local prominent family.
Today is a family banquet. There are no outsiders in the house, just the family gathered together boisterously. At this mont, the old butler stepped forward.
"Old Master, ng Yu requests an audience, and he seems to bear ill will."
"What does that unfilial wretch want?"
Old Master ng's face also turned livid with rage. He was utterly convinced that ng Tianyou's death was related to ng Yu. ng Yu had crossed the line — if it weren't for the warnings of powerful individuals, he would have already taken ng Yu's life!
"He's also carrying a sword on his back, refusing to take it off."
The butler added another sentence. Wearing a sword is the custom of this era, but for junior family mbers to visit their elders and refuse to lay down their swords signifies a complete break in relations.
"Very well, very well, I actually want to see what he really intends to do!" said Old Master ng with a cold laugh, ordering ng Yu to be called in.
"You little beast, what do you want!"
ng Tianyou's wife was the one who spoke; she started shouting and cursing out loud.
"I've looked into the roots of the ng Family and found out that a hundred years ago, ng Haoyu (Old Master ng's father), was a thug and bully with a criminal record. Later, he got lucky, married into a rich family, and began to prosper. In theory, it takes three generations to cultivate a respectable deanor. After so many years, the ng Family ought to carry themselves with so dignity, but..."
ng Yu shook his head, "Guests should be welco at the door, yet you don't even understand that much."
"Heh, what are you trying to say?" Old Master ng asked with a sneer.
He achieved Qi Cultivation Great Perfection over a decade ago. Although he's now old and weakened, he certainly isn't afraid of ng Yu.
"Nothing much. I just want to ask who pissed in the urn of ashes."
ng Yu's voice suddenly turned cold.
At that mont, he rembered all the past experiences of his previous life. At the age of ten, he lost his parents and was taken into the custody of these seemingly kind and gentle people. They weren't foolish enough to hit or scold him, but the silent abuse never stopped. They created countless obstacles in his path to growth, including preventing him from obtaining the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, driving him into a corner. This old master didn't pay any mind because he didn't see any value in this "brat."
To him, those without value could just serve as whetstones for others.
"Pissing? Soone pissed in your parents' urn of ashes?"
"If soone did, you should report it to the police, shouldn't you? Why co here, unless you think we haven't added enough?"
"Oh, how pitiful, I'm almost dead from laughter," they said, each one laughing as if they'd heard the most joyous news.
So approached ng Yu, reaching out to slap his face.
A yellow light flashed; the Golden Eight-Gate Diagram was activated, shielding the entire old mansion. Of course, the people inside couldn't leave now, including to send out any ssages.
Though soone had already posted the scene of ng Yu barging in to create a disturbance on their circle of friends, the video had stopped just as ng Yu asked who had peed.
The next instant, a flash of sword light swept through.
Sword light swift as a shuttle, it penetrates with a single point.
The man's voice stopped abruptly, leaving only a speck of blood on his forehead.
The sword was excellent, and the swordsmanship even better!
The three deadly moves of the White Crane Swordsmanship, the Crane Spirit Needle, just a simple thrust, but one that erupted with earth-shattering force.
The man who had reached for his face was the most highly skilled martial practitioner of his generation in the ng Family. He had prepared himself completely as he stood up to challenge.
He was on the fifth level of Qi Refinent; he was proficient in the Flying Dragon Eight Forms, and he also had a magic artifact at his disposal. He didn't think ng Yu was anything to fear at all!
Then, ng Yu struck with a single sword thrust.
The man fell to the ground like rotten wood, as a cry of horror filled the room.
"A few days ago, Taibai University agreed to admit in advance and offer the highest scholarship. At the sa ti, a Foundation Establishnt Great Perfection cultivator agreed to be my teacher. The reason?"
A drop of crimson blood glistened on the sword edge.
"Have you received a warning to not harass ?"
That drop of fresh blood finally fell to the ground.
"Perhaps you think it was one of my father's comrades-in-arms or my mother's superior who couldn't stand to watch anymore and intervened. But you never considered another possibility."
The blood hit the immaculate floor, blooming like red plum blossoms.
"I am actually a suppressed genius. Not only have I beco a Qi Refinent Practitioner, but I have also mastered the Sword Intent of the Wind."
His eyebrows twitched, and then, with another sweep of his sword, he struck again.
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Like a white crane spreading its wings in the wind, or a gentle breeze brushing the face, this sword, nad White Crane Spreads Its Wings!
The flawless circle of the sword parried the desperate attacks of two assailants; neither their magic artifacts nor their weapons could penetrate it.
Then, with a pivot and a slice of the sword light, not only did the two n fall to the ground, but the two lurking attackers behind them perished as well.
White Crane Swordsmanship's essence lies in mimicking the wing flaps and sharp beak strikes of a white crane; its defense graceful and impeccable, its offense as swift as a white crane pecking fish out of water.
In an instant, six out of the more than thirty people in the hall had died, and that was when Old Master ng finally realized what was happening.
His face turned an alarming shade of pale!
While the Immortal Sect preached equality between immortals and mortals, citizens were divided into different ranks, and the greater the contribution, the greater the power one received. The ng family had exhausted all their resources for years to cultivate a young Qi Refinent Practitioner of Fourth Rank, but the prospect of reaching Foundation Establishnt was utterly non-existent.
And now, ng Yu stood before everyone, informing them that he had grasped the Sword Intent on his fifteenth birthday, and he was here to kill.
"ng Yu, I..."
He wanted to say sothing, but with a flick of ng Yu's hand in the void, the Golden Eight-Gate Diagram began to change, walls of golden light isolating everyone to prevent them from banding together.
"Let this be dignified, please!"
The grandson did not curse or rage; what he possessed was a deep, deep intent to kill.
Turning around to look at those relatives and descendants who would fight over any advantage but were now retreating, and then back at ng Yu.
Profound regret surged in his heart, but at this mont, there was only one path left: to battle fiercely.
He too had once devoted himself to martial training; his Moonbreaker Blade Technique had reached the realm of Perfection. The boy before him hadn't practiced as long as he had, and his True Qi wasn't as profound; there was no need to be afraid of him!
As the weapon entered his grasp, a blade light, like a whiplash, swept towards ng Yu, who then saw a white crane stretching its limbs before him.
ng Yu's swordsmanship was not fast, one could even see every move, yet those actions were so graceful, pinpointing the critical monts of the blade technique!
His sword always appeared at the perfect place, streaks of sword light passing beside him like feathers from a white crane, blocking every line of attack and then to his horror, he saw the crane's wings unfold.
Realm never decides the outco of a battle, let alone since Old Master ng hadn't engaged in a fight with anyone for over a decade.
Old Master ng still wanted to say sothing, he even thought of kneeling to beg for rcy—anything to stay alive, no matter the cost...
A slash of light, and Old Master ng's head fell to the ground.
The most formidable mber of the ng family was dead, leaving the rest in a panic. They tried to flee, but the Golden Eight-Gate Diagram trapped them securely within the estate.
So begged ng Yu for rcy; others loudly reminded him of the tis they had held him when he was a child.
"Enough talk."
Once he started, there was no room for rcy. ng Yu slaughtered them as one would chop vegetables, until only two were left.
His aunt, and the cousin hailed as a genius.
"Tell , did you do it?"
With a flash of the long sword, his cousin's arm fell to the ground.
"You lunatic! So what if I pissed in a pot, what's it to you?"
The hand holding the sword fell to the ground, and in that instant, his cousin finally collapsed. "You bastard, you..."
Then, with another strike, his other hand dropped to the ground.
"No, please, no!"
At that mont, the plump woman finally realized what was happening and threw herself forward, trying to say sothing to ng Yu, but a spray of blood shot out, and she fell to the ground.
"Curse again, I want to hear it."
ng Yu watched the last survivor, his cousin, and spoke.
"I pissed in your parents' urn, you..."
Good, that was the piece he needed; the recorder he carried had captured everything, and then, a sword thrust pierced his cousin's brainstem, silencing his voice forever.
"Heh."
He turned around, looking at the room transford into a hellish scene—these were his blood relatives, once related to him in every possible way.
His mother, who had tried everything possible to fit into this group, his father, who had groveled and tried to get along with them, and he, at ten years old, naively thought that, no matter what, these people were his uncles, grandfathers, and relatives. He had nodded, allowing them to beco his guardians, and at sixteen, he had used all his ans, only to be trapped by them.
At this mont, ng Yu felt as if he could hear the original soul's manic laughter and sobs.
Do not commit small evils.
Settlent.
In his Divine Sense, a shiny black lotus seed pulsed, upon it a character: Hundred.
Becoming a demon brings Hundredfold Strength!
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