Yang Yinghao was so angry that his three corpse gods nearly leapt out, and he rolled up his sleeves to step out from behind the desk, determined to let this rebellious son taste his father’s love.
Upon witnessing this, Yang Tiansheng didn’t hesitate to turn tail and run, shouting as he fled, "Thank you, Dad, for your understanding..."
Yang Yinghao watched his son’s retreating figure, his legs pumping so fast they created afterimages, until he disappeared like smoke. Gradually, the anger in Yang’s eyes dissipated. He turned back to his desk, dejected, picked up his large brush and murmured to himself in a low voice, "Extraordinary people do extraordinary things, and from extraordinary deeds emerge extraordinary people... Ah, the shoots have grown taller than the bamboo!"
It was then that he belatedly realized his wayward son had never changed; he was still that cheeky monkey who wanted to live a life of significance...
...
Just a few days later, news spread throughout the martial world of the South that "The Manifestation of the True Immortal," Yang Erlang, would mediate the conflict between the Ming Sect, White Lotus Sect, and Five Poisons Cult.
The heroes and heroines of the Southern martial world had mixed feelings about this matter.
Some were overjoyed, eagerly awaiting Yang Erlang’s arrival like a drought yearns for rain, heralding him as the world’s number one for possessing such courage and responsibility.
Others accused Yang Erlang of seeking fame and trying to gain attention under the guise of doing good, asking why he hadn’t intervened sooner, instead of waiting until the three sects had almost completely devoured the Southern martial world.
Still, others were convinced Yang Erlang was abetting tyranny, not only failing to uphold justice for the weak or support the oppressed against the strong but also defending the ruthless practices of the three sects, undeserving of the title of the world’s number one...
Yang Tiansheng was right; the current state of the Southern martial world was murky, and no one could wade through it without getting dirty.
At that very moment, Wei Heng, who was presiding over the Eastern Factory’s encirclement and suppression of the Five Poisons Cult in Xiangxi, received a personal letter from Yang Tiansheng. He immediately led a contingent of the Eastern Factory’s elite troops northward, traveling via Yueyang Lake to the Yangtze River and swiftly towards Fengyang.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the Eastern Factory’s three large ships entered the territory of Jiujiang, they were intercepted by a solitary, flat boat.
Wei Heng, alarmed by what he thought of when informed by his subordinates, got up quickly and walked from the cabin to the bow of the ship. He peered at the approaching boat through the misty river, where the silhouette of a figure in black wearing a conical hat was faintly visible at the stern...
Wei Heng’s mind whirled, and with a broad smile on his face, he cupped his hands from a distance and called out, "I am Liu Xian of the venerable Eastern Factory. May I ask who you are and why you are blocking my path?"
"I am Xu Hongru, the Western Heavenly King of the White Lotus Sect..."
The figure on the stern leaped into the river, advancing swiftly over the water with strides covering several meters saying, "I am here by order to claim Wei’s head!"
Wei Heng’s face turned ashen, without hesitation, he grabbed Cao Ying, the second-in-command standing by his side, and whispered urgently, "The person coming is either Yang Potian from the Ming Sect or Yan Shijun from the Five Poisons Cult, most likely Yang Potian... We must flee!"
Having said that, he leaped toward the figure on the river, launching two punches that sent forth two golden, dragon-shaped Qi Forces.
The figure on the river, walking as if on solid ground, did not show any signs of evasion as a fiery red Qi Force, resembling a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring into the sky, shattered the two dragon-shaped Qi Forces and charged at Wei Heng.
Wei Heng, utterly shocked, screamed at the top of his lungs, "Overlord Lifting Tripods!"
The mighty True Qi from his Sky Gang Youth Skill surged out, forming a colossal bronze cauldron phantom around him.
"Bang."
The fiery red Qi Force slammed against the bronze cauldron with such force that Wei Heng spat blood and was knocked back, crashing into the ship behind him. His eyes nearly splitting with fury, he looked at the black-clothed figure charging towards him and mustered the last of his strength to shout, "You are..."
"Bang."
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The black-clothed figure collided with Wei Heng, breaking through the ship’s deck and crashing into the cabin below.