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Chapter 12

This young man is frivolous and lecherous by nature, frequenting pleasure houses and associating with a group of disreputable friends. In the area around the Yang family of Nanling, he often commits heinous acts, bullying the weak and relying on his strength to oppress others. Over time, the ordinary people of Yang Fortress and some of the family’s younger generation have come to keep their distance from him, with some even hating him to the core.

Even the family head, Henry Young, does not like him.

However, Fatty Lee is doted on and spoiled by the Yang family’s patriarch.

Since the family head Henry Young has only Amanda Young, his daughter, and no sons, the Yang family patriarch has taken special care of this orphaned nephew.

Who is the patriarch? He is the first generation of the current Nanling Yang family, holding a position of great authority. Even the family head dares not go against his decisions.

Therefore, under the protection of the Yang family patriarch, even if Fatty Lee commits heinous acts, no one dares to truly punish him. The family head turns a blind eye, at most giving a verbal reprimand.

In the past, only Brian Young, the family’s number one genius, had given Fatty Lee a harsh lesson.

Even when Fatty Lee complained to the patriarch, nothing came of it. After all, Brian Young is the pride of the family, and his master, Elder Clark, is extremely powerful, a standout among the second generation.

“Well, isn’t this the number one genius of our Yang Fortress?”

A bright smile appeared on Fatty Lee’s face as he looked at Brian Young with ill intent, completely ignoring Eric Young standing to the side.

Three months ago, Brian Young had given Fatty Lee a severe beating, and he had held a grudge ever since.

Now, Brian Young has lost his powers and become a cripple. For Fatty Lee, what could be more satisfying?

The ordinary people around Yang Fortress, upon seeing Fatty Lee arrive, showed fear on their faces, but in their hearts, they hated him bitterly.

“Thanks for the compliment. I’m just a useless cripple now,”

Brian Young said calmly, reaching out to restrain his younger brother, who was about to lose his temper.

“Hahaha... In that case, I’ll call you ‘Yang family’s number one good-for-nothing.’ What do you think, Brother Brian?”

Fatty Lee put on an innocent-looking smile.

“You’re asking for it!”

Eric Young broke free from Brian Young’s hand, formed a spell with his fingers, and spiritual light flashed as a wave of heat surged through the air.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Three fireballs shot from his hand, their dazzling flames throwing the crowd into chaos.

“Ah! Run!”

“Oh no, the cultivators are fighting...”

...

Fatty Lee was shocked, not expecting Eric Young to actually attack him. He hurriedly pulled out a blue talisman and infused it with spiritual power.

In an instant, the blue talisman formed a blue water shield in front of him, with faint blue light flowing inside.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

The three fireballs struck the blue water shield, sending ripples across its surface.

“You brats, and that ‘number one good-for-nothing of the Yang family,’ just you wait!”

Taking advantage of the chaos, Fatty Lee slipped away. In a real fight, he was no match for Eric Young.

This young man has never cared for cultivation. Even though the Yang family patriarch has given him many elixirs and secret manuals, he is still only a beginner at the Qi Refining stage, with no progress after years of practice.

“Big brother, let’s go. If anyone dares insult you again, I’ll beat them to a pulp,”

Eric Young glared angrily at the people around them.

Brian Young smiled faintly. “He’s just a fly. Don’t let it affect your mood, little brother. For cultivators, the worst thing is to be impatient and agitated.”

“Big brother! Fatty Lee insulted you like that, and you’re not even angry?”

Eric Young said indignantly.

“Calm down, calm down.”

Brian Young walked forward with the composure of a still lake. His calmness left Eric Young in utter admiration.

“Big brother, I really admire you.”

Eric Young couldn’t help but smile wryly, following his brother toward the family’s main grounds.

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Every three years, the Yang family of Nanling holds a “Wen Tian Assembly,” where the family head and elders check the progress of the younger generation’s cultivation to ensure the family’s future development.

As usual, the Wen Tian Assembly was held at the family’s main site, the “Wen Tian Platform.”

The “Wen Tian Platform” is a dueling stage over ten feet high, made from a special black, magic-resistant stone, extremely hard.

The black dueling platform, over a hundred feet long and wide, stands tall and imposing, exuding a sense of weight and solemnity.

When Brian Young and his brother arrived at the “Wen Tian Platform,” a large number of family juniors had already gathered, all rubbing their fists and eager to show their skills.

For the third-generation members of the Nanling Yang family, the Wen Tian Assembly is also a chance to prove themselves. If they perform well, they might even receive rewards from the elders.

Brian Young’s arrival naturally caused a stir.

“Hey, did you guys hear? The family’s number one genius, Brian Young, is now a cripple.”

“Hmph, I heard about it long ago. Our Nanling Yang family now has a so-called ‘number one good-for-nothing.’”

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All eyes from the family’s younger generation were on Brian Young, and they began whispering among themselves.

Of course, some of the family juniors looked at Brian Young with sympathy and regret.

In short, from this moment on, the family’s former number one genius, once surrounded by countless halos, was no more.