In the car, after a few strikes from Chen Yang, the stagnant blood in Yang Hu's body was expelled, and his deathly pale face gradually regained a hint of color.

Chen Yang took out a thumb-sized porcelain bottle, poured out two mung bean-sized pills, and handed them to Yang Hu. "Eat these."

"Golden Wound Pills?" Yang Hu waved his hands in refusal. "This is too precious! It was specially prepared for you by the Elders' Court. I can't accept it."

It was said that each Golden Wound Pill was made from a secret formula that combined over three thousand rare herbs through an incredibly complex and lengthy process. In terms of cost alone, a single tiny pill was worth several hundred thousand. While calling it a miracle cure that could bring the dead back to life was an exaggeration, its effects on injuries—especially internal ones—were outstanding.

In the entire Martial Department, the number of people who carried Golden Wound Pills could be counted on one hand.

Chen Yang stuffed the pills directly into his hand. "Stop with the nonsense. It's medicine, and it's meant for healing."

"Thank you, Boss." Yang Hu no longer refused and swallowed the pills. He then changed the subject. "Boss, that piece of trash from earlier asked if my surname was Chen. I think there's something more to this…"

Chen Yang waved his hand dismissively. "They're from the Chen Family, one of the four royal families of Cangyun City."

Yang Hu was so shocked he swore out loud.

If the super-clans of Lingjin City were the apex predators of their region, then the four royal families of Cangyun City were the absolute rulers of the entire country. They existed even before the nation itself was founded. Rumor had it that these four families were all top-tier dynasties with lineages stretching back more than three hundred years. They didn't just dwarf other families in financial power; their most terrifying asset was the deep foundation they had accumulated over centuries.

Yang Hu swallowed hard and turned to stare at Chen Yang. "Boss, don't tell me you're from *that* Chen Family?"

After all, they came for that sword, and they called it the Ancestral Sword. And that sword was left to me by my father... How could there be no connection? No one would believe that.

"I don't know," Chen Yang said, shaking his head. "And I don't want to know."

"Then what are you going to do with the sword?" Yang Hu asked.

Chen Yang's expression was impassive. "Since it's mine, I have no intention of giving it to anyone. If they want to press the issue, I'll kill one if one comes, and I'll kill a pair if two come!"

"But what if…" Yang Hu faltered, intimidated by the murderous aura radiating from Chen Yang. Isn't that a bit reckless?

Before he could finish, Chen Yang cut him off. "There are countless people with the surname Chen. Besides, I'm an orphan. Old man Ren Tong took me from the orphanage when I was ten and threw me into the Military Camp. So what other 'what if' could there be?"

Of course, Chen Yang knew what Yang Hu was implying. What if he really was from the royal Chen Family of Cangyun City? So what if he was? They came here filled with malice, ready to kill at a moment's notice. In that case, why bother being polite?

SIGH... Yang Hu heaved a long sigh and said no more.

He truly couldn't understand why his boss harbored such deep resentment and animosity toward his own biological father.

Perhaps some things can only be understood if you've experienced them yourself.

"Get some good rest when you get back," Chen Yang instructed. "And if anything like this happens again, call me immediately. Some things you shouldn't face alone. You could get killed."

Yang Hu scratched his head in embarrassment. He knew Chen Yang was blaming him for not calling for help right away.

"I admit, I was overconfident this time," Yang Hu said with a smile. Then, his eyes lit up as he stared intently at Chen Yang. "Boss, have you… have you broken through to the fifteenth rank?"

He had clearly seen the flash of bright gold when Chen Yang rubbed his fingers together earlier. Pale violet-gold was the thirteenth rank, violet-gold was the fourteenth, and pure gold… that was the fifteenth rank!

Chen Yang first shook his head, then nodded. "Not yet. When the day comes that I need to, it won't be too late to break through then."

Yang Hu was speechless. What kind of answer is that? Does he mean reaching the fifteenth rank is already a guarantee, but he's just choosing not to for now? That he'll just casually cross that threshold whenever he feels like it, probably when he runs into a powerful enemy? This… This is just infuriating! We're all human, so why is the gap between us so damn big?

The muscles on Yang Hu's cheeks twitched, and he clenched his fists tightly. "Boss, I'm begging you, can you please be human for once? At least give the rest of us a sliver of hope that we can catch up!"

Chen Yang patted his shoulder. "Just work hard and try to reach the eleventh rank soon."

Yang Hu felt like he was going to vomit blood. Wasn't that just rubbing salt in the wound?

「The next day.」

After a night of speculation, the news about the clash between two "immortals" on the river road last night had become common knowledge. People who missed the live broadcast tried to find the video, but it was nowhere to be found. Not only that, but all news articles and commentary related to the broadcast had also vanished without a trace.

This, in turn, caused another huge stir. It was obvious someone was deliberately erasing all traces of the event. Had the authorities stepped in, or was it someone else?

As a result, those who missed out were stomping their feet and beating their chests in regret. It was a real pity not to have witnessed such a spectacle.

As soon as Chen Yang came downstairs, Qin Mo, who was in the middle of breakfast, piped up, "Brother-in-law, that live broadcast last night was unbelievably exciting! It's such a shame you missed it."

"If you had been there, you could have told us what level of Fist Master it would take to pull something like that off!" Qin Qiu added.

"Tch!" Chen Yang waved his hand dismissively and snorted. "I already told you, it was fake. Just some unscrupulous media outlet editing clips together for views. If you don't believe me, go check their stock price today. It's guaranteed to hit its daily limit the moment the market opens!"

Unfazed, Qin Mo blinked. "Brother-in-law, are you just afraid we'll compare you to them? Don't worry, we're not that bored! But then again, it would be amazing if you were as powerful as they are."

Chen Yang was speechless.

"Haha, just teasing! I'm off to school!" Qin Mo stuck her tongue out playfully before dashing off like a gust of wind.

Qin Qiu stood up. "I'm leaving too."

"Honey, my friend from the martial world got back to me. He's obtained evidence of Haoyu Group's illegal activities. You just focus on work, and I'll handle the rest."

To keep Qin Qiu from worrying, Chen Yang had no choice but to continue building on this lie.

Qin Qiu nodded. "You be careful, too."

"Don't worry, Honey!"

After Qin Qiu left, Chen Yang also headed out, making his way to the Feiyang Martial Arts School.

He knew he would have to leave Lingjin City eventually, but the Qin Family's roots were here. Whether it was as a precaution for the future or to secure the Qin Family's hundred-year legacy, cultivating his own force in Lingjin City was the safest bet. And the Feiyang Martial Arts School was a perfect candidate for that.

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