"What a natural idiot. He has to fight back every time, and he gets beaten every time. How despicable!"
"Who would've thought that being a garbage man would be so profitable? Is there any justice in this world?"
"Haha, the more his garbage man grandpa earns, the more we'll snatch!"
"If this idiot gets fired today, I'm afraid he won't be able to give us any money in the future."
The three youths clutched the silver coins they'd just snatched, their spittle flying everywhere. Xue Hao's face darkened as he cursed, "This idiot is such a disappointment. He's cutting off this daddy's source of income!"
Not far from the three of them was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth lying on the ground. His clothes were tattered and covered in dust, but his appearance was refined and handsome.
The young man's usually dull and muddy gaze was swept away, and the space between his brows transformed into a clear and bright expression. He gazed at the world that was bright and clear while the jade waves were vast and mighty, and enormous waves surged in his heart.
"This is … my physical body!"
He let out a long sigh in his heart. His eyes flashed with maturity and vicissitudes that surpassed his age.
Inside the youth's body was Yang Qingxuan, who came from Earth.
After disappearing from the ancient bronze formation, his consciousness, or rather his soul, had merged into this body. It was like a wanderer returning home, or a bird returning to its nest.
If the Yang Qingxuan of China's grandmaster was the main soul, then the original body was just a remnant of Yang Qingxuan's soul.
Now that the two souls had merged into one, it was perfect.
After that, many things happened one after another. The remnant soul's memories flowed into Yang Qingxuan's mind intermittently. He had some vague understanding of himself and this world.
He was a student of Tiancong Academy. His grandfather was called Yang Zhao, and he worked as a janitor at the academy to pay for his education.
Today was the academy's annual examination. He was on his way back to the academy when he met Xue Hao and the other two. They stole his living expenses.
"Idiot, this daddy's in a bad mood today. Learn a few dog barks to pass the time. If you do, I'll let you pass."
"Haha, this idiot's IQ is low. He should learn to bark like a dog!"
Yang Qingxuan was sorting out his thoughts when he heard the trio's insults. It was extremely vile.
"Damn it, this daddy's talking to you. Don't play dead on the ground!"
Xue Hao aimed a kick at Yang Qingxuan's head.
Yang Qingxuan saw the swift and fierce footwork and suddenly sat up, just in time to avoid the kick.
Xue Hao was stunned for a moment. Thinking that it was a coincidence, he walked forward while cursing, "How dare you dodge when I kick you?" Another kick flew up.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly turned around. Coldness flashed in his eyes as he opened and closed them. "Are you seeking death for your mother?"
Xue Hao felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart as he was stared at. A trace of fear actually appeared in his heart as he subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"
"It means — are you f * cking courting death?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qingxuan's face darkened. He tapped lightly with two fingers and a cyclone appeared in the center of his palm.
The seemingly casual finger attack was actually one of the most powerful martial arts techniques in Huaxia, the Formless Finger of Disaster. At this moment, his two souls merged as one. The energy in his body surged, and his entire body was filled with endless energy.
Formless from formless, solid from nothing. Like poking tofu, it easily pierced through Xue Hao's calf. Pop! A bloody hole appeared.
"Ah! Ouch —! "Xue Hao's blood-curdling scream shook the birds and leaves.
Xue Hao's face was as white as a sheet. His eyes widened like a dead fish as he stared at his calf in disbelief.
The wound where Yang Qingxuan's finger landed was as big as a baby's fist. Blood gushed out and dyed the ground red in an instant.
Xue Hao's mind was in a daze and he couldn't react.
Zhou Cang and Hu Ding were also in a daze. They shouted angrily, "Idiot, what are you doing?!"
As soon as they finished speaking, one of them formed a palm with one hand while the other formed a finger with his right hand. They attacked from both sides.
In their eyes, Yang Qingxuan should be the lowest level of trash that they could bully and exploit freely. It had been like this for three years, and it would continue to be like this in the future.
They discriminated against Yang Qingxuan from the bottom of their hearts. They discriminated against the weak.
However, this weakling, who was like trash in their eyes, dared to resist at this moment. The two of them flew into a rage out of humiliation and immediately attacked.
After one move, Yang Qingxuan stood motionless. Various memories of the past appeared in his mind …
The law of the world was that the strong were respected, and the weak were like ants or fish on a chopping board. They were at the mercy of others.
"You are a descendant of the Yang family. Even if Grandpa has to give up everything, he will definitely nurture you into a true martial artist!" Yang Zhao was full of anticipation, but in his deep eyes, there was an imperceptible melancholy and sadness.
The young Yang Qingxuan could not understand that sadness, but he could see the white hair on the temples. He could see the bleak figure on the ancient road, the hunched figure in the cold wind.
This figure was as heavy as a mountain and could not be erased from his mind. It constantly whipped him forward.
In his heart, perhaps he did not understand the cruel law of the world, nor did he ever think of standing out.
He only had a small obsession. No matter what kind of bitter training, patience, ridicule, bullying, helplessness, depression, pain, and hesitation, he never gave up!
For 15 years, he had experienced extreme heat and cold. Spring went and autumn came.
"Because I have a dream!"
"I want to become a true martial artist!"
The dream seed buried deep in his heart finally broke through the soil and began to sprout with the return of his primary soul.
Returning to his thoughts, Yang Qingxuan slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was a faint light at the corner of his eyes. A fierce murderous aura shot out from his eyes.
He casually flicked his robe to shake off the dust on it. The white robe fluttered in front of him like flowing water.
Hu Ding and Zhou Cang's hearts trembled at the same time. An ominous premonition welled up in their hearts. They increased the strength in their hands and shouted, "Idiot, you still dare to resist?!"
"It's time to collect the debt!"
Yang Qingxuan's face turned cold. He kicked Xue Hao's crotch with a "Wild Goose Descends from Flat Sand." There was a loud bang. Xue Hao screamed in pain. His face turned purple as his entire body was sent flying.
Hu Ding and Zhou Cang's attacks followed immediately. They roared, "Idiot, how dare you!"
Yang Qingxuan's lips curled into a cold smile. He calmly drew a circle in front of him with his hands.
The wind blew as his palms danced. A circle of air formed in front of him. It whistled and expanded continuously.
"The Proud Dragon Repents!"
The fallen leaves on the ground rose with the air like a coiling dragon floating in the void. Yang Qingxuan's face was handsome. He stood in the chaotic rain of flowers like a god descending from heaven.
In the Hua Xia Empire, martial arts flourished. The Dragon-Subduing Palm had a total of 18 waves of Qi. The waves were like the sea. One move was like a mountain range, endless!
Yang Qingxuan had been immersed in this palm technique for more than ten years. With one move, 18 waves of Qi were formed in one go. The vital essence in his body circulated endlessly in his meridians like a raging river. It was endless!
Even the iron warriors and genetically enhanced people on Earth would be reduced to ashes under this palm.
The perfect fusion of spirit and body pushed the power of this palm to the extreme. The sound of bones cracking continuously came from within his body. All the blocked meridians were instantly opened. His vitality was like bamboo shoots after a rain, rising steadily!
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