Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Early in the morning, Yang Xuan and his mother got up to pack up their things.
In fact, there was not much to pack. It was just a few pieces of clothing and some other things that could not be thrown away.
After moving to Yuexin Garden, the family would naturally provide them with daily necessities and servants. This was also the treatment that a direct descendant should receive.
After packing up, Yang Xuan and his mother walked towards Yuexin Garden.
Behind them, Wang Wu was in high spirits. He shouted at the servants, picked up the few things that were left and followed behind.
Along the way, Qian Shi's mood was complicated. Looking at the road that was becoming more and more familiar, she did not know what to feel.
On the other hand, Yang Xuan was calm and unperturbed.
After turning a corner, they finally arrived at Yuexin Garden.
Looking at the familiar door and the familiar scenery, Qian Shi's eyes were filled with tears. This place carried too many memories. After so many years, she did not expect to have the opportunity to return here.
Wang Wu went up and banged on the door, shouting, "Open the door, open the door, the twelfth young master is here, why are you not opening the door to welcome him?"
The banging on the door spread far and wide.
However, the door seemed to be rusted and did not move. In the courtyard that was separated by a door, there was no sound at all.
Yang Xuan's brows furrowed slightly. Logically speaking, the servants assigned to her by the clan should have already been waiting here to welcome her. However, at this moment, not only was there no one to welcome her, she did not even answer the door when she called.
Wang Wu banged on the door again for a long time. Just when Yang Xuan was about to lose his patience, a voice finally came.
"Is that the dog barking outside the door?"
A cold sneer rose from the corners of Yang Xuan's mouth. He was all too familiar with this voice.
A few people walked out of the door. The one leading was Yang Hanwu's grandson, Yang Gong.
Wang Wu was stunned. He glanced at Yang Xuan and gritted his teeth, "Young master Gong, young master Xuan is here to take over Yuexin Garden. Please leave."
Yang Gong snorted and said disdainfully, "Who do you think you are to bark here? Get lost."
Wang Wuyi choked. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it.
Yang Gong sneered and asked, "Ha, isn't this the twelfth young master, Yang Xuan? What are you doing here so early in the morning with a dog? "
Not far away, figures flickered. It was unknown how many pairs of eyes were looking at this place.
Yang Xuan coldly looked at Yang Gong: "Take your people and get out of here!"
Yang Gong's eyes burned with anger: "What did you say?"
Yang Xuan didn't say anything. His eyes were cold as he looked at Yang Gong.
Yang Gong was so angry that he laughed. "Good, good, good, good. Yang Xuan, you've become so successful that you don't even put me in your eyes. Since that's the case, let me see what ability you have to take over Yuexin Garden."
With these words, his body abruptly sank as he shot towards Yang Xuan like an arrow, his right leg whistling through the air as it swept towards Yang Xuan.
Qian Shi and some of the servants who came with Yang Xuan didn't expect Yang Gong to attack directly. They were stunned for a moment.
After all, Yang Gong's cultivation was at the seventh level of Internal Force. This kick was powerful and heavy. It actually covered the space in front of him.
"You're courting death!"
Yang Xuan's eyes flashed with killing intent. The spiritual energy in his body surged. His body was as still as a mountain. His right hand shot out like lightning and gently pressed on Yang Gong's right leg.
The next moment, Yang Gong let out a loud scream. A mouthful of blood sprayed into the sky. His whole body flew up involuntarily. With a bang, he broke through the gate of Yuexin Garden and fell into the courtyard.
Everyone was stunned.
Several people who were secretly observing the situation gasped in shock.
Yang Jiaqiang and Yang Jiayou, who were hiding on the side, were stunned. Their mouths were wide open. For a moment, they seemed to have lost the ability to think.
They never thought that Yang Gong, who was at the seventh level of Internal Force, would be so weak in front of Yang Xuan. He was actually sent flying with a single palm.
All of a sudden, something called fear slowly crept into their hearts. As they stared at the casually standing Yang Xuan, their eyes were filled with fear.
The servants who followed Yang Gong were also stunned. They even forgot to move. They stood there in a daze and stared blankly at Yang Xuan. It seemed that they still hadn't recovered from the scene just now.
Qian Shi was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't know how good Yang Xuan's martial arts were, she saw that Yang Xuan only used one move to send Yang Gong flying.
For a moment, she thought of her husband, Yang Qingtian. Her heart was inexplicably complicated.
Among the people present, the only one who was wild with joy was Wang Wu.
He had long been loyal to Yang Xuan. The stronger Yang Xuan was, the higher his status would be.
However, in addition to being happy, he was also shocked. Unknowingly, Yang Xuan had reached such a level. A master of the seventh level of Internal Force was sent flying by Yang Xuan with just one move. He couldn't help but be grateful for his choice.
Yang Gong screamed, "My leg, my leg!"
His right leg was limp and drooping on the ground. He had lost all feeling. Blood flowed down his trousers. Not long after, a pool of blood formed under his body.
Yang Xuan's press wasn't simple. In just one press, spiritual energy surged and instantly destroyed the meridians in Yang Gong's right leg. If it wasn't treated in time, Yang Gong's leg would be crippled.
Yang Xuan walked over step by step. The murderous intent in his eyes didn't diminish. He came to the front of Yang Gong who was screaming.
Yang Gong endured the pain and gritted his teeth, "My leg, you bastard, you bastard, I want you to die, I want you to die …"
A cold smile appeared on Yang Xuan's face. He suddenly bent down and grabbed Yang Gong's neck. He lifted Yang Gong up with one hand.
Before Yang Gong could react, he whispered in his ear, "You want me to die? Then go to hell! "
His voice was incomparably cold, as if it was ten thousand years old ice.
Looking at those emotionless eyes of Yang Xuan, a huge sense of fear suddenly engulfed Yang Gong. He was only a youth of about 10 years of age. He was used to playing around and fighting, but when had he ever seen such a scene before?
At this moment, he suddenly realized that Yang Xuan would really kill him. With this thought, Yang Gong was finally afraid.
"No … no, no, you can't kill me. My grandfather is an elder. You can't kill me!"
Yang Gong trembled. He felt Yang Xuan's hand gradually increase in strength. His breathing became difficult. The feeling of suffocation began to hit his brain like a tide.
"So what if I kill you?"
Yang Xuan looked at him without any emotion. The murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed.
Yang Gong finally collapsed.
"Don't, no, no, don't kill me, don't kill me …" Yang Gong was inexplicably frightened. He cried out involuntarily, even ignoring the pain in his body.
Yang Xuan's hand continued to increase in strength. His eyes became more and more ruthless.
Yang Gong felt that it was more and more difficult to breathe. He struggled with all his might, but Yang Xuan's hand was like steel. It didn't move an inch.
Yang Gong used all his strength to cry out, "I beg you … I beg you … I was wrong. Don't … don't … kill …"
At this moment, something called regret filled his heart. If he was given another chance to choose, he would never go against Yang Xuan again.
The two brothers, Yang Jiayou and Yang Jiaqiang, were trembling from head to toe as a huge wave of fear enveloped them. Seeing Yang Gong, who was at the seventh stage of the Inner Strength Stage, helplessly waiting for death in Yang Xuan's hands, their fear of Yang Xuan was infinitely magnified.
As Yang Xuan's hand increased in strength, Yang Gong was already breathing more than he was inhaling. His hands and feet slowly stopped struggling. Death was so close to him that even his eyes began to slacken.
"Do you still dare to go against me?" Yang Xuan said coldly.
Yang Gong seemed to have heard the most beautiful voice in the world, "No … no … I don't dare, I don't dare anymore."
Yang Xuan's right hand loosened. With a plop, Yang Gong fell to the ground like a dead fish.
After circling around the gates of hell, Yang Gong's face was ashen. He took in large mouthfuls of air that he usually disdained. For the first time, he felt that life was so beautiful.
A trace of a smile crept up Yang Xuan's mouth. He knew that Yang Gong had completely lost the qualifications to go against him. This feeling of stepping on the enemy's body and soul made him feel infinitely wonderful.
He realized that he seemed to like this feeling.
The few servants that Yang Gong brought with him were incomparably terrified. They hurriedly carried Yang Gong away for treatment.
Yang Xuan looked at the respectful and even fearful eyes of the servants. He smiled and turned his head to look around.
The people hiding in the dark felt their hearts skip a beat. They knew that things were not going well and quickly retreated.
The two brothers, Yang Jiaqiang and Yang Jiayou, had already escaped.
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