Chapter 15: Kicking Chen Ming's Ass

With the dormitory card in hand, Yang Sanming found his accommodation.

It was a tiny room of just 10 square meters, with nothing but a bed in it.

"Bang!"

Just then, the door to Yang Sanming's room was kicked open with a heavy thud.

A burly and ferocious-looking youth wielding a wolf tooth club strode in, his arrogant gait exuding an extreme level of bravado.

Behind him were a dozen or so underlings, all of whom had cultivation levels around the second realm's third or fourth layer.

"Kid, hand over the new disciple package. From now on, I'll be taking care of you in this area." The burly youth spoke with an extremely arrogant tone, showing no regard for Yang Sanming.

"Get out of here."

A flash of cold light appeared in Yang Sanming's eyes, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.

While traveling, he wouldn't start any trouble, but if someone bothered him, he wouldn't hold back.

"Kid, you're being awfully arrogant. It seems you don't know how many eyes the horse king has."

The burly youth wielded the wolf tooth club and swung it directly at Yang Sanming.

"Grass mud horse, you're asking for death."

Yang Sanming's eyes flashed a cold glint, and his figure instantly darted forward, kicking the burly youth in the chest.

"Bang...!"

"Ah... Ah... Ah..." The sturdy young man was kicked so hard by Yang Simen that he flew backward and landed heavily on the ground.

"Bang... Bang... Bang...!"

I'll beat you to death.

At this point, Yang Simen did not stop, but rushed over quickly and grabbed the wolf tooth stick from the other person's hand, then swung it wildly.

"Ah... Ah...! Kill him!" At this moment, the sturdy young man screamed continuously.

At this time, the small gang he had brought over finally came to their senses and rushed towards Yang Simen one after another.

Yang Simen's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he rushed into the crowd with the wolf tooth stick, then unleashed a frenzied attack.

"Bang... Bang... Bang...!"

"Ah... Ah... Ah...!"

In less than a minute, all the ten or so gang members were knocked down by Yang Simen.

"Oh my God, is this guy even human? A new disciple has beaten a group of senior disciples,"

"I know him, I took the test with him,"

At this moment, Yang Simen's dormitory door was surrounded by a group of spectators, a disciple from the outer gate, each with a surprised expression.

"Give all the spirit stones to me, or I'll break your legs," Yang Simen's eyes were sharp, and his tone was a little threatening.

"Young man, don't be too arrogant, do you know who we Tiger Society is under the protection of?" The sturdy young man was knocked down, but he still did not forget to threaten Yang Simen. Bam...Bam...!"

"Dare to act cocky again," Yang Chenming swung his wolf tooth club and gave the muscular youth a wild beating, turning him into a pig's head.

"Stop! I'll give...I'll give you what you want, okay?"

The muscular youth was filled with fear at this moment. He was truly afraid and quickly pulled out several spirit stones from his storage bag.

"Here you go, a few spirit stones think you can get rid of me?" Yang Chenming grabbed the storage bag.

"And you, all of you, give me your storage bags or I'll break your dog legs," Yang Chenming swung his wolf tooth club, his tone arrogant to the extreme, as if he was about to lose control at any moment.

Under his strong pressure, soon, the ten or so junior brothers all turned in their storage bags.

Yang Chenming collected the spirit stones in the bags and returned them to them.

The outer disciples who were watching the scene looked at the new disciple in confusion.

This new disciple was too arrogant!

"Little bastard, you'll pay for this!" The muscular youth said a threatening remark and fled away on all fours.

In Tianyuan Palace, as long as no one was killed, the higher-ups would generally not interfere in the struggles between disciples. The Great Wave Sifts Sand, the Best Survives, the outer disciples' quarters are like a small martial world. Only the most excellent disciples can survive.

Returning to his dormitory, Yang Chenming counted the spirit stones he had just stolen. There were over 200 of them! "Is this the legendary spirit stone?"

Although Yang Xiaochen had received Ling Jiechen's memories, he himself was seeing a real spirit stone for the first time.

Feeling the spiritual energy contained within the spirit stone, Yang Xiaochen was filled with excitement and couldn't wait to absorb it.

He sat in a lotus position, calmed his mind, and took out all the spirit stones.

He activated the Haotian Technique and began to continuously absorb the spirit stones with his spiritual energy, then used his spiritual power to flush his meridians.

A few more hours passed.

At this point, Yang Xiaochen had reached the critical moment of his breakthrough. He gritted his teeth and immediately, a steady stream of spiritual energy was absorbed into his body.

As Yang Xiaochen absorbed and absorbed the spirit stones one by one, he soon felt the threshold of the second level of the second realm.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..."

"Second level of the second realm."

Finally, he broke through to the second level of the second realm. Looking at the spirit stones that had been used up, Yang Xiaochen felt a pang of regret.

Normally, more than 200 spirit stones would not be enough for him to break through a small realm.

The main reason was that his cultivation had reached the peak of the first realm in the past half month, and with the assistance of more than 200 spirit stones, he was able to break through. Later, he found a martial arts skill for cultivating flames of the unknown in his memory, mainly for the convenience of refining medicinal pills in the future.

The next morning, Yang Lingchen left his residence and headed towards the mission hall.

In this world, rapid rise cannot be achieved without abundant resources, and resources can only be obtained by completing tasks.

As Yang Lingchen had not walked far, he encountered a group of people, one of whom was the stout youth whom he had beaten the day before.

Without saying a word, the group surrounded Yang Lingchen. The one in the lead was a youth in white brocade clothes, with an extraordinary air about him.

Some outer disciples passing by chose to avoid the area, as it would not be worthwhile to be caught in the crossfire.

"Young man, is it you who beat one of my men?" The youth in white brocade clothes looked down on Yang Lingchen with an arrogant and disdainful expression, showing no regard for him.

"It was me," Yang Lingchen replied.

Yang Lingchen studied the youth in white brocade clothes, who exuded a steady and restrained aura, with piercing eyes. His strength should be at the seventh level of the second realm.

Yang Lingchen had an idea of his own strength.

If he were to face someone at the sixth level of the second realm, he might be able to hold his own. However, if he were to face someone at the seventh level of the second realm, he would certainly lose, not to mention that there were many of them. "Kneel down and hand over the spirit stone. Then slap yourself a hundred times. That's it...,"

The white silk-clad youth's words were not yet finished.

"Bang...!"

Yang Mingchen's figure was like a flash as he rushed over, and a punch was instantly delivered to the face of the white silk-clad youth.

"Little bastard, you're looking for death, daring...,"

"Bang...bang...bang...bang!"

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Yang Mingchen no longer cared about anything at this point, and pulled out his wolf tooth club to give the youth a beating.

Yang Mingchen knew that the white silk-clad youth had the strongest power, and he had to knock him down first before he had any chance of winning.

"Little bastard, you're looking for death,"

At this time, the youth's accomplices also came to their senses, and one after another, they swung their sticks at Yang Mingchen.

Being surrounded by a group of second-level cultivators at level 5 or 6, Yang Mingchen was no match for them, and he was hit several times in a short time.

However, he didn't care. As long as he caught one person, he would beat him to death.

Soon, several people were knocked unconscious by Yang Mingchen, of course, he was not in a good condition either, with many bruises on his body.

Under Yang Mingchen's fighting style that didn't care about his own life, those who attacked him no longer dared to advance, as no one wanted to be knocked down on the ground.

"Go to hell, I'll crush you all in the end," Yang Licheng cursed angrily, then took advantage of the situation to slip out of the encirclement and soon disappeared among the crowd.

"Little bastard, you're dead meat! You dare to ambush me, the young master." Just then, the white silk-clad young man slowly got up. His previously handsome face was now a pig's head.

"Chen Ming senior brother, are you alright?" Just then, the sturdy young man walked over.

"Pap... Pap... Pap...."

"Waste of space, now tell me, are you alright?" Chen Ming pulled the sturdy young man's ears several times.

At this moment, he was in a rage.

However, the sturdy young man actually went to ask him if he was alright. Of course, he couldn't help but get angry.