The Golden Box Reappears!

"Hey! You piece of trash, how dare you not open up for us?" Zhang Yunshan barked, his voice etched with menace.

His face was twisted in a sneer, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Zhang Haoyun, who stood silently in the corner of the room.

To his words, Zhang Haoyun remained chillingly quiet, his expression unreadable. But if one looked closely, they would notice the faint sparks of flame flickering in his eyes, a subtle sign of the storm brewing within.

"I'm talking to you! You should answer me and not—" Zhang Yunshan, irritated by Zhang Haoyun's silence, raised his leg to deliver a sharp kick, intending to force a reaction from the young master.

"I'll cripple your legs if they ever touch me," Zhang Haoyun spoke frostily, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

His words carried an undeniable weight, as if they were a divine decree.

For a split moment, a faint wisp of his recedent godly aura leaked out, halting Zhang Yunshan's kick mid-air. The room seemed to freeze, the tension palpable as Zhang Yunshan's foot hovered awkwardly, unable to complete its motion.

"Zhang Haoyun, what have you done?" Zhang Yunshan stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

His bravado had evaporated, replaced by a flicker of fear. He had never seen this side of the young master before.

"Me? Why would I do anything to you?" Zhang Haoyun scoffed, his tone filled with mockery.

He rose to his feet with an air of nonchalance, his movements smooth and deliberate.

As he stood, he poked Zhang Yunshan lightly on the chest, a gesture that seemed almost playful but carried an undercurrent of menace.

The moment his finger made contact, Zhang Yunshan felt a strange sensation ripple through his body, as if his energy had been momentarily disrupted.

"You! You!..." Zhang Yunshan stuttered, his words failing him. He shot a desperate glance at his younger brother, Zhang Zhehan, signaling for him to intervene.

"Don't think you'll be able to go scot-free after what you just did," Zhang Zhehan threatened, his voice low and bitter.

He stepped forward, his expression serious, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Something about Zhang Haoyun's demeanor had unnerved him.

"Watch me leave, haha," Zhang Haoyun said with a laugh, brushing past the two brothers as if they were nothing more than insignificant obstacles.

He strolled out of the room with an air of confidence, leaving Zhang Yunshan and Zhang Zhehan in a state of stunned disbelief.

Were they blind?

Had something happened to their weak and feeble young master?

The Zhang Haoyun they knew would never have dared to stand up to them, let alone speak with such authority. The change was too sudden, too drastic to ignore.

"We must report this to Elder Brother," Zhang Zhehan muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with caution.

He helped Zhang Yunshan recover, though his mind racing with questions.

Earlier, Zhang Haoyun's poke had not only halted Zhang Yunshan's kick but had also stimulated his fatigue meridian, causing an overwhelming sense of exhaustion to wash over him.

It was as if all the tiredness he had ever felt in his life had been unleashed at once, leaving him weak and disoriented.

Zhang Zhehan wanted to chase after Zhang Haoyun, to demand answers, but he couldn't leave his brother in such a state.

Besides, Zhang Haoyun was already gone, his figure disappearing down the corridor with an almost mocking ease.

But this wasn't over. Zhang Zhehan silently vowed to himself that he would make the young master pay for this humiliation.

Meanwhile, Zhang Haoyun walked away with a smirk, his mind unbothered by the confrontation.

If it weren't for his cautious nature and his desire to avoid unnecessary attention, he could have dealt with the two brothers in a thousand different ways. They were nothing more than ants in his eyes, barely worth his time.

As he reflected on the cultivation realm of the original Zhang Haoyun, he couldn't help but shake his head in pity.

The young master had only reached the Third Stage of Qi Condensation before his foundation became irreparably damaged.

From the memories he had inherited, Zhang Haoyun knew that the Zhang Family was far from powerful. They weren't even considered a seventh-rate clan in his eyes, barely distinguishable from mortal families in the Mortal World.

The brothers had mentioned their senior brother during the confrontation, but Zhang Haoyun wasn't impressed.

Even though the senior brother was at the Sixth Stage of Qi Condensation—a seemingly insurmountable mountain to the original Zhang Haoyun—he was nothing more than a minor nuisance to the reincarnated deity.

Zhang Haoyun could kill someone like him without batting an eyelid.

However, for now, he decided to bide his time. As the young master of the Zhang Family, he had a stealthy identity to maintain.

Recklessly killing family members would only draw unwanted attention. Besides, the original Zhang Haoyun's resentment toward the senior brother was more of a lingering obsession than a pressing concern.

If the opportunity presented itself, he would deal with the man, but for now, he had more important matters to attend to.

Zhang Haoyun needed to familiarize himself with his new body and repair its damaged foundation. The original owner's Earth Level physique had been compromised during birth, leading to the cultivation blockages that had plagued him for years.

If Zhang Haoyun didn't address this issue soon, the body's meridians could rupture, causing irreversible damage.

As he walked through the Zhang Family's residence, he followed the blueprints left in the original owner's memories, eventually arriving at his private quarters.

He slammed the door firmly behind him and turned to his female servant, Xiao Liu, a petite beauty with a gentle demeanor.

"Xiao Liu, I'll leave all the affairs to you. I need to take a quick nap. Do not let me be disturbed, understood?" Zhang Haoyun commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Understood," Xiao Liu replied respectfully, though a flicker of confusion crossed her face.

As Zhang Haoyun retreated to his chambers, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the young master.

He seemed different—more confident, more commanding. But she dismissed the thought, chalking it up to her own boredom and overactive imagination.

Inside his chambers, Zhang Haoyun sat in the lotus position, his breathing steady and controlled. He used a strange technique to suppress his pneumatic responses, allowing him to focus inward. As he scrutinized his body, he noted the extent of the damage to the original owner's physique.

"An Earth Level physique, but damaged during birth," Zhang Haoyun mused silently. "To fix his cultivation, the physique must be repaired, or the meridians will rupture during a breakthrough."

He racked his brain for a solution, recalling countless body tempering techniques from his past life. However, most of them were too powerful or incompatible with his current body. Even the techniques he had crafted himself were too domineering, risking the body's destruction if he attempted to use them.

"I was too arrogant back then," Zhang Haoyun thought bitterly, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

In his past life, he had been approached by numerous sects, all eager to learn his body tempering techniques. But he had dismissed them, too proud to share his knowledge.

Now, he found himself in a situation where he could have used those very techniques to repair his new body.

As he sulked inwardly, he felt a strange stirring in his dantian. His instincts told him it was something significant—a fortuitous encounter, perhaps.

Curious, he focused his attention on the sensation, watching as a golden, atomic substance began to rise from his dantian. It grew in size, its edges warping and shifting until it took on a rectangular shape.

Zhang Haoyun's eyes widened in amazement as the Golden Box, the artifact that had saved his consciousness, manifested before him. It hovered above his dantian, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly light.

"This… this is the Golden Box," Zhang Haoyun whispered, his voice filled with awe.

He had known it was responsible for his reincarnation, but he hadn't realized it had been hiding so mysteriously within him all this time. As he watched it closely, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets it held—and what role it would play in his new life.