What Does It Matter If You're Heaven's Favorite?

Translator: CinderTL

The young man's face was filled with shock and anger as he quickly scrambled to his feet. He hadn't expected the man to attack without warning, leaving him unprepared and sustaining minor injuries. His shoulder throbbed with pain.

"You'd better let me go, or don't blame me for fighting back," the young man threatened weakly, his voice trembling.

Xu Sanyan couldn't hide his excitement. It was clear at a glance that the young man had never practiced martial arts—his stance was loose, and he was completely defenseless.

Yet, whether it was the speed at which he had fled earlier or the state he was in after taking a palm strike, everything pointed to one conclusion: the mystical object was in his possession!

Xu Sanyan grinned, slowly drawing his long sword. "I'm curious—can you defend against a blade?"

The young man's expression changed. Knowing he stood no chance against a sword, he turned and bolted. Xu Sanyan pushed off the ground, his sword flashing forward. The blade, infused with Inner Qi, slashed a deep, bone-revealing wound into the young man's left leg.

"Ah!"

The young man cried out in pain, flailing his arms in a desperate attempt to resist. But to Xu Sanyan, his movements were full of openings. With a few swift strikes, the young man was soon covered in bloody wounds.

Xu Sanyan pressed the blade against the young man's neck. "Hand it over, and I'll spare your life."

The young man's eyes burned with hatred. He couldn't understand why, after being the first to obtain the object, people kept trying to take it from him.

He didn't want to give it up. Deep down, he felt that this object might be his chance to change his fate, to break free from the centuries-old cycle of his ancestors toiling in the fields. He wanted to hold onto it tightly.

He refused to let go!

"Ah!"

The young man's face hardened, his eyes fierce. Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted from his body, a blood-red mist enveloping him completely. The force of this aura pushed Xu Sanyan back.

"Don't push me!"

The young man's voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot, as if he were ready to devour anyone in his path.

Xu Sanyan wasn't alarmed—instead, he was delighted. What kind of mystical object could transform a young man with no martial arts or cultivation experience into this state in just over a month?

He was actually holding his own against Xu Sanyan, a Mid Stage Inner Qi practitioner!

Terrifying!

But more than that, it was thrilling.

"Hahahaha…"

Xu Sanyan laughed heartily. "Come on, let me see the limits of your power!"

"Ah!"

Seeing that Xu Sanyan still refused to let him go, the young man charged forward, his fists coated in a faint red mist, radiating an intimidating aura.

Xu Sanyan remained calm. Although the young man's physical condition was excellent, he had no martial arts training or combat experience. His punches were wild and uncoordinated.

Against an ordinary person, it might have worked, but Xu Sanyan had fought his way out of countless life-and-death battles over the past year. His combat experience was vast.

With a slight sidestep, he dodged the punch and closed the distance, his shoulder driving forward in a powerful Iron Mountain Strike that slammed into the young man's chest.

"Thud!"

The young man staggered back five or six steps, his face slightly flushed. Despite the protection of the red mist, the blow had clearly shaken him.

Xu Sanyan smirked, beckoning him to continue.

"Ha!"

The young man charged again, this time more cautiously, using seventy percent of his strength while keeping thirty percent in reserve. Xu Sanyan, curious about his power, channeled his Inner Qi into his left fist and met the young man's punch head-on.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound echoed as Xu Sanyan's fingers broke. Both of them were forced back three steps.

"Hahaha… good!"

Xu Sanyan laughed excitedly, completely unfazed by the broken bones in his left hand.

He had suffered countless injuries, many of them life-threatening. This minor injury was nothing to him.

But Xu Sanyan couldn't help but marvel at the young man's combat talent. In just a few exchanges, he had learned and improved rapidly, growing more skilled with each move.

"Die!"

Seeing Xu Sanyan's left fingers bent unnaturally backward, the young man knew he was injured and seized the opportunity to press the attack. He leaped into the air, his fist aimed straight at Xu Sanyan's heart.

Xu Sanyan no longer underestimated him. The young man's red mist had a strong countering effect on Inner Qi, and his physical strength surpassed Xu Sanyan's. The only thing he lacked was combat experience. If this dragged on, Xu Sanyan might actually lose.

Xu Sanyan reversed his grip on the sword and sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the punch. His blade sliced across the young man's side.

While the red mist could counter Inner Qi and enhance the young man's body, it offered little defense against a sharp blade. A deep wound opened on his waist.

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

The young man roared, seemingly oblivious to his injuries. He crouched slightly, then lunged forward like a tiger cloaked in red mist.

In the darkness, the young man's body seemed to emit a faint blood-red glow. If not for the life-and-death struggle, it might have been a breathtaking sight.

But neither of them had the luxury of appreciating the scene.

Xu Sanyan retreated rapidly, then suddenly stopped. The young man landed half a meter in front of him, his momentum spent and his new force yet to gather. Xu Sanyan's blade whistled through the air.

The young man's eyes widened in panic. What a cunning strike!

But he couldn't help but admire the timing—it was so precise that he felt a wave of despair. He knew he couldn't dodge this one.

"Thud!"

The blade pierced the young man's shoulder. With a flick of his wrist, Xu Sanyan sent a thick arm flying through the air, accompanied by the young man's agonized scream.

"Ah! My arm!"

The young man clutched his severed arm as he collapsed to the ground, his spirit broken. The ferocity he had shown earlier was gone.

Xu Sanyan finally allowed himself to relax slightly. He knew the young man's fighting spirit was spent, and he was no longer a threat.

It had taken everything he had to defeat him. What an incredible young man! His combat talent was truly rare.

From being completely inexperienced and flailing wildly at the start—when Xu Sanyan could have ended his life in an instant—to nearly matching him in combat, the young man had learned and improved at an astonishing rate.

Xu Sanyan couldn't help but think of Ma Tianqing, another prodigious youth who had reached the Peak Stage of Qi Refinement at a tender age. Truly terrifying.

Xu Sanyan silently straightened the broken fingers of his left hand one by one. The searing pain washed over him, but his expression remained unchanged.

The world was indeed filled with extraordinary talents, emerging one after another like fish in a river. In this small corner of the northwest alone, two peerless geniuses had appeared. Who knew how many more heroes were out there in the wider world?

Thinking of this, Xu Sanyan felt a surge of pride. The world was all the more vibrant for having such individuals.

"Heh, what's your name?"

Xu Sanyan held the blade to the young man's neck once more, just as he had before.

"Kill me if you must, but don't waste your breath!"

Though defeated, the young man refused to bow his head. He believed that if he had just one more year, this man would be no match for him.

Xu Sanyan grinned. "Hand over the object, and I'll make it quick."

"Never!"

The young man spat out the words without hesitation.

Xu Sanyan's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're not afraid of death, but what about your family and friends? I wonder if they'll remain as defiant when I start carving them up one by one."

The young man shuddered at his calm tone. To Xu Sanyan, these people were nothing more than livestock, ready to be slaughtered.

They were living, breathing humans.

"You monster, leave them alone!"

The young man struggled to get up, but the sharp blade pressed harder, drawing a thin line of blood on his neck.

"If you die and I don't get the object, I'll still carve them up."

Xu Sanyan crushed any hope of the young man seeking death.

(End of the Chapter)

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