Chapter 8: It’s Just Death!
Jiang Chen paused mid-step.
The arrogant voice was one he recognized instantly.
From the gates of Lingyun Wufu, a handsome youth in ornate robes strolled toward him with deliberate slowness, his every movement screaming superiority.
Lin Yang.
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.
A familiar name.
One of the three great families of Cangshan City. Like Jiang Chen, Lin Yang bore the title of "Young Master." Unlike Jiang Chen, however, he had a genius elder brother—Lin Yu—who had long entered Lingyun Wufu and even made it onto the Inner Fu Lingyun List, earning him prestige and the privilege to recommend one person into the Martial Mansion.
Lin Yang was that one person.
It wasn't his ability—it was his brother's shadow.
"Jiang Chen, stop."
Lin Yang's voice carried arrogance as he stepped directly in Jiang Chen's path.
Jiang Chen barely spared him a glance, walking past as if the other didn't exist.
If it were in the past, he might've been forced to trade barbs with Lin Yang.
But now?
With the Hundredfold Cultivation System in his grasp, Lin Yang was no more than an annoying insect.
"Lin Yang."
Jiang Chen's voice was cold as steel. "You only entered Lingyun Wufu on your brother's charity. Don't flaunt a superiority that doesn't belong to you. Move."
Lin Yang's face twisted with humiliation.
"Jiang Chen, do you think I'm still the same Lin Yang as before?"
His sneer was poisonous.
Since entering Lingyun Wufu, his brother had personally trained him. In just half a year, Lin Yang had broken through from Body Tempering Second Level to Fourth Level.
He wasn't the pushover of the past.
How dare this so-called trash act like he didn't exist?
The confrontation quickly drew a crowd. Students of Lingyun Wufu formed a circle, eager for drama.
"Isn't that Lin Yang? He's bullying people again."
"Bullying? He has a brother on the Lingyun List. Who dares oppose him?"
"Who's that other guy?"
"That's Jiang Chen. From Cangshan City, like Lin Yang. I heard his father spent a fortune to force his way into Lingyun Wufu. He's a Body Tempering double-level trash."
"Tsk, so that's the famous waste? He's actually going against Lin Yang? He's signing his own death sentence."
Mocking whispers and derisive laughter filled the air.
Lin Yang straightened his back, basking in their words.
"Jiang Chen, a Body Tempering double-layer waste… and you dare posture in front of me?" Lin Yang's voice dripped with malice.
He stepped closer, his shadow falling over Jiang Chen.
"Kneel. Beg me. Maybe I'll be merciful and let you live."
His lips curled into a cruel smirk.
"Otherwise…" His voice dropped, venomous. "I'll beat you so badly even your own mother wouldn't recognize you."
It was the perfect opportunity to humiliate Jiang Chen.
The old trash of Cangshan City, right here in Lingyun Wufu—he'd make him crawl.
But Jiang Chen's face remained expressionless.
His eyes were as cold as a winter lake.
"Do it, then."
His voice was soft, yet it cut like a blade.
"But I promise you this—the one who gets beaten beyond recognition today… will be you."