Honghuang: The Golden Crow Emperor, starts by robbing the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 407: The Unworthy Chenxiang
A hint of disappointment flashed across Yang Jian's eyes, but he quickly hid it: "Cultivating immortals is a very difficult thing. Are you sure you can endure this hardship?"

"I can." Chenxiang was in high spirits and answered without hesitation.

"Okay, from now on, you come here at this time every day and your uncle will teach you. But you can't tell anyone about your meeting with me, including your father." Yang Jian agreed.

"Why? Oh, right, where's my mom? I've never seen her. Everyone else has a mother, but I don't. Every time I ask my dad, he tells me that my mom will come back when I grow up. But now I'm sixteen years old, and my mom still hasn't come back."

"Uncle, do you know where my mother went?"

Chenxiang looked at Yang Jian expectantly.

"It's not the right time yet. You will know when the time comes." Yang Jian felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look Chenxiang in the eye.

Because he was so familiar with this look. When he was a child, Yang Chan looked at him expectantly and asked him when they could see their parents.

Although he was trying to protect Yang Chan, he was the one who pinned Yang Chan under Mount Hua with his own hands.

"Another answer like that. Uncle, can you tell me what my mother looks like? You are so handsome, my mother must be very beautiful."

Chenxiang looked into the distance expectantly, muttering: "I really want to have a mother, but I don't even know what she looks like in my dreams."

Yang Jian's heart was stabbed hard, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Your mother is very beautiful and gentle, the best woman in the world."

"It's just as I imagined. Then why did my mother leave me? I thought my mother died, but my father said she was alive and well." Chenxiang was very confused.

"Because your mother did something wrong and needs to make up for it." Yang Jian sighed.

"Oh, so why did you come to see me just now, uncle?" Chenxiang scratched his head.

"Because I don't like your father, he is not worthy of your mother. If it weren't for you and your mother, I would have killed him long ago." When Liu Yanchang was mentioned, Yang Jian couldn't control his disgust.

"I, my father is fine." Chenxiang wanted to refute, but he obviously lacked confidence.

His uncle is an immortal, his mother is most likely a fairy, and his father has nothing, which makes him seem unworthy of a fairy. But he cannot say anything bad about his father, at least his father treats him very well.

"Don't mention him to me. I will never acknowledge him. Okay, go back. Come here tomorrow morning and your uncle will teach you how to practice."

Yang Jian was worried that he could not suppress his anger and would scare Chenxiang, so he turned into a red and left.

"Wow, he left so soon, so impressive." Chenxiang's eyes widened.

The next morning, Chenxiang came running over impatiently.

Yang Jian did not teach Chenxiang the secrets of cultivation, but instead taught him the method of cultivation for mortals - martial arts, to temper Chenxiang's character.

When he put the Precious Lotus Lantern into Chenxiang's body, he used it to shape an immortal root for Chenxiang. With the immortal root, Chenxiang could use magic formulas to directly guide spiritual energy into his body for cultivation.

He could even use Huangzhongli to directly transform Chenxiang into a golden immortal.

But Chenxiang's character is too bad and not firm enough, so he can't go far in anything he does.

In the past, he also practiced martial arts to temper his character. At that time, he was only five or six years old. He fought with wild beasts every day. If he was not careful, he would be killed. Fortunately, he survived.

Chenxiang practiced like this, and it was much more comfortable than he did at that time.

"I'm so tired, uncle, is there any way to relax a little?"

After practicing for only ten minutes, Chenxiang collapsed on the ground and wanted to give up.

"Humph, there are no shortcuts in this world. If you can't even endure this little hardship, how can you be qualified to become an immortal and live forever?"

"No matter what it is, if you want to get something you must pay for it. The life of a mortal is only a hundred years short. With your personality, you are doomed to achieve nothing and have no right to see your mother." Yang Jian's expression turned cold and a powerful aura spread out. Chenxiang was startled and quickly got up and stood in horse stance obediently.

"I'll come to check in half a month."

Yang Jian left after he finished speaking.

As soon as Yang Jian left, Chen Xiang immediately relaxed: "I'm so tired. It's the same if I practice again at noon. My uncle doesn't know anyway."

After saying this, he ran back home, not knowing that Yang Jian had seen everything.

"Master, this boy is too careless." Even Roaring Sky Dog couldn't stand it anymore.

"Sure enough, without hatred there is no motivation." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then said: "Tonight you pretend to be a robber and break into the house to rob, humiliate them and break Liu Yanchang's legs."

"Okay." Xiaotian Dog rubbed his fists. He had long wanted to beat up that loser Liu Yanchang. Such a worthless person actually defiled the young lady.

At night, Xiaotian Dog broke into Liu Yanchang's house. He was arrogant and domineering. He slapped the father and son in the face and humiliated them. He emptied the house and broke Liu Yanchang's leg.

After this ordeal, Chenxiang finally grew up a little and took care of Liu Yanchang. He borrowed money from every household to pay for Liu Yanchang's medical treatment, but Liu Yanchang's injuries were too severe to recover at all.

Chenxiang wanted to take revenge, so he practiced hard every day.

Finally, half a month later, Chenxiang could not wait to run to Yang Jian and cried and complained: "Uncle, a thief broke into my house and broke my father's leg. Uncle, please help me get revenge."

"You have grown up and become a man. If you have a grudge, you should take revenge yourself. You are just a thief. If you practice as I teach you, you will be able to take revenge in three months at most." Yang Jian said.

"Yes, I will practice hard." Chenxiang wiped away her tears.

Yang Jian nodded with satisfaction. It turned out that hatred was the best motivation.

Yang Jian's plan was well calculated, but one month later, two uninvited guests disrupted his plan. Ao Bingxin brought Ao Chun, the eighth prince of the East China Sea, to visit Chenxiang.

After learning about what happened, Ao Bingxin used her magic power to help Liu Yanchang heal his leg.

As soon as Liu Yanchang recovered, Chenxiang became lazy again, and took Ao Chun to be idle all day long.

Yang Jian's face darkened when he saw this. At this moment he discovered that Tiannu, the servant of the Queen Mother, had gone down to the mortal world to do work for the Queen Mother and had been injured. He actually wanted to suck the baby's vital energy to heal his wound. He immediately took out his anger on Tiannu.

Tiannu was beaten half to death, but he dared not say a word and returned to heaven obediently.

As soon as he returned to heaven, he met the Fairy of Flowers. The Fairy of Flowers spoke up for Tiannu and told him about Yang Chan and Chenxiang.

Tiannu’s eyes became brighter and brighter.

Looking at Tiannu who was leaving excitedly, the Fairy of Flowers curled up her lips into a mocking sneer.

On this day, Yang Jian had just returned to the Zhenjun Temple when Tiannu came over with an arrogant look on his face: "Yang Jian, bring me a hundred Nine Revolutions Golden Pills to heal my wounds."

"Are you crazy?" Xiaotian Dog was confused. How could a mere servant be so arrogant?

"Yang Jian, your sister wanted to be a mortal and gave birth to an illegitimate child. Do you think you can keep it a secret?"

"You were very aggressive in beating me before. I asked for a hundred Nine Revolutions Golden Pills, but that's not enough. If you don't give them to me, I will tell Queen Mother Queen immediately."

Tiannu was extremely arrogant. He knew how much Yang Jian cared about Yang Chan, and this matter was Yang Jian's Achilles' heel.

(End of this chapter)