Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 81 Attitude Change
After applying the medicine to Li Mengchao, the doctor tactfully left.

The door closed, leaving only the Li family members in the room.

"Father, your son will never forgive Qin Yu!"

Li Mengchao sat up abruptly, oblivious to the aggravation of his wounds, his eyes blazing with fury. "This vicious villain, I'll turn him into a human pig!"

If Qin Yu were truly powerful, that would be one thing; if he defeated him or even seriously injured him, he would have nothing to say.

But they resorted to such insidious methods, almost severing his lifeline.

Looking back now, Li Mengchao still feels a sense of lingering fear.

He had killed many people, but he had never humiliated his opponent like this.

Qin Yu's actions crossed his bottom line!
Looking at the hatred in his son's eyes, Li Haitao slowly nodded, his tone carrying an undeniable authority, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Qin Yu's actions not only hurt you, but also slapped the face of my Li family. The family will naturally seek justice for you."

"No need."

Li Mengchao shook his head, his eyes sharp as knives, "I will avenge this personally!"

He wanted to personally tear Qin Yu, this clown, apart.

Looking at the determination in his son's eyes, Li Haitao hesitated for a moment and then stopped trying to persuade him.

He knew that if Li Mengchao didn't vent his anger, he would likely struggle to overcome his inner demons.

Moreover, if Li Mengchao were to take action, the Li family would naturally send people to accompany him.

"Speaking of which, you severely injured Lin Yue on the training ground this time, which can be considered a lesson for him."

The gray-robed old man stroked his beard, his tone tinged with coldness, "Let him understand that he should distance himself from the Xiao family. A mere boy with no background wants to get involved in the affairs of the six major families. Isn't he afraid of getting himself into trouble?"

Li Haitao nodded and said, "The Xiao family and my Li family have been at odds for generations, and their open and covert struggles have never stopped. Lin Yue is a talented kid. If he is really won over by the Xiao family and receives their resources and support, it is not impossible for him to break through to the Transformation Realm in the future. My Li family absolutely cannot tolerate the Xiao family having another Transformation Realm expert who will cause us trouble."

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes: "Lin Yue hasn't even reached the peak of Dark Force yet, but he already possesses such combat power, which shows his extraordinary potential. If he is allowed to grow steadily and obtain enough resources to break through to Transformation Force, he will surely become a great threat in the future."

"This is a lesson for him, and also a warning to others. If he still doesn't know what's good for him and insists on getting entangled with the Xiao family, even if Sun Yong is a veteran master of the Transformation Realm in Yuhe County, my Li family will not give him face. At that time, it will not be as simple as just being seriously injured. It is not impossible to cripple him or even take his life."

Li Mengchao snorted coldly, recalling Lin Yue's close ties with the Xiao family members and the rumors that he was going to marry the Xiao family's daughter. His eyes grew even colder: "He's stupid. How can a martial arts school disciple like him get involved in the conflicts between the six major families? Even his master wouldn't dare! This time he'll be lying in bed for a few months, which will be a good opportunity for him to think things through. Outsiders should behave like outsiders. He insists on squeezing into the circle. He won't even know how he died."

He paused, a hint of regret in his voice: "To be honest, I originally wanted to cripple him today to avoid future trouble. Regardless of whether he would still be close to the Xiao family, I was worried that he would hold a grudge against my Li family, so I wanted to make things more thorough. But I didn't expect that guy to be so weak. He was knocked unconscious by me. In front of so many people, I couldn't bring myself to kill him, so I had to give up."

“You did the right thing,” Li Haitao said in a deep voice. “It’s not advisable to be too flamboyant during the training ground test. Just stop when you’ve made your move. If you really want to deal with him, there will be plenty of opportunities. After you recover from your injuries, you can use this as an excuse to visit him and see how he treats you and the Li family. If he is truly dissatisfied, then we can end things with him. Although the Li family doesn’t care about him, if he really breaks through to the Transformation Realm, it will be quite troublesome.”

"Yes, Father," Li Mengchao nodded.

The gray-robed elder also said, "Chao'er, there's no need to rush. The most important thing right now is to recover from your injuries. We can discuss the rest after you've healed. As for Lin Yue, I'll have someone keep an eye on him. If he dares to collude with the Xiao family again, or shows any dissatisfaction with our Li family, then we can make further plans. After all, he is Sun Yong's most valued disciple. We can seriously injure him, but if we cripple him or take his life, Sun Yong might resort to desperate measures."

The other elders also nodded in agreement, advising Li Mengchao to rest and recuperate, and not to get angry over trivial matters, as this would affect her recovery.

Although Li Mengchao still harbored resentment, he knew that his elders were right, so he nodded and said, "I understand."

The atmosphere in the room eased a little, and the elders gave a few more instructions on the precautions for resting before getting up and leaving one after another.

The candlelight still flickered. Li Mengchao leaned against the couch, gazing at the ceiling, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

Whether it was Qin Yu's ruthlessness or Lin Yue's lack of pragmatism, both of them fueled a fire within him.

He clenched his fists secretly, thinking that once he recovered, he would settle all these scores one by one.

Tongyifang, Yang Jing's small courtyard.

The morning light shone through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Yang Jing slowly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

The energy depleted by yesterday's fierce battles has mostly recovered, and even the dull pain in my abdomen has lessened considerably.

He slept for half an hour longer than usual. When he got up, his cousin Yang An had already put the food on the table.

On the octagonal table, the tiger meat was still steaming, with a bowl of congee and several side dishes next to it.

Yang Jing sat down and wolfed down his food, eating more than a pound of tiger meat before finally stopping.

As one's martial arts realm deepens, the nourishing effects of beast meat do indeed gradually weaken, but it is still sufficient to support daily consumption.

He touched the two porcelain bottles in his arms, which contained several Rejuvenation Pills and nine Qi-Nourishing Pills. These pills would come in handy if the energy supply from the meat of the ferocious beasts in his body was exhausted during martial arts practice.

However, since his injuries have not yet healed, he does not plan to engage in high-intensity training. He only seeks to proceed step by step, using the practice of boxing techniques to slowly regulate his body.

"Jingdi, why don't you eat more?" Yang An asked with a simple and honest smile as he cleared away the dishes.

"That's enough, brother, I'm going to the martial arts gym." Yang Jing wiped his mouth, tidied himself up, picked up his cloth bag, and got up to walk out the door.

About half an incense stick's time.

Yang Jing then arrived at the Sun Family Martial Arts School in Chengpingfang.

In the front yard of the martial arts school, there were already seven or eight disciples practicing horse stance, lifting stone weights, and boxing. When they saw Yang Jing walk in, they all stopped what they were doing and respectfully cupped their hands, saying, "Good morning, Senior Brother Yang!"

"morning."

Yang Jing noticed the change in the attitude of his fellow disciples, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Ultimately, it all came down to their own strength.

He smiled and nodded in response, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before heading straight to the wall.

He took off his short jacket, revealing his lean and muscular physique.

The marks of the two days' competition were still visible on his skin. Three claw marks on his right arm had scabbed over, there was a bruise on his left rib, and a faint fist mark was clearly imprinted on his lower abdomen, left from yesterday's clash with Zhou Tong.

Then he stepped into the center of the front yard, ready to practice his boxing.

"let's start."

Yang Jing took a deep breath, lowered his waist and assumed a horse stance, and slowly began to execute the starting posture of the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

The fist was slowly thrust out, bringing with it a steady whistling sound; every move was executed with utmost solidity.

He didn't rush to activate his internal energy. Instead, he used the rhythm of his fist techniques to gradually transform the heat contained in the tiger meat within his body into internal energy. At the same time, he guided this gentle energy to flow through his injured internal organs, slowly repairing the damage like being nourished by warm water. The disciples around him looked at the scars on his body and at his meticulous fist-practicing posture even with injuries, and their eyes were filled with admiration.

"Senior Brother Yang already got fourth place in the military examination, and he's still working so hard..."

"Look at the injuries on his body, they must have been sustained through hard work. If it were me, I probably would have been resting by now."

"We need to step up our efforts too. Senior Brother Yang is so amazing and works so hard, what reason do we have to slack off?"

"You think you're qualified to be compared to Senior Brother Yang? No matter how hard you work, you can't even compare to a hair on Senior Brother Yang's head. I've heard that although Senior Brother Yang has inferior physique, he has high talent in other areas, otherwise he wouldn't be so strong."

Amidst the whispers, there were arguments, but even more so, feelings of self-consciousness. The disciples straightened their stances again, their momentum several times stronger than before.

Yang Jing was so engrossed in his boxing technique that he seemed oblivious to the discussions around him.

After an unknown amount of time, he finished a set of Mountain-Crushing Fist and was about to take a moment to catch his breath when a clear female voice came from behind him: "Junior Brother Yang."

He turned around and saw Sun Ningxiang walking out of the inner courtyard.

She was dressed in a moon-white outfit, the hem of her skirt swaying gently with her steps.

She glanced around the courtyard as soon as she entered, and when she saw that Yang Jing had arrived, she visibly breathed a sigh of relief. However, when her gaze fell on the wounds on his body, she couldn't help but pause slightly.

In the past, I only thought this junior brother was taciturn and buried in his training. But now, looking at the scars of varying depths on his body, and his back, which was soaked with sweat and outlined smooth muscle lines, I inexplicably felt that he had a kind of rugged charm.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she forcibly suppressed it, her cheeks burning slightly.

"Senior Sister Ningxiang." Yang Jing bowed respectfully.

“My father is waiting for you in the inner courtyard and wants you to go there.” Sun Ningxiang composed herself, her tone returning to its usual calm.

“Alright, I was just about to report back to my master.” Yang Jing nodded, picked up his short jacket and put it on, then followed Sun Ningxiang into the inner courtyard.

The two passed through the moon gate and entered the inner courtyard.

Several green bamboos are planted on both sides of the bluestone path. Morning dew drips down the bamboo leaves and splashes up tiny water droplets on the ground.

Sun Ningxiang walked ahead, glancing at Yang Jing beside her from the corner of her eye from time to time, her curiosity and surprise still lingering.

She simply couldn't understand how Yang Jing had managed to make it all the way to fourth place.

The training ground was filled with top experts, the best of the best among those at the peak of internal strength. It would take all their strength to maintain a place in the top eight, let alone reach fourth place.

Just like Xu Hong, the senior disciple of the martial arts school, who was already at the peak of internal strength, he lost to Zhou Zhiqiang in the arena and didn't even get first place.

How long has it been since Yang Jing broke through to the Dark Force realm? Yet he is already able to defeat many renowned masters, which is simply unbelievable.

In the study in the inner courtyard.

Sun Yong was sitting in the armchair behind his desk, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the tabletop.

The sky outside the window was already bright, but he hadn't slept all night, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes.

The strong tea on the table had been brewed three times and was already completely cold.

His feelings were very complicated, half annoyed and half delighted. This mixed emotion kept him tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep.

What infuriated him was that Lin Yue had been severely injured. Lin Yue was the disciple he had poured the most effort into. He was exceptionally talented and had superior physique. He was a promising candidate to break through to the Transformation Realm, but he was severely injured at the age when he should have been making the most progress. He would inevitably have to lie in bed for several months, which would greatly affect his martial arts progress. Thinking of this, Sun Yong couldn't help but clench his fists.

But the thought of Yang Jing made him feel much lighter.

Fourth place in the military examination!
The Sun Family Martial Arts School had been silent for more than ten years, and the gossip in the city never stopped. People said that Sun Yong had no successor and that the Sun Family Martial Arts School was going to decline. Even some second- and third-rate martial arts schools dared to secretly laugh at the situation.

This matter was like a thorn in his heart, stuck there for many years, almost becoming a demon in his mind.

Now, Yang Jing has suddenly risen to prominence as a dark horse, not only making it onto the list of candidates for the training ground test but also ranking fourth. This has completely silenced all the mocking voices!

"Boom, boom, boom."

A knock sounded on the door, and Yang Jing's respectful voice came from outside: "Master, your disciple Yang Jing greets you."

Upon hearing the sound, Sun Yong abruptly stood up, his weariness vanishing instantly. He strode to the door and personally opened it.

"Come in, come in quickly!"

He patted Yang Jing's shoulder with a smile, the force not light, but revealing genuine joy.

As Yang Jing entered the study, Sun Yong pointed to the chair next to the table and said, "Sit down."

He then turned to Sun Ningxiang, who had followed him in, and instructed her, "Ningxiang, go and fetch that jar of 'Green Bud Jade Leaf' tea and make a pot of tea for your junior brother."

Sun Ningxiang was taken aback upon hearing this.

Green Bud Jade Leaf is a treasured tea of ​​my father's, picked from the cliffs of Yunwu Mountain outside Jintai Prefecture. It is harvested only once every three years and is said to contain a faint spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is very beneficial for nourishing the meridians of martial artists.

This tea, made from such rare and precious ingredients, is priceless and unavailable. My father usually treasures it, yet today he's willing to use it to entertain Yang Jing.

Although she was somewhat surprised, she still replied "Yes" and then turned and walked towards the tea room.

Yang Jing was also taken aback. He had heard Liu Maolin mention the name "Azure Sprout Jade Leaf" before and knew how precious it was. He quickly said, "Master, there's no need for that—"

"Oh, he's my own disciple, no need to be so polite."

Sun Yong waved his hand, sat down with a smile, and looked at Yang Jing with increasing satisfaction. "I've heard about what happened yesterday. Your fourth place in the training ground test has brought great honor to the martial arts school and to your teacher. This little bit of tea is nothing."

The morning light streamed into the study through the window paper, softening the wrinkles around Sun Yong's eyes.

The pent-up frustration of more than ten years dissipated in an instant, and he felt completely refreshed. Even the way he looked at Yang Jing was as if he were looking at a piece of uncarved but already radiant jade.

Sun Yong picked up the iced tea on the table, took a sip, looked at Yang Jing opposite him, and asked gently, "Yesterday I left the training ground halfway through. Tell me the details of the competition afterwards. Although there are rumors outside, they are not as clear as your own words."

Yang Jing straightened his body and slowly said, "I first fought He Han and then faced Xu Guangwei. He had profound internal strength. After defeating He Han, Jinlian asked my fourth senior brother to send me a Hundred Herbs Elixir. After taking it, my internal strength was replenished, which allowed me to hold on until the end and luckily defeat Xu Guangwei."

When Yang Jing mentioned the Hundred Herbs Elixir, his tone was filled with gratitude: "That elixir is extremely potent. It not only replenished my internal energy, but also significantly reduced my previous hidden injuries. Otherwise, I might not have been able to hold out until I was able to fight Zhou Tong."

Speaking of the final match, Yang Jing said calmly, "When I fought Zhou Tong, his left arm was already injured, so he couldn't exert his strength normally, and his hard skills were greatly reduced. I took advantage of my agility to maneuver around him and wear him down until he was exhausted, and only then did I win by chance. In the end, it was because he was injured that I was able to win."

(End of this chapter)