After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Jiang Yichen looked into his senior brother's hopeful eyes.

He knew that his senior brother was truly driven to desperation.

It must have been really tough for a rough man who only knew opera and martial arts to support more than a dozen people.

While still talking, Tan Yunxiao suddenly thought of something.

The excitement on his face slowly faded, his brows furrowed, and he looked Jiang Yichen up and down.

"Wait a minute, third brother. You won the championship in Shanghai, you're at the peak of your career right now. Your future looks bright, why did you suddenly come back?"

Jiang Yichen's heart skipped a beat. He picked up his teacup, took a sip of water, and tried to hide his surprise.

"I just missed home, so I came back to see everyone."

But Tan Yunxiao wasn't buying it at all. Having watched Jiang Yichen grow up, he knew his junior brother too well.

"Bullshit!" Tan Yunxiao stood up abruptly. "Your left eyelid twitches every time you lie!"

"Tell me honestly, did something happen to you in Shanghai? Were you bullied?"

Jiang Yichen waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, Senior Brother, you're overthinking it. I'm just back to rest for a while."

The more he hesitated, the more certain Tan Yunxiao became of his guess.

Tan Yunxiao's face darkened completely as he spoke.

"Third brother, the way you're behaving now is exactly the same as when you were a kid and got beaten up outside but didn't dare tell Master!"

"Tell me! Who is it? Tell your senior brother! Your senior brother will go to Shanghai and teach him a lesson!"

Jiang Yichen smiled wryly: "Senior Brother, it really is no one, don't make wild guesses."

Tan Yunxiao grew anxious when Jiang Yichen stubbornly refused to tell him.

"Do you think your senior brother is useless? That he can't protect you?"

Jiang Yichen quickly stood up.

"I absolutely did not mean that."

Tan Yunxiao ignored all explanations and strode towards the training area in the corner of the courtyard.

There stands a heavy, roly-poly wooden dummy specifically used for practicing martial arts movements and striking power.

The wooden dummy was covered with thick leather and filled with iron filings and cotton wool, weighing over 200 kilograms.

Tan Yunxiao walked up to the wooden dummy, ripped off his black short-sleeved shirt, and threw it on the ground.

His strong muscles were instantly exposed to the air, each muscle as solid as granite.

"Third brother, watch closely! Your senior brother hasn't been wasting his time these past few years!"

Tan Yunxiao bent his knees slightly and assumed a fighting stance.

His eyes instantly became incredibly sharp, and he exuded a terrifying aura.

He took a sudden step forward.

The blue brick floor even trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he exerted force from his waist, and the power flowed through his spine segment by segment.

His fists rained down on the wooden dummy like a storm.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thud echoed through the courtyard.

Each punch carried immense explosive power, causing the wooden dummy to shake violently.

Jiang Yichen's eyes widened.

In the original owner's memories, the eldest brother's martial arts skills were excellent.

But he didn't expect that when they actually started fighting, the destructive power would be so terrifying.

Tan Yunxiao's movements became faster and faster, his fist techniques were wide and powerful, and extremely fierce.

Suddenly, he shouted.

He lunged forward half a step and stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.

Using the momentum of his forward thrust, he lowered his shoulders and elbows.

Concentrate all your strength on your right elbow.

Bajiquan, Top Elbow!

Bang! A dull thud echoed as the impact exploded.

The heavy wooden dummy was sent flying several meters by his head, but the dummy itself, which hadn't fallen, now lay on the ground, unable to get up.

Tan Yunxiao slowly withdrew from his stance, his chest rising and falling slightly, and turned to look at Jiang Yichen.

"Now can you tell me who it is?"

Jiang Yichen was a little stunned. If his senior brother were in ancient times, he would definitely be a fierce general charging into battle!

But... no matter how good he is at fighting, how many people can he take on? Ten at most, right?

That time, Bai Yanqiu simply made a casual invitation, and it attracted over a hundred people.

Moreover, to deal with the Bai family, force alone is far from enough; one also needs money, power, and brains.

Jiang Yichen took a deep breath and met Tan Yunxiao's gaze.

He knew that if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation today, his senior brother would definitely not let it go.

"Senior Brother, put your clothes on first." Jiang Yichen walked over, picked up the short-sleeved shirt from the ground, and handed it to him.

Tan Yunxiao took the clothes and put them on, still staring intently at him.

Jiang Yichen sighed.

"Yes, I did offend some people in Shanghai." He chose to admit part of it, "I was too popular on the show, which blocked other people's path to making money."

"The other party has some connections and caused some trouble in the industry. I was too lazy to get entangled with them, so I went straight back to Beijing."

Jiang Yichen tried his best to make his tone sound relaxed.

"It's really nothing serious, I just don't like living in Shanghai."

Tan Yunxiao frowned. "Is it really that simple?"

"It's really that simple," Jiang Yichen said helplessly.

Tan Yunxiao stared at him for a long time before she finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

"These bastards, they bully people just because they're rich and powerful," Tan Yunxiao cursed.

"If I'm not happy staying here, then I'm not staying!"

"Even though our Qilin Opera Troupe is down on its luck now, we don't need you to feed us!"

Jiang Yichen then smoothly changed the subject completely.

"Our top priority right now is to keep our Qilin Opera Troupe going. We absolutely cannot let our master's life's work die in our hands."

Meng Lingyu immediately raised both hands in agreement.

"Third Senior Brother is right! With Third Senior Brother around, our opera troupe will definitely be able to revive!"

The other fellow disciples echoed their sentiments, instantly igniting the previously somber atmosphere.

Tan Yunxiao walked to Jiang Yichen's side, her face full of relief.

"Third brother, with your words, I feel more at ease."

"Tell me, what should we do next? Just point somewhere, and I'll hit it!"

Jiang Yichen looked around the dilapidated courtyard.

The peeling paint on the signboard, the weed-overgrown corner of the wall, and the old costumes and props...

A thought suddenly struck him, and he remembered those cross-dressing videos that went viral on the internet, using their own music as background music.

I am the original creator!

Why should we just stand by and watch others take away this immense wealth?