From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

The Xu residence!

"Come and see, our genius is back! Haha..."

"What a genius! How come you're still only at the peak of the Dark Force realm after several months at Lingyin Academy?"

"Tsk tsk, the family has spent so many resources, and I haven't made any progress in several years. If the family had spent those resources on me, I would have become a Transformation Realm martial artist long ago."

"He's a complete idiot, a total waste."

As Xu Yang passed by the Xu family's martial arts training ground, he heard a mocking voice.

His expression changed drastically; he bit his lip tightly, didn't say a word, and quickened his pace to leave.

But some people didn't want him to leave, and several figures blocked his way.

The leader, with his nostrils flared, stared at him and said, "Xu Yang, what are you doing back here?"

Xu Yang glanced at the other person. Xu Jian, his cousin, had broken through the barrier a month ago and become a Transformation Realm martial artist.

When he was a child, when Xu Jian was making rapid progress in his cultivation, Xu Jian would follow him around every day, trying to curry favor with him.

Later, when his cultivation stalled, Xu Jian immediately turned on him and began to belittle and ridicule him in various ways.

Xu Yang pursed his lips and remained silent, trying to avoid the question, but Xu Jian wouldn't let him go.

"Are you mute? Brother Jian is asking you a question." One of Xu Jian's henchmen pushed Xu Yang and shouted.

Xu Yang looked up and glared fiercely at the other person.

"What kind of look is that? You're not convinced? You think you're some kind of cultivation genius? Bah!"

Xu Yang didn't say a word and threw a punch at his opponent.

"Trash, who's afraid of you?" This person was also a martial artist with internal strength. When he saw Xu Yang throw a punch, he also threw a punch to meet it.

boom!

Their fists collided.

Xu Yang did not retreat a single step, but his opponent took two steps back, his force was dispersed, and his center was wide open.

"Those who insult me ​​shall die!" Xu Yang uttered the four words through gritted teeth, taking a step closer to his opponent and preparing to cripple him with a punch to the chest.

"Cousin, he's one of my men! You dare to lay a hand on him? You're asking for death!" Xu Jian's furious shout rang in my ears.

Xu Jian's figure blocked his way, and at the same time, he blocked Xu Yang's fist with a palm.

boom!

Xu Yang felt a powerful force surging from his fist, which immediately dissipated his internal energy, and his body involuntarily flew backward.

thump!

He fell three zhang away, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and a sharp pain shooting through half of his body.

"Sword Bro is awesome!"

"Brother Jian is truly a genius!"

"As expected of Brother Jian, his strength is beyond our reach."

"That good-for-nothing Xu Yang was sent flying with a single palm strike from Brother Jian. He really is a piece of trash."

Various voices praising Xu Jian echoed through the Xu family's martial arts training ground, and Xu Jian looked smug at the moment.

He walked up to Xu Yang with an air of superiority, looking down at Xu Yang who was lying on the ground unable to get up.

Xu Yang bit his lip tightly, his face full of resentment.

"Xu Yang, you're a piece of trash. If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to waste the family's resources anymore." Xu Jian said with a servile, self-serving attitude.

Xu Yang remained silent, his eyes revealing resentment and anger.

"What kind of look is that? You're not convinced? Believe me or not, I'll cripple you right now." Xu Jian coldly shouted, "Do you still think you're the pride of the Xu family? You're just a piece of trash now. If I cripple you now, the elders won't say anything, and even your patriarch father won't have the face to stand up for you."

Xu Yang lowered his head, feeling extremely suppressed, but he knew that Xu Jian was right about one thing: his father would indeed no longer stand up for him.

In recent years, his father has used his power as clan chief to spend a huge amount of resources on him, but unfortunately it has had no effect.

The talent for cultivation I had as a child is gone forever.

Xu Yang finally suppressed his anger, struggled to his feet, and lowered his head, trying again to bypass Xu Jian to find his father.

He needs the medicinal herbs listed in the prescription, as well as a beginner-level ice-attribute sword technique.

At this moment, Xu Yang made up his mind completely. He would dissipate his cultivation and start over, and completely trust Zhang Yu, because he had no other choice.

"Did I say you could leave?" Xu Jian blocked Xu Yang's way again.

"What do you want?" Xu Yang asked, glaring at Xu Jian.

Xu Jian lifted one foot and said, "Crawl over here."

"Yes, crawl over from under Brother Jian's feet."

"Haha...crawl over there!"

Xu Yang clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh. He looked up at the group of people who used to fawn over him, but now they were mocking and insulting him to the extreme.

On a small building in the distance, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and bright eyebrows and a woman were staring in the direction of the martial arts training ground.

"They've gone too far." The woman said angrily, preparing to go downstairs to help Xu Yang.

The man pulled the woman aside: "Let Xu Yang handle this himself."

"Ah!" the woman exclaimed, "Yuanshan, Yangyang is no match for Xu Jian, he..."

"We can't help Yangyang forever. If he's destined to stop at the Dark Force level, it's better to let him face reality now. The world of martial arts is cruel; no aristocratic family will sympathize with the weak," the middle-aged man said.

"Waaah... Xu Yuanshan, you're so heartless! Yangyang is your son!" the woman cried.

However, he ultimately did not go downstairs to help Xu Yang.

On the training ground, Xu Yang's eyes blazed with fury. Crawling over there? Impossible, even if it meant death.

He raised his fist to punch Xu Jian, but Xu Jian grabbed his wrist and kicked him in the stomach, knocking him unconscious.

Xu Yang finally woke up in the middle of the night.

He found himself lying unconscious in the training ground, and no one came to his rescue. Neither his father nor his mother came.

Xu Yang looked at the starry sky, and tears streamed down his face.

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!" he cried out in his heart.

"Dissipate your power!"

"I'm going to find my master, Zhang Yu."

"I want to become strong, strong enough that no one dares to bully me."

"I am willing to give everything for this, including my life."

Xu Yang hardened his heart. He had no way out. He didn't want to be mediocre or be humiliated. He could only risk his life.

He has his pride!

I absolutely do not want to live in the mud.

If he had to live in the mud for the rest of his life, he would rather die.

After lying there for half an hour until his tears had dried, Xu Yang got up from the ground and slowly walked towards his parents' residence.

He needs several precious medicinal herbs from the prescription and a beginner-level ice-attribute sword technique.

This was Zhang Yu's requirement for him.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of his parents' courtyard, the woman came out to greet him.

"Yangyang, are you alright?" the woman asked with concern.

During this time, she tried to help Xu Yang several times, but the man stopped her each time.

"Mother, I'm fine. Where's Father?" Xu Yang asked.

"In the study," the woman said.

Xu Yang walked towards his father's study. The woman, worried, followed behind.

dong dong!

"Father!"

"Come in!"

Xu Yang pushed open the door and entered the study, and the woman followed him in.

thump!

Xu Yang knelt directly in front of the man, his eyes filled with a resolute determination to die, and said, "Father, please help your son one last time."

Bang bang bang!

He kowtowed three times, and the floor of the study trembled slightly.

"Yangyang, get up quickly, let's talk this out." The woman stepped forward to help Xu Yang up, but Xu Yang did not get up. He said again, "Father, please help me one last time."