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Yang Liao quietly arrived at the Martial Arts Hall and found an inconspicuous corner to stand in. A few peers from the Yang Family noticed him and exchanged mocking glances. Yang Liao's gaze remained calm, unfazed by their reactions.
At that moment, a boy of similar age to Yang Liao spotted him from a distance, excitement flashing in his eyes.
He quickly walked over to Yang Liao, deliberately raising his voice to taunt, "Orphan, what makes you think you belong in the Martial Arts Hall? Shouldn't you be back in your woodshed, chopping firewood properly?"
Upon hearing this, over a hundred members of the Yang Family inside the hall merely glanced at the corner but showed little interest. Although Yang Wen was not particularly strong, Yang Liao was far weaker—like an ant, offering no spectacle worth watching.
Yang Wen sneered at Yang Liao, and those in the Martial Arts Hall began to focus their attention on the two in the corner, sensing that something entertaining was about to unfold.
Suddenly, there was a flash before their eyes, followed by a scream and the unmistakable sound of bones cracking. They then witnessed Yang Wen's body soaring through the air like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground.
A chorus of swallowed gasps filled the air as astonished and fearful gazes fixated on Yang Liao's slightly bent knees and slowly retracting fists.
"Am I hallucinating? That kid just knocked Yang Wen nearly dead with one punch?"
"This isn't an illusion... Yang Liao has been hiding his strength! Chopping wood in the woodshed must have built him up like this?"
Voices rose around them, all expressing shock at Yang Liao's overwhelming display of power.
Yang Guang narrowed his eyes as he observed Yang Liao, his gaze filled with murderous intent. "I misjudged him yesterday; he didn't exert much effort when he fought the gatekeeper! This could be troublesome. Gaining control over Mirror Lake Town won't be easy!"
"Brother Guang, you might want to consider..." A member of the Yang Family leaned closer to Yang Guang and whispered something in his ear.
Yang Guang's expression shifted from gloomy to bright as he clapped his hands and praised, "Good idea!"
Two of Yang Wen's close relatives carried him out of the Martial Arts Hall. Yang Wen's elder brother was training at the Right Holy Academy and rarely returned home.
Relying on his brother's strength, Yang Wen held considerable influence among the Yang Family.
At that moment, three core members of the Yang Family, who were uncles and older relatives of Yang Liao, entered the Martial Arts Hall.
Yang Guang's father, Yang Jin, was among them and was also the leader of this testing session.
"Dear nephews and nieces, let's keep it simple. If you feel you've made progress, come up and give it a try. Those who are stagnant can stay put," Yang Jin said as he scanned the room and noticed an unfamiliar figure in the corner.
He frowned slightly, pondering for a moment before focusing his gaze on Yang Liao. "You are Yang Jian's son, Yang Liao?"
"Yes," Yang Liao stepped forward, squinting at Yang Jin, a flicker of murderous intent crossing his eyes.
"If it weren't for that group who attacked Father and Mother being too strong, and if Yang Jin didn't have such power, then the biggest suspect would be this scoundrel!" Yang Liao thought to himself.
Since he could remember at the age of three, Yang Jin had made things difficult for Yang Jian. After Yang Jian's death, Yang Jin brazenly seized control of Mirror Lake Town and secretly instructed Lady Wei to suppress Yang Liao, causing him to lose family support at a young age and relegating him to menial tasks in the woodshed.
Yang Jin was powerful, and he caught that flicker of murderous intent in Yang Liao's eyes.
"This bastard has changed completely..." Yang Jin thought.
"Yang Liao, are you here to participate in the test as well?" Yang Jin asked from a distance, looking at Yang Liao.
"That's right," Yang Liao nodded.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Yang Liao thought it was time to make a name for himself. Only by standing out could he gain the attention of the family elders and reclaim everything that belonged to him!
The first step started with dignity.
Yang Liao strode confidently to the testing point, all eyes focused on him.
"How much strength does he really have?"
"He must be at least a Witch. Thankfully, although we looked down on him before, we never bullied him. He has hidden himself too well."
"You all worry too much. When it comes to the interests of Mirror Lake Town, will Yang Cheng and the factions of Yang Jin and Yang Guang let go? I dare say he won't survive long."
"Don't forget, he just severely injured Yang Wen. Yang Wen's older brother is the second strongest among our generation!"
Amidst the murmurs, Yang Liao listened quietly, fully aware of his current situation.
Making a splash in the strength test wasn't enough; he needed to attract the attention of the family elders. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to survive in the Yang Family.
"Then I can only temporarily sacrifice something," Yang Liao thought to himself.
"Yang Liao, nephew, you truly surprise me," Yang Jin said coldly, pointing at the row of large cauldrons. "Let's begin. I want to see what kind of legacy Yang Jian left behind."
"No matter what it is, it’s better than your son. Uncle Jin, I respect you as an elder of the family and don’t want to argue with you. Now, in front of so many people, I'll be straightforward: Mirror Lake Town was left to me by my father and is registered under my name in the family records. From now on, I will manage Mirror Lake Town myself. Over these ten years that you've managed it for me, you've at least earned twelve thousand Grade Two Witch Stones, right? After deducting the reward for your hard work, just give me nine thousand Grade Two Witch Stones."
Yang Liao's lips curled into a cold smile as his fierce gaze locked onto Yang Jin.
Yang Jin trembled with rage, disregarding the shame of an elder striking a junior. In a sudden burst of anger, he unleashed a powerful palm strike against Yang Liao's chest.
Blood sprayed from Yang Liao's mouth as his body was sent flying, crashing through the window of the Martial Arts Hall and leaving a gaping hole behind.
The entire hall fell into stunned silence.
Everyone present, including Yang Guang, was left speechless, their faces frozen in disbelief.
Had Yang Jin gone mad?
It was already a grave taboo for an elder to strike a junior, and to do so with such ferocity was beyond comprehension.
"Yang Jin, look at what you've done!"
Two uncles standing beside Yang Jin shouted in dismay before rushing out of the Martial Arts Hall. The rest of the family quickly followed suit, gathering around Yang Liao.
"Dad, what were you thinking?" Yang Guang tugged at Yang Jin's sleeve, his voice low and anxious.
Yang Jin stared at his own palm in shock. "I only used a bit of Witch Power. How could it have turned out like this?"
"Dad, you're being foolish!" Yang Guang's face showed clear worry. A light reprimand towards Yang Liao would have been acceptable, but sending him flying and causing him to spit blood was simply outrageous.
The rivalry between generations was common; for instance, when Yang Liao had fought Yang Wen, even if it had been reported to the family head, it wouldn't have mattered much as long as no one was killed.
The elders' heavy-handedness towards the younger generation would surely bring about consequences!
...
At the Yang Residence, in the central area, there was a spacious plaza. At the end of the plaza stood the power center of the Yang Family, an imposing three-story building.
In the realm of the Witch Clan, a three-story structure was already considered a high-standard building.
Inside the grand hall on the first floor, an elderly man was examining Yang Liao's injuries.
Though his hair was white, he appeared spirited, with sharp tiger-like eyes that shone brightly. His strength was the highest within the Yang Family, having reached the Witch King stage, making him a renowned expert throughout Right Holy City.
All the senior members of the Yang Family had gathered, except for Yang Liao's grandfather.
"This child is a descendant of Yang Jian?" Yang Hong asked as he assessed Yang Liao's injuries. Finding that only his internal organs were damaged and that he was not in serious danger, he felt somewhat relieved and inquired of those nearby.
After receiving confirmation, he helped Yang Liao sit up, placing his palms on Yang Liao's back. He channeled Witch Power into him to aid in his recovery.
After a moment, Yang Liao coughed a few times and opened his eyes.
Yang Hong withdrew his hands and returned to his seat at the head of the table.
"Thank you for saving my life, Great-Grandfather," Yang Liao said as he scrambled to his feet and deeply bowed to Yang Hong.
"Child, no need for such formalities," Yang Hong said, gazing intently at Yang Liao. "From now on, you should reside in the house left by your father. Defeating Yang Wen has already proven your potential. As members of the Yang Family, we are resilient and steadfast; it is only fitting that we carry ourselves this way."
“Great-Grandfather Xie.”
“You have received the monthly salary you missed over the past decade from the accounts office. As for Mirror Lake Town…” Yang Hongchao, the second-in-command of the family sitting in the left position, glanced at Yang Cheng before shifting his gaze back to Yang Liao and said calmly, “Mirror Lake Town is of great importance. You should wait until you are a bit older. However, the harvest from Mirror Lake Town that belongs to you will remain yours; no one can take it away.”
Yang Hong's last statement carried a hint of reprimand, unleashing an invisible Heat Wave directed at Yang Jin.
Yang Jin felt the impact of the Heat Wave, causing his blood to surge uncomfortably, and a chill ran through him.
He stood up respectfully and said, “Uncle, over these years I have helped manage Mirror Lake Town for my cousin Yang Liao. I feel I have worked hard. In my opinion, it would be best for Yang Liao to manage Mirror Lake Town himself. Our Yang Family has produced outstanding talents, which is a fortunate thing. Yang Liao is exceptional and needs proper training; managing Mirror Lake Town would serve as a good exercise for him.”
“As for the harvest from Mirror Lake Town over the past decade, I will ensure that the accounts are settled clearly and returned in full to Yang Liao.”
Upon hearing Yang Jin's words, Yang Liao felt no joy; instead, he felt a chill deep within!
The members of the Yang Family in the hall watched with strange expressions as they focused on Yang Jin and Yang Liao. Everyone understood Yang Jin's intentions; it was just a matter of how Yang Liao would respond. Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn’t take on Mirror Lake Town at this moment, right?
However, Yang Liao's reaction surprised them all.
Yang Liao coldly looked at Yang Jin and said, “Uncle Jin, I still stand by what I said: you may take one-tenth of the harvest from Mirror Lake Town as your reward for your hard work. You have assisted me tirelessly and with integrity, but I feel it would be inappropriate not to offer you this token of appreciation.”
Hearing Yang Liao's words and seeing the cold expression on his face, the members of the Yang Family in the hall began to curse him silently for being ungrateful. Accepting Mirror Lake Town was one thing; mocking Yang Jin was akin to courting disaster!
Seated at the head of the table, Yang Hong’s chest heaved with anger. “Yang Jian certainly left behind a good son! Take care of yourself!”
When Yang Hong examined Yang Liao's injuries, he clearly understood that they were not severe enough to cause such a dramatic reaction. It was likely that he had bitten his tongue and used his foot to gather strength, leveraging Yang Jin’s Palm Power to achieve such an effect.
Because of this, the Elder Patriarch believed that Yang Liao was meticulous and a person of great potential. Little did he expect that Yang Liao's subsequent performance would be utterly foolish!
Not taking over Mirror Lake Town was one thing; how many people would he need? Just on the way to Mirror Lake Town, how many assassins would be waiting for him?
The Elder Patriarch felt it was a pity. A person who had endured for so long had indeed accumulated a lot, but the explosion of emotions was too intense and could end up hurting himself!
...
On this day, Yang Liao rode a tall steed, accompanied by several capable guards arranged by the Elder Patriarch, gallantly heading towards Mirror Lake Town.
Meanwhile, Wei Chen, Shaohou, and Dongfang Ming were also on their way to Mirror Lake Town.
“Brother Dongfang, is Mirror Lake Town really as picturesque as you described?” Wei Chen asked cheerfully.
Feeling bored, he struck up a conversation with Dongfang Ming. Dongfang Ming had mentioned Mirror Lake Town before; it was known for its beautiful scenery and a lake that was as smooth as a mirror, attracting many visitors.
A flash of ruthlessness crossed Dongfang Ming's eyes, but his expression remained cheerful as he replied, “Yes, people from the academy say it's quite nice there. Many have visited; it's a good way to understand the customs and culture of the Witch Clan's territory.”
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