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"Ha ha, this arrangement is quite peculiar. It seems that destroying the formidable Witch Clan is not just my own affair; the master of that great hand possesses true divine power!"
"Yang Liao," he said calmly, glancing around before climbing out of the mire and heading toward Right Holy City.
"My friend, I apologize for taking over your body, but you are already dead. Even without me, your soul would have scattered. However, rest assured, in this life, I am Yang Liao; I am you. I will avenge your enemies! I will find your mother!"
"I am you; your parents are also my parents."
"I am Yang Liao!" Yang Liao declared solemnly, his expression grave and his gaze resolute. He clenched his right fist and pressed it against his left chest, speaking with utmost seriousness.
Yang Liao silently promised the lingering soul within the Sea of Consciousness. The faint remnant seemed to sigh lightly, filled with a mix of regret and satisfaction before completely dissipating.
At that moment, the two souls merged perfectly without any gaps.
Yang Liao found clean water to wash away the dirt on his body. After his clothes dried in the sun, he entered Right Holy City and arrived at Yang Residence.
"Yo yo, isn't this Young Master Yang? What brings you out for a stroll today? Is the firewood ready?" One of the gate guards sneered openly at Yang Liao.
Two or three other guards laughed along.
Yang Liao did not wish to cause trouble. He paid no mind to such lowly servants who looked down on others and chose to remain silent.
As he walked toward the gate, he was blocked by the guard who had spoken earlier.
"Do you really think you're Young Master Yang? Hey, Bastard, why don't you bark like a dog for me? Otherwise, you'll get a beating!" The guard sneered coldly.
The servants of Yang Residence were used to being ordered around by those young masters. When they encountered Yang Liao, who bore the bloodline of the Yang Family, they would mock him. In the past, when faced with such situations, Yang Liao would only protect his vital areas and endure a beating; he had never barked like a dog.
Yang Liao squinted, a hint of murderous intent flickering in his eyes. "You servant! Shut your filthy mouth!"
"Shut... ahhh!"
Before the gatekeeper could finish his curse, he was suddenly sent flying, letting out a long, agonizing scream before rolling his eyes back and fainting.
The other three gatekeepers were left speechless, their gazes fixed on Yang Liao.
Had they gone mad? How could Yang Liao suddenly possess such strength?
"Well, well, Yang Liao, you’re quite strong, aren’t you? Must be around ten thousand pounds of force!" A voice called out.
Yang Liao turned to see a young man in splendid attire approaching, followed by a sycophant who swayed as he walked.
Upon seeing that person, Yang Liao narrowed his eyes even further until they were just slits. His fists quietly clenched.
It was Lady Wei's son, Yang Guang!
Yang Liao and Yang Guang had no enmity; one was underground while the other was above. Yang Guang had never bothered to bully him.
But for some reason, Lady Wei had sent two Guardians to poison Yang Liao. Driven by a desire for revenge and hatred that extended to all associated with him, Yang Liao felt his blood boil and murderous intent surge upon seeing Yang Guang!
Yang Guang approached closely, scrutinizing Yang Liao with a calm demeanor. "Yang Liao, you've improved. I suppose you’ve become a sorcerer now?"
Yang Liao coldly regarded Yang Guang. "No need to waste your breath."
"Ha, did I just give you a compliment? What use is the lowest-level witch? I am already a Great Shaman and will soon reach the Shaman level."
Yang Guang's face showed a smug expression. "Grandfather has promised that once I reach the Shaman level, he will grant me ownership of Mirror Lake Town. Hehe, over the years, Mirror Lake Town has brought me considerable income. I owe my rapid advancement to the Shaman level to your deceased father."
Mirror Lake Town was originally the private territory of Yang Liao's father, Yang Jian. With Yang Jian's death, Mirror Lake Town should have gone to Yang Liao. Unfortunately, Yang Liao was still young, and Yang Jian was not well-liked in the Yang Family, so Mirror Lake Town was seized by his uncle, Yang Jin. All the profits were funneled to Yang Guang.
However, in name, it was still Yang Liao's private property!
Suddenly, Yang Liao realized that Lady Wei must have sent someone to kill him for that piece of land!
"Ah... The last thing Father left for me must not fall into the hands of others!" Yang Liao silently vowed.
After the perfect fusion of souls, he no longer rejected calling him Father.
The soul controlling Yang Liao's body could no longer tell if it was the oppressed Yang Liao who only sought a meal or the invincible Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai from his previous life.
Moreover, he deeply remembered his mission for coming here.
Destroy the Witch Clan!
Yang Guang looked at the cold-faced Yang Liao with a grin and continued, "Furthermore, once I break through to the Shaman level, I can cultivate at the Right Holy Academy. The strongest brothers and sisters in our family all studied at the Right Holy Academy. But no matter how strong they are, they will only inherit a fief from their uncles and elders, while I..."
Yang Guang raised three fingers and waved them in front of Yang Liao's eyes with an arrogant expression. "I will inherit my father's fief, my grandfather's fief, and even your deceased father's fief. By then, I will have the most wealth and be able to buy many herbs and even Witch Stones. In this generation of the Yang Family, I will be the one who achieves the most."
Listening to Yang Guang's words and recalling Lady Wei, who had nearly caused his death, Yang Liao felt his blood boil and his breath grow heavy. He wanted to strike out several times but ultimately held himself back.
"I currently have no weapon. If I had a sword in hand, I could take on even a Shaman-level opponent!"
"But now is not the time to deal with them. The Second Elder, Yang Cheng's faction, has a single lineage. If I kill Yang Guang, his grandfather Yang Cheng and father Yang Jin will not let me off easily."
Yang Liao coldly looked at Yang Guang and said indifferently, "If you want to take Mirror Lake Town, you're dreaming!"
"You'll find out soon enough. Mirror Lake Town has always been the wealthiest. Heh, I wonder what the ancestor was thinking when he handed Mirror Lake Town over to your useless father. But it's fine; it works out for me."
Yang Guang reached out and lightly patted Yang Liao's face. "Yang Liao, just behave and go back to the woodshed. I'll report your injury to the gatekeeper to my granduncle. Perhaps you'll go from being a woodshed assistant to the lowest servant cleaning the latrines."
After mocking Yang Liao harshly, Yang Guang turned and left.
Yang Liao thoughtfully watched Yang Guang's disappearing figure and silently said, "Lady Wei sent those two thugs to kill me without Yang Guang's knowledge. Tomorrow is the Family Test; at that time, I will reclaim control of Mirror Lake Town!"
Returning to the woodshed, Yang Liao sat cross-legged on the ground, assuming a meditative posture with his palms facing upward, slightly closing his eyes as he began to assess his condition.
"After being struck by lightning, all my Eight Extraordinary Meridians have been opened?" Yang Liao realized that his meridians were now unobstructed, a stark contrast to their previous half-congested state.
"This is excellent! With unobstructed meridians, no matter what Cultivation Method I practice, I can progress several times faster than ordinary people. Moreover, the effects of Witch Power in refining my body are far superior to those with congested meridians."
Yang Liao continued to examine his body. He "saw" that his Dantian was filled with three strange colors along with an axe, a treasured sword, and three Witch Souls of the Divine Dragon. Even someone like him who had experienced countless great eras in his past life couldn't help but be stunned.
"According to this world's cultivation system, the forms within the Dantian's Qi Sea are indeed Witch Souls!"
"My innate Witch Soul can only be condensed in the Wizard Realm!"
"I am nowhere near the Wizard Realm, so how did I inexplicably end up with three Witch Souls?"
"The Thunder Dragon, born from that astonishing bolt of lightning, must be the result of my sword heart from my previous life... But what about the Black Axe? Could it be that after chopping wood for too long, my body absorbed enough Witch Power to condense into an axe?"
Yang Liao found it hard to believe; the situation in his Dantian was completely overturning the cultivation system of the Witch Clan.
"There should only be one Witch Soul. Everyone can only have one Witch Soul! Yet here I am, inexplicably with three..."
Yang Liao let out a deep breath, his face revealing a mix of joy and worry.
Three Witch Souls seemed powerful, but once he reached the wizard stage, each Witch Soul would require half the amount of Witch Power to absorb! This meant that by that time, most of the Witch Power Yang Liao had painstakingly gathered would be divided among the three Witch Souls.
However, a Witch Soul had a strong promoting effect on absorbing Witch Power. A powerful Witch Soul could greatly assist its master in absorbing Witch Power. Perhaps with all three Witch Souls working together, his rate of absorption would far exceed that of an ordinary person.
"Never mind, I must first get through this immediate challenge. My father's legacy cannot fall into anyone else's hands!"
After thinking for a moment, Yang Liao silently began to operate a body-refining cultivation method from his previous life known as the Vajra Technique.
"In my last life, I was invincible below the heavens; indeed, it was lonely and unbearable. That great hand took me away and granted me a new life in this world. Countless people could easily slay the me from my previous life..."
"Yet my swordsmanship remains unmatched; I can continue to use it as long as I strive to improve my cultivation."
"The master of that great hand brought me here for a reason. He directed me to find Wei Chen at the Right Holy Academy for a purpose as well. I must go to the Right Holy Academy!"
With this thought in mind, Yang Liao stopped overthinking and quietly began to practice the Vajra Technique.
The Vajra Technique could not absorb external Witch Power; it was an internal cultivation method that activated inner strength and refined the body.
In this life, riding the current, Yang Liao's body began to slowly activate the Witch Power hidden within his flesh and Dantian through the Vajra Technique, refining his physique.
Yang Liao realized that the Witch Power in his Dantian was intertwined with Thunder Power and Misty Sword Qi, along with an unknown type of Black Energy, which had a remarkably strong effect on physical refinement.
In the blink of an eye, time passed.
During this period, everything was calm. Yang Guang was not truly bored enough to report trivial matters like Yang Liao hitting the gatekeeper to the family head. The two Guardians who had "killed" Yang Liao the previous night were filled with trepidation and unease, quietly keeping an eye on the news from the woodshed but received no useful information.
The gatekeeper who had been beaten felt embarrassed and did not spread word of the incident. Yang Guang looked down on Yang Liao and would not voluntarily mention him to anyone.
While the dead were alive and well, those who thought Yang Liao was dead remained unaware of the truth.
Yang Liao ate some dry rations and headed towards the Family Testing Grounds.
The Family Testing Grounds was a martial arts hall measuring a hundred meters in both length and width. Every three months, a test would be held, and all members of the Yang Family residing in Yang Residence were required to participate. Additionally, once a year, a large family competition would take place in the central square of Yang Residence, where other prominent families from Right Holy City would also bring their younger generations to observe.
Calculating the time, after this test, there would be two months until the selection for Right Holy Academy.
"I must go to Right Holy Academy! That person named Wei Chen—who knows what kind of person he is? He must know about the arrangements of that giant hand's master!"
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