Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 88 Seeking Revenge
A surge of indescribable emotion welled up in Yang Jing's heart.

The powerful families like the Chen and Jiang families, when offering ten catties of top-grade exotic beast meat, would impose numerous restrictions, with rules and regulations that made it hard to breathe. If one was not careful, one could easily become a vassal.

But his master gave him twenty catties directly without any conditions attached. This generous treatment moved him even more than a thousand catties of gifts.

"Take it, and be sure to keep it safe."

Seeing that he was stunned, Sun Yong handed him the wooden token again, "You haven't collected your share of this token for this month yet. You can go to the Beast Pavilion in the inner city to pick it up today."

Yang Jing then came to his senses and took the wooden plaque with both hands.

The token felt slightly heavy in my hand, its surface smooth and warm. The character "Sun" seemed to carry warmth, and a warm current flowed from my palm straight to my heart.

He gripped the wooden plaque tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he whispered, "Thank you, Master."

Sun Yong watched him accept the token, nodded slightly, and said with expectation in his eyes: "With these twenty catties of top-grade exotic beast meat, plus the spirit fish and Qi-nourishing pills from the Liu family, you will no longer need to rely on beast meat. With exotic beast meat as your main food source, even if you cultivate two martial arts at the same time, the resources will be sufficient. In this way, your cultivation speed will definitely be much faster."

Yang Jing nodded in agreement, though he had his own plans in mind.

The meat of exotic beasts and the meat of wild beasts are worlds apart.

While the meat of ordinary wild beasts can strengthen the body and provide ample nutrition, it lacks the nourishing power of spiritual energy, and its restorative effects are far inferior to those of exotic beasts.

The meat of exotic beasts is nourished by spiritual energy and contains pure blood essence. In particular, the meat of top-grade exotic beasts is equivalent to half a pound of meat from wild beasts.

He used to eat more than two pounds of wild beast meat in one meal, and with the help of medicine, he could barely replenish his qi and blood. Now, with exotic beast meat, half a pound more would be enough, and at most one pound would be enough to make his dantian feel hot, and he wouldn't need any other food or medicine supplements for a day.

With the addition of Qi-Nourishing Pills, the resources are plentiful.

He himself was somewhat looking forward to it, with plenty of exotic beast meat to eat and pills to aid him, how much his martial arts progress should improve.

Yang Jing took a deep breath and looked down at the wooden plaque in his palm. He felt a heavy weight on it, not only from the weight of the plaque itself, but also from his master's intention to cultivate him.

He secretly resolved to live up to this expectation, break through the bottleneck as soon as possible, and live up to his master's expectations and his own.

Sun Yong was unaware of Yang Jing's thoughts at that moment, but he could discern some of them, which comforted him greatly.

His gaze fell on Yang Jing, and he was about to ask Yang Jing to leave when he suddenly remembered two details he had noticed when watching Yang Jing practice his boxing. So he spoke up and carefully instructed him: "By the way, when you practice the Mountain Crushing Fist, the turning and swinging punch should involve a half-inch more of your waist and hip rotation. This will make the power flow more smoothly. Also, your breathing when finishing the movement was a little too rapid. It needs to be three-tenths longer to make the transition to the next movement more seamless."

Yang Jing listened intently, memorizing these two details, and bowed, replying, "Disciple has remembered them, thank you for your guidance, Master."

Seeing that he understood, Sun Yong waved his hand and said, "Go on, and cultivate diligently."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jing quickly stood up, bowed, and then turned and left the study.

The wooden door closed gently, separating the inside from the outside, leaving only Sun Yong in the study.

Sun Yong sat behind his desk, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the surface, his gaze falling on the empty corner of the desk, and he remained silent for a long time.

"Sigh..." A soft sigh echoed in the quiet study. He slowly shook his head, a complex expression on his face.

The token that was given to Yang Jing earlier was not originally intended for him.

That was something he had given to Lin Yue long ago. Although Lin Yue had high talent and excellent physique, he was able to progress so quickly, breaking through to the peak of Dark Force in less than a year. Besides his own talent, the token was also the reason. Twenty catties of high-quality exotic beast meat every month was something that even the eldest sons of wealthy families could hardly enjoy.

But now, Lin Yue is seriously injured and bedridden. Not to mention practicing martial arts, he has difficulty even getting out of bed and walking. He will need to rest for at least half a year to recover.

Since the token was just sitting idle, he took it back from Lin Yue and gave it to Yang Jing.

But when he calmed down and thought about it, Sun Yong was in trouble again.

If Lin Yue recovers from his injuries and returns to the martial arts school to continue practicing martial arts six months later, what should be done with the token?
Why not give it to Lin Yue? After all, he is his most valued disciple, exceptionally talented, and on whom he has placed high hopes.

How do we get it back from Yang Jing?

Yang Jing is currently making rapid progress, and this token is of great help to him. Moreover, it was given to him voluntarily. To ask for it back now would not only hurt Yang Jing's feelings, but also make him, as the master, appear fickle and petty.

Neither the left nor the right.

Sun Yong rubbed his temples, feeling a terrible headache.

"Never mind..." He sighed heavily at the end, his tone full of frustration. "Let's just take it one step at a time. We'll figure something out when the time comes."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to the window, watching the green bamboo in the courtyard swaying gently in the wind, his expression becoming increasingly melancholy.

Yang Jing came out of the inner courtyard and went straight back to the training ground in the front courtyard.

The sun was shining brightly. He took a deep breath, lowered his waist and assumed a horse stance, and began practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

This time, he meticulously corrected the two minor flaws pointed out by Sun Yong, making his fist style even more profound, with each punch carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.

When he got into the swing of things, he shifted his feet and his body suddenly became elusive. He incorporated the Surging Wave Kick into the Mountain-Crushing Fist, and in his twisting and turning movements, he made the fist move seem unpredictable and elusive.

Now that his movements had been exposed to the public, he no longer tried to hide them, and would occasionally practice a few moves of the "Surging Waves Kick".

When the leg techniques were unleashed, they were like waves crashing against the shore, swift and fierce, complementing the power and ferocity of the Mountain-Crushing Fist, leaving several junior disciples on the sidelines secretly amazed.

During the break, Yang Jing's mind stirred, and a panel appeared directly before his eyes, clearly showing the progress of his two martial arts training.

【Bengshan Quan Dacheng (385/1000)】

【Surging Waves Legs (495/500)】

Seeing the progress of the two martial arts techniques, Yang Jing nodded slightly.

Over the past month, he consumed ten spirit fish and a large amount of beast meat. In addition, his master had been continuously supplying him with Qi-Nourishing Pills, which caused his cultivation progress to advance by leaps and bounds.

In just one month, his progress in the Mountain-Crushing Fist more than doubled, and his Surging Wave Leg technique was about to break through to the Dark Force level.

Seeing his own improvement in every single detail gave Yang Jing even more motivation to practice martial arts, and he immediately threw himself back into cultivation.

His diligence and focus earned the sincere admiration of many of his fellow disciples.

In the distance, Qi Yun stood under the eaves with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on Yang Jing, her expression complex.

During this time, she was often grumbled and complained about by her brother Qi Kang.

Before the martial arts exam, Qi Kang learned that the Sun family martial arts school had a new disciple with hidden strength, and wanted to invite him to serve as a guest elder in the Qi family, promising him generous treatment.

At the time, she felt that Yang Jing had only broken through to the Dark Force realm by luck and had no real skills. Moreover, he had inferior physique and no potential. She rejected him outright, saying that the Qi family had no need to waste resources on such a country bumpkin.

Now, Yang Jing has become famous after his victory in the military examination, and has become a highly sought-after figure in Yuhe County. Even the Chen family and the Jiang family have considered recruiting him.

If the Qi family tries to invite them again at this point, not only will their offer lose its advantage, but it's also uncertain whether the other party will even be willing to come.

Qi Yun looked at the figure in the arena whose punches moved like dragons, and sighed inwardly. Who could have imagined that the boy who was unremarkable in the martial arts school could rise so quickly in such a short time, so quickly that she didn't even have time to react?

Qi Yun gazed at Yang Jing's figure in the arena, her expression growing increasingly complicated.

She recalled that around this time last year, Yang Jing always seemed to follow behind Lü Yang, Zhou Lin, and their group, occasionally sidling up to her, acting like he was trying to curry favor with her. He often invited her to dinner, and although she mostly declined, she did eat with him a few times.

On one occasion, Yang Jing reportedly emptied his pockets to treat her to a meal.

But the man in front of them was tall and straight, his fists carried an aura that could not be underestimated, and his eyes were so focused that it was as if the whole world was only about practicing martial arts.

No matter how she tried to connect the two, she found it difficult to reconcile the Yang Jing of today with the boy in her memory who was somewhat ingratiating and even a bit of a sycophant.

Suddenly, Qi Yun's heart skipped a beat, as if she had thought of something, and she froze.

She had come to understand Yang Jing's personality over this period of time.

Focused, composed, and stubborn, he devoted himself entirely to martial arts training. He even refused to participate in sparring sessions organized by his senior brothers. After breaking through to the Ming Jin level, he never tried to curry favor with the An Jin senior brothers in the martial arts school. Even when facing a recognized genius like Lin Yue, he never showed any flattery.

Why would someone like that have gone to such lengths to curry favor with me in the first place?
A thought surged into Qi Yun's mind like a tidal wave, causing her heart to skip a beat.

Perhaps, he wasn't trying to curry favor with me back then, but rather... he liked me?
I just wanted to use the excuse of inviting her to dinner to get closer to her.

Yes, that must be it.

Later, she was so cold to him, not even bothering to say a word. Even when he emptied his pockets to treat her to a meal, she didn't even glance at him. He probably felt hopeless, so he completely gave up and devoted himself to martial arts.

The more Qi Yun thought about it, the more reasonable her guess seemed. When she looked at Yang Jing, her gaze held a complex mix of emotions, including realization,感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion), and a hint of smugness.

Just then, a slight noise came from the side, and footsteps approached from a distance.

Zhao Wenzheng had just finished practicing a set of boxing moves, his forehead covered in sweat. He was about to take a break when he turned to talk to Qi Yun, only to find her staring blankly in one direction, her eyes unfocused.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wenzheng held the kettle while following her gaze.

Suddenly, Zhao Wenzheng's face froze.

Qi Yun was looking at Yang Jing!

A sudden surge of inexplicable anger welled up inside him, causing him to grip the kettle in his hand so tightly it creaked.

Zhao Wenzheng had always secretly liked Qi Yun and would often try to strike up a conversation with her. Seeing her staring so intently at Yang Jing, the complexity and strangeness in her eyes felt like a thorn in his heart, making him feel uneasy and even his breathing became heavier.

He clenched his fists, suppressing his displeasure, and coughed to break the silence: "Senior sister, what are you looking at?"

Upon hearing Zhao Wenzheng's voice, Qi Yun merely glanced at him indifferently, uttered "I didn't see anything," and then turned to walk towards the spacious central area to stretch her muscles and prepare for practicing her boxing, clearly not wanting to talk any further.

Zhao Wenzheng's heart sank, and he involuntarily clenched his back teeth.

He walked to the corridor where Qi Yun had just been standing, picked up his water bottle and took a few big gulps, but his gaze swept over Yang Jing in the room as if it were carrying thorns.

An uncontrollable jealousy grew wildly in my heart like vines.

Previously, Lin Yue was the core of the martial arts school.

His master valued him the most, almost regarding him as his successor. Not only did he provide the most detailed and patient guidance every day for the longest period of time, but he also frequently bestowed upon him precious medicines and top-quality exotic beast meat. Such treatment was something that other disciples could only look up to.

But now that Lin Yue is seriously injured and recuperating, Yang Jing has suddenly appeared!
His master valued him just as much as he had valued Lin Yue. He taught him meticulously, spent the most time guiding him every day, and even allocated the most medicinal resources to him.

Zhao Wenzheng had been at the martial arts school for seven or eight years and was considered one of his master's older disciples. He had always been diligent and hardworking, but he had never received such preferential treatment before.

Seeing Yang Jing's meteoric rise to power, he felt a tightness in his chest and a deep sense of unease.

He had just caught a glimpse of Qi Yun's strange gaze towards Yang Jing, which intensified his frustration.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Zhao Wenzheng abruptly hung the kettle on his waist, picked up his things, and turned to leave.

I'm completely not in the mood to practice today. I'm so angry and have nowhere to vent, so everything I see is unpleasant. I need to find a place to cool down. I'm too angry today!

Some familiar disciples saw him about to leave and were about to greet him, but Zhao Wenzheng didn't turn around and went straight out of the martial arts school. His back view exuded a fierce aura that kept strangers at bay.

After leaving the martial arts school, Zhao Wenzheng walked forward with his head down, wanting nothing more than to go to Chunfeng Courtyard and have a few drinks to vent his anger.

Before they could even leave Chengpingfang, they bumped into someone—it was Shen Lie.

The two had met a few times in the martial arts circles of the county, but they weren't exactly close.

When Shen Lie saw him, he was about to speak when Zhao Wenzheng simply nodded indifferently and walked past him without even stopping.

"Humph!"

Shen Lie's face instantly darkened. Staring at Zhao Wenzheng's retreating figure, he muttered under his breath, "What a bunch of idiots! Are all the disciples of the Sun Family Martial Arts School this arrogant? Wait until we deal with that bastard Yang Jing, then it'll be your turn!"

He was just saying it.

He dared to deal with Yang Jing, but he didn't dare to actually harm Zhao Wenzheng.

After all, Yang Jing was just a peasant from the bottom of society, while Zhao Wenzheng came from the Zhao family in the inner city. Although the Zhao family could not compare with the six major families in Yuhe County, they were still a powerful family with some foundation. If they really wanted to mess with him, it would inevitably cause trouble. Shen Lie was not stupid enough to do that.

These past few days, Shen Lie had just recovered from his injuries. The thought of Yang Jing stealing the show in the military exam and making him lose face, coupled with the fact that Zhao Yuman had clearly stopped paying attention to him lately, filled him with resentment. He was always looking for an opportunity to teach her a lesson.

I couldn't contain myself any longer, so I decided to sneak over to the vicinity of Sun's Martial Arts School to scout out and find out more about Yang Jing.

Unexpectedly, just now in Chengpingfang, before they had figured out how to find out Yang Jing's background, they bumped into Zhao Wenzheng, who was storming out of the martial arts school.

Although Zhao Wenzheng's strength was not as great as Shen Lie's, who was at the peak of the Dark Force, he was not afraid of him, after all, he had his family backing him up.

As Shen Lie watched Zhao Wenzheng's departing figure, his expression grew increasingly grim, and his impression of the Sun Family Martial Arts School worsened.

He steadied himself, concealed his aura, and took a few more steps toward the martial arts school. He found a spot where he could see inside the school, hiding behind an old locust tree at the corner of the alley, his gaze coldly fixed on the courtyard of the martial arts school.

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