Rebirth of Jinxuan

At the entrance of the pharmacy, Lu Yuhang was playing with Xiao Wu and Xiao Ba.

"Whose child is this? How did he end up here?"

"Yeah, didn't you see these people came with ill intentions? They're really like newborn calves that aren't afraid of tigers!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, but Lu Yuhang seemed oblivious, continuing to smile at Wang Siqi and the others. Beside him, a snow-white tiger cub lay lazily—it was Xiao Wu. Xiao Ba, meanwhile, hovered above Lu Yuhang's head, occasionally brushing his cheek with its tail, making him giggle.

Elder Li, standing behind Wang Siqi, was the first to react. He stepped forward abruptly, blocking Wang Ziang's path, and asked sternly, "Whose child are you, and why are you lingering here?"

The elder's shout was powerful and carried a hint of spiritual pressure. The surrounding people quieted down and looked at Lu Yuhang with concern.

To everyone's surprise, Lu Yuhang wasn't frightened at all. Instead, he seemed to have heard a funny joke, and grinned, revealing two cute little tiger teeth. "Grandpa, you're really funny. Why can't I be here?"

The voice was clear and crisp, the tone childish, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Laughter erupted from the crowd, and the people pointed at the elder and gossiped, saying that he was too old to be acting like a child.

The elder blushed and was about to lash out when Wang Ziang shoved him aside.

Wang Ziang straightened his clothes, walked up to Lu Yuhang, looked down at him, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Boy, let me ask you, are the white tiger and the blue phoenix behind you your spirit beasts?"

Lu Yuhang looked up at him, said nothing, but reached out and patted Xiao Wu's head. Xiao Wu squinted his eyes comfortably and let out a low growl.

This low growl startled Wang Ziang. His greedy gaze fell on Xiao Wu and Xiao Ba, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"As expected, they are your spirit beasts!" A glint of light flashed in Wang Ziang's eyes, and a confident smile appeared on his lips. "Boy, I want these two spirit beasts!"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Xiao Wu and Xiao Ba… The greed in Wang Zi'ang's eyes was undisguised; he pounced on Xiao Wu and Xiao Ba with incredible speed, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. However, Xiao Wu and Xiao Ba reacted even faster. Almost the instant Wang Zi'ang made his move, Xiao Wu pushed off with its hind legs, leaping nimbly into the air and gracefully landing on a nearby tree with Lu Yuhang. At the same time, Xiao Ba flapped its wings and soared into the sky, circling above the treetops and letting out a clear cry, as if in a show of defiance.

Wang Ziang missed his target and crashed heavily into the tree trunk with a muffled groan. He covered his nose, looked up at Lu Yuhang in the tree, and a flash of anger crossed his eyes. "Kid, you dare to play me!"

Lu Yuhang sat on a thick tree branch, swinging his legs, and held a bright red fruit he had somehow produced, which he was munching on with relish. He seemed completely unconcerned about Wang Ziang's anger, even displaying a hint of mockery. "Big brother, it's your own fault for being stupid, how can you blame me?"

The surrounding people couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Even Elder Li, who had maintained a stern face, had a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Enraged, Wang Ziang pointed at Lu Yuhang and roared, "Get down here! I'm taking these two spirit beasts today!"

Lu Yuhang remained unmoved. He casually tossed the fruit pit in his hand, patted Xiao Wu's head, and said, "Xiao Wu, what do you think of this older brother?"

Xiao Wu yawned lazily, its eyes filled with disdain. It growled in Wang Ziang's direction, its voice carrying a clear warning.

Xiao Ba was even more direct. It swooped down and circled around Wang Ziang's head, its sharp claws slicing through the air with a series of whooshing sounds, as if it were about to strike at any moment.

Prince Ang was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, his face turning deathly pale. He then realized that these two spirit beasts were not ordinary cubs; their strength far exceeded his expectations.

Just then, an old voice came from the crowd: "Stop!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man with white hair and a youthful face walking slowly towards them. He was wearing a long blue robe and exuded a powerful spiritual energy.

"The Spirit King!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

This old man was none other than the King of Ling of the Wang family, and also Prince Ang's grandfather.

The Spirit King walked to Prince Ang's side, glanced at Lu Yuhang in the tree, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He asked in a deep voice, "Child, are these two spirit beasts yours?"

Lu Yuhang nodded without saying anything.

The Spirit King's gaze lingered on Xiao Wu and Xiao Ba for a moment, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. But he quickly concealed his emotions and turned to Prince Ang, saying, "Ang'er, do not be rude. These two spirit beasts are extremely intelligent and extraordinary; we cannot force them."

Wang Ziang was somewhat unwilling, but he dared not disobey his grandfather's orders, so he could only glare fiercely at Lu Yuhang.

Just then, a clear, cold voice came from afar: "Hang'er, come down."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice again and saw a woman dressed in white slowly walking towards them. She was stunningly beautiful and had a cool and aloof demeanor, like a celestial maiden descended to earth.

Upon seeing the person who had arrived, Lu Yuhang's eyes lit up. He jumped down from the tree, ran to the woman's side, and affectionately hugged her leg. "Mother!"

The newcomer was Lu Jinxuan. She patted Lu Yuhang's head, then looked up, her gaze icy as she looked at the Spirit King. "The Spirit King of the Wang family, what a display of power! You actually dared to snatch my son's spirit beast in the street."

The Spirit King was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected this seemingly frail woman to dare challenge his authority so directly. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Lu Jinxuan from head to toe, a powerful aura emanating from him. "Who are you?"

Lu Jinxuan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Who I am is not for you to know." She reached out to shield Lu Yuhang behind her, her gaze sharp as she stared at the Spirit King. "I advise you not to make any moves on my son and his spirit beast, otherwise..." She didn't finish her sentence, but simply patted Lu Yuhang's hand lightly.

Lu Yuhang understood immediately, pulling a gleaming dagger from his pocket. His small figure stood before his mother, his youthful face bearing a coldness beyond his years. He twirled the dagger in his hand, pointing the tip at the Spirit King, and said in a childish voice, "My mother doesn't like nagging."

The Spirit King glanced at the dagger in Lu Yuhang's hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before bursting into laughter. "Interesting, very interesting! In all my decades of traversing the continent, this is the first time I've encountered such an amusing little brat!" His laughter trailed off, then his expression suddenly darkened. "Little brat, do you think a mere dagger can frighten me? You truly don't know your place!"

Seeing his grandfather's anger, Wang Zi'ang grew bolder and pointed at Lu Yuhang, shouting, "You brat, if you know what's good for you, you'd better hand over the spirit beast obediently, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Lu Yuhang ignored Wang Ziang's shouts and looked up at the sky as if searching for something. Qing Yuan's voice rang in his ears: "Hang'er, use your dagger to show that old man."

Although Lu Yuhang didn't understand Qing Yuan's meaning, he trusted her completely. He raised the dagger and casually gestured a few times in the direction of the Spirit King.

Seeing this, Wang Ziang assumed Lu Yuhang was scared and became even more arrogant, saying, "What, are you scared now? Too late! You..."

"Ang'er, shut up!" King Ling suddenly shouted, interrupting Prince Ang. His eyes were fixed on the dagger in Lu Yuhang's hand, his expression more solemn than ever before.

The seemingly ordinary dagger, as Lu Yuhang casually brandished it, subtly exuded a power that made his heart tremble. Although this power was weak, it gave him a sense of inexplicable danger.

"This dagger..." The Spirit King took a deep breath, trying to suppress the shock in his heart, "Where did you get it?"

Lu Yuhang didn't answer. He turned to look at Xiao Ba and said in a childish voice, "Xiao Ba, the scabbard."

Xiao Ba understood immediately. It flew to Lu Yuhang's side, grabbed the scabbard of the dagger with its sharp beak, and threw it down suddenly.

With a loud "bang!", the scabbard slammed heavily onto Prince Ang's head.

Wang Ziang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, let out a scream, and collapsed to the ground.

"Ang'er!" The Spirit King was shocked. He could no longer pay attention to Lu Yuhang and rushed towards Prince Ang.

Before anyone could react, a dark shadow flashed by... The shadow swept to Prince Ang's side, scooped him up, and rolled twice on the ground before finally coming to a stop. Once he was steady, the elder recognized that it was the Spirit King who had acted. Forgetting to bow, he anxiously asked, "Your Majesty, how is the eldest son?"

After examining him carefully, the Spirit King's expression softened slightly. He said, "He's alright, just knocked unconscious by the scabbard." As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept over Lu Yuhang, his eyes filled with vigilance.

Lu Yuhang stood motionless, but his clear eyes showed no fear; instead, they radiated a composure beyond his years. He had been waiting for an opportunity, a chance to retaliate.

Finally, the opportunity has come!

Just as Wang Ziang groggily got up from the ground, still not understanding what was going on, Lu Yuhang moved. Like a nimble little leopard, he pounced on Wang Ziang.

"Ang'er, be careful!" the elder exclaimed, but it was too late to stop him.

Lu Yuhang was too fast; no one could react in time. The dagger in his hand, like a flash of silver light, was aimed directly at Wang Ziang's throat.

Wang Ziang felt a flash of cold light before his eyes, and a chilling touch pressed against his skin. He was so frightened that he instinctively backed away, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"No, don't kill me..." Wang Ziang's voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear. He never imagined that one day he would be driven to such a state by a child.

Lu Yuhang didn't speak; he just stared coldly at Wang Ziang, the dagger in his hand still firmly pointed at his throat.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Lu Yuhang suddenly slipped, lost his balance, and fell towards Wang Ziang.

"Hang'er!" An anxious voice came from afar, followed by a red figure flying over and heading straight for Lu Yuhang.

Just as Lu Yuhang was about to fall onto Wang Ziang, an old hand reached for the dagger on the ground with lightning speed...

Lu Yuhang felt a sudden lightness as he was embraced, then felt himself fall heavily onto another soft object. Startled, he immediately understood what had happened. Using the momentum of the fall, he planted one foot on Wang Ziang's chest and quickly reached for the dagger on the ground.

Wang Ziang groaned as he was stepped on. Before he could struggle, he saw that the dagger that was supposed to be stabbed at him was now being held tightly in the hand of an old man.

The old man was dressed in rags, his hair was gray, but his eyes gleamed with a sharp light. He looked down at Lu Yuhang, a fierce glint in his eyes, and said in an icy tone, "Little brat, you've got some nerve, daring to hurt my young master. Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents!"

After saying that, the old man was about to crush Lu Yuhang's shoulder blade with force.

"stop!"

A furious roar, accompanied by a scorching wave of air, swept over in an instant.

A red figure appeared behind the old man like a ghost and grabbed his pulse point.

"Who are you? How dare you obstruct me!" The old man was shocked and tried to break free, but found that the other party's hand was like an iron clamp, unbreakable.

"Let him go." The person who came was Lu Jinxuan, and her voice was icy cold, as if it came from the deepest hell.