Pfft...
A mouthful of blood spurted from the slightly handsome face of the black-clad youth with short black hair. He quickly wiped away the blood from his mouth, his eyes filled with fury as he glared at the blue-clad youth in front of him. The blue-clad youth, with a handsome face and tall stature, looked at him with a sneer and said:
"Useless trash, you can't even withstand one of my palm strikes, haha!"
The black-clad youth propped himself up with both hands and stood. He looked at the laughing blue-clad youth and said:
"Zhao Ming, quickly return the Yangzhi Grass to me!"
He had personally found the Yangzhi Grass by climbing the mountain. It was a medicinal herb that helped treat cold poison. But he hadn't expected to run into Zhao Ming's group on his way back. Now, he had been robbed by them, and he himself had been injured. Zhao Ming looked at him, clutching the Yangzhi Grass in his hand, and laughed:
"Return it to you, haha! Who do you think you are? You're just a bastard. You're truly making me laugh! Don't you all find this hilarious?"
"Haha, Young Master is right! Just a piece of trash, daring to raise his voice at Young Master!"
"It's already your honor that our Young Master took an interest in your item! And you're still here loudly demanding it back? Who do you think you are?"
Zhao Ming listened to the flattery of his subordinates. He then looked at the black-clad youth with a smug, disdainful expression:
"You heard what they said. What's in my hand is mine. You have no right to take it back from me, haha!"
Enraged, the black-clad youth clenched both fists and threw a punch at Zhao Ming. Seeing this, Zhao Ming sneered, standing his ground and watching the punch approach. At that moment, one of his subordinates stepped forward with a cold laugh and threw a punch directly at the black-clad youth.
– Bang... Pfft!
The black-clad youth was sent flying by the punch. A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. He suppressed the pain, his eyes filled with fury as he glared at Zhao Ming and his group. Zhao Ming looked at him with a cold laugh:
"Zhao Tian, you're not just trash, you're also an idiot! You're trash, fine, but even your father, Zhao Tianxiong, is trash, hahah!"
The black-clad youth, Zhao Tian, heard Zhao Ming insult his father. Uncontrollable rage flared in his heart. He gritted his teeth and charged at him with all his might:
"I won't allow you to insult my father!"
Zhao Ming saw him charging and smirked. Then, he moved his body and unleashed a palm strike towards Zhao Tian's fist. Fist and palm collided, but there was a disparity in strength. Zhao Tian's fist strike was broken.
– Bang... Pfft!
Zhao Tian was sent flying. His arm was broken. Blood spurted from his mouth. His face pale, he struggled to look at Zhao Ming:
"Return... the medicinal herb... to... me..."
"You're truly dirtying my hands. That's enough for today. Just looking at him makes me sick!"
Zhao Ming dusted off his hands, looking at Zhao Tian with contempt as he spoke. Then, he picked up the Yangzhi Grass and looked at Zhao Tian with a cold laugh:
"Here, I'm returning it to you."
He threw the Yangzhi Grass to the ground and then stomped on it. Zhao Tian stared blankly. A cold, dim light flickered in his eyes. Zhao Ming looked at him and smiled:
"Go on, pick it up. I've returned it to you, hahaha!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked away. His subordinates, seeing the scene, also burst into laughter, looked at Zhao Tian lying on the ground, then spat and turned to leave. Zhao Tian struggled to crawl towards the trampled Yangzhi Grass. At this moment, from behind a tree, a middle-aged man with a slightly pale, handsome face, a powerful aura, and an air of dignity and resolve, watched Zhao Tian from afar as he clutched the Yangzhi Grass and fell unconscious. A hint of moisture appeared in his eyes. He had witnessed everything just now. He quickly went to Zhao Tian:
"You fool."
Zhao Tian felt pain and woke from his coma. He looked at his surroundings. Beside him was a young girl with a face as beautiful as an elf, her sparkling eyes full of mischief. She wore a lovely red dress and a short skirt. Seeing him awake, she immediately threw herself into his arms:
“Brother, it’s so good you’re awake! I was so worried.”
Zhao Tian patted her head and smiled. Then, he saw a beautiful woman emerge from the room. She bore some resemblance to the girl in red. She was also a beauty, with a gentle and tender expression on her face as she looked at him. The two of them spoke:
“Tian’er, you’re awake. Ru Xiang, your brother just woke up and has injuries. You shouldn’t be so boisterous.”
This young girl in red was his younger sister, Zhao Ru Xiang, fourteen years old. The beautiful woman was his mother, Lin Yi Jun, around thirty-four years old. Zhao Tian looked at Lin Yi Jun and smiled:
“Mother, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
Lin Yi Jun looked at him, her anger mixed with worry as she said:
“Look at yourself, so injured, and you say you’re fine?”
Zhao Tian listened to her lecture for a while, feeling embarrassed, then asked:
“Mother, who brought me back?”
Just as he asked, a middle-aged man, appearing to be around thirty-five, walked in from outside. This was his father, Zhao Tian Xiong. He looked at Zhao Tian with a stern and resolute expression:
“I brought you back. You haven’t even mastered your skills and you’re already fighting them.”
Zhao Tian watched Zhao Tian Xiong walk in and speak to him, which reminded him of Zhao Ming and his group. He clenched his fists:
“They took my herbs and called Father a good-for-nothing, so I couldn’t hold back and fought them.”
Lin Yi Jun felt a pang in her heart as she listened to them talk. Her husband was once considered a genius, entering the Xiantian realm at just thirty years old and becoming a powerhouse in Tianjin City. Moreover, he was the son of Zhao Wudi, the patriarch of the Zhao Family. During a mission, he was injured by an enemy, and a trace of Yin-cold poison invaded his meridians, causing his cultivation to plummet. Every few weeks, the Yin-cold poison would flare up, weakening him. From then on, the family ostracized and even ridiculed them.
Zhao Tian had once read a secret manual, so he knew that the continent he lived on was called Tianyuan Continent, vast and home to many dynasties and sects. The Zhao Family in Tianjin City was just a small city within the Great Zhou Yan Dynasty. On the Tianyuan Continent, cultivation was divided into: Houtian {Meridian Opening Realm: Marrow Cleansing Realm}, each divided into five stages; Xiantian Realm, where one comprehends Xiantian power and refines the five elements; Core Condensation Realm… Furthermore, Zhao Tian was not their biological son. He had been adopted by Zhao Tian Xiong and his wife and raised as their own.
Zhao Tian Xiong looked at him, then took out a Blood Crimson Ginseng from his person and said:
“Eat this quickly. It can help you recover and even aid you in breaking through your current realm.”
Zhao Tian was currently around 16-17 years old, but his cultivation was only at the first stage of Meridian Opening. He looked at the Blood Crimson Ginseng, then at Zhao Tian Xiong, and said:
“Father, you should use this herb. It can help you dispel the cold poison in your body. My injuries are minor; I’ll be fine with some rest. And my cultivation is about to break through anyway, so you don’t need to worry.”
Zhao Tian Xiong looked at him, shook his head, and said:
“If you don’t use it, then I’ll throw it away.”
Lin Yi Jun and Zhao Tian were startled and panicked when they heard him say that. Knowing his temperament, she immediately spoke up:
“Tian Xiong, are you crazy?! This is a healing herb! How can you just say you’ll throw it away?”
Zhao Tian looked at him, resigned, and said:
“Alright, you may use it.”
He took the blood-red ginseng. Zhao Tianxiong looked at him, then turned and left. Lan Yijun quickly followed inside, leaving behind Zhao Tian and Zhao Ruxiang.