"BANG!!"
The bald man flew a good three or four meters before crashing heavily to the ground. A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth as he lay there, completely stunned.
He never would have imagined that kick could be so terrifyingly powerful. It felt as if he’d been sent flying by a charging bull. The sharp pain in his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Boss!!"
Seeing this, the other lackeys froze in place, staring at Yang Xun in utter disbelief.
Their boss—a man who stood over six feet tall and weighed two hundred and twenty pounds, used to throwing his weight around on the streets—had just been sent flying by a single kick from some young punk?
Meng Qiaofei was equally stunned, her jaw hanging open. She stared at Yang Xun, her clear, almond-shaped eyes wide with disbelief.
The Yang Xun she knew was timid and weak, someone who didn’t even dare to speak loudly in the Xu Family home, let alone get into a fight.
But now... he had sent such a burly man flying with a single kick!
’Is this really the same Yang Xun I knew?’
"Xiao... Xiaoxun?"
Meng Qiaofei’s voice trembled.
"Lay one finger on my sister-in-law, and I’ll cripple every last one of you!"
Yang Xun didn’t look back at his sister-in-law. Instead, his cold gaze swept over the thugs in front of him.
A biting killing intent emanated from him, and his voice was as cold as a midwinter wind.
After becoming a Cultivator, Yang Xun’s physical condition had undergone a world-shaking transformation. Both his strength and speed far surpassed those of an ordinary person.
He had only used thirty percent of his strength for that kick.
"Damn it! Kid, do you have any idea who I am?"
The bald man scrambled up from the ground, clutching his chest. His face was twisted in a ferocious snarl. "Get him! Kill this little bastard!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, two of his lackeys charged forward.
One threw a punch from the left, while the other launched a flying kick from the right.
The corner of Yang Xun’s mouth tilted up slightly. His body flickered to the side like a Spiritual Snake, effortlessly dodging the punch from the left. He then brought his elbow back in a reverse strike, smashing it hard into the back of his opponent’s head.
"THUD!"
The lackey fell face-first onto the ground, writhing in pain.
At the same time, the kick from the right arrived. Without even looking, Yang Xun’s right hand shot out and grabbed the man’s ankle, yanking it forcefully.
"AHH!!"
The lackey lost his balance completely and was flung away by Yang Xun, crashing into the nearby tables and chairs with a loud clatter.
It was all over in less than five seconds!
Both lackeys were on the ground, wailing in agony.
"Who else?"
Yang Xun stared coldly at the bald man, his eyes like those of a predator sizing up its prey, filled with a crushing pressure.
The bald man took two steps back, the arrogance on his face instantly vanishing, replaced by sheer terror.
He’d been in this game for years; what kind of people hadn’t he seen?
But he had truly never encountered a young man with skills like Yang Xun’s before.
"Brother... Brother, it’s a misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding!"
The bald man forced a smile uglier than a crying face and cupped his fists. "I didn’t realize this beautiful lady was your sister-in-law. My apologies, my apologies!"
"Scram!!"
Yang Xun uttered only a single word, but the force behind it struck the bald man like a bolt of lightning.
"Go, go, go! Let’s go!"
The bald man scrambled over to his two lackeys, yanked them to their feet, and the three of them supported one another as they scurried away into the night.
From start to finish, they didn’t dare to look back even once.
"Whew!"
Watching them flee, Meng Qiaofei finally let out a sigh of relief. The heart that had been lodged in her throat at last settled back into place.
She gently patted her chest, overcome with lingering fear.
The lecherous looks in those men’s eyes were like those of hungry wolves staring at a lamb. If Yang Xun hadn’t returned in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
’Thank goodness Xiaoxun got here in time. Otherwise, I would have been done for...’
Meng Qiaofei sighed to herself. She looked up at Yang Xun, her gaze filled with gratitude and relief, as well as a flicker of some other, unidentifiable emotion.
This good-for-nothing, as everyone in the Xu Family saw him, was the first person to step up and protect her when it mattered most.
Not Xu Feifan, not Xu Qian, but Yang Xun.
"Xiaoxun, are you okay? Thank you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she noticed something was wrong with Yang Xun.
Yang Xun swayed, his face turning deathly pale. In an instant, his forehead was covered in a dense layer of sweat, as if someone had splashed water on him.
"Sister-in-law... I feel so dizzy..."
Yang Xun felt the world spinning. The True Qi in his Dantian was rampaging like a wild horse that had broken its reins, and waves of tearing pain wracked his body from within.
He was horrified!
’What is happening?!’
He had instinctively mobilized his True Qi during the fight, but having only cultivated for a single day, he had no idea how to control it.
The True Qi he had consumed in battle was now clashing violently with the residual Primordial Yin Qi in his body—this was the consequence of a Yin-Yang Reversal!
"Oh no..."
Yang Xun only had time to force out those two words before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed backward.
"Xiaoxun!!"
Meng Qiaofei cried out in alarm and lunged forward, catching Yang Xun’s body just as he was about to hit the ground.
She wrapped her arms around Yang Xun’s waist and tried to hold him up, but he weighed a good 165 pounds. She was a slender woman and couldn’t support his weight, so they both tumbled to the ground together.
"Xiaoxun! Xiaoxun! What’s wrong with you? Wake up!!"
Meng Qiaofei slapped Yang Xun’s cheeks, shouting desperately.
But Yang Xun was completely unconscious, showing no response.
’What do I do, what do I do...’
Meng Qiaofei panicked. She reached out and checked for his breath; finding that he was still breathing, she calmed down slightly.
She took out her phone, intending to call for an ambulance, but after a moment’s hesitation, she put it away.
If she called an ambulance, the Xus would definitely find out that she and Yang Xun had been drinking together late at night. And with Xu Feifan’s temper...
’I’ll take him to the bathhouse first!’
Meng Qiaofei gritted her teeth and, with Herculean effort, finally managed to help Yang Xun to his feet.
She hailed a taxi and took Yang Xun back to the bathhouse.
......
「An unknown amount of time passed.」
In a daze, Yang Xun’s consciousness slowly returned.
The True Qi in his Dantian was no longer as violent as before; it had returned to a state of calm. Although his body still felt weak, the tearing pain had vanished.
He struggled to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was an unfamiliar room.
’Wh-where is this?’
Yang Xun groggily recalled the moments before he passed out. He’d fought off the thugs, and then... nothing. ’His sister-in-law must have been the one who brought him here.’
Just then, a cool sensation on his lower body sent a jolt through him.
’Wait!’
’Someone is touching me!’
Yang Xun snapped his head down to look, and what he saw turned him to stone.
Meng Qiaofei was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over with her hands on his waistband.
His jeans had already been pulled down to his thighs, and his underwear... had also been pulled off.
His impressive member was now completely exposed right in front of his sister-in-law...