"Yang Xiao, Adoptive Father said you are not to leave these next few days!"
However, the moment Yang Xiao stepped out of his bedroom, he was blocked.
It was Yang Lang.
He stared at him with a dark, indifferent expression.
'This guy really looks down on me, doesn't he?'
Yang Xiao knew that because his predecessor couldn't cultivate, these so-called adopted sons, loyal to his father, all looked down on him.
Especially this Yang Lang.
He was the most talented of all their adoptive father's sons. Not yet twenty-five, he had already broken through to the Innate Realm, becoming a 1st-Layer Grand Martial Master.
His strength was comparable to that of an ordinary Honored Guest Elder.
He held Yang Xiao in utter contempt and couldn't stand the sight of him.
'It's perfectly normal for him to come out and block me. It would be strange if he didn't.'
But would Yang Xiao be afraid of him?
"If you have something to say, have Father tell me himself. I'm leaving right now. What are you going to do about it?"
Yang Xiao never showed courtesy to those who were discourteous to him.
Especially not to a piece of trash like this, someone who abuses delegated authority.
"You!"
Yang Lang was about to explode with rage.
Just as Yang Xiao knew, he had always been conceited, believing that with his current level of cultivation, he was countless times stronger than a piece of trash like Yang Xiao.
But just now, Adoptive Father had obtained five stalks of Fourth-Grade Spirit Medicine and hadn't bestowed a single one on him. Instead, he had let this waste take one.
If this waste could actually use it himself, that would be one thing.
After all, he was Adoptive Father's biological son. Even if Yang Lang was displeased, he wouldn't be this furious.
But for this waste to leave now, clearly intending to give that Spirit Medicine to an outsider like Tang Xiaoyu—that was something Yang Lang absolutely could not tolerate.
"Fine. Since you're so stubborn and ignorant, as your adoptive older brother, I have the right to teach you a proper lesson on behalf of Adoptive Father. Now, hand over the Thousand-year-old Red Blood Orchid. As long as you hand it over, you can go wherever you please! But if you don't…"
"The Thousand-year-old Red Blood Orchid is mine. You want it?"
Yang Xiao interrupted him.
He looked at him with a smirk.
Yang Lang was stunned for a moment, and his heart wavered. But he quickly made his decision and said, "Rather than let you give this Spirit Medicine to an outsider, I, Yang Lang, will be taking it today!"
"Is that so? If you want it, then come and take it! If you can take it from me, it's yours!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Lang's expression changed, becoming overjoyed.
Even Yang Xiong, who had been watching from the side, seemed to show a hint of temptation.
However, he still didn't move.
Although he looked down on this useless young master just like Yang Lang did, Yang Xiong didn't have much of a mind to suppress him.
In the conflict between Yang Lang and Yang Xiao, he would simply remain neutral.
"Fine. I'd like to see what new trick has made you so arrogant. Don't tell me you've forcefully refined your qi and blood again, damaging your Qi Veins."
Yang Lang scoffed, then raised his hand and lunged, trying to grab him.
Although he didn't use his full strength in this grab, it was still powerfully imposing. Forget Yang Xiao, even a typical Martial Artist Level expert would have no hope of escaping.
But what Yang Lang hadn't expected was that, faced with this grab, Yang Xiao didn't dodge or evade. Instead, he extended a single finger and pointed it at him.
It was truly strange. This finger strike seemed perfectly ordinary, yet it aimed directly at the Laogong acupoint in the center of his palm. Moreover, before it even got close, a searing aura tore through the air.
It was nothing like what you'd expect from a Martial Dao waste who couldn't even condense Inner Qi. Instead, it was as if he had already refined his Inner Qi into True Qi and tempered it into a Primordial Power attribute.
That explosive aura was something that, at the very least, only a High-tier Martial Artist should possess.
'Yang Xiao can cultivate now? And he's become a High-tier Martial Artist?'
'Is that even possible?'
Yang Lang refused to believe it.
'It must be some shady little trick. Hmph, to think he could force me back with this... wishful thinking!'
Let alone the power of a High-tier Martial Artist that Yang Xiao was currently displaying—even if he was a Peak Martial Artist, or even a 1st-Layer Innate Grand Martial Master like himself, Yang Lang wouldn't be afraid.
With a mere thought, the Innate True Qi in his body surged forth. The power in his clawed hand swelled, and it shot forward with even greater speed.
In a flash, it lunged for Yang Xiao's palm.
Seeing this, even Yang Xiong, who had been watching calmly from the side, had his expression change.
He hadn't expected that Yang Lang would suddenly use such a heavy-handed move against Yang Xiao.
"Yang Lang! Stop!"
No longer able to just stand by and watch, Yang Xiong shouted in a low voice.
And with that, his burly figure lunged toward Yang Lang, intending to stop him.
But before he could even get close…
…a blood-curdling scream suddenly echoed throughout the entire courtyard.
It was Yang Lang.
He was clutching his palm, stumbling back several steps.
What was even more shocking was the smell of something burning wafting from the center of his palm.
The scent was so distinct it could be smelled clearly even from a distance.
'How is that possible? Yang Lang actually got injured?'
Yang Xiong's face was a mask of disbelief.
Yang Xiao, however, felt it was only to be expected.
In his first life, he had been a being at the Peak of the Gods, known as the Supreme Divine King. Even though he had fallen and his current strength was minuscule, he was not someone a mere mortal could presume to lecture.
The finger strike just now was called the Gathering Essence Finger.
It was a Divine Finger Technique he had casually developed in a moment of boredom, and it was also the only Technique he could currently use.
This Divine Finger Technique could gather the Primordial Power between heaven and earth and transform it into pure Finger Power.
With Yang Xiao's current strength, he could only gather Fire Elemental Power, and only the Fire Elemental Power within a ten-zhang radius.
Of course, if he were given enough time, he could gather all the Fire Elemental Power within a ten-li radius to the tip of his finger.
The power of that would be several times stronger.
If Yang Lang had taken that strike head-on, his palm would have been completely pierced through, not just burned into a charred, bloody hole like it was now.
"What kind of Evil Skill is that?"
Defeated, Yang Lang retreated, his heart filled with both shock and fury.
"Evil Skill? I can't even be bothered with you. This Thousand-year-old Red Blood Orchid I have… do you still want it?"
Mistaking a Divine Technique for an Evil Skill… Yang Xiao truly couldn't be bothered with him and asked nonchalantly.
This time, Yang Lang had lost his nerve.
He had discovered that Yang Xiao was completely different from before.
The old Yang Xiao would never have dared to confront him directly. A single angry shout was usually enough to make him back down, and even when he was wronged, he wouldn't dare tell their adoptive father.
But now, it was as if he were a completely different person.
He dared to challenge him head-on.
And then there was that Evil Skill from before!
It truly terrified him.
Besides, bullying the old Yang Xiao was one thing, but if he truly harmed the current Yang Xiao and he reported it to their adoptive father, what would happen to him?
At this thought, Yang Lang's courage completely vanished.
"Since you don't dare to take it anymore, get lost. Good dogs don't block the road!"
Yang Xiao said coolly.
This once again made Yang Lang's face flush red with anger.
But his mind had always been a deep and calculating one.
He forcefully suppressed his thoughts.
He watched Yang Xiao walk away.
It wasn't until Yang Xiao was far in the distance that Yang Xiong, who was always a few beats slow, finally reacted and wanted to follow him.
But he was grabbed and held back by Yang Lang.
"With an Evil Skill like that, what does that waste need our protection for? Just stay home. He'll be fine."
With that one delay, Yang Xiong could no longer see Yang Xiao's figure.
He felt helpless.
Yang Lang, however, was filled with endless hatred.
'Yang Xiao, for the humiliation I suffered today, I, Yang Lang, will one day make you regret this for the rest of your life!'