10: Chapter 10 Taking on a Disciple: Lin Yanzhou

One of them circulated his Internal Energy, condensing a pale white air vortex in his palm.

With a push of his hand, the vortex whistled out, shooting straight toward the target in front of him—a thin, weak young boy in tattered clothes.

That was exactly the person destined for this trip whom Jiang Changge was looking for: Lin Yanzhou.

"That group of scourges is here again. Unfortunately, our cultivation is low, and we really can't afford to provoke the forces behind them."

"When Old Chen was still around, these people had some scruples. Now that Old Chen has passed away, no one can control them anymore."

A few people gathered in the distance, their whispers filled with suppressed helplessness.

"Do the children of noble families act so arrogantly? They don't dare to compete with other families, only to bully the weak here."

"I only hope that in this Great Family Ranking Battle, some other Family can suppress them so we can have a few days of peace."

At this moment, Lin Yanzhou had been knocked to the ground by the force of that energy, yet he still gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at those people.

Although Old Chen, who raised him, was a powerhouse in the Soul Transformation realm, it couldn't change the fact that he was naturally unable to Cultivate.

Because of this, he became a target for these peers to amuse themselves with at will.

"Your Qi Wave Palm is still far from proficient. Watch my Blazing Fire Fist!"

Zhao Yang stepped forward with a smile, about to use Lin Yanzhou to test his move.

But before his punch could launch, his whole body suddenly stiffened, and then he began to twitch violently, falling to the ground in a pathetic state.

"Is... is it you, you trash, who did this?"

Zhao Yang struggled to lift his head and roared at Lin Yanzhou.

Aside from the few of them, there were only the commoners watching from a distance.

Most of those people didn't even dare to speak, let alone take action.

"Zhao Yang, you probably messed up your own Cultivation Technique, didn't you? Don't forget, this kid can't Cultivate at all."

Seeing this, the other noble Family Disciples traveling with him didn't help; instead, they began to jeer.

Just as Zhao Yang was both angry and suspicious, struggling to get up, a figure appeared silently in front of Lin Yanzhou.

"Boy, do you want to Cultivate?"

The person spoke, his voice calm yet striking directly at the soul.

"Do you want to stand firm in this world where the strong are respected and the weak are prey?"

Lin Yanzhou looked up at the suddenly appearing Jiang Changge, no look of surprise on his face.

However, these words were like a fire, instantly igniting the unwillingness and resentment buried deep in his heart.

How could he not want to? After Old Chen passed away, he had suffered all kinds of humiliation. If he weren't so resilient, he probably would have followed Old Chen long ago.

"Yes!"

Lin Yanzhou almost squeezed the word out from between his teeth, with a raspy tone and a hint of ruthlessness.

Although he didn't know why the person in front of him asked this, the question had dragged out all the humiliation and struggle of his years.

"Then."

Jiang Changge's expression was indifferent, but his gaze was like a deep pool.

"Are you willing to take me as your Revered Master?"

At this time, Zhao Yang and the others also reacted.

It wasn't that Zhao Yang had made a mistake in his cultivation; it was this person who had suddenly appeared who was playing tricks.

"Who are you? How dare you attack me? Do you know I am a Disciple of the Zhao Family?"

Zhao Yang stood up with difficulty and shouted angrily at Jiang Changge.

"You still want to take this trash as a Disciple? It seems your judgment isn't that great either."

The others beside Zhao Yang continued, "I advise you to kneel and beg for mercy, otherwise you will soon find that death is a mercy compared to what you and this trash will face!"

Hearing the words of Zhao Yang and the others, Jiang Changge turned around and looked at these noble Family Disciples.

"Noisy!"

As his voice fell, Zhao Yang and the other noble Family Disciples all fell to the ground, losing all signs of life.

Jiang Changge originally had no intention of killing these youths; his previous move was merely a slight punishment.

Thinking about it now, such evil-doing noble Family Disciples...

Allowing them to grow up would only be a scourge, so it was better to eliminate them now.

"Hiss!"

"Who is this person? He actually dared to kill these noble Family Disciples directly. Isn't he afraid of retaliation?"

Seeing such a shocking scene in the distance, people couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Then Jiang Changge looked at Lin Yanzhou and said softly, "How is your consideration?"

Seeing Zhao Yang and the others instantly annihilated by Jiang Changge, Lin Yanzhou didn't answer immediately but asked instead, "If I take you as my Revered Master, can I Cultivate?"

Hearing this, Jiang Changge laughed in spite of himself.

Then he answered with certainty, "Of course. Not only can you Cultivate, but in the future, you can also stand at the Peak of this world, and even break through the world boundaries for Ascension and Immortal Ascension!"

Lin Yanzhou struggled to get into a kneeling position and bowed deeply to Jiang Changge, saying, "Revered Master is above, please accept your Disciple's bow!"

As long as he could Cultivate, he would do anything, let alone become a Disciple.

"Good, very good!"

Jiang Changge praised twice, a look of joy appearing between his brows.

At this moment, Lin Yanzhou was extremely weak, not only from the injuries of the Qi Wave Palm but also from old injuries that had never been treated.

Fortunately, Jiang Changge carried some xuanqing liquid with him, which could help Lin Yanzhou recover from his injuries.

With a flick of Jiang Changge's finger, a drop of xuanqing liquid flew out and entered Lin Yanzhou's body.

Instantly, Lin Yanzhou's injuries were treated with extreme speed and fully recovered.

"Let's go, come with me for a walk in the city!"

Jiang Changge took Lin Yanzhou and walked toward the center of the capital city.

The deaths of Zhao Yang and the others immediately alerted their respective noble families.

Several figures were already rushing toward the South City Gate.

However, by the time they arrived, Jiang Changge and Lin Yanzhou were already long gone.

"Who was it? Who killed my son!"

Seeing his favorite third son had become a cold corpse, Zhao Yang's father, Zhao Li, let out a roar.

He was the Zhao Clan Chief; who dared to kill his son?

Soon, people from the other two families also arrived—the Sun Family and the Feng Family. The three noble families of the southern city gathered here.

Although they couldn't compare to the first-rate families entrenched in the center of the Imperial Dynasty, in this small area of the southern city, they were the Dominators whose word was law.

At this moment, the Clan Chiefs of the three families all had faces as cold as water, their killing intent chilling.

Soon, they obtained clues from the mouths of the terrified onlookers in the distance.

The one who acted was a mysterious man, and the one following him was precisely that well-known trash, Lin Yanzhou.

"Pass down the order," Zhao Li's voice was raspy, every word tempered in ice.

"Even if you have to search the entire capital city, drag out Lin Yanzhou and that reckless fool who doesn't know any better!"

The men from the three families immediately scattered into the streets and alleys. Secret sentries and open spies were all mobilized for a city-wide search.

Meanwhile, Jiang Changge had already led Lin Yanzhou through the bustling marketplace and arrived at the very heart of the capital city.

Before them was a magnificent nine-story building with a golden plaque hanging high, bearing three characters written in a style as magnificent as a flying Dragon and a dancing Phoenix.

Zuixian Tower—the number one restaurant in the Zhouwu Dynasty.

On the busiest long street of the capital city, pedestrians walked shoulder to shoulder, and the air was filled with the clamor of hawkers.

But at this elegant window seat on the third floor of Zuixian Tower, it seemed as if a world apart had been created.

Jiang Changge poured a cup of Zuixian Brew, the clear liquid rippling slightly in the White Jade Cup.