190: Zhang Wang Xiaopang's life story

He bit the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain instantly clearing his mind, and he forcefully swallowed the cry for help that had almost escaped his lips!

A flicker of extremely complex emotions crossed his eyes—gratitude, guilt, and, even more, a stubborn refusal to implicate his friends!

The next moment, Wang Xiaopang did not rush towards Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu; instead, he abruptly twisted his corpulent body, forcibly changed direction, made a sharp turn, and fled desperately towards a less populated but more complex area deep within the ruins!

He chose to lure away the powerful enemy alone!

This sudden change of direction caused a slight pause in his escape technique.

“Rip!”

Yu Jizi seized the opportunity, and a fierce palm wind, like a persistent shadow, grazed his back, completely tearing his already tattered Magical Robe.

It left a deep, bone-visible bloody gash on his back, skin and flesh torn open, and blood instantly stained his clothes.

“Pfft!”

Wang Xiaopang spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, his face instantly turning ashen, but he gritted his teeth, not even letting out a whimper.

Instead, he used the impact to accelerate even faster in his chosen direction, leaving behind a resolute and disheveled figure.

The helplessness on Xiao Ruobai’s face instantly froze, turning into surprise, then a touch of emotion.

He was so intelligent that he instantly understood the meaning of Wang Xiaopang’s detour!

“This fatty…”

Xiao Ruobai murmured softly, his eyes becoming complex. “He doesn’t want to implicate us…”

He could tell that Wang Xiaopang was truly scared this time, not of the pursuers behind him, but of dragging them both into trouble, afraid that they would offend the terrifying behemoth that was Glazed Holy Land because of him.

Although Fang Hanyu did not speak, his usually calm eyes subtly wavered, and the Sword Qi at his fingertips seemed to solidify a bit.

Without any exchange, Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu exchanged glances, both seeing the same decision in each other’s eyes.

“Swish!” “Swish!”

Their figures moved like lightning, instantly vanishing from their original positions. The next moment, they appeared like phantoms on the path Yu Jizi and his two companions were bound to take, firmly blocking their way!

Their movements were as swift as lightning, arriving before their opponents, demonstrating their exquisite control over the Law of space.

Yu Jizi, who was in full pursuit of Wang Xiaopang and about to close the distance again, was abruptly blocked by the two, and he immediately flew into a rage: “Where did these ignorant fools come from! Get out of my way!”

In his fury, he didn’t even bother to carefully probe their Cultivation. The oppressive might of his King Realm, mixed with his anger, surged towards the two like a tide. At the same time, he unleashed a palm strike, intending to shatter these two “roadblocks” who didn’t know their place.

At this moment, Wang Xiaopang, who had already escaped some distance, seemed to sense something and glanced back, witnessing this scene.

When he saw Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu actively blocking Yu Jizi, his eyes instantly reddened.

He abruptly stopped, not because he couldn’t run anymore, but because an indescribable surge of warmth and urgency welled up in his heart.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, using all his strength:

“Big Brother! Second Brother, don’t mind me! Go quickly! This old bastard is an Elder of Glazed Holy Land, a Middle Stage King Realm expert, and he’s very powerful!”

His voice was tearful but full of sincerity and urgency.

He would rather face the threat of death alone than see his two brothers, who genuinely cared for him, get embroiled in unimaginable trouble because of him.

Hearing the tearful yet incredibly firm shout from behind him, Xiao Ruobai’s last trace of hesitation vanished.

He turned and, facing the direction Wang Xiaopang had fled, revealed a faint but confident smile, and said loudly:

“Fatty, what are you babbling about? Go wait on the side. A mere Holy Land Elder isn’t enough to make my brothers and I retreat.”

As his voice faded, he turned back, and alongside Fang Hanyu, directly faced the surging King Realm pressure and terrifying palm force.

Their eyes were calm yet resolute.

Since they had acknowledged this troublemaker as a brother, his troubles were their troubles. What if it was a Holy Land? What if he was a King Realm expert?

They would fight!

At the peak of Zizhu Peak, clouds drifted.

Gu Changge stood silently at the edge of the cliff, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless Void Realm, taking in the Chaos of the Demon Heaven Sect’s old site.

His sight ultimately landed on the chubby figure who, though frantic and stomping his feet, gritted his teeth and turned back to rush into the battle.

“That’s rather interesting,” Gu Changge murmured softly, a faint trace of Chaos flowing subtly in his eyes.

In an instant, all worldly appearances faded in his eyes, reaching the Origin.

Wang Xiaopang’s Luck, bone structure, Bloodline, and even the past imprints deep within his Divine Soul were clearly reflected in his mind’s lake.

[Name: Qin Yuechen (Alias: Wang Xiaopang)]

[Aptitude: Saint-Grade Low Grade]

[Cultivation: Early Stage Cave Heaven Realm]

[Identity: Qin Family of Central State (Second son of the current Patriarch, Qin Yuan)]

[Background: Illegitimate. His mother was of humble Origins and passed away early. He broke with his father, Qin Yuan, over his mother’s death, left the Family, and drifted alone in the Eastern Domain.]

[Heart-Nature: Slippery and cherishes his life, values profit but also loyalty. Occasionally quick-witted, calm in the face of major events (hidden beneath a playful exterior).]

Looking at this information, especially the four words “broke with his Family,” a flicker of understanding crossed Gu Changge’s eyes.

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing a scene that had occurred several years ago in the magnificent and strictly regulated Qin Family mansion in Central State:

The young Qin Yuechen knelt before the cold and solemn ancestral hall, his face still childlike, but his back held ramrod straight.

Above, sat the stern-faced and cold-eyed Qin Family Patriarch, Qin Yuan, and a group of Family Elders.

“Rebellious son! For your lowly birth mother, you dare to contradict your father and question the Family’s decision?! She was merely a concubine; to be buried in the Family tomb after her death is already a Family grace! What more do you want?!”

Qin Yuan’s voice was devoid of emotion, like cold ice.

Young Qin Yuechen suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot but burning with stubborn flames.

“My mother was not lowly! She was a human too! She bore children for the Qin Family, toiled for half her life, so why can’t she even have a proper memorial tablet after her death?! Is it just because she was a maid?!”

“Presumptuous!”

An Elder sharply rebuked, “How dare you question Family rules?!”

Qin Yuechen gritted his teeth tightly, tears welling in his eyes, but he stubbornly held them back.

He looked around at these cold relatives, at his father’s emotionless face, and his heart completely turned cold.

He abruptly tore off the jade pendant at his waist, a symbol of his identity as a Qin Family disciple, and slammed it heavily onto the clean floor with a “thud,” sending jade shards flying!

Immediately after, he one by one removed the Magical Robes and accessories purchased with Qin Family resources, even taking off the cloud boots on his feet, standing barefoot on the cold floor in only a thin undergarment.

“Good! What excellent Family rules!”

The young man’s voice trembled with emotion, yet carried a resolute force.

“This identity as a Qin Family disciple, I don’t want it! Since my birth, because of my improper Origins, I’ve been constantly bullied by Family members. These things of your Qin Family, I won’t touch a single one!”

He pointed at the items on the ground, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Qin Yuan: “From today onwards, I, Qin Yuechen, and the Qin Family of Central State, sever all ties! There will be no further connection!”

Having said that, he turned resolutely, barefoot, step by step, walking out of the grand gate of the Qin Family, which symbolized supreme glory and strict rules, and into the wind and snow, never looking back.

Gu Changge’s gaze seemed to follow that stubborn and lonely figure, seeing through the years of wandering and struggle that followed.

The young man walked barefoot on the cold, gravel road, each step leaving a bloody imprint, yet he gritted his teeth and refused to turn back.

He once took on the most dangerous missions, venturing deep into Yao Beast lairs, barely surviving, all for a bit of Cultivation resources.

He once risked his life to venture into a furious Yao Beast lair, just to collect a not-so-rare “Blood Coagulation Grass,” almost being torn apart by packs of demon wolves.

He also once braved an eerie Ancient Tomb, retrieving a funerary Magical Artifact for someone, battling invisible Yin Sha Qi, almost draining his Divine Soul.

He learned to disguise himself, protecting himself with a slick and greedy mask, burying the pride of a Qin Family second young master deep within.

He struggled on the brink of death countless times, relying on a bit of cleverness and extraordinary resilience and Luck, narrowly escaping death repeatedly, scrambling and struggling.

Which of those Talismans and Magical Artifacts, which he regarded as treasures, wasn’t obtained with his life? Behind which “body-picking” wasn’t a brush with death?

He was like a wild grass in a rock crevice, living tenaciously and humbly, honing a slippery set of life-saving skills.

He also developed an almost obsessive craving for “resources,” because that meant being able to survive and become stronger.

Fortunately, his Luck always seemed good; he always found a way out of desperate situations and unexpectedly gained some benefits.

Only then was he able to Cultivate step by step to his current Cave Heaven Realm and accumulate the “Family fortune” that even Shi Wanshan found surprising.

Gu Changge withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly.

“Qin Yuechen… Qin Family of Central State…” he murmured softly. “He seems slick, afraid of death, greedy for wealth and cherishing his life, but I didn’t expect him to have such decisiveness and arrogance deep down.”

He could see that Qin Yuechen’s departure from the Qin Family was not an impulsive act.

That stubborn insistence on protecting his mother, his resistance to unjust rules, and the backbone to abandon everything and leave barefoot, all indicated that deep within this chubby boy’s heart, there was a dignity that would not tolerate contempt.

“No wonder… he would rather lure away the powerful enemy alone today than implicate Xiao Ruobai and Hanyu.”

A faint curve appeared at the corner of Gu Changge’s mouth. “He’s probably afraid of losing this rare ‘acceptance’ because of himself.”

He looked at the chubby figure below, who, though trembling with fear, still clutched a Talisman and rushed back into the battle, and a subtle hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

“He’s a bit slick, but this bit of backbone is rare.”

What do you all think, should Xiao Pangzi be taken as a disciple?