Chapter 116: Does He Want Me Dead?

At some unknown moment, a tall young man dressed in black appeared at the entrance of the Healing Hall. This man was none other than Yang Xing.

“I want to play here; it’s fun here.”

Peng Ju broke free from Peng Xiao’s embrace, his filthy palm reaching toward Mrs. Wang. Peng Xiao did not stop him but instead smiled indulgently.

“You little brat, where did you learn this?”

“I told you to play!”

Yang Xing grabbed Peng Ju’s hand and delivered a sharp slap.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out.

Peng Ju’s cheek immediately swelled, several teeth were knocked out, and he was thrown into a dizzy heap.

“Is it fun now?”

Yang Xing grabbed Peng Ju fiercely and asked coldly.

“It’s… not fun. Not fun at all.”

Peng Ju’s face was pale, his whole body trembling.

Yang Xing threw Peng Ju aside and turned his gaze to Peng Xiao.

Realizing what was happening, Peng Xiao’s fury erupted.

“You bastard! How dare you hit my grandson?!”

“Hit your grandson?”

Yang Xing grabbed Peng Xiao by the collar with one hand, clenching his other fist as he struck Peng Xiao’s abdomen.

The punch was heavy, even for an ordinary person. Peng Xiao’s body bent suddenly like a boiled shrimp, twisting in pain. Tears and snot flowed uncontrollably from his face, which was full of terror and agony.

“I…”

Holding his belly, Peng Xiao’s face turned as pale as paper, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. His body trembled repeatedly, clearly battered by Yang Xing’s blow.

Inside the Healing Hall, several people witnessed the scene and quickly stepped back toward the distance, wary of being caught in the crossfire.

Outside, a crowd gathered, peering through the door crack to see what was happening inside.

Sweating profusely from the pain, Peng Xiao spat out a fierce threat:

“My son is a disciple of the Four Absolutes Sect. I will have him beat you to death.”

“Not letting me off?”

Hearing this, Yang Xing launched into a brutal assault on Peng Xiao. His flesh and blood were incredibly tough; with just a slight exertion of strength, Peng Xiao’s hands and legs were crippled.

Peng Xiao collapsed to the ground, emitting a slaughter-like scream, while Peng Ju shrank into a corner, trembling.

At that moment, the boy became unusually sensible and clever, not daring to utter a word.

Yang Xing coldly tossed the grandfather and grandson out and said:

“Remember what you said. Tell your son to come beat me to death. If he doesn’t come, I will find you.”

Soon, several assistants carried the two away.

Not long after, Shen Yue hurried to the Healing Hall. After hearing Mrs. Wang’s account, her brow furrowed slightly.

Mrs. Wang noticed Shen Yue’s expression and asked:

“Who is Peng Xiao’s son?”

Shen Yue pondered for a moment:

“Peng Xiao’s son, Peng Hu, is an outer court disciple, a skilled expert in energy manipulation. He applied for the Azure Dragon Court this year but was rejected. He’s quite strong, but Yang Xing is an inner court disciple…”

Yang Xing waved his hand dismissively.

“No need to overthink it. Leave it to me.”

A disciple who hadn’t even entered the inner court was beneath his notice.

Mrs. Wang and Shen Yue nodded upon hearing Yang Xing’s words.

Zhao Yuniang nearby showed a hint of concern.

“Brother Xing, are you alright?”

She glanced at Yang Xing from left to right.

Mrs. Wang replied:

“How could he be hurt?”

Zhao Yuniang blushed slightly and whispered:

“I just wanted to see if your hand was hurt.”

Yang Xing laughed at this.

A fleeting shadow of melancholy flashed in Shen Yue’s eyes.

Having been at the Four Absolutes Sect for nearly a year, she had tried again to break through to energy manipulation but failed once more.

Seeing this scene, she felt a sudden wave of disappointment.

Love and career both lost!

Mrs. Wang took all this in silently, sighed, and then looked at Yang Xing, asking:

“Did you come to the pharmacy for something today?”

Yang Xing explained:

“I’m about to take up a post at Floating Cloud Mountain. This time, I mainly came to have a meal with you all, to gather.”

“Taking a post at Floating Cloud Mountain?”

Mrs. Wang suddenly realized something and exclaimed:

“You’ve broken through to Dan Energy?”

Shen Yue’s eyes brightened as she looked at Yang Xing.

“Yes.”

Yang Xing smiled faintly:

“I just broke through recently.”

…

At Heji Pawnshop, in the back room.

Peng Xiao lay unconscious on the bed, his whole body wrapped in bandages.

Beside him, a woman in her twenties with heavy makeup was crying, wiping her nose and tears.

“Master, what happened to you? You must not be hurt!”

This woman was Peng Xiao’s newlywed concubine.

She had only been married to Peng Xiao for a year, and their good days had barely begun.

If Peng Xiao suddenly died, her good days would be over.

“Father!”

Soon, a burly man burst in hastily. Seeing Peng Xiao on the bed, his face darkened.

This was none other than Peng Hu, Peng Xiao’s son.

“What on earth happened!?”

Peng Hu clenched his fists tightly, his voice cold.

“It was the Healing Hall…”

Peng Xiao’s concubine quickly recounted the whole story, exaggerating details, ending in sobs:

“Not only was Master beaten, even your son Xiao Ju was beaten. This is truly outrageous!”

“If this grudge isn’t avenged, how can the Peng family hold its head high?”

Peng Hu clenched his fists, grinding his teeth with a creaking sound.

However, he did not storm into the Healing Hall directly but sent people to investigate who exactly was behind it.

After all, most of the people on this street were connected to the Four Absolutes Sect disciples in some way.

Soon, a trusted junior disciple returned with information.

In the guest hall, Peng Hu hurriedly asked:

“Brother He, who is behind the Healing Hall?”

Brother He’s face darkened.

“We’ve found out everything. The doctor’s daughter at the Healing Hall is a disciple of both the inner and outer court, named Shen Yue. Her strength is at the Dark Energy level. She has twice tried to break through to Energy Manipulation but failed…”

“Only Dark Energy?”

Peng Hu’s eyes gleamed sharply.

Brother He paused, then continued:

“But the one who fought is called Yang Xing, a senior disciple of the Black Tortoise Court. He just recently broke through to Dan Energy.”

“!?”

Peng Hu felt as if struck by thunder.

An inner court Dan Energy senior disciple!?

He fully understood the weight carried by the title Dan Energy. The directors who guided the outer court disciples’ training mostly possessed Dan Energy strength.

They were all powerful, high-ranking pillars of the Four Absolutes Sect.

Brother He cupped his hands respectfully.

“I suggest, Brother Peng, that this matter be minimized or resolved peacefully. You should apologize, make reparations, and let this pawnshop change hands…”

With that, Brother He hurriedly left, fearing trouble.

Peng Hu’s mind was still blank.

Suddenly, Peng Xiao’s concubine ran in, shouting:

“Master has woken up. He said to have you beat that boy to death…”

Slap!

Peng Hu struck the concubine’s face hard, his features twisting fiercely.

“Does he want me to die!?”

…