Martial Saint with Passives

"Brother Xingwen? You... you’re hurting me..." Tang Qiaoqiao looked up in surprise. Staring into Xie Xingwen’s eyes, which had grown strangely cold and distant, a sudden fear gripped her heart.

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「Elsewhere in the dense forest.」

The air shimmered slightly, rippling like water.

The next moment, You Honglang and his old servant, You Zhong, stumbled out and back into the mortal world.

Their faces were pale as they gasped for breath, the terror of the True Realm’s bizarre sights still lingering in their eyes.

The experience was a living nightmare!

"We’re finally... finally out..." You Zhong said, still shaken.

You Honglang clutched the Rebirth Bell to his chest. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.

The two of them immediately and warily hid behind a dense thicket.

They saw a Cangyun Sect disciple strolling toward them, humming a little tune. He carried a huge, bulging sack on his back, a cheerful look on his face.

It seemed he had reaped a hefty reward and was preparing to leave.

It was Yan Hanpeng!

You Honglang instantly recognized the corner of a jewelry box sticking out of the man’s sack—it bore the You Family mark!

Seeing Yan Hanpeng’s smug face, a torrent of old grudges and new hatred flooded his heart!

’A mere ant at the Force Integration Realm dares to loot our home and humiliate my You Family!’

Rage instantly consumed his reason.

You Honglang shot out from behind the thicket, appearing before Yan Hanpeng like a phantom.

Yan Hanpeng jumped in fright. Before he could even see who it was, he felt a terrifying surge of Strength crash into his chest!

THUD!

With a sickening thud, Yan Hanpeng’s chest caved in before he could even let out a scream. His eyes bulged wide and blood sprayed from his mouth. He was sent flying backward like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing heavily to the ground. He twitched a couple of times, then fell silent.

As the Young Master of one of the Three Great Noble Families, You Honglang had enjoyed immense Cultivation Resources since childhood. Coupled with the careful guidance of his family elders and his own considerable Talent, he had already reached the Mid-stage of the Refining Organ Realm.

He was slightly inferior to the top prodigies of the Three Great Sects, but he was still leagues beyond an ordinary disciple like Yan Hanpeng.

After the kill, the bloodlust in You Honglang’s eyes receded slightly. He walked forward, breathing heavily, kicked Yan Hanpeng’s corpse aside, and snatched the heavy sack.

He roughly tore open the sack, sending gold, silver, Jewelry, and porcelain vials of Elixir Pills scattering across the ground.

Suddenly, his gaze was caught by a familiar, jade-inlaid phoenix hairpin.

That was his mother’s hairpin! The very one he had specially commissioned from a master craftsman last year as her birthday gift!

You Honglang’s hand trembled as he picked up the phoenix hairpin. He clutched it so tightly his nails nearly dug into his palm.

Tears instantly streamed from his eyes, mixing with the dirt and blood on his face.

"Mother..." he choked out, weeping silently.

"Cangyun Sect! Three Great Sects! I, You Honglang, swear to the heavens! I will make you pay for this in blood! I will see you utterly annihilated!" he snarled, his voice like that of a wounded beast, filled with bone-deep hatred.

The old servant, You Zhong, rushed forward and grabbed him, his voice filled with grief. "Young Master! Young Master, you must calm yourself! We can’t stay here! We have to go, now!"

You Honglang took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the overwhelming grief and rage. He carefully tucked his mother’s hairpin into his robes, then haphazardly shoved some of the valuables from the ground back into the sack and hoisted it onto his back.

They were like stray dogs now; it wouldn’t hurt to have some money for the road.

The pair ducked deep into the forest, quickly putting distance between themselves and the manor.

They had no idea how long they’d been walking when they suddenly heard the faint sounds of a woman’s startled cry and struggle from up ahead.

You Honglang and You Zhong stopped in their tracks. They exchanged a wary glance before continuing forward, creeping silently toward the sound.

It wasn’t that they were moved by a sudden urge to be Good Samaritans and save someone.

Rather, the noise was coming from the path they had to take, so they had no choice but to investigate the situation.

The two of them parted the dense foliage and peered into a small clearing ahead. A handsome young man in the robes of the Cangyun Sect was roughly grabbing the wrist of a young woman, also dressed as a disciple. He appeared to be trying to force himself on her.

The young woman was struggling desperately, her face streaked with tears.

It was Xie Xingwen and Tang Qiaoqiao!