Jiang Ruoxu's Master, Mo Lianxing

【Soul-Nourishing Pill? Body-Forging Pill??? He can actually refine such elixirs?】

【Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He must be bluffing! What kind of "Body-Forging Pill" is that... I’ve never even heard of it—how could it exist?】

Yet, the moment she recalled the Sky-Shattering Pill with nine patterns from earlier, her heart couldn’t help but tremble.

What if... just what if it’s real?

【Disciple, go test whether his claims are true or not.】

"Master, my brother has already left..."

【......】

"And, Master... I think you just exposed yourself."

【I know. No need to point it out.】

Hearing her master’s impatient tone, Jiang Ruoxu felt as if another knife had been plunged into her heart.

【Your brother’s background... is even more terrifying than I imagined. Perhaps he... could help me.】

"Master, I can help you too!" Jiang Ruoxu retorted stubbornly.

【You little brat, go play somewhere else.】

"......"

Do you have any idea how much damage the words "little brat" can do to a 15-year-old teenager’s pride?

Devastated! On the verge of tears!

But at least he’d gained a treasure today.

Jiang Ruoxu pulled out the storage pouch Jiang Che had given him, rubbing his fingers over its surface absentmindedly—until his fingertips brushed against some faint engravings.

Looking down, he read: "Ye Qing?"

Frowning, the teenager channeled his inner force to erase the name and replaced it with his own.

"Now it’s mine."

Jiang Ruoxu couldn’t suppress his grin as he clutched the storage pouch like a priceless treasure.

Watching her disciple’s foolishly gleeful expression, Mo Lianxing sighed internally. This kid was truly naive—getting swindled and still counting the money for the conman!

That storage pouch? Jiang Che had swiped it from Ye Qing and handed it over like a gift... Wasn’t this just framing Jiang Ruoxu for theft?

Ah, whatever. A few hard lessons might toughen him up.

......

"I SWEAR I’LL HAVE MY REVENGE!!!"

Ten kilometers outside the Jiang estate, a tattered figure howled in rage, his appearance utterly wretched.

Who else could it be but the protagonist of destiny, Ye Qing?

After being beaten to a pulp, he’d been tossed out like a stray dog—not only crippled but also left with a certain critical area reduced to a bloody mess.

He’d crawled ten kilometers from the Jiang family’s gates, only daring to curse once he reached a deserted spot.

"Damn the Jiang family! Damn that Jiang Che bastard! Just like King Goujian of old endured humiliation, I, Ye Qing, crawled ten thousand meters in disgrace—but I will settle this score!"

Clearly, Ye Qing was a cautious man, waiting until he was well clear of the Jiang estate before venting his fury.

But alas...

"You wretched brat! Still spouting threats? Incorrigible! You deserve another beating!"

Out of nowhere, a black-robed elder materialized, his aura crushing down on Ye Qing like a collapsing mountain.

Ye Qing’s liver and gallbladder nearly split from terror—a peak Grandmaster?! How had this guy been tailing him the whole time?!

He’d crawled ten kilometers thinking he was being careful, only to realize some sneaky bastard had been following him the entire way!

"Grandmaster, mercy! I wasn’t threatening anyone! I wasn’t talking about the Jiang family—!"

Poor Ye Qing, already missing most of his teeth.

The sudden appearance of this peak Grandmaster was, of course, Jiang Che’s puppet.

After all, Ye Qing was a top-tier protagonist of destiny—Jiang Che couldn’t just let him wander off freely. He was to be kept as a glorified treasure-hunting rodent.

By nightfall, Ye Qing finally managed to sit up, trembling.

"Thank heavens... thank heavens I know Tortoise Breath Technique. Fifth Master’s skills really do save lives..."

"Ha! Knew you were faking it!"

"......"

You’re still here?! Give a man some breathing room!

Ye Qing’s sanity was hanging by a thread.

This assailant struck with brutal precision, never landing fatal blows—just endless torment, driving him to the brink of madness.

But he wasn’t entirely panicked.

His Sixth Master had once taught him a divine technique: the Life-Transfer Secret Art.

Any lost body part could be perfectly transplanted within 24 hours as long as he found a suitable donor.

This was crucial for his current situation.

All he needed was to find any man within the next six hours, "harvest" the required part, and perform the transplant. Problem solved!

Not panicked, but definitely in a hurry.

...

Thud! "G-Grandmaster, please, just treat me like a fart and let me go! I’m already a cripple, my cultivation’s gone... Spare me!"

"I’ll never dare to speak recklessly again!"

In the end, Ye Qing abandoned all dignity, kowtowing desperately—until the puppet finally melted back into the night.

Ye Qing exhaled in relief, a flash of hatred flickering in his eyes.

Such blood-deep vengeance could never be forgotten.

But right now, his most urgent task was finding another man to... procure the necessary components for his transplant.

Sure, a secondhand part wouldn’t be as good as the original, but it’d beat being a eunuch, right?

Wait—no, he wasn’t even a eunuch anymore. He was more like... a smooth operator.

......

Ye Qing’s pitiful state drew stares the moment he entered the city, though he’d at least changed into cleaner clothes to avoid being detained.

Pedestrians gave him a wide berth—especially the men.

The hungry look in Ye Qing’s eyes was enough to unsettle anyone.

Soon, he spotted his targets.

On a street corner, two Black men were hitting on a flustered young woman.

The moment Ye Qing saw them, his eyes lit up.

Weren’t these gifts from the heavens themselves?

He’d never admitted it to anyone, but he’d secretly harbored insecurities about his... specifications.

But what if he could upgrade?

Heart pounding, Ye Qing quickened his pace toward them, hands trembling with anticipation.

He tapped one Black man on the shoulder mid-conversation.

Annoyed at the interruption, the man whirled around.

"Fck you! What the hell you doing?!"

"Yohohoho—"

No time for banter. Ye Qing went straight for the prize.

Even without his cultivation, as a protagonist of destiny, he still had tricks up his sleeve—retaining strength comparable to the Transform Force realm.

Like a gust of wind, Ye Qing vanished—leaving behind only two Black men writhing in agony on the ground and a crowd of stunned onlookers.

What... just happened?