Chapter 12: I, Xiang Shaoyun, Will Look After You From Now On! (1/2)

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“Good, very good! You say you’ve never heard of me before, eh? Heh heh…,” w.a.n.g Yang said, bursting out into maniacal laughter. In his eyes, Xiang Shaoyun was no more than a prancing clown. The only possible concern was that he had the ability to break through his limits. However, he was a mere outer court disciple who had a long way to go before maturity, no more than a cricket in w.a.n.g Yang’s eyes.

The people within the restaurant also burst out in laughter. They were laughing at Xiang Shaoyun for being completely ignorant, seeking his own death. Getting up from his seat, w.a.n.g Yang stared daggers at Xiang Shaoyun as he drew closer to Xiang Shaoyun, emitting some of his astral energy.

Before w.a.n.g Yang had the opportunity to fully close in, Xiang Shaoyun shouted in alarm, “This young master is the junior brother of Zi Changhe, and hence half an elder! Do you dare to be disrespectful towards me?!”

“Zi Changhe? Is-isn’t that the Purple Lightning Marquis?!” w.a.n.g Yang said, completely startled.

“Brother w.a.n.g, don’t listen to his bulls.h.i.+t. The junior brother of the Purple Lightning Marquis won’t be from the same generation as us! Look at how young this brat is! How can he be the Purple Lightning Marquis’s junior brother? He’s clearly bluffing us!” the inner court disciples sitting at the same table reminded him.

“Oh right! This d.a.m.ned brat dares to fool me? You even dare to use the Purple Lightning Marquis’s name to weave lies! I must thoroughly discipline you today!” w.a.n.g Yang shouted furiously.

“You dare? I’m the one and only Xiang Shaoyun!” Xiang Shaoyun said, declaring his status.

“Who cares if you’re Shaoyun or Shaolin, I’ll still hit you!” w.a.n.g Yang bellowed, sending a palm straight for Xiang Shaoyun’s face.

Xiang Shaoyun initially had thoughts of running away, but he found that he was rooted in place by w.a.n.g Yang’s aura, all but destroying his hopes of ever escaping.

“F*ck, Zi Changhe’s name is so useless! I can’t even deter a fellow disciple!” Xiang Shaoyun cursed to himself.

Just as Xiang Shaoyun expected to be hit by a solid palm, a person suddenly dashed in front of him and stopped w.a.n.g Yang’s palm while saying, “Hold your hand!”

Taking note of the person who had stopped him, w.a.n.g Yang angrily shouted, “w.a.n.g Zhenchuan, you dare to hinder me?!”

At first glance, w.a.n.g Zhenchuan didn’t seem much older than Xiang Shaoyun. Although he could not be considered das.h.i.+ng, he likewise had an extraordinary bearing. He was also another one of Martial Hall Palace’s top 15 inner court disciples.

w.a.n.g Zhenchuan came from a poor household, but his talents were anything but ordinary. He poured all his focus into cultivation and was widely known as the next Purple Lightning Marquis. Furthermore, Zi Changhe was w.a.n.g Zhenchuan’s idol, a target for him to work toward.

“He is indeed the junior brother of Elder Zi Changhe,” w.a.n.g Zhenchuan indifferently replied to w.a.n.g Yang.

“You’re utterly blind! He’s so young; how can he possibly be the Purple Lightning Marquis’s junior brother?! Even if he is his disciple, I don’t like his face! You’d better make way soon, or else I’ll consider this as you challenging me!” w.a.n.g Yang roared.

Completely unfettered, w.a.n.g Zhenchuan cooly replied, “It was Xiang Shaoyun who had caused the five stars illuminating the sky yesterday.”

After he spoke, his words resounded through the entire restaurant, causing everybody there to finally piece everything together.