Yang Qingxuan felt a stir of unease in his heart. What would be an ordinary matter for a regular person, for him, was a luxury.
For thirty years, a Grand Master, he had never known who he was in his dreams.
Now, he had finally found himself again, finally able to go home.
His eyes grew slightly red and swollen as he looked at the dilapidated door and the crumbling low walls. He stopped in his tracks.
What was once an empty house seemed to have guests now, and there appeared to be some sort of argument happening inside.
"Grandpa... Grandpa..."
Yang Qingxuan's heart tightened as he called out softly, then pushed the door open.
What greeted his eyes was not just his grandfather, but also a middle-aged man and a girl around fourteen or fifteen years old.
The middle-aged man had an extraordinary appearance, his presence commanding and powerful, exuding the air of someone who had held power for a long time.
The girl had almond eyes and a round, delicate face. She wore a pink dress, and her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall. There was a youthful charm in her beauty, mixed with a hint of coyness.
Both of them looked like nobility, while his grandfather, dressed plainly, though still strong in build, appeared quite thin and somewhat hunched as he stood in a corner.
Yang Qingxuan was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected to find people of such high status in this shabby little house. And the girl... she was incredibly beautiful. Though not as otherworldly as Wu Qiyue, she was still striking and gave him a sense of familiarity.
"You're... Su Ying?"
Yang Qingxuan finally recognized the girl in his memory. She was Su Ying, one of the four great beauties of the academy, alongside Wu Qiyue!
"You idiot, how dare you come back! Pervert! You scoundrel!"
As soon as Su Ying saw him, her cheeks flushed red with anger and embarrassment, and she began scolding him fiercely.
The middle-aged man and Yang Zhaobing both looked over, taken aback by the scene, sensing something was amiss.
Yang Qingxuan was bewildered. He couldn't understand why this girl was being so rude. Coldly, he said, "I've never acted improperly toward you, nor have I taken advantage of you. If you keep talking nonsense, I won't hesitate to teach you a lesson."
After speaking, his gaze unabashedly roamed over Su Ying's figure.
Yang Qingxuan didn't pride himself on being a gentleman. On the contrary, he was someone who acted according to his mood, with little concern for propriety. If a beautiful woman like her insulted him as a pervert, he wouldn't mind showing her what a real pervert looked like.
Su Ying was startled by his lecherous gaze. She felt a surge of anger and shame, her voice trembling as she yelled, "So, you really have intentions toward me? I won't spare you!" In the blink of an eye, she moved swiftly, launching a palm strike.
Yang Qingxuan could only smell a faint fragrance as she closed in. It was different from the cold, refreshing scent of Wu Qiyue, yet each had its own allure.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, cursing himself for letting his thoughts wander at this moment. Su Ying's palm strike looked light, but its power far exceeded that of Left Feng's "Earthquake Fist"! He couldn't afford to underestimate it. With a surge of energy, he met the strike with the Dragon Palm technique.
"Stop!"
Both the middle-aged man and Yang Zhaobing shouted simultaneously, but their expressions were entirely different. The middle-aged man's voice was full of authority and anger, while Yang Zhaobing's face was full of concern. But the next moment, a sharp gleam suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes, and his whole body froze in shock.
Yang Qingxuan's energy rippled around him, like a dragon soaring through the heavens. The force of his energy spread out in waves, shaking the bowls, plates, and bricks in the room with loud crashes, shattering all the porcelain in an instant.
Su Ying's face turned pale. Originally worried her slap might kill the idiot, she immediately realized how wrong she had been. The power in his palm was immense, and after making contact, she felt something was terribly off.
Bang!
The palms clashed, and the shockwaves sent Yang Qingxuan sliding not an inch, while Su Ying was forced to stagger backward, nearly crashing into the wall.
The middle-aged man was horrified and exclaimed, "You've awakened your martial soul?!"
Yang Zhaobing was equally shocked, his expression filled with disbelief, before his face froze in confusion. Then, his gaze turned to Yang Qingxuan with hopeful anticipation, his eyes misting with tears as his lips trembled.
Yang Qingxuan looked at his grandfather, feeling a lump form in his throat. He thought about the hardships of all these years and silently swore, From now on, I will never let anyone I care about suffer again.
He wanted to tell Yang Zhaobing the news but couldn't reveal it in front of others, so he simply said, "Not yet."
The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned. "Then how could you push Ying'er back with one palm? It seems you've been at the peak of the Qi Martial Realm for a long time," he said, immediately seeing through Yang Qingxuan's current condition.
Yang Zhaobing