Reborn

"Lu Changsheng, you worthless trash, get the hell out here!"

Outside the dilapidated house, a burst of angry curses came in rapid succession. Then, with a bang, the door was kicked open. Two fierce-looking men barged into the room menacingly.

"Zhang Meng, Zhao Yuan! What are you here for this time?!"

At the sight of the two men, Lu Changsheng clenched his fists. Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan were also Miscellaneous Servant Disciples of the Lingxiao Sect. However, the two were arrogant and overbearing, and they had often bullied and humiliated Lu Changsheng.

The worst time, they had kicked Lu Changsheng into a cesspit in front of a crowd of disciples, making him lose all face before everyone.

Thus, Lu Changsheng hated the two of them so fiercely that his teeth itched.

But Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan had long since entered the Eighth Level of Qi Condensation. Even when they bullied him, Lu Changsheng could only swallow his anger and endure it.

"Hehe, Lu Changsheng, we've been a little short on funds lately, so we'd like to borrow some Spirit Stones from you. This month's allowance was just handed out. You must have saved up quite a few Spirit Stones, right? Hand them over."

Zhang Meng spoke in a mocking tone.

Hearing this, Lu Changsheng's expression darkened. These two really were shameless beyond belief; they had actually come to borrow Spirit Stones from him again.

Though they called it borrowing, Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan had never returned any of the Spirit Stones they owed. There was no difference between them and outright robbers.

"I don't have any. I spent all my Spirit Stones long ago!"

Lu Changsheng refused without hesitation.

As a Miscellaneous Servant Disciple, he received a monthly allowance of around fifteen Low-grade Spirit Stones. Spirit Stones were extremely precious cultivation resources, as well as currency for trade. Whether purchasing medicinal herbs, weapons, or other items, one had to use Spirit Stones.

Therefore, Spirit Stones were important to every martial artist.

"What? Spent them all? I think your skin is itching for a beating! You're usually so stingy, how could you possibly have spent all your Spirit Stones?!"

Zhao Yuan flew into a rage at once.

"Hmph! I advise you to hand over the Spirit Stones right now, or don't blame us for getting nasty!"

Zhang Meng barked arrogantly.

Just then, Zhao Yuan's gaze suddenly fell upon Lu Changsheng's hand, where he spotted the golden cauldron.

"Huh? What is that Golden Cauldron? It looks like quite a rare treasure! It should fetch a good price!"

A glint flashed through Zhao Yuan's eyes.

Zhang Meng, standing beside him, also noticed the Golden Cauldron in Lu Changsheng's hand. He licked his lips and said,

"If you don't have Spirit Stones, then hand over that Golden Cauldron!"

Having been discovered, Lu Changsheng hurriedly put away the Golden Cauldron. The Creation Devouring Heaven Cauldron was no ordinary treasure. How could he possibly hand it over to them?

"Are you deaf?! Hand over the Golden Cauldron now, or today we'll beat you into a dead dog!"

Zhang Meng said viciously.

"No!"

Lu Changsheng gritted his teeth.

"Oh-ho! Have you swallowed the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard? You worthless trash actually dare refuse us!"

Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan were stunned for a moment, then vicious light flared in their eyes. In the past, Lu Changsheng had always been meek and submissive, hardly daring to defy them. Yet today, this fellow was acting strangely—he actually dared refuse to hand over the Golden Cauldron!

"Zhang Meng, Zhao Yuan, if you keep pressing me like this, I'm afraid you'll be the ones asking for trouble today!"

Lu Changsheng said coldly. Faced with Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan's oppression, he no longer had his former weakness.

Because now, he was no longer the Lu Changsheng whom anyone could step on!

Hearing this, Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan were both dumbfounded. They had never expected the youth they had once bullied at will to dare speak such wild words now!

"Damn it! You dog bastard really have swallowed the gall of a leopard. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know your own weight!"

Zhang Meng was furious.

Boom!

With that, the aura of Zhang Meng's Eighth Level of Qi Condensation erupted from within him.

Whoosh!

Bone Shattering Palm!

His figure flashed, pouncing like a roaring tiger. Spiritual power gathered in his palm as he viciously struck toward Lu Changsheng's chest!

The martial arts of heaven and earth were broadly divided into the Heaven, Earth, Black, Yellow four tiers, with each tier further divided into grades one through nine. This Bone Shattering Palm was a Yellow-tier first-grade martial art. So long as one was struck solidly by this palm, even hard bones would be shattered into fragments!

"You've gone too far!"

Lu Changsheng gritted his teeth. Thinking of how the two had humiliated him in the past, he no longer wished to swallow his anger and endure!

At that moment, Lu Changsheng swiftly circulated the Heaven Swallowing Creation Art. The spiritual power within him surged like a raging tide, and he immediately threw a fierce punch at Zhang Meng.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing Lu Changsheng attack, Zhao Yuan sneered. Was this trash trying to use an egg to smash a stone?

Bang!

Crack!

"Ah!"

However, the instant fist and palm collided, the sound of bones breaking rang out. Zhang Meng let out a miserable scream as the bones in his arm snapped outright. Like someone struck by a heavy blow, he crashed into the wall with a bang!

"What?!"

At that moment, Zhao Yuan, who had been smug just seconds ago, was completely dumbfounded.

He rubbed his eyes, nearly thinking he was seeing things. Zhang Meng had actually been severely wounded by Lu Changsheng?!

How was that possible!

Wasn't this fellow the most useless of all the Miscellaneous Servant Disciples in the Lingxiao Sect?

"Ah!"

Zhang Meng rolled across the ground, groaning in agony. One of his arms hung limp and boneless; it had clearly been broken by Lu Changsheng's punch.

"Impossible! How could I possibly be defeated by this trash?!"

Zhang Meng gritted his teeth.

Boom!

But at that moment, Lu Changsheng released the aura of the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation.

"Hiss..."

"Ninth Level of Qi Condensation!"

At that instant, Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan's pupils contracted, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Ninth Level of Qi Condensation!

Everyone in the Lingxiao Sect knew Lu Changsheng's reputation as trash. He had cultivated for more than ten years, yet his realm had remained stuck at the Second Level of Qi Condensation. How had it suddenly soared so much now?

The two swallowed hard. All of a sudden, they found the Lu Changsheng before them unfamiliar. This fellow seemed to have shed his mortal frame and exchanged his bones; he was no longer the youth others could bully!

"Zhang Meng, Zhao Yuan, you still owe me one hundred Spirit Stones. I want you to repay me two hundred Spirit Stones, principal and interest included, within three months. Otherwise, I'll cripple you both today!"

Lu Changsheng said in a chilling tone.

"What?!"

"Two hundred Spirit Stones!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan's faces turned as ugly as could be.

In the past, the two of them had always bullied Lu Changsheng. Today, they finally tasted what it felt like to be oppressed.

"Did you hear me?!"

Lu Changsheng said coldly.

"We heard you, we heard you!"

The two hurriedly nodded.

"Why aren't you getting out yet?!"

Lu Changsheng shouted.

At once, Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan fled in panic, scrambling away in disgrace.

"Lu Changsheng, just you wait! We belong to the Lone Wolf Gang, and the Lone Wolf Gang won't let you off!"

However, after the two fled from the dilapidated house, they still left behind this threatening shout.