Metamorphosis

"Lu Changsheng, you useless piece of trash, get the hell out here!"

From outside the dilapidated hut, a furious shout came urgently, followed by a bang as the door was kicked open. Two men with vicious expressions stormed into the room.

"Zhang Meng, Zhao Yuan! What do you want again today?!"

Seeing these two men, Lu Changsheng clenched his fists. Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan were also menial disciples of the Lingxiao Sect, but these two were arrogant and domineering, and on ordinary days they never missed a chance to bully and humiliate Lu Changsheng.

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

Because of this, Lu Changsheng gnashed his teeth with hatred for the two.

But Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan had long since stepped into the Eighth Level of Qi Condensation, so even when bullied by them, Lu Changsheng could only swallow his anger and endure.

"Heh, Lu Changsheng, we're a bit short on cash lately. Thought we'd borrow some spirit stones from you to spend. The monthly allowance just came out—you should have saved up quite a few spirit stones. Hand them over, yeah?"

Zhang Meng's tone was mocking.

Hearing this, Lu Changsheng's face darkened. These two bastards really had no shame, coming to borrow spirit stones from him again.

But though they called it borrowing, Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan had never once repaid the spirit stones they owed, so it was no different from outright robbery.

"There's nothing left. I've already spent all my spirit stones!"

Lu Changsheng refused flat out.

As a menial disciple, he received a fixed monthly allowance of about fifteen Low-grade Spirit Stones. Spirit stones were extremely precious cultivation resources and also served as currency for trade—buying medicinal herbs, weapons, and the like required spirit stones.

So spirit stones were important to any Martial Artist.

"What? Spent them all? Looks like your skin's itching for a beating! You're so stingy on normal days, how could you have spent every last spirit stone!"

Zhao Yuan was instantly furious.

"Hmph! I advise you to hand over the spirit stones now, or don't blame us for being rude!"

Zhang Meng's arrogance flared.

Just then, Zhao Yuan's gaze suddenly landed on Lu Changsheng's hand, spotting the golden furnace cauldron.

"Oh? What's this golden cauldron? Looks like a rare treasure! Should fetch a good price!"

Zhao Yuan's eyes gleamed.

Zhang Meng beside him also noticed the golden cauldron in Lu Changsheng's hand, licked his lips, and said, "No spirit stones? Then hand over that golden cauldron!"

Caught out, Lu Changsheng hurriedly stowed the cauldron away. The Creation Devouring Heaven Cauldron was no ordinary treasure—how could he possibly give it to them?

"You deaf?! Hand over the golden cauldron now, or today we'll beat you into a dead dog!"

Zhang Meng's gaze was vicious.

"No!"

Lu Changsheng gritted his teeth.

"Oh ho! Have you grown a leopard's heart and a bear's gall? This useless piece of trash dares to refuse us?!"

Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan were momentarily stunned, then their eyes flashed with a cruel light. In the past, Lu Changsheng had always been timid and submissive, hardly daring to defy them. They never expected that today this bastard would be so out of character, actually daring to withhold that golden cauldron!

"Zhang Meng, Zhao Yuan, if you keep pushing me, you might be the ones asking for trouble today!"

Lu Changsheng's tone was icy. Faced with Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan's oppression, he no longer showed the weakness of before.

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

Hearing this, Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan were both dumbfounded. They never imagined that the boy they had always bullied at will would now dare to speak such arrogant words!

"Damn it! You dog really have grown a leopard's heart! Today, if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know your own weight!"

Zhang Meng was furious.

Boom!

With that, Zhang Meng's aura as an Eighth Level of Qi Condensation cultivator exploded forth.

Whoosh!

"Bone Shattering Palm!"

His figure flashed like a fierce tiger charging forward, his palm gathering spiritual power as he viciously struck toward Lu Changsheng's chest!

Martial arts in the world could generally be divided into four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow. Each tier was further divided into nine grades. This Bone Shattering Palm was a Yellow-tier first-grade martial art. If struck squarely by this palm, even hard bones would be shattered to pieces!

"Too far!"

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

At that moment, Lu Changsheng rapidly activated the Heaven Swallowing Creation Art. The spiritual power within him surged like giant waves, and he threw a fierce punch toward Zhang Meng.

"Courting death!"

Seeing Lu Changsheng strike back, Zhao Yuan sneered. Was this waste trying to smash an egg against a rock?

Bang!

Crack~

"Ah!"

Yet, the moment the fist and palm violently collided, the sound of bones breaking rang out. Zhang Meng let out a miserable scream as the bones in his arm snapped directly, his entire body struck as if by a heavy blow, crashing against the wall with a bang!

"What?!"

At this moment, Zhao Yuan, who had been smugly watching from the side, was utterly dumbfounded.

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

How was this possible!

Wasn't this guy the most useless among the Lingxiao Sect's menial disciples?

"Ah!"

Zhang Meng writhed on the ground, letting out pained groans. One of his arms hung limp, clearly broken by Lu Changsheng's punch.

"Impossible! How could I be defeated by this waste!"

Zhang Meng ground his teeth.

Boom!

But then, Lu Changsheng released the aura of the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation.

"Hiss..."

"Ninth Level of Qi Condensation!"

In that instant, Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan's pupils shrank, their gazes filled with disbelief.

Ninth Level of Qi Condensation!

Who in the Lingxiao Sect didn't know Lu Changsheng's reputation as a waste? This guy had cultivated for over a decade, yet his realm remained stuck at the Second Level of Qi Condensation. How had he suddenly surged so much?

The two swallowed their saliva. They suddenly felt that this Lu Changsheng before them was somewhat unfamiliar—this guy seemed reborn, no longer the youth who could be bullied!

"Zhang Meng, Zhao Yuan, you still owe me a hundred Spirit Stones. I want you to repay me with interest—two hundred Spirit Stones within three months. Otherwise, I'll cripple you today!"

Lu Changsheng's tone was icy.

"What?!"

"Two hundred Spirit Stones!"

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

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

"Did you hear me?!"

Lu Changsheng's voice was cold.

"We heard, we heard!"

The two nodded frantically.

"Then get lost!"

Lu Changsheng barked.

Immediately, Zhang Meng and Zhao Yuan fled in panic, utterly disheveled.

"Lu Changsheng, just you wait! We're from the Lone Wolf Gang—the Lone Wolf Gang won't let you off!"

Yet, after escaping the broken hut, they still hurled threats back.