Beating the Pig Head!

Two ice-blue claw streaks whistled through the air with a shrill, piercing shriek, slashing toward Xue Mingqing's back!

Looking at the sharp claw energy in his hands, Ling Gui's fat face was twisted with malice and spite.

This was his first soul skill at four hundred years, Ice Claw Assault; forget about a person, even if he struck a rock, he would surely peel a layer off it!

Ling Gui was certain that as long as it connected, he could absolutely cripple, or even kill, Xue Mingqing!

As for whether this would bring him trouble?

What a joke. How could he, the dignified young master of the Ling Family, get into trouble for killing a commoner?

Wasn't this just like crushing an ant?

If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for calling me a fat pig!

With a venomous roar in his heart, Ling Gui held nothing back, his claws closing in on Xue Mingqing's back, closer and closer, almost just a step away from piercing through him!

But—!

At that very moment!

It was as if Xue Mingqing had eyes in the back of his head; his body abruptly flickered to the side, directly dodging Ling Gui's soul skill!

"What?!"

He let out an instinctive cry of shock. Looking at his supposedly foolproof strike, it had merely grazed past Xue Mingqing's body, not even touching the corner of his clothes!

Ling Gui's pupils constricted.

He couldn't understand it; he truly couldn't understand it.

Xue Mingqing didn't have eyes on the back of his head, so how the hell did he dodge his attack as if he had known about it all along?

However, before he could figure it out, Xue Mingqing's face, filled with shock and fury, turned toward him!

Immediately after, Ling Gui felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

The next second, he only had time to let out a yelp before his entire body flew out like a giant ball of meat!

Landing heavily on the ground, Ling Gui rubbed his agonizing stomach, his greasy, fat face full of disbelief.

"You actually dare to kick me?!"

Xue Mingqing did not reply. He silently retracted his leg, his expression so dark it looked like it could drip water.

In his mind, the evil, domineering voice of Feng Qingyang, absent for a month, rang out.

"How about it, kid? Old man didn't lie to you, did I?"

In that instant just now, Xue Mingqing hadn't actually sensed anything unusual; it was Feng Qingyang who had warned him, prompting him to dodge subconsciously.

Having slept in Xue Mingqing's mind for a month, Feng Qingyang had been awakened just now by the intensity of Ling Gui's malice.

The moment he woke up, Feng Qingyang understood what was happening and gave Xue Mingqing the heads-up, leading to the scene that had just unfolded.

Clenching his fists, Xue Mingqing didn't answer Feng Qingyang. With a grim face, he walked slowly toward Ling Gui, who was sprawled on the ground.

Reaching him, Xue Mingqing looked down at Ling Gui from above.

Seeing this, Ling Gui instinctively shrank his neck, his voice trembling.

"W-what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? Heh..."

"I'm going to show you why the flowers are so red!"

Bam!

Xue Mingqing slammed a fist into Ling Gui's face, evolving him from a pig's relative into a half-step panda man!

"Ouch! You—you dare hit me? My dad is the head of the Ling Family, a level 72 Soul Saint!"

Hearing this, Xue Mingqing was so angry he laughed. Not only did he not stop, but the speed of his pummeling fists became so fast they left afterimages!

It was the kind of technique that even Master Ip of Wing Chun would call authentic.

"Your dad is the head of the Ling Family? Well, my mom is the damn City Lord of Blizzard City!"

"Ouch, ouch, stop hitting me, stop! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"Even if you called me daddy today, I wouldn't let you off!"

Bam, bam, bam—!

This fat pig had truly and thoroughly infuriated Xue Mingqing. The first time Xue Mingqing spoke gently, it showed he was kind and friendly.

The second time, he stopped at the right moment, proving he had restraint.

But this third time, Xue Mingqing simply couldn't hold back. Sticking to the old saying that things shouldn't happen a third time, he pinned Ling Gui down and gave him a sound beating right there on the spot!

A long while later.

Clenching his fists, Xue Mingqing watched Ling Gui run out of the training grounds, crying for his parents with a bruised and swollen face, and couldn't help but let out a long, heavy breath.

In Xue Mingqing's sea of consciousness.

Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow, teasing, "What? Is there something you still don't understand?"

Clenching his fists tighter, Xue Mingqing sighed in disappointment.

"Old Feng, tell me, why can people be so wicked? He was the one who insulted and provoked me first. I only fought back. Was it really necessary to try and kill me over such a trivial matter?"

Although he had dodged Ling Gui's soul skill, he knew—

Xue Mingqing could feel that if he hadn't evaded it, he would have ended up with at least a severe injury.

After listening to Xue Mingqing's lament, Feng Qingyang let out a cold sneer.

"Accept your fate, kid. This world has never been about reason... If you want them to listen to reason, you must make your fists harder than everyone else's."

"Train well. Tonight, I will fulfill my promise."

Hearing this, Xue Mingqing couldn't help but close his eyes.

Having lived two lifetimes, perhaps he had understood the logic Feng Qingyang spoke of long ago, or perhaps...

He simply refused to understand it.

He exhaled a long, heavy breath.

At least for now, he didn't want to understand, nor did he want to dwell on these frustrating matters any longer.

Turning around, he walked straight toward his weighted backpack, ready to continue his training for the day.

Since this world only grants reason to those with the hardest fists, then he would become the person with the hardest fists in this world!

Meanwhile, in Blizzard City, at the Ling Family estate.

In a hall adorned with a portrait of an Ice Crystal Spirit Leopard, a lean, middle-aged man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, meticulously cultivating his soul power.

He was the head of the Ling Family, Ling Tian, and he was currently exerting all his effort to breach the barrier of level 73.

Ice-blue soul power swirled and condensed around him, drawing the essence of heaven and earth into his body...

Just as his level 72 cultivation was about to break through the barrier and step fully into level 73—

"Father—!"

A shrill, pig-like shriek rang out, shattering his breakthrough.

Instinctively opening his eyes, Ling Tian's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot; in that instant, he felt an urge to kill.

However, he held back, because he recognized the voice—it was his son, Ling Gui.

Recalling this good-for-nothing son, Ling Tian's brow couldn't help but twitch.

Born into a family of agility-type soul masters, it was bad enough that he was as fat as a pig, but every single day, he did nothing but stir up trouble.

At the thought of this, his fists hardened, and he felt a burning urge to purge the family line.

But, remembering that this was his only heir, Ling Tian suppressed his rage and took a deep breath.

"Calm down, calm down. He is the only heir; I cannot touch him, I cannot touch him."

After repeating this several times, Ling Tian lifted his gaze to look at his weeping, useless son.

At just one glance, Ling Tian's pupils constricted.

Before him stood his son, yet he was now beaten beyond recognition.

His eyes were bruised black, his body covered in footprints, and his face was marked with dozens of red, stinging palm prints, swollen until he looked like a damn pig's head.

Seeing this, Ling Tian stood up abruptly, his entire body trembling slightly. He grabbed Ling Gui's arm, his voice icy.

"Gui'er, tell me, who did this? Who beat you into this state?"

Hearing this, Ling Gui hardened his heart, and his eyes—swollen until they were barely visible—rolled around.

"It was an Evil Soul Master!"

"An Evil Soul Master?"

Ling Tian frowned, instinctively sensing that something was wrong.

Ling Gui, oblivious, spoke with even more agitation.

"Yes, it was an Evil Soul Master! To be able to beat me, a level 11, while only being level 8—such trickery, isn't that exactly what an Evil Soul Master would do?"

After saying this, Ling Gui sneered inwardly.

Evil Soul Masters are to be killed by all. As long as I frame you as an Evil Soul Master, everyone in Blizzard City will help me kill you. You little brat, trying to fight with me!

His thoughts were pleasant, but Ling Gui was not one to read the room; he completely failed to notice that his father's expression had turned even uglier after hearing his words.

Looking at his son, who was incapable of success but adept at failure, Ling Tian's brow furrowed even deeper.

"Do you know his name?"

"I do. He said his name is Xue Mingqing."

Upon hearing the name Xue Mingqing, Ling Tian's pupils shrank to pinpricks, and then, he raised his hand.

Slap! He struck Ling Gui directly across the face!