The Fierce Sister

"Hua Wanru, everything you have achieved today, everything you possess today, was given to you by me, Yang Chen. I was the one who saved you and raised you. You became a Proud Daughter of Heaven, admired and beloved by all—every bit of it was given to you by me, Yang Chen. I have never treated you poorly, yet I never imagined that today, you would betray me!"

Within the magnificent and noble Violet-Gold Grand Hall, the young man Yang Chen stood dressed in purple. Looking at the stunning, otherworldly woman some distance away, he let out a soft sigh, his words filled with helplessness and sorrow.

The young woman had a distinctive, beautiful face and fair skin. Yet at this moment, her lips curled with mockery, and she did not bother concealing her chill. "Yang Chen, it is true that you saved me and raised me. But so what? Must I acknowledge your favor, be grateful to you, and thank you?"

"Ha ha, laughable. Yang Chen, Yang Chen, you may indeed be called a rare prodigy, but you are only a 'prodigy.' You do not possess the aptitude to cultivate martial arts. You can never set foot upon the martial path in this life, and in the end, you are nothing but trash. Prodigy and genius differ by only one word, yet the gap between them is vast. Your fate can only be to be trampled beneath my feet. Hehe, you no longer hold any value for me. Your wealth and your pill formulas are all mine now. Enough. You may die."

With a wave of the young woman's hand, dazzling streams of light burst forth, rainbow radiance illuminating the entire hall. Yet Yang Chen could only helplessly accept it all and depart with unwillingness in his heart.

Yang Chen, an alchemy prodigy who had shaken the ages, had fallen just like that.

North Mountain County, the remote Great Wilderness, Yang Family.

Within an ancient, simple room, only the crying of two women could be heard. The slightly older young woman held a handsome yet deathly pale youth in her arms, tears pattering down from her eyes, her face full of grief. Her delicate, blossoming beauty was truly enough to stir pity and heartache.

The young woman cried out, "Those two beasts from the Wang Family drove my little brother Yang Chen to hang himself! I, Yang Caidie, will never forgive them!"

As the young woman roared in hatred and fury, she failed to notice that the finger of her little brother, supposedly already dead in her soft embrace, suddenly twitched lightly.

"I... where am I?" Countless memories flashed through Yang Chen's mind.

Wasn't he already dead?

He, Yang Chen, was an alchemy prodigy who had shaken the world, the undisputed Number One Genius of alchemy within the Imperial Domain. At merely twenty-two years old, he had already reached the pinnacle of the Alchemy Way, standing so high that the cold was unbearable. Yet he had trusted the wrong person and been killed by the woman closest to him—the woman he had painstakingly raised.

He had fallen in a single day, dying with hatred in his heart. Yet he had never expected that after his death, he would unexpectedly be reborn.

A massive flood of memories belonging to this body's original owner instantly poured into his mind.

"This person who hanged himself is also named Yang Chen? He shares my name?" Yang Chen swiftly absorbed the original owner's memories.

He was now in North Mountain County, a county territory on the verge of exile, torn by war and conflict, beyond anyone's governance. His current location was deep within the remote Great Wilderness of North Mountain County, in an ordinary tribe of the Great Wilderness—the Yang Family.

Before his death, he would never have set foot in a godforsaken place like North Mountain County.

The original owner of this body, Yang Chen, had also practiced alchemy while alive. However, his aptitude for it had been rotten beyond saving, and his personality was weak and unambitious. During a wager with someone, he lost more than half of his sister's property. Later, too ashamed to keep living, he hanged himself.

It was worth mentioning that this Yang Chen had been only thirteen years old when he died.

"This Yang Chen, honestly... He had the martial cultivation aptitude I could only dream of in my past life, yet he chose to kill himself. Still, perhaps my rebirth here is also fate." Yang Chen quickly digested most of the memories.

He had intended to think over a few more matters, but before long, he felt so stifled that breathing became difficult. He cracked his eyes open slightly, only to discover that Yang Caidie, the young woman holding him, had unknowingly pressed her enormous breasts over his face.

That soft sensation made Yang Chen flush bright red. To be honest, he had rarely been this intimately close to a woman.

At that moment, Yang Caidie roared furiously, "Wang Family, I'll make them pay for my brother's life right now! Others may not dare provoke the Wang Family, but I do!"

"Miss, Miss... please don't do anything rash! The Wang Family is so powerful that even the Yang Family Patriarch does not dare provoke them. Going after them with your current strength—isn't that no different from throwing your life away?" The maid beside her hurriedly stopped Yang Caidie, terrified that she might make an irrational choice.

Yang Caidie clenched her pearly teeth, her pretty face flushed red as she shrieked, "He is my only little brother—my brother! Those two beasts of the Wang Family caused his death! I, Yang Caidie, am his sister. If I do not stand up for him, then who will?"

Yang Chen, "enjoying" himself in Yang Caidie's embrace, saw her fly into such a rage and feared that his big-breasted sister might make some reckless decision. He hurriedly began to cry out, muffled sounds escaping his throat.

He had no choice but to shout.

If he did not, he might go from being perfectly fine to getting "smothered" to death by Yang Caidie.

Yang Caidie had been devastated, intending to risk her life against the Wang Family, the culprits behind her brother's death. Yet she never expected her brother to suddenly squirm against her chest, as though he was not dead.

"Yang Chen, are you all right? Don't scare your sister like this." Yang Caidie's eyes brimmed with anxious tears.

Seeing Yang Caidie so flustered, Yang Chen recalled the reason for his own death and sighed inwardly. Then he opened his eyes and said, "Sister, I'm all right."

"Young Master, you... you really are all right?" The pretty little maid jumped up in excitement.

Yang Caidie painfully squeezed Yang Chen's hand and shouted, "Yang Chen, you must never do anything foolish again! If you want to vent the anger in your heart, then your sister will go fight the Wang Family to the death right now."

"Don't, Sister, absolutely not!" Yang Chen was genuinely startled.

He looked deeply at Yang Caidie as memories of this body's former owner surfaced in his mind.

The young woman before him was named Yang Caidie.

Yang Caidie was eighteen years old, five years older than her younger brother Yang Chen. Throughout the Hundred Clans of this wilderness, she was famous. She was one of the Three Golden Hairpins, praised as one of the three great beauties of the Great Wilderness Hundred Clans. However, Yang Caidie was most famous not for her beauty, but for her temperament.

That was right. Yang Caidie was famously fierce, stubborn to the extreme, completely single-minded. Once she set her mind on something, even nine oxen could not pull her back. If one called her foolish and slow-witted, she was in fact clever and quick, with exceptional comprehension, the Number One Genius among the women of the Yang Family.

Yet if one called her clever, she could also be fierce beyond all reason, saying the most unreliable things.

Thus, no one dared provoke Yang Caidie.

Most importantly, Yang Caidie was not merely fierce herself—she was also fiercely protective. Protective of whom? Of her little brother Yang Chen.

It was said that when Yang Chen was three years old, he had been bitten by a Black-Fur Wolf raised by the Sun Family. Eight-year-old Yang Caidie had then grabbed a knife in her childish little hand and stormed toward the Sun Family with murderous vigor, insisting that she would slaughter the Black-Fur Wolf. She had failed to kill it then and was dragged back by the Yang Family elders.

But who would have expected Yang Caidie to still remember it? When she was in her teens, she found an opportunity when the Black-Fur Wolf was unattended and, with several swift slashes, butchered it. Then she wrote several lines upon the Black-Fur Wolf's corpse: 'Those who bully my little brother, humans and victims alike must die'—Murderer Yang Caidie.

That was right. Yang Caidie's education had not been up to standard back then. After racking her brains, she could not figure out how to write the character for "beast," so she wrote "victim" instead.

The most crucial thing was that after killing the Black-Fur Wolf, she had even written down her own name. That single line, 'Murderer Yang Caidie,' had nearly driven the Sun Family mad with fury, and because of it, they had caused the Yang Family no end of trouble.

With this recollection, Yang Chen understood that his sister Yang Caidie truly was the sort who would risk her life against the Wang Family for him. The Wang Family was a first-rate tribe among the Great Wilderness Hundred Clans. Who would dare provoke them? But Yang Caidie, with her one-track mind, truly dared.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen rubbed his head and sighed. "Sister, the two of you should go out first. I want to be alone for a while."

"Sweetheart, you mustn't do anything foolish again. If you hang yourself again, how can your sister possibly go on living alone?" Yang Caidie said in utter anguish.

Yang Chen laughed helplessly. "Sister, don't worry. I won't seek death again. I've come to terms with it now. At the very least, I can't bear to see you this heartbroken."

Only when Yang Caidie saw no desire for death in Yang Chen's eyes did she bite her lip. "All right. Your sister will leave first. I'll have Mingyue stand guard outside. If you need anything, just call for Mingyue."

Gu Mingyue, also called Little Yue, was Yang Caidie's maid. In the future, she was meant to marry Yang Chen as his concubine. She obeyed Yang Chen and Yang Caidie without question. More importantly, no one knew where Yang Caidie had found this future concubine. Not only was she utterly obedient to Yang Caidie and Yang Chen, but at only fifteen, she had already fully revealed the potential to become a great beauty.

As Yang Caidie's maid, Gu Mingyue had received no shortage of romantic advances within the Yang Family. Yet Gu Mingyue was utterly loyal, and she truly had long been prepared to marry Yang Chen as his concubine.

Now, hearing Yang Caidie's words, Gu Mingyue repeatedly said, "Young Master, if you need Mingyue, Mingyue will be outside."

"Mm." Yang Chen nodded to show that he understood.

Soon, Yang Caidie and Gu Mingyue left.

Only then did Yang Chen draw a breath, recalling everything and examining his current body.

"Who would have thought that I, Yang Chen, would dominate the Alchemy Way for an entire lifetime, revered and beloved by others, yet still be unable to escape a fate of being slaughtered at another's whim, treated like fish upon the chopping block? In the end, it was simply because I had no talent for martial arts back then. No matter how peerlessly gifted I was in my life, what use was it? My strength was too weak. When Hua Wanru wanted to kill me, I did not even have the slightest chance to resist."

As Yang Chen thought of this, a smile gradually appeared on his face. "But I never expected heaven not to forsake me. This Yang Chen possessed such excellent martial cultivation aptitude, yet he did not cultivate martial arts. What a monstrous waste of heaven's gifts. Back then, I dreamed of cultivating martial arts, of standing atop the vault of heaven and looking down upon all living beings! In this world, only the martial path is an eternal, unchanging truth."

"This Yang Chen's aptitude for martial cultivation cannot be called supreme, but it is not bad either. Though I could not enter the martial path in my previous life, what I excelled at most was nurturing geniuses and supporting geniuses! Now that I possess this body, along with the training system from my past, what does it matter if this Yang Chen's talent is not the very best? It is only a pity that this Yang Chen was far too useless. Within the Yang Family, he was utterly and completely a worthless waste."

The original owner of this body, Yang Chen, had been a spoiled young master within the Yang Family, utterly worthless in martial cultivation. But that was not the truth at all. He had clearly possessed excellent cultivation aptitude, yet simply refused to cultivate.

He had dreamed of cultivation, only to find someone discarding an outstanding body and aptitude to become a wastrel instead. It truly left him sighing endlessly.

Hua Wanru!

At the thought of this, he could not help recalling Hua Wanru, the woman who had murdered him.

Yang Chen closed his eyes. "Hua Wanru, Hua Wanru, I raised you into a peerless genius back then. But you must understand that your achievements came entirely from my hands. Since I could raise you, I can raise myself even more!"

Yang Chen had indeed spared no effort in nurturing Hua Wanru back then, but he had still kept one move in reserve.

He had never expected that move to lay the groundwork for the present.

At that moment, Yang Chen's blood boiled as he murmured, "Though my talent in alchemy was once unmatched, and I created several pill formulas that shocked the world, there was ultimately a flaw. That flaw lay in martial arts. Though my alchemy aptitude stood at the pinnacle of the world, I was ultimately just an ordinary man who could be slaughtered at will."

"But things are different now. Since I, Yang Chen, have been reborn here and possess a body capable of cultivation, then in this life, I will not merely become an alchemy genius who shocks the ages. I will also enter the Dao through martial arts and stand at the very summit of this world!"