Let Him Die, Never Let Him Live

With Jiang Tian's strong support, the school handled the matter quickly.

Bay City Martial Arts High School was highly skilled at treating external injuries like bruises and sprains.

On top of that, Liu Chang casually produced a powerful bone-healing pill. After Yang Sheng's father took it, the pain from his injuries had eased considerably in barely half a day.

He had originally been amazed by how effective the medicine was and wanted to ask whether he could buy a few more for Yang Sheng, just in case.

But when the nurse told him that a single pill cost six thousand dollars, Yang Sheng's father fell silent.

By noon,

Yang Sheng's father was already able to get out of bed and walk.

Thinking of his truck still being held at the cafeteria, and having been assessed by the infirmary as fit for discharge,

Yang Sheng's father eagerly pulled Yang Sheng along to the cafeteria.

He had originally planned to drive home himself, but the doctor said that although he had taken the powerful medicine,

he should avoid making any major movements with his arm.

So Yang Sheng had no choice but to drive the truck.

After taking the passenger seat, Yang Sheng's father finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"What does this classmate Liu Chang's family do? She could just pull out a six-thousand-dollar pill like that."

Yang Sheng shook his head. "I only know that her family runs companies. I'm not sure exactly what they do, but they seem to be involved in quite a few industries."

Yang Sheng's father said, "What a good girl. Don't forget the kindness she's shown you. Once you make something of yourself, you'll have to repay these debts."

Yang Sheng nodded. Even if his father had not said it,

he had remembered every single one of these things.

When they were nearly home, Yang Sheng did not drive straight back.

Instead, he turned the wheel and headed onto a major street in the city center.

After parking, Yang Sheng smiled at his father's puzzled look.

"We're not going home to cook today. Let's have a good meal."

Yang Sheng's father instinctively wanted to say they should just eat something simple at home, but the words never left his mouth.

He paused for a moment.

Then he smiled too. "Let's have a good meal!"

Yang Sheng chose a restaurant that served home-style dishes.

The restaurant was not large, but it was bustling with customers.

At the back was an open kitchen, where a chef was tossing a heavy iron wok, stir-frying the dishes inside.

The air filled with bursts of wok hei.

Yang Sheng took the menu handed over by the server and passed it to his father.

Yang Sheng's father looked a little restrained. He glanced around, felt reluctant to spend the money, and handed the menu back to Yang Sheng.

"Order whatever you want. Your dad got the money back today, so let's eat to our hearts' content."

Yang Sheng smiled.

With his current cultivation, ordinary food could barely fill him up.

He was only here for the taste.

Still, he took the menu and began ordering. "All right, then let's get a few more meat dishes."

After they ordered, the chefs in the back were quick. In barely ten minutes, all the dishes Yang Sheng had ordered were on the table.

As the steaming dishes were brought over,

Yang Sheng's father sighed.

"Do you remember the last time I took you out to eat? It was when you were about to attend Bay City Martial Arts High School."

"And this time, it's because I heard you transferred into the High-Aspiration Class."

He smacked his lips.

Then he got up and bought the cheapest bottle of baijiu from the counter.

"I never thought they'd sell this kind of baijiu here. I only remember seeing your grandfather drink it when I was little."

Once he started talking about it, his memories flowed like an opened faucet and would not stop.

"That was back in 2040, before the Starship Federation had even been established."

"Whenever I ate with your grandfather, he'd have a bowl of noodles and a cup of liquor, then tell me about things from fifteen years earlier."

"He said that had been the happiest era of his life."

Thinking about it, that was probably 2026, the final year of the Human Golden Age.

Yang Sheng and his father rarely sat together like this, eating, drinking, and chatting.

At home, Yang Sheng's father usually only asked him a few questions about school.

He was busy taking orders and delivering cargo, sometimes worrying when customers delayed paying the freight charges.

But today, in this home-style restaurant, it seemed as though Yang Sheng's father had endless things to say.

Yang Sheng listened quietly.

He knew that his father rarely mentioned his grandfather.

Because his grandfather had been among the first group of people to go to the moon in 2040, and unfortunately, he had never returned.

Later, the Registry Division System began.

Yang Sheng's family was classified as Lower-Registry Commoners.

The reason Yang Sheng's father had been so determined to bring him out of the village

was so that Yang Sheng could make something of himself.

He himself had failed to become the man Yang Sheng's grandfather had hoped for, so he did everything he could to lift Yang Sheng up.

Now, Yang Sheng had finally made something of himself.

He had truly earned the appreciation of his teachers at school.

His classmates were also sincerely helping him.

More importantly, Yang Sheng had transferred into the High-Aspiration Class.

To Yang Sheng's father, that was earth-shattering good news.

That was why he was reminiscing today and telling Yang Sheng about his grandfather.

Because what Yang Sheng had achieved today was already enough to comfort his grandfather's spirit.

By the time they finished eating, it was already past noon.

All the other customers in the restaurant had left.

Only a server on duty remained, propping up her chin at the counter as she dozed off.

Yang Sheng's father finished his final cup of liquor.

His head spun, and he collapsed onto the table.

He softly repeated, "Dad, when will you come back and take a look? Your grandson has made something of himself. I miss you too."

Yang Sheng paid the bill and gently helped his father to his feet.

The sun hung high outside.

The sunlight was so dazzling it was hard to keep one's eyes open.

It was already mid-May, and the heat of summer had begun to arrive.

Everything looked as peaceful as usual. Yang Sheng helped his father into the truck, started it, and drove toward home.

But Bay City Martial Arts High School was anything but peaceful at that moment.

"Have you heard? Yang Sheng fought Wang Meng today and actually beat him into a coma. Wang Meng was hospitalized."

"More than that, Wang Meng's withdrawal procedures have already been completed. The school rushed through his expulsion."

"Damn, Yang Sheng's that overbearing? Not only did he cripple Wang Meng, he even forced the school to expel him?"

"Who knows what really happened? Anyway, Li Yan has been in a terrible mood today. He's had a gloomy face all morning, and all three of his sparring partners had their ribs kicked broken."

"How brutal. I hope Zhao Huan doesn't make me spar with Li Yan."

Inside the training room, Li Yan punched the heavy bag again and again.

Beside him stood Li Ya, who was just as tall and powerfully built.

A future seedling who had already reached near Great Completion of Bright Force in his first year.

"I thought Yang Sheng wouldn't pose any threat at all, but I have no idea how that old bastard Jiang Tian taught him. He mastered the forms of Eight Extremes Fist in just three days."

"Fuck, it took me three months just to reach the beginner stage in Eight Extremes Fist."

As Li Yan spoke, he punched the heavy bag.

The entire bag twisted strangely before the wooden board behind it instantly shattered into powder.

That was the power of Dark Force.

Li Ya sneered. "Brother, what do you have to worry about? Other people may not know what Yang Sheng is like, but don't I? With his level of cultivation, even if he reached the beginner stage in Eight Extremes Fist, compared to me, he'd be like grass before a tree. Even if I held back, I could still choke him to death."

Li Yan frowned.

"It's not that simple. In this test, you must go all out. You can't let your guard down."

Li Ya snorted coldly. He threw a punch carrying a violent gale and smashed it straight into the wooden training dummy.

With a bang, the dummy's head exploded into splinters.

"If I can make him die, I won't let him live."