Changli Jinxi

Chang Litian's expression changed drastically. Jiang Ming's hand was like a pair of shackles, leaving him utterly unable to move.

One had to know that Jiang Ming possessed a divine body. Even without specifically tempering his physique, his constitution was beyond comparison with ordinary people's. What was more, Sun Power flowed through his body, supremely yang and supremely rigid. Without a powerful body, how could it possibly contain such power?

The corner of Jiang Ming's lips curled up. He yanked hard, and Chang Litian only felt an immense force pull him helplessly toward Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming released the hand gripping Chang Litian and clenched it into a fist.

"Undying Fire Fist!"

Jiang Ming's entire arm erupted in blazing flames. Fire spouted from his elbow, and with his own strength combined with the flames' thrust, Jiang Ming's iron fist struck Chang Litian's abdomen like a cannon blasting toward the heavens.

Chang Litian doubled over and flew backward even faster than he had come. Blood scattered through the air, instantly evaporating in the scorching heat.

Gusu Zhouling's expression jolted. He knew Chang Litian had tempered his body, yet he had been defeated in a single exchange. His forward rush slowed.

His terrified gaze met Jiang Ming's smiling face, and Gusu Zhouling immediately dropped into a knee-slide.

"Spare me, Big Brother! Chang Litian forced me to do all this—I didn't want to do it at all!" Gusu Zhouling wept with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Jiang Ming frowned and stepped back half a pace, lest the snot fling onto him.

??This is the heir of the Gusu Clan? Is he really this shameless?

Everyone in the area was dumbfounded. This was a young master from a great clan—this was far too??

"You're both at the Peak Ninth Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm. How could he have forced you?" Jiang Ming asked with a smile.

"That damned dog has something on me." Gusu Zhouling gritted his teeth.

"Oh? What kind of leverage? Tell me about it!" Jiang Ming looked deeply curious.

"This..." Gusu Zhouling hesitated.

Jiang Ming pretended to be angry. "With the relationship between us, can't you even let me see it?"

"What relationship do we have? We don't even know each other!" Gusu Zhouling muttered.

Jiang Ming glared. "I let you go. Doesn't that make me your benefactor?"

Gusu Zhouling: "..."

"Hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes. You're naturally my benefactor." Gusu Zhouling forced a smile as he stepped closer. "I'll only tell you."

Jiang Ming smiled as he watched Gusu Zhouling approach.

"Were you planning to launch a sneak attack just now?" Jiang Ming abruptly asked.

Damn it! He really saw through me!

Cold sweat broke out on Gusu Zhouling's forehead. "Of course not! Big Brother has the bearing of an invincible being! You will surely become a Great Emperor in the future! Under heaven, who could possibly exchange blows with Big Brother? I want to follow Big Brother—how could I possibly sneak attack you?!"

"Hahaha, too much, too much!" Jiang Ming's face was full of smiles.

"Tell the truth!" His face changed as easily as turning the pages of a book; Jiang Ming's smile vanished in an instant.

"Big Brother gives me an invincible feeling. I felt that even if I attacked, I wouldn't be able to cause Big Brother any trouble," Gusu Zhouling said honestly.

"I'll count you as honest." Jiang Ming nodded.

"Thank you for the praise, Big Brother!" Gusu Zhouling revealed a smile, but he soon could not smile anymore.

"What about the leverage you mentioned? Don't tell me you were fooling me?"

Of course it's fake! How could that idiot Chang Litian possibly have anything on me?!

In his desperation, Gusu Zhouling had a sudden flash of inspiration. "Chang Litian caught me sleeping with my aunt!"

Jiang Ming's face turned cold. "Are you taking me for a fool?"

"No, no..."

Jiang Ming directly launched a flying kick, but Gusu Zhouling was not sent flying. Instead, he turned into a puddle of water and vanished.

"Oh?" Jiang Ming's Golden Eyes flickered. "After provoking me, you still want to run?"

Flaming wings sprouted from his back. With a flash, he vanished, leaving behind only scorching heat in the air.

"Well, well! You're even running away in a group?" Jiang Ming appeared before Gusu Zhouling in the blink of an eye, looking at Chang Litian beside him with a mocking, strange tone.

"Don't push people too far! Leave a thread when dealing with others." Chang Litian raged.

"Leave a thread, huh." Jiang Ming rubbed his chin. "Sure, that works!"

"Heaven's Thread!"

With a sweep of his right hand, an extremely thin crimson thread streaked through the air.

This technique was actually just compressed Sun Power. He had learned it from the Golden Eyes, but without the Golden Eyes as a medium for release, its power was not quite as strong. Still, it was perfect for sneak attacks.

Chang Litian stood frozen in place. A moment later, his head fell from his neck, and a tiny figure drilled out from within—it was unmistakably Chang Litian's Nascent Soul.

It was golden all over, about nine inches tall, and resembled Chang Litian. It was glaring venomously at Jiang Ming.

As everyone knew, after shattering the core and forming a Nascent Soul, Nascent Souls would take on different colors according to the quality of the formed core: purple, gold, and crimson, the highest quality. Jiang Ming's Nascent Soul was crimson.

The ten layers of the Nascent Soul Realm corresponded to the Nascent Soul's size: one inch per layer, with ten inches being the ultimate limit.

"Well, your talent isn't bad!" Jiang Ming smiled faintly.

The Changli Clan had a Lesser Saint ancestor. As the most talented member of the younger generation, possessing a nine-inch golden Nascent Soul was only natural.

But the ten-inch ultimate limit was not so easy to break through. If one failed to reach the Tenth Layer, the Nascent Soul would remain flawed, and death was certain at the Ninth Layer of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

This was also why Nascent Soul cultivators were as plentiful as dogs, while Tribulation Transcendence cultivators were few. Rashly attempting tribulation transcendence would only lead to one's body and soul being destroyed.

Gusu Zhouling was utterly numb from watching at the side. He had said he would leave a thread, and he truly left a thread on someone's neck.

"Father, save me!!" Chang Litian cried out. Another aura appeared within his Nascent Soul, followed by the emergence of a phantom figure.

"What petty wretch dares harm my son?!" The newcomer shouted, shaking heaven and earth. It was none other than Changli Jinxi, head of the Changli Clan.

"Well, well, after beating the little one, the old one comes out."

"Junior, I will not interfere in disputes among your peers. But you struck with such cruelty—are you not being far too vicious?" Changli Jinxi said righteously.

Jiang Ming: "Tch!"

"When an elder speaks to you, listen properly! Since you are so unruly, I shall discipline you in your parents' stead!" Changli Jinxi raged.

He knew Chang Litian's abilities well. For a cultivator at the First Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm to destroy his physical body, this person could only be terrifying. And such people often had powerful backers. He could basically conclude that Jiang Ming came from a Saint Family, perhaps even a Saint Clan, so Changli Jinxi did not attack directly.

A Saint Family had a Lesser Saint in the household, while a Saint Clan had a Greater Saint.

He had not expected Jiang Ming to be so unruly, so he had no choice but to teach him a lesson. Even if someone from behind Jiang Ming came, possessing a Saint Realm expert as well, he did not believe they would dare fight until fish died and the net broke. After all, he merely intended to give a small punishment while also venting his son's anger.

Before Jiang Ming could speak, a phantom flew out of his body. "Discipline my son in my stead? What the hell are you?" It was Jiang Lingtian, clan head of the Jiang Imperial Clan.

He had just finished his work and had nothing to do, so he happened to take a look at what his son was doing. He had not expected to witness this scene.

As for whether he might see something inappropriate—Jiang Ming was only nine years old...

"Dad?" Jiang Ming looked astonished.

Jiang Lingtian nodded, his face full of smiles.

Changli Jinxi went numb. Though he was only at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, he could clearly sense that the middle-aged man before him was far stronger than his own clan ancestor.

Because the Jiang Imperial Clan basically remained in the Spirit Realm, aside from a few top Saint Realm experts, hardly anyone had ever seen members of the Jiang Clan, much less its clan head.

However, the Jiang Clan members in the Jiang Domain were known by more people because they governed Central Province.