Imperials. They are beings who had reached the Imperial Realms, realms above the Mortal Realms. They are all beings who had transcend the concept of life and death.
An Imperial with a broken core, what a joke.
The boy's words revebrated inside Yanfu's mind. He can't help but chuckle.
Liu Yang had somehow fallen asleep. Well he had quite a long day.
Defeating the entirety of the Outer Court, fighting a Jade Armoured Rhino, becoming an Alchemy Master and lastly finishing his days off with painting.
A really good painting of course.
Although he is someone who had lived for two lifetimes and had once been unable to move his body when he was in a mummified state for a long time, there is still that part of him that is no different than a child.
Of course, given his normally cautious nature, even if he is sometimes childish and love to cause trouble, he would never let his guard down before someone he doesn't know.
However, he had not sensed any malicious intent coming from the middle aged man. Secondly, he is really tired.
Uncle, daddy forgot my birthday again
Uncle, you forget to finish your meal.
You are bullying junior brother Chen again. Bad uncle.
Uncle! Uncle! Junior brother Chen had agreed to brings me on a date.
The corner of Yanfu's lips curls into a small smile as these memories starts to resurface.
The very next day, Liu Yang stirred awake. He lifted his blindfold open, revealing a single golden pupil. In an instant, his eyes are invaded by the bright light of the sun.
Closing his eyes with the blindfold, he stood up, causing the golden robe that had been covering his whole body to fall to the ground. He looks down, seeing that it was the robe that his supposedly grandmaster had wore last night.
A small smile adorned his lips.
"The old man sure is quite considerate." Chuckling, Liu Yang picked up the robe from the ground and wave his hand.
In an instant, the golden robe vanish into thin air.
Liu Yang stretch his body, the sounds of popping can be heard coming from his joints. After a good night of rest, he feells extremely relaxed and his mind is as calm as the ocean.
For cultivators, resting is also important. After being in seclusion for a long time, cultivating and pondering the Dao, a good rest can effect their mental health and allowing cultivators to cultivate even more easier in the future.
Grulululu
Liu Yang looks down when he heard his own stomach rumbling. He chuckle.
"Alright then, it's time to return to the Flaming Blade Sect."
He heard that the food there was extremely good. Even after weeks being a disciple of the sect, he has never even once tasted the food cooked by their cook.
He is in a very good mood. He is sure nothing can ever ruin his mood today.
Oh how wrong he was.
The moment he arrived at the Outer Court, his chest heaves, hands clenched into a fist so hard that his knuckles turns white. His face turns completely red with veins bulging on his forehead.
In the central plaza of the Outer Court, the sect had placed a board where news outlets can be shows. The board is similar to an electronic message board, using an intricate array to create a holographic screen. From time to time, the holographic screen will showcase the recent news circulating around the continent.
Of course, given that the news of Liu Yang becoming an Alchemist haven't reached far, many had not known about him. Although such news would shocked the entire continent, it will at least take a few days for the news to spread across the Southern region given that the there is only one branch of the Alchemy Guild in the Southern Region.
On the holographic screen, the face of Liu Yang is plastered with an elegant words attached to his face.
[ Liu Yang the bastard son of a whore ]
I don't want to become like you.
I want to be my own self.
My own identity.
These thoughts continue to plays inside his head as he tries to reason with himself.
But with how these bastards had insulted the woman who had gave birth to him, how could he not be angry?
What kind of son won't get angry when the woman who had carried them for nine months be insulted in such a way?
What kind of son won't get angry when the woman who had sacrificed so much for him be insulted in such a way?
Liu Yang took a deep breath trying to calm his anger. When he exhaled, he released a scorching breath from his mouth.
Waving his hand, a disciple nearby was flung towards him. When the disciple was about to collide with his body, Liu Yang grabbed him by the neck.
"Tell me, for how long has this message been shown?" Without even glancing at the disciple, Liu Yang asks.
The disciple feels his entire body shuddering in fear. His instinct screaming at him to run. To fled as far away as he could.
"Yesterday-yesterday. Ever since yesterday." The disciple choked.
At this point, Liu Yang's blindfold had already been burnt from the sheer heat his body is radiating. Even for the disciple, the only reason he is still alive is because he possesses a Fire Spiritual Root, making him somewhat resistant to fire.
The disciple is terrified, he could clearly see from Liu Yang's side profile that his eyes had turned completely red with a golden slit akin to the eyes of a dragon.
He begins to panic when he sensed that Liu Yang's fingers around his neck starts tightening.
Dragons are naturally born to be hot tempered. For Divine Dragons, as they are beings that embodies everything that is Yang, they are the most hot tempered of all dragons, more than fire dragons themselves.
A Divine Dragon bloodline paired with the greatest body cultivation technique that cultivate the Yang and another cultivation technique that refines the Yang.
The fact that Liu Yang hadn't killed anyone after a single slight is already miracle
Realising that the disciple is about to pass out, Liu Yang release his fingers.
The disciple fell to the floor, gasping for air.
Boom!
When the disciple looks up, Liu Yang is already gone. Alongside him, the board is also missing.
High in the sky, Liu Yang's figure fly through the air at a blinding speed. His body glows in golden light. If others are to see him at this moment, they would mistook him for a Divine Dragon.
[ Myriad Steps of the Dragon Emperor ]
A footwork technique that allows the practicioner to move freely as they please. It has five layers and when cultivated to the third layer, one could transforms their body into a dragon and fly through the sky.
However, such cultivation technique has their own detriments.
Like many other cultivation techniques of the Dragon Emperor, the [ Myriad Steps of the Dragon Emperor] put a lot of pressure on the body. If the practicioner does not cultivate their body, it might caused damages that could effect their cultivation in the long runs.
And currently, Liu Yang is doing exactly that. There is a reason why he has only been using the [ Dragon Emperor's Body Refinement Arts ] and the [ Dragon Emperor's Fist ].
So far, he has only mastered three techniques of the Dragon Emperor's. Secondly, his body is too weak to handle any of the techniques.
In fact at this moment, Liu Yang's entire body is breaking apart slowly. His organs is slowly losing their function, he can feels his flesh and muscles being turns apart slowly one by one as he continues to circulate the technique.
It is extremely painful.
His body is too weak to handle the technique, but he is forcing himself to circulate the technique in such manner. In fact at this point Liu Yang doesn't care.
Even if his foundation is to be damaged, destroying his future, he doesn't care.
Even if his body is to be mummified again and he is unable to move for thousands of years, he doesn't care. He had already gone through that kind of torture, so why even bother?
Everyone has their own reverse scale.
And Liu Yang's reverse scale is anyone insulting her.
Liu Yang's eyes glows in crimson colour with a golden slits on both of his pupils. Blood starts leaking from his eyes as he continues to peer through the strings of karma.
"Found you."
Meanwhile, at the Inner Court, a group of disciples are gathered inside of a fancy courtyard.
The group of disciples gathered around a round table, laughing as they discussed.
"That kid Liu Yang must be seething in anger right now." One of the disciples laughed.
"So what if he defeated all of those Outer Court trash?" One of the disciples mocked, "Didn't he run away after defeating all of them in fear of the Law Enforcement Hall?"
"That brat dared to mees with senior brother Jun, a core disciple. He even dared to offend his younger brother twice."
The news of Liu Yang accepted into the sect despite having a so called defect Spiritual Root just because of him having a talent in body cultivation. Such news naturally spread like wildfire, being talked by the entire sect.
The news of him humiliating the younger brother of the core disciple had also spread, shocking the entire sect.
These disciples had pulled all of this just to gain a favour from a core disciple.
What is a core disciples?
They are the most talented disciple of the sect. In the future, they are all destined to be the pillars that hold the sect together.
"Brother Jin, what's the matter?" Another disciple asks when he noticed one of them looking up to the sky.
"Is that a dragon I see?"
The other disciples weren't able to look up when a silhouette of a dragon smashed through the courtyard.
A massive board landed right on the group of four. The board was forged from an extremely hard material. Something that will give a Foundational Builder a hard time to breakthrough.
The moment the board landed, all four of them are buried underneath.
Three aura surges, three of the disciples leapt out. The disciple who had first noticed the presence of Liu Yang was the weakest amongst the three and wasn't able to activate any protective measures to protect himself.
The three wasn't able to process what is going on when a golden light blur before them.
Ethereal golden scales covered Liu Yang's entire arm. A an ethereal milky white light shot out of his fingers, forming five sharps milky white claws.
Blood flows out of the disciple's chest as Liu Yang pulled out his heart from his body.
The disciple cough out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widening in shock as he stare at his still beating heart.
Liu Yang's face shows no emotions as he dropped the heart to the ground.
Only anger.
Liu Yang turns to the other two disciples.
The two stood in shock.
How cruel.
How ruthless!
Suddenly, Liu Yang's figure vanish.
The instincts of the two inner disciples flared. Both of them immediately activates their protective artifact.
It can be said that the Flaming Blade Sect treated their inner disciples quite well. These two disciples are barely at the top hundred of the inner court, but their protective artifacts are many times better than most rouge cultivators.
Given Liu Yang's current strength and the conditions of his body, it is impossible for him to breakthrough their defence.
However, does he cares that he needs to be in his peak state to breakthrough their defence?
His eyes still glowing in red flashes in golden light. A black sabre sheathed in it's scabbard appears in his hand.
The moment he unsheath the sabre from it's scabbard, a powerful sabre intent exploded from his body.
Seeing him about to attack them with a sabre, the two are about to unsheath their sabres. However, the moment the sabres are unsheathed from it's scabbards, they came to a realisation.
Why is my sabre so heavy!
After years of existing, weapons had gone through countless transformations. In these days and age where body cultivation are declining, sabres are designed to be light and easier to wield compared to their counterparts from the ancient times.
However, at this moment, both of them can't even wield their sabres properly.
Intents are the manifestation of cultivators' mastery over their weapons.
For individuals like them who haven't even grasped the intent of sabre, how could they possibly be able to lift their sabres before a true blademaster?
Cracks starts appearing over the skin of his forearm with blood leaking out from his cracked skin.
[ Dragon Emperor's Sabre Arts ]
At that moment, the sabre in Liu Yang's hand transforms into a golden dragon.
[ Descending Dragon ]
His sabre easily cut through the protective artifact of one of the disciple like butter before easily decapitating the head of the disciple.
The head of the disciple was easily sent flying.
Splurt!
Liu Yang's arm can't take it any longer. His entire arm that had been holding the sabre exploded in blood and gore, staining the entire courtyard.