Chapter 1: Dragon Jade Pendant
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Chapter 1 - Dragon Jade Pendant
“Hey darling, give me a good night and I’ll give you a great night too!”
“No? What do you mean ‘no’? Maybe some cash will change your mind!”
Baiyang Town. In a room on the second floor of the Jade Palace brothel, Yang Chen had two ladies in his lap, one on each thigh.
When the two courtesans saw the cash, their eyes lit up and they leaned on Yang Chen’s arms, smiling demurely. “Master Yang, you’re so generous! Tonight, we’ll both ...”
The door burst open, and a young pageboy hurried to the aristocratic young man’s side. Despite his sweaty head, he leaned close to the young man’s ear and whispered, “Young Master Chen, your father just passed away!”
“W-what?”
“Your dad’s dead!”
Yang Chen froze. He only came to his senses after a long pause and said mildly, “Huang, to reward your loyalty to me all these years, these two pretty ladies are yours tonight. I’ll excuse myself.”
Shocked, Huang almost fainted from sheer joy. Emerging from n0v@lbin☆, this material harbors clandestine details.
On the street, Yang Chen thought to himself, Although my useless dad’s ten times the drunkard that I am, he’s barely forty years old! He should’ve been able to live ten more years ... He keeled over just like that?
Quickening his pace, he soon returned to the Yang Residence.
Two families ruled Baiyang Town: the Bai and Yang families. The Yang family owned almost half of the resources in Baiyang Town, and they were considered local kingpins.
Anyone would consider themselves lucky to be part of a family like that, but not Yang Chen.
The patriarch of the Yang family had been extremely talented in his younger days, and his cultivation was powerful beyond imagination. He single-handedly established a name for himself in Baiyang Town, had many kids, and thus the great Yang family was born.
Yang Chen’s mother was the patriarch’s daughter and the third of his children. She was also talented herself, and everyone in Baiyang Town knew her name. However, Yang Chen’s father was a strange addition–while Yang Chen didn’t know if his father had been a player in his younger days, his earliest memories were of his father drinking constantly. His dad lived his life in a fog. He’d been abandoned in a simple shed on his own to eat off the family’s charity and basically wait for death.
His son suffered from having a useless father. Yang Chen was considered an unimportant character in this large family. Everyone treated him coldly, and his mother barely recognized him as her son. He lived with unrestricted freedom, relying on the Yang family halo on his head to intimidate others and feed himself. He lived a contented life in the streets bullying others.
Ignoring the glares from the guards at the door, Yang Chen entered the Yang residence through the side door.
The Yang courtyard was full of beautiful plants and flowers, and serene pavilions appeared here and there, displaying the family’s elegant taste and massive wealth.
Yang Chen had just entered when two people approached. The first was a tall young man clad in white brocade robes, his face stony and cold. He was the eldest son of Yang Chen’s second uncle, his elder cousin Yang Zhan.
He remembered every person who humiliated him. If he ever grew stronger, those people would never live in peace again!
This was the true Yang Chen. Within his inner circle, they all called him the smiling tiger or the black-hearted wolf.
Yang Chen’s father had an elegant name, Long Qinglan. There were stories of his glorious youth, which was why the third child of the Yang family, Yang Xueqing, had fallen in love with him even though she was a legend in her time.
Yang Chen stepped through the rough door and saw a group of handmaidens surrounding Long Qinglan. Qinglan was lying face down on the ground with a dusty darkened face. The room reeked unbearably of alcohol and urine. “He’s here ...”
When the handmaidens saw Yang Chen, they whispered among themselves and left. Their job was done.
Yang Chen’s gaze fell on Long Qinglan. The man was dead. He had long predicted that his father would die like this.
Yang Chen crouched down and looked at the darkened face. “Who the hell were you? For sixteen years, I’ve never understood you. You never tried to help me understand you either. What’s unfortunate is that I stand here today feeling as if we’re both strangers. Father ... I guess I’m the unfilial son they speak of. You’re dead, and yet I cannot shed a single tear for you.”
Yang Chen thought he would be numb but he felt bitterness.
After lingering for a while, he roused himself when he heard footsteps outside. A gorgeous lady in a pale-red dress entered, her hair coiled up in a bun. A group of people followed her. She leaned sideways inside as she eyed Long Qinglan’s body. She sighed, “Our sacred bond of this lifetime has ended. Yang Chen, go look for a place to bury him, he’s your father after all.”
She left without bothering to look at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen smiled. He was used to this. He looked at Long Qinglan mockingly, “Dad, I’ll admit you’re good-looking ... Since you were famous for your talent when you were young, I’m sure countless pretty girls fell for you ... though I don’t think you would’ve expected your wife to take only one look at your dead body before leaving, did you?”
He felt pity in his heart but could not show it.
He got to work immediately, carrying Long Qinglan’s body on his back. Ignoring the disgusted and curious looks from other residents, he walked straight out of the Yang residence and got himself a horse carriage.
Yang Chen led the carriage bearing Long Qinglan out of town. When he arrived at a suitable part of the forest, he stopped to survey the area. “The mountains look great, the river is calm, the birds are singing ... It’s a good spot to rest in peace. It’s also dark and chilly here, I’m sure there’ll be many female ghosts. If you’re still a player after death, you can get your second and third wives in your afterlife–it’s a nice place to hook up if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“Well, I, Yang Chen, am still your son after all. Half of my flesh comes from you. It’s a shame you died too soon, and I didn’t amount to anything. The only thing I can do for you is to bury you here. If you ever become a ghost with powers, please come and protect me if you have time.”
He stared blankly at Long Qinglan’s darkened face, and then one teardrop finally rolled down his cheek.
Yang Chen quickly wiped it away, then dug a grave in the moist soil with his hands.
Although he didn’t have any formal training, he was still a talented individual. His abilities had not diminished since his Body Quenching stage a few years ago. Digging a big hole in the ground was not a problem for him.
He was about to bury Long Qinglan when Qinglan’s eyes suddenly sprang open.
Yang Chen screamed and shoved his father into the muddy hole.
Staring at the man in the hole, Yang Chen stuttered in terror, “F-Father ... I didn’t say anything bad. I even dug a hole for you so you could rest in peace ...”
Long Qinglan flipped over and cursed, “Go to hell! I’m not dead, so don’t you dare bury me! Now listen here, kid, I came back to tell you one thing: there’s a dragon jade pendant in my dantian. After I die, you must open my dantian to take the pendant out. That’s the only way to completely free me ...”
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Chapter 1 - Dragon Jade Pendant
“Hey darling, give me a good night and I’ll give you a great night too!”
“No? What do you mean ‘no’? Maybe some cash will change your mind!”
Baiyang Town. In a room on the second floor of the Jade Palace brothel, Yang Chen had two ladies in his lap, one on each thigh.
When the two courtesans saw the cash, their eyes lit up and they leaned on Yang Chen’s arms, smiling demurely. “Master Yang, you’re so generous! Tonight, we’ll both ...”
The door burst open, and a young pageboy hurried to the aristocratic young man’s side. Despite his sweaty head, he leaned close to the young man’s ear and whispered, “Young Master Chen, your father just passed away!”
“W-what?”
“Your dad’s dead!”
Yang Chen froze. He only came to his senses after a long pause and said mildly, “Huang, to reward your loyalty to me all these years, these two pretty ladies are yours tonight. I’ll excuse myself.”
Shocked, Huang almost fainted from sheer joy. Emerging from n0v@lbin☆, this material harbors clandestine details.
On the street, Yang Chen thought to himself, Although my useless dad’s ten times the drunkard that I am, he’s barely forty years old! He should’ve been able to live ten more years ... He keeled over just like that?
Quickening his pace, he soon returned to the Yang Residence.
Two families ruled Baiyang Town: the Bai and Yang families. The Yang family owned almost half of the resources in Baiyang Town, and they were considered local kingpins.
Anyone would consider themselves lucky to be part of a family like that, but not Yang Chen.
The patriarch of the Yang family had been extremely talented in his younger days, and his cultivation was powerful beyond imagination. He single-handedly established a name for himself in Baiyang Town, had many kids, and thus the great Yang family was born.
Yang Chen’s mother was the patriarch’s daughter and the third of his children. She was also talented herself, and everyone in Baiyang Town knew her name. However, Yang Chen’s father was a strange addition–while Yang Chen didn’t know if his father had been a player in his younger days, his earliest memories were of his father drinking constantly. His dad lived his life in a fog. He’d been abandoned in a simple shed on his own to eat off the family’s charity and basically wait for death.
His son suffered from having a useless father. Yang Chen was considered an unimportant character in this large family. Everyone treated him coldly, and his mother barely recognized him as her son. He lived with unrestricted freedom, relying on the Yang family halo on his head to intimidate others and feed himself. He lived a contented life in the streets bullying others.
Ignoring the glares from the guards at the door, Yang Chen entered the Yang residence through the side door.
The Yang courtyard was full of beautiful plants and flowers, and serene pavilions appeared here and there, displaying the family’s elegant taste and massive wealth.
Yang Chen had just entered when two people approached. The first was a tall young man clad in white brocade robes, his face stony and cold. He was the eldest son of Yang Chen’s second uncle, his elder cousin Yang Zhan.
He remembered every person who humiliated him. If he ever grew stronger, those people would never live in peace again!
This was the true Yang Chen. Within his inner circle, they all called him the smiling tiger or the black-hearted wolf.
Yang Chen’s father had an elegant name, Long Qinglan. There were stories of his glorious youth, which was why the third child of the Yang family, Yang Xueqing, had fallen in love with him even though she was a legend in her time.
Yang Chen stepped through the rough door and saw a group of handmaidens surrounding Long Qinglan. Qinglan was lying face down on the ground with a dusty darkened face. The room reeked unbearably of alcohol and urine. “He’s here ...”
When the handmaidens saw Yang Chen, they whispered among themselves and left. Their job was done.
Yang Chen’s gaze fell on Long Qinglan. The man was dead. He had long predicted that his father would die like this.
Yang Chen crouched down and looked at the darkened face. “Who the hell were you? For sixteen years, I’ve never understood you. You never tried to help me understand you either. What’s unfortunate is that I stand here today feeling as if we’re both strangers. Father ... I guess I’m the unfilial son they speak of. You’re dead, and yet I cannot shed a single tear for you.”
Yang Chen thought he would be numb but he felt bitterness.
After lingering for a while, he roused himself when he heard footsteps outside. A gorgeous lady in a pale-red dress entered, her hair coiled up in a bun. A group of people followed her. She leaned sideways inside as she eyed Long Qinglan’s body. She sighed, “Our sacred bond of this lifetime has ended. Yang Chen, go look for a place to bury him, he’s your father after all.”
She left without bothering to look at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen smiled. He was used to this. He looked at Long Qinglan mockingly, “Dad, I’ll admit you’re good-looking ... Since you were famous for your talent when you were young, I’m sure countless pretty girls fell for you ... though I don’t think you would’ve expected your wife to take only one look at your dead body before leaving, did you?”
He felt pity in his heart but could not show it.
He got to work immediately, carrying Long Qinglan’s body on his back. Ignoring the disgusted and curious looks from other residents, he walked straight out of the Yang residence and got himself a horse carriage.
Yang Chen led the carriage bearing Long Qinglan out of town. When he arrived at a suitable part of the forest, he stopped to survey the area. “The mountains look great, the river is calm, the birds are singing ... It’s a good spot to rest in peace. It’s also dark and chilly here, I’m sure there’ll be many female ghosts. If you’re still a player after death, you can get your second and third wives in your afterlife–it’s a nice place to hook up if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“Well, I, Yang Chen, am still your son after all. Half of my flesh comes from you. It’s a shame you died too soon, and I didn’t amount to anything. The only thing I can do for you is to bury you here. If you ever become a ghost with powers, please come and protect me if you have time.”
He stared blankly at Long Qinglan’s darkened face, and then one teardrop finally rolled down his cheek.
Yang Chen quickly wiped it away, then dug a grave in the moist soil with his hands.
Although he didn’t have any formal training, he was still a talented individual. His abilities had not diminished since his Body Quenching stage a few years ago. Digging a big hole in the ground was not a problem for him.
He was about to bury Long Qinglan when Qinglan’s eyes suddenly sprang open.
Yang Chen screamed and shoved his father into the muddy hole.
Staring at the man in the hole, Yang Chen stuttered in terror, “F-Father ... I didn’t say anything bad. I even dug a hole for you so you could rest in peace ...”
Long Qinglan flipped over and cursed, “Go to hell! I’m not dead, so don’t you dare bury me! Now listen here, kid, I came back to tell you one thing: there’s a dragon jade pendant in my dantian. After I die, you must open my dantian to take the pendant out. That’s the only way to completely free me ...”
Chapter 1 - Dragon Jade Pendant Hey darling, give me a good night and I'll give you a great night too! No? What do you mean no'? Maybe some cash will change your mind! Baiyang Town. In a room on the second floor of the Jade Palace brothel, Yang Chen had two ladies in his lap, one on each thigh. When the two courtesans saw the cash, their eyes lit up and they leaned on Yang Chen's arms, smiling demurely. Master Yang, you're so generous! Tonight, we'll both ... The door burst open, and a young pageboy hurried to the aristocratic young man's side. Despite his sweaty head, he leaned close to the young man's ear and whispered, Young Master Chen, your father just passed away! W-what? Your dad's dead! Yang Chen froze. He only came to his senses after a long pause and said mildly, Huang, to reward your loyalty to me all these years, these two pretty ladies are yours tonight. I'll excuse myself. Shocked, Huang almost fainted from sheer joy. Emerging from n0v@lbin, this material harbors clandestine details.On the street, Yang Chen thought to himself, Although my useless dad's ten times the drunkard that I am, he's barely forty years old! He should've been able to live ten more years ... He keeled over just like that? Quickening his pace, he soon returned to the Yang Residence. Two families ruled Baiyang Town: the Bai and Yang families. The Yang family owned almost half of the resources in Baiyang Town, and they were considered local kingpins. Anyone would consider themselves lucky to be part of a family like that, but not Yang Chen. The patriarch of the Yang family had been extremely talented in his younger days, and his cultivation was powerful beyond imagination. He single-handedly established a name for himself in Baiyang Town, had many kids, and thus the great Yang family was born. Yang Chen's mother was the patriarch's daughter and the third of his children. She was also talented herself, and everyone in Baiyang Town knew her name. However, Yang Chen's father was a strange additionwhile Yang Chen didn't know if his father had been a player in his younger days, his earliest memories were of his father drinking constantly. His dad lived his life in a fog. He'd been abandoned in a simple shed on his own to eat off the family's charity and basically wait for death. His son suffered from having a useless father. Yang Chen was considered an unimportant character in this large family. Everyone treated him coldly, and his mother barely recognized him as her son. He lived with unrestricted freedom, relying on the Yang family halo on his head to intimidate others and feed himself. He lived a contented life in the streets bullying others. Ignoring the glares from the guards at the door, Yang Chen entered the Yang residence through the side door. The Yang courtyard was full of beautiful plants and flowers, and serene pavilions appeared here and there, displaying the family's elegant taste and massive wealth. Yang Chen had just entered when two people approached. The first was a tall young man clad in white brocade robes, his face stony and cold. He was the eldest son of Yang Chen's second uncle, his elder cousin Yang Zhan. He remembered every person who humiliated him. If he ever grew stronger, those people would never live in peace again! This was the true Yang Chen. Within his inner circle, they all called him the smiling tiger or the black-hearted wolf. Yang Chen's father had an elegant name, Long Qinglan. There were stories of his glorious youth, which was why the third child of the Yang family, Yang Xueqing, had fallen in love with him even though she was a legend in her time. Yang Chen stepped through the rough door and saw a group of handmaidens surrounding Long Qinglan. Qinglan was lying face down on the ground with a dusty darkened face. The room reeked unbearably of alcohol and urine. He's here ... When the handmaidens saw Yang Chen, they whispered among themselves and left. Their job was done. Yang Chen's gaze fell on Long Qinglan. The man was dead. He had long predicted that his father would die like this. Yang Chen crouched down and looked at the darkened face. Who the hell were you? For sixteen years, I've never understood you. You never tried to help me understand you either. What's unfortunate is that I stand here today feeling as if we're both strangers. Father ... I guess I'm the unfilial son they speak of. You're dead, and yet I cannot shed a single tear for you. Yang Chen thought he would be numb but he felt bitterness. After lingering for a while, he roused himself when he heard footsteps outside. A gorgeous lady in a pale-red dress entered, her hair coiled up in a bun. A group of people followed her. She leaned sideways inside as she eyed Long Qinglan's body. She sighed, Our sacred bond of this lifetime has ended. Yang Chen, go look for a place to bury him, he's your father after all. She left without bothering to look at Yang Chen. Yang Chen smiled. He was used to this. He looked at Long Qinglan mockingly, Dad, I'll admit you're good-looking ... Since you were famous for your talent when you were young, I'm sure countless pretty girls fell for you ... though I don't think you would've expected your wife to take only one look at your dead body before leaving, did you? He felt pity in his heart but could not show it. He got to work immediately, carrying Long Qinglan's body on his back. Ignoring the disgusted and curious looks from other residents, he walked straight out of the Yang residence and got himself a horse carriage. Yang Chen led the carriage bearing Long Qinglan out of town. When he arrived at a suitable part of the forest, he stopped to survey the area. The mountains look great, the river is calm, the birds are singing ... It's a good spot to rest in peace. It's also dark and chilly here, I'm sure there'll be many female ghosts. If you're still a player after death, you can get your second and third wives in your afterlifeit's a nice place to hook up if that's what you're looking for. Well, I, Yang Chen, am still your son after all. Half of my flesh comes from you. It's a shame you died too soon, and I didn't amount to anything. The only thing I can do for you is to bury you here. If you ever become a ghost with powers, please come and protect me if you have time. He stared blankly at Long Qinglan's darkened face, and then one teardrop finally rolled down his cheek. Yang Chen quickly wiped it away, then dug a grave in the moist soil with his hands. Although he didn't have any formal training, he was still a talented individual. His abilities had not diminished since his Body Quenching stage a few years ago. Digging a big hole in the ground was not a problem for him. He was about to bury Long Qinglan when Qinglan's eyes suddenly sprang open. Yang Chen screamed and shoved his father into the muddy hole. Staring at the man in the hole, Yang Chen stuttered in terror, F-Father ... I didn't say anything bad. I even dug a hole for you so you could rest in peace ... Long Qinglan flipped over and cursed, Go to hell! I'm not dead, so don't you dare bury me! Now listen here, kid, I came back to tell you one thing: there's a dragon jade pendant in my dantian. After I die, you must open my dantian to take the pendant out. That's the only way to completely free me ...
