Chapter 46: The Zhao Family Comes Knocking

"You two worthless fools, we'll settle accounts when we return."
Both martial masters bowed their heads, not daring to utter a sound.
Just a moment ago, they had clearly felt the presence of death.
They knew Zhao Wude truly intended to kill them.
"Follow me."
He cast a cold glance at Zhao Youde, who lay on the bed, and left a harsh remark before stepping out of the Hall of Healing.
The two martial masters exchanged a look, gritted their teeth, and followed.
They understood that disobeying Zhao Wude meant not only their own deaths.
The three walked until they reached a dead end before stopping.
The martial masters' spirits had sunk to the lowest depths.
"Which faction was behind this?"
"We... we don't know," they stammered in reply.
Zhao Wude suddenly turned.
A murderous aura surged from him.
"What use are you then?"
He raised his hand abruptly, ready to take their lives the next second.
But one of them hastily spoke up.
"Master, the shop used to belong to Second Young Master, but he seems to have sold it."
Zhao Wude frowned.
"Second's shop?"
"That brat's supposed to be cultivating at the Giant Spirit Sect. Why would he buy a shop in North Desert City?"
He quickly fell into thought.
Zhao Youcai had been sent to the Giant Spirit Sect to cultivate from a young age.
He rarely returned.
All because Zhao Youcai's mother was a servant, disliked by the Zhao family.
She died two years ago, and Zhao Youcai had not returned since.
"So, Zhao Youcai, you refuse to come back? Do you think you're not one of us?"
A murderous intent flickered in his heart.
To him, Zhao Youcai was nothing but a lowborn bastard.
How dare he conspire with outsiders to harm the future heir of the Zhao family.
Utter betrayal!
"Send word to Zhao Youcai: he must return within three days!"
He spoke coldly.
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
"Yes, Master."
A man in black emerged, answered, and then withdrew.
"This bastard living on brings shame to the Zhao family."
Murderous intent grew in Zhao Wude's heart.
This time, he would purify the family's bloodline.
Hearing his words, the two martial masters shuddered.
They feared the old man before them even more.
So ruthless!
He would even kill his blood grandson—let alone an enemy.
"You say it wasn't that bastard who attacked? Then who was it?"
Zhao Wude asked indifferently.
"Yes, Master."
Both martial masters knelt immediately, trembling as they replied.
"Hmph! Take me to him. I want to flay him myself."
"Yes, yes!"
Seeing their lives spared, they nodded quickly, rising to lead Zhao Wude.
"You, take this bottle of elixir to the eldest young master."

Zhao Wude pulled a bottle of pills from his robe.
He handed it to one of the martial masters, instructing him to deliver it to Zhao Youde.
He still worried about this grandson.
"Enough, let's go."
"Yes, Master."
Soon, the two disappeared into the night.
Xiao Yang, meanwhile, had no idea that a Marquis was heading for the Wealth Pavilion.
"Now it's just you left."
He glanced at Jin Jie’s fighting rooster, which, this time, had come over without needing to be caught.
It watched eagerly as its brothers grew stronger, unable to wait any longer.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
It cried out excitedly, staring expectantly at Xiao Yang’s hand, as if wishing to dive into it.
"Don't rush, it's your turn now."
Xiao Yang picked up Jin Jie's rooster, opening the enhancement page.
A gentle tap.
A rainbow light appeared.
Instantly, the rooster felt a surge of power within, flushing through its battle-scarred body.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
It let out a comfortable sound, drawing the envy of the other three roosters.
They longed to feel that sensation, but dared not make a sound, fearing they might offend Xiao Yang and lose their chance for enhancement.
"Ding! Cultivation increased by one!"
"Ding! Cultivation increased by one!"
Before long, the last rooster had reached the third tier of Minor Demon.
"Alright, off you go to play."
Xiao Yang set the fighting rooster down, and it immediately ran toward the other three.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
A powerful fighting spirit erupted.
But the three were not to be outdone.
Provoked, they charged straight in.
Suddenly, feathers flew everywhere.
Xiao Yang was stunned by the chaos.
"Damn!"
"Chicken King!"
A furious shout.
Almost instantly, a fat, majestic rooster charged down from upstairs.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
It looked at Xiao Yang in confusion, as if to ask, "What’s going on?"
Xiao Yang pointed directly at the four brawling roosters.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
The Chicken King understood immediately.
So, it was these little troublemakers causing chaos again.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
Clearly displeased, the Chicken King had just been napping upstairs, only to be disturbed by these fighting roosters.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"
The Chicken King's presence instantly dissolved the hostilities among the four.
They united, facing the outsider together!
A trace of disdain flashed in the Chicken King's eyes.
It charged straight in.

Xiao Yang, fearing the four might be beaten to death, quickly instructed,
"Go easy, don't kill them."
Half an hour later!
The Chicken King returned upstairs.
Four defeated roosters lay sprawled on the floor.
This time, the four realized—they were no match for the Chicken King.
Even together, they would only be trampled.
"Heh, courageous indeed."
Xiao Yang glanced at them and prepared to go upstairs.
Before the Chicken King, these four were nothing but helpless chicks, easily crushed.
Not just them—their masters, too, would be no match.
"Settle down, if you make trouble again, it won't be this easy next time."
The four roosters rose, huddling together, their fighting spirit gone.
After being trampled twice in one day, their confidence was shaken.
They would need at least two or three days to recover.
"It's late, time to sleep."
Xiao Yang muttered, then jogged upstairs.
But just as he climbed a few steps, some noise sounded at the door.
Being in the bustling district, he paid it little mind and continued upstairs.
Then he heard two people talking at the entrance.
"Master, this is the place."
"Kick it in!"
Zhao Wude looked at the tightly closed door and spoke calmly.
The martial master dared not hesitate, took a few steps forward, and kicked hard.
Bang!
A loud crash.
Xiao Yang saw his own door fly inside.
Stunned, he watched as two figures entered.
One martial master spotted Xiao Yang on the stairs and shouted excitedly,
"Master, that's the one who injured the eldest young master!"
Smack!
Zhao Wude suddenly raised his hand, but struck the martial master beside him, not Xiao Yang.
"I am neither deaf nor blind," he said coldly.
The martial master lowered his head, not daring to say more.
"Damn!"
Xiao Yang came to himself.
The door was crafted from top-quality spiritual wood, worth at least three thousand silver taels.
In one move, the opponent had cost him three thousand taels.

"Was it you who injured Youde?"
Zhao Wude glanced at Xiao Yang, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, his tone icy.
"Damn!"
Xiao Yang regained his senses.
That door alone was worth a fortune, and the damage had been done without so much as a knock.