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Chapter 198: Chapter 105: My Filial Piety, Supercharged

A slap struck Yang Mo across the face, and his left cheek immediately began to swell.

Yang Mo gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice, ”Zhao Ci said he needs me to grow quickly. He said he can accept my failures.”

”Bullshit!”

Yang Fang kicked Yang Mo into the wall. He grabbed him by the collar, letting the blood from the corner of his son’s mouth drip onto his hand, and snarled, ”He says that, and you just believe him? How did I end up with a son as stupid as you?

When the Patriarch was fighting for his position, he promised that if he succeeded, I’d get to manage all the herb emporiums. Well? Has he kept that promise?

He’s only saying that so he can test out his options quickly. The moment you don’t meet his expectations, he’ll find any excuse to kick you to the curb!

What he wants is results!

For every match you lose now, you’ll have to win twice as many later to make up for it.

If you can’t, you’ll only face an even greater backlash!

He dangled an empty promise in front of you, and you actually fell for it!”

Yang Mo clutched his stomach, hissing in pain, but still found the courage to say, ”But I don’t believe that just curling up and taking a beating will win me more than going on the offensive! It’s just like the medicine you and Mom feed me—it stopped working a long time ago!”

SMACK!

Another slap landed.

Yang Fang was incandescent with rage. ”Do you really have no idea what you’re capable of? Your mother and I went through hell to raise you to this point, just so you could get arrogant? You really think a few of your fancy-looking moves can compare to real geniuses?

You’re my son!

No one knows you better than I do!

You weren’t born to be a genius. The only thing you can do is suffer more than anyone else to eventually pull ahead!

Letting you take a beating will not only win you more in the long run, but it will also make Zhao Ci feel guilty!

That way, he won’t just cast you aside!

Only by holding on to your position can you bide your time and wait for your moment to shine!

Do you understand?”

Yang Mo felt as if something was caught in his throat. He was speechless for a long time.

Just then, Cen Xiu, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally stepped in to smooth things over. ”The boy isn’t a fool. How could he not appreciate all we’ve done for him? Mo, hurry and apologize to your father!”

Yang Mo flinched, then finally lowered his head. ”I understand! Thank you for your guidance, Father!”

Only then did Yang Fang’s expression soften slightly. ”Good. Now go and prepare dinner.”

”Yes.”

Yang Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and went to prepare the meal.

He chose a dish he hadn’t eaten in a long time and sprinkled some Meteor Powder on it.

Just as he was about to place it back in the food box, he hesitated, then pulled it back.

He shook the lead vial of Meteor Powder again.

’A super-sized portion.

Father!

Mother!

You always said you were living your lives for me. That as long as I could be successful, you would even give your lives.

Now...

I’ve found my own path to success.

But I feel that path will be much smoother once you’re both dead.

So...

...it’s time for you to die.

You always loved me in your own way. I never thought it was right, but I didn’t think it was a huge problem either.

After you’re dead, I’ll be sure to kill everyone who ever wronged you. Then I’ll give you a magnificent funeral.

That will be my way of honoring you.’

...

「The next day.」

Lingge was experiencing its liveliest day of the year.

In fact, it was the liveliest day in the past five years.

Because in all these years, the Imperial Clan Court had never done so much to fan the flames of the inter-mansion competition.

Three rewards, each worth twenty merit points, were on the line. It was as if the Court was afraid the sparring wouldn’t be deadly enough.

The past few days had just been a warm-up.

The only real highlights had been the Tenth Prince’s Mansion crashing various venues. And what highlights they were—the Tenth Prince had single-handedly steamrolled the three strongest mansions. In the fifteen ”Celestial King Mountain” tier matches he fought, his opponents forfeited seventy percent of the time.

But the forfeits came so quickly that, aside from the two exciting matches against the Ninth Prince’s Mansion on the first day, the rest were as dull as dirt.

Today and tomorrow, however, would be different.

Three mansions were set to clash, with a full seventy-five Celestial King Mountain matches on the schedule.

It would be more than enough of a feast for the eyes!

A crowd of Martial Scholars, all about to take the Prefecture Examination, were like raccoons in a melon patch—too excited to even practice their own techniques. The moment Prince Lie’s Mansion, the host of the three-mansion tournament, opened its gates, they swarmed inside.

It wasn’t that they were neglecting their training just to spectate.

Rather, watching such high-level duels was a form of training in itself. This was especially true for young geniuses from prominent clans, whose techniques had not yet been refined to the point of deceptive simplicity. Their moves were often more direct and easier to comprehend.

If they could glean some insight from the fights, it would be hugely beneficial to their future training.

In an instant, Prince Lie’s Mansion became extraordinarily lively.

Zhao Ci figured he still had a few matches left to fight with Zhu Li, so he went looking for his opponents. But he came up empty after several attempts, because every single one of them had gone to watch the tournament.

Dejected, he had no choice but to head to Prince Lie’s Mansion himself.

The moment he challenged someone to a duel, they shamelessly offered to surrender on the spot. They told him not to keep them from the tournament; they had fought hard for their front-row seats and weren’t about to lose them.

Zhao Ci was dumbfounded. Because... it was true. All the good seats were already gone.

These were just arranged bouts between mansions, not some formal, official event. The arrangements were entirely up to the host.

He tugged on Zhu Li’s arm, dragging her along like a red thermos, and stood there bewildered amidst the bustling arena for a long time.

’This is bad!’

’Don’t tell me I’ll have to stand and watch this whole thing?’

Meanwhile, Feng Kucha and Yang Mo had managed to squeeze into the front row, and they had a pretty good view.

Zhao Ci rubbed his chin, then sauntered over with a grin. ”Old Feng! I take pretty good care of you, don’t I?”

”Yeah, you do. What’s up?”

”Give me your seat!”

”No way!”