"He is..." The moment Ye Jingyu stepped down from the carriage, he saw Qin Yuting glaring fiercely at him, whispering something to the man beside her. Realizing his earlier flippant remarks were sure to bring trouble, he immediately pointed at the stout man in front of him and declared...

"Boy, do you think we're all fools?" But Qin Minglong had already grasped the identity of Ye Jingyu from his junior sister's look. Hearing the accusation, he approached with a sinister grin, rubbing his fists as he walked...

"Uh... I was just joking with you all," Ye Jingyu chuckled weakly, his scheme exposed. He watched Qin Minglong and the others drawing nearer, his body instinctively retreating...

Damn it, when I was in school, I could take on ten, but those were kindergarteners! There are over thirty of them here—how could I possibly stand a chance?

If only my transmigration had come with the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms or the North Profound Divine Art, a few moves would have been enough! Forget the North Profound Divine Art; even the Sunflower Manual would do!

Wait... the Sunflower Manual means losing my manhood, doesn't it?

I'd better practice the Nine Yin Manual then...

"Boy, jokes aren't meant to be taken lightly..." By now, Qin Minglong was only a few steps from Ye Jingyu, while the others slowly encircled him in the center...

"Hehe, Senior Brother is right to teach me, but aren't we here to learn martial arts? What is Senior Brother planning to do?" Unable to use the Dragon-Subduing Palms, the North Profound Divine Art, or the Sunflower Manual, Ye Jingyu decided to rely on his silver tongue...

"What are we doing? Of course, we’re loosening up your muscles and bones!" Qin Minglong looked at Ye Jingyu disdainfully, his fists constantly grinding...

"It's our very first day, and you want to loosen up our muscles and bones?" Ye Jingyu feigned surprise, deliberately drawing out the word "we"...

"Naturally, how can you master martial arts without loosening up first?" Qin Minglong sneered. He was actually the son of a poor family; his parents had been murdered by the local landlord. At the age of seven, he was coincidentally taken as a disciple by an elder of the White Cloud Villa. He naturally held no goodwill toward the offspring of those landlords, especially someone like Ye Jingyu whom Qin Yuting had specifically warned him about; he intended to give him a thorough torment...

"Brothers, did you hear that? We gave up our lives of luxury and ease to come here for what? To learn martial arts! But what is happening now? They intend to teach us a lesson! What kind of welcome is this? Before we even learn a single move, we have to take a beating? This is deliberate bullying! Any man here, stand with me and fight!" Ye Jingyu suddenly yelled, grabbing the wooden bench used for mounting the carriage and flinging it straight at Qin Minglong’s head...

The other side had more than thirty men, and he and Xiao Linzi were clearly no match. But inciting those pampered young masters to join the fray would change the outcome. Retreating in defeat was not in Ye Jingyu's nature...

"Crack..." A sharp sound echoed as the sandalwood bench (Read the full novel at .1.(1.m.Literature Network) shattered into pieces, wood chips flying everywhere. A stream of blood immediately burst forth from Qin Minglong's forehead and streamed downward...

Qin Minglong froze...

The fellow disciples of the White Cloud Villa behind him were equally stunned...

Although they weren't core disciples of the White Cloud Villa, they were a rank above the outer disciples. They never imagined this fellow would dare to strike first?

The surrounding young masters also snapped back to reality. They weren't fools and naturally understood what Qin Minglong meant by "loosening up." Back home, they were treated like living ancestors—not only were they never hit, but no one dared to scold them; those who dared were reluctant to, and those willing were too scared to. Now, having abandoned their comfortable lives of silk and fine food to study martial arts here, they were being forced to take a beating first. Their proud spirits refused to submit. Besides, the opponent only had thirty-odd people while their side numbered over a hundred—were they to be afraid of them?

Seeing Ye Jingyu make the first move and draw blood from the opponent's head, spurred by the sight of blood, these spoiled young masters grabbed whatever makeshift weapons they could find and joined the fray...

Witnessing their young masters engage, the servants and retainers, though inwardly lamenting, joined the battle as well. There were over thirty rich young men, each with two to five servants. With everyone joining, at least a hundred people were suddenly involved, easily overwhelming the thirty-odd disciples of the White Cloud Villa...

However, these men had practiced martial arts for several years; they were certainly not comparable to these pampered elites. Punch shadows flew and kicks crisscrossed; the rich young masters and their servants were sent flying backward one by one, collapsing onto the ground and screaming incessantly...

After injuring Qin Minglong, Ye Jingyu quickly retreated to the rear. But watching his side of over a hundred men get beaten down by the thirty-odd opponents in just a few exchanges, Ye Jingyu's face darkened. It was only at this moment that he deeply understood: this was not modern times, nor was it a schoolyard brawl where sheer numbers guaranteed victory. This was a world where martial arts existed...

Seeing the wealthy young men beaten until they searched for their teeth on the ground, and hearing the continuous cries of Lin Xiaoyi not far away, as Qin Minglong and the White Cloud Villa disciples gradually closed in, Ye Jingyu knew that the tide had turned; this beating was inevitable. Even if he begged for mercy now, they certainly wouldn't grant it. Though he was shameless, he still possessed his own sense of honor. He would never beg for mercy like those spineless cowards who prey on the weak...

"I admit defeat today. Kill me or slice me up, whatever you will," Ye Jingyu declared, puffing out his chest as Qin Minglong and the others drew near, adopting an air of facing death fearlessly—provided his legs weren't trembling...

"Boy, we won't kill you. We'll torment you properly..." Qin Minglong, his face covered in blood, spat out the savage words and immediately waved his hand... The disciples of the White Cloud Villa behind him charged forward, unleashing a storm of blows upon Ye Jingyu...

Fists and kicks slammed viciously into Ye Jingyu’s body. The piercing pain nearly made him pass out. Since childhood, he had always been the bully; when had he ever fallen to the point of being ganged up on like this...

Damn it, if I don't avenge this day, I won't be called Ye Jingyu...

Secretly etching the face of every person who struck him into his mind, Ye Jingyu thought fiercely...

"Pfft..." Suddenly, a burly man delivered a crushing kick right into Ye Jingyu's chest. A mouthful of blood sprayed from Ye Jingyu’s lips, and his head spun dizzily as he was knocked unconscious. In his last fleeting glance, Ye Jingyu clearly saw the person who delivered that final kick... Qin Minglong...