"No… I didn't lose. I can't lose… to you, Jiang trash!"
Jiang Yunhong coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face pale and eyes bloodshot.
His body trembled, but his pride burned hotter than the pain.
Roaring like a mad beast, he stumbled to his feet and charged at Jiang Chen, fist swinging wildly.
"Unwilling trash… still looking for death."
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed, killing intent flashing as his fist clenched.
But before he could strike—
Whoosh!
A figure descended like a phantom, landing between them.
"Enough."
Jiang Qianhe's cold, aged voice cut through the tension like a blade.
Jiang Chen's gaze shifted to him, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.
"What now? The dignified Great Elder of the Jiang family wants to interfere personally? Planning to go back on your word already?"
Jiang Qianhe's expression darkened, but he said nothing of Jiang Chen's provocation. Instead, his sharp eyes swept over him—there was no longer any trace of the useless boy from yesterday.
"Jiang Chen… you've surprised me."
His voice was low, unreadable. Then he turned to his grandson, his tone turning sharp as steel.
"Yunhong. Hand him the Lingyun Wufu token."
The words were like a hammer to Jiang Yunhong's chest.
"Grandpa! No! I haven't lost yet, I—"
"Enough!"
Jiang Qianhe's shout silenced him instantly.
"You lost. Stop embarrassing me."
Jiang Yunhong froze, his face as red as blood. With trembling hands, he slowly took out the token, his unwillingness burning like fire.
Jiang Chen didn't even glance at him. He snatched the token from his hand, turned his back, and walked straight toward the gates without another word.
He'd humiliated Jiang Yunhong. Taken back what was his.
Staying here would only invite more schemes from Jiang Qianhe.
Only by entering Lingyun Wufu would he truly be untouchable.
Lingyun Wufu was in Lingyun City, the heart of Lingyun Prefecture—not far from Cangshan City.
Jiang Chen didn't waste a moment.
He set off on foot—
And with a sudden flash, his figure blurred, appearing several meters away in an instant.
Every stride brimming with quiet confidence, every step pushing his body to its limits.
Ding! Your Huang-rank Mid-grade Body Technique: Meteor Step has reached Perfection. It has successfully evolved into Huang-rank High-grade Body Technique: Flowing Cloud Step.
His lips curved upward.
But he didn't stop there. Every step, every push of his muscles, every channel of qi pushed his movement to new heights.
Ding! Your Huang-rank High-grade Body Technique: Flowing Cloud Step has reached Perfection. It has successfully evolved into Profound-rank Low-grade Body Technique: Flowing Light Phantom Step.
"Finally… a Profound-rank."
Jiang Chen couldn't help but grin.
His Meteor Step had evolved into Flowing Cloud Step along the road—And now, through sheer persistence, it had advanced layer by layer to Flowing Light Phantom Step.
Even in Lingyun Wufu, such mastery was rare.
With his current Body Quenching Sixth Layer, his speed using Flowing Light Phantom Step would rival an ordinary Body Quenching Eighth or even Ninth Layer martial artist!
"This… is the power of Profound-rank techniques."
Every step made him stronger.
But before he could fully savor the breakthrough—
A sneering voice cut through his thoughts.
"Well, well… isn't this Jiang Chen, the Jiang family's trash?"
The voice dripped with mockery.
"Looks like your useless self really managed to beg your way into Lingyun Wufu with your father's help."