Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Dragon-shaped Jade Pendant

"Hey, little girl, give me a smile, or I'll give you one!"

"What's the problem? Watch me fan you with a silver ticket!"

In Baiyang Town, the Jade Pavilion on the second floor of a luxurious building, Yang Chen had his legs resting on two charming women. At that moment, he was throwing several silver tickets onto the table and laughing triumphantly.

The two women immediately gleamed with excitement when they saw the silver tickets, and hurriedly jostled each other to rub their breasts against Yang Chen's arm, giggling, "Yang Master, you're so generous..."

Just then, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a servant named Xiao Huang squeezed himself to Yang Chen's side, ignoring the sweat on his forehead, and leaned in close to the young master's ear, "Yang Young Master, the Third Uncle has passed away!"

Xiao Huang was Yang Chen's most trusted servant and had served him for many years.

Yang Chen's expression suddenly became blank, and it took him a while to recover. He then brushed his sleeves and stood up, leaving the room. The servant's face showed sorrow, but he couldn't keep up with Yang Chen's pace.

Walking on the street, Yang Chen thought to himself, "That damn father of mine may have been living a hedonistic life, ten times worse than mine, but he was still less than forty years old, and looked like he could live another ten years. How did he die suddenly?"

He quickened his pace, and soon returned to the Yang household.

In Baiyang Town, there were two dominant families: the Bai family and the Yang family. The Yang family controlled nearly half of the town's resources and was the undisputed ruler of the town.

Usually, being born into such a family is a stroke of luck. But it wasn't the case for Yang Chen.

Yang Chen's grandfather, the family's ancestor, was a genius with extraordinary talents when he was young. His cultivation was deep and unfathomable, and he established a magnificent legacy in B Such humiliation was not unfamiliar to Yang Chen. He was a figure of great prestige outside the family, but once he returned to the Yang household, he was no more than a dog. He knew his own worth, so he would often bear it and move on. But today, he didn't know if it was because his dead father had left, or if he was just feeling unusually agitated. On the surface, he appeared calm and composed, but inside, he was particularly restless.

"Get out of the way!"

Yang Chen took a deep breath and raised his head to look at him, speaking coldly.

"Younger brother, how can you speak to your older brother in such a tone? Don't you know that you have brought shame to the Yang family and ruined its reputation? As your older brother, I have to give you a little discipline, isn't it a matter of course?"

Yang Zhan smiled and said, not allowing Yang Chen to argue, and punched him in the stomach. Then he laughed coldly and left.

Yang Chen let out a painful cry and fell to the ground.

As soon as Yang Zhan left, Chen Six hurried over, passing Yang Chen on his way. He looked back and spat a large mouthful of saliva at Yang Chen, who was writhing in pain on the ground. Yang Chen quickly moved away to avoid it.

"Oh, you moved away? Younger brother, you are so nimble!..."

He mocked Yang Chen for a while before following Yang Zhan's steps.

The maids around saw this scene and were used to it, taking it in stride. No one cast a sympathetic glance at Yang Chen. Instead, they played and laughed their way away.

Yang Chen got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the back of Yang Zhan and Chen Six with eyes that were full of spirit, but there was a hint of ruthlessness in them.

"Warriors, if I were a warrior, if I had reached the Dragon Pulse Realm, I would definitely take revenge!"

"Yang Zhan, and that dog of a servant Chen Six, I will remember today's humiliation. Don't give me the chance, or Yang Chen didn't care about anything else, carrying his father's corpse on his back, ignoring the strange and disdainful looks from the people in the mansion, he walked out of the Yang Mansion and got a horse-drawn carriage. Yang Chen personally drove the carriage, carrying his father to the outskirts of town, where he found a scenic forest. Yang Chen got off the carriage and looked around.

"This place is beautiful with clear streams and birds singing, it's the perfect place for you to rest in eternity. And the place is also full of negative energy, so there must be many female ghosts here. If you become a ghost and are still flirtatious, then please find me a second wife or third wife here. The environment is so peaceful and elegant, it must be the best place for you to engage in intimate activities."

"No matter how you say, I am your son, and half of my flesh and blood comes from you. But you died early, and I am not very capable, the only way I can repay you is to bury you here. If you become a ghost with supernatural powers, please spare some time to bless me so that I can continue to live a happy life."

Looking at his father's dark face, he was lost in thought for a while, and finally a tear flowed down his cheek.

Yang Chen quickly wiped it away, said nothing, and dug a grave with his fingers in the moist soil.

Although he was uneducated and had no skills, his innate talent was very good, and since he had undergone physical training a few years ago, he had not fallen behind by half a step. Digging a big hole was no problem for him.

He was about to bury his father when his father suddenly opened his eyes.

Yang Chen shouted "zombie attack" and pushed his father into the muddy earth pit.

Looking at the person in the pit, Yang Chen was shaken and could hardly speak, "Old... Old father, I didn't say anything bad about you, I just dug a hole today, just to let you rest in peace..."

Dragging himself out of the pit, his father cursed, "I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations