Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 80 Unexpected Surprise

Sun Yong returned to the martial arts school with a gloomy face and a troubled mind.

Lin Yue woke up once in the clinic, but then fell asleep again. The doctor said he was seriously injured and would need to rest for at least six months or even longer.

During this period, my martial arts training will definitely be delayed.

That was his most valued disciple, exceptionally talented, who was originally the most promising candidate from the Sun family martial arts school to pass this year's school exam, but now he has fallen into such a predicament.

Sun Yong felt a tightness in his chest and a surge of irritability.

The martial arts school had high hopes for this training ground test, but with Lin Yue's collapse, all those hopes seemed to vanish.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he found fault with everything.

The chattering of the servants nearby sounded like countless mosquitoes buzzing, making my already annoyed mood even more restless.

Sun Yong suddenly stopped, his brows furrowing and his eyes darkening.

Just as he was about to raise his voice and vent his pent-up anger, a clear sentence suddenly pierced his ears.

"Senior Brother Yang came in fourth place in the military examination; I bet everyone in the city is talking about him now."

The sound wasn't loud, but it exploded in Sun Yong's ears like a thunderclap.

The reprimand that was about to come out suddenly got stuck in his throat, as if a wad of cotton was stuffed in it, and he couldn't make a sound.

He stood frozen in place, his tightly furrowed brows seemingly frozen in place, staring in astonishment in the direction from which the sound came.

Fourth place? Yang Jing?

Sun Yong stopped in his tracks.

He had always thought Yang Jing was a promising talent, hardworking and quick to learn, but to say he could achieve fourth place in the training ground test...

This was far beyond his expectations.

After Lin Yue fell, he was filled with the decline of the martial arts school. He felt that although Yang Jing had won the top spot in the arena, it would be difficult for him to carry the banner of the Sun Family Martial Arts School in the ranking battle.

At this moment, the servants and disciples, by the light of the lanterns at the entrance, were able to see Sun Yong and Sun Ningxiang standing there.

Sun Yong's gloomy expression was even more frightening than the shadow in the corner of the courtyard, clearly indicating that he was in a very bad mood.

The group of people who had been chattering away just moments before suddenly fell silent as if they had been choked. They forgot to put down the equipment in their hands, and each of them lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

It was completely dark, and the lanterns cast only a limited glow. They had been so busy packing and talking that they hadn't noticed their master and junior sister had returned.

Sun Yong ignored their panic and strode towards the servant disciple who had spoken earlier.

The cloth shoes clattered on the bluestone slabs, each step feeling like a blow to the disciple's heart.

As he approached, Sun Yong stopped and stared intently at his opponent.

He was already a burly man, but now his brows were furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes sharp as knives. He looked down at the short, menial disciple and asked in a deep voice, "What did you just say? What place did Yang Jing get?"

The servant disciple was so frightened by his appearance that he trembled all over, dropped the rag in his hand, and his face turned deathly pale. His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Seeing her father's solemn expression and the servant disciple too frightened to speak, Sun Ningxiang quickly stepped forward and said softly, "You just said... what place did your senior brother Yang Jing get in the training ground test?"

She had vaguely heard the words "fourth place" just now, but she was so surprised that she even thought she had misheard.

She had seen Yang Jing's efforts, but how long had it been since he broke through to the Dark Force realm? She had never imagined that he could achieve such a ranking in the school's examination.

Upon hearing Sun Ningxiang's gentle voice, the disciple's tense nerves immediately relaxed considerably.

He nodded hurriedly, his voice trembling slightly, "Replying to...replying to senior sister, it's fourth place! Senior brother Yang just came back, and senior brother Liu said he got fourth place in the training ground test, but apparently he was injured during the competition, so he went home to heal."

Another disciple, who was doing odd jobs, quickly added, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Yes, Master, Senior Sister! We heard it from the senior brothers who came back early. Senior Brother Yang not only defeated Xu Guangwei, but also defeated Zhou Tong in the end, and managed to break into fourth place!"

“Yes, yes, yes,” another disciple chimed in, “When Senior Brother Yang came back, he didn’t look well. He seemed to be seriously injured. He originally wanted to wait for you to come back before leaving, but he couldn’t hold on any longer, so he went back first.”

Several handyman disciples spoke one after another, explaining the matter clearly, their tone quite agitated.

Sun Yong stood there, the gloom on his face gradually fading, replaced by a slightly bewildered astonishment.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat was dry.

Fourth place... Yang Jing...

These two words kept echoing in his mind.

He always knew that Yang Jing practiced martial arts diligently and worked hard, but ultimately it was still too early for him to break through to the level of internal strength.

Lin Yue was seriously injured and unconscious today. He was worried about Lin Yue and disappointed with this year's examination, so he left the training ground immediately.

But who would have thought that Yang Jing, whom he hadn't had high hopes for, would actually overcome all obstacles and finish fourth!
This ranking is practically equivalent to securing a spot on the exam list!
Is the silence of the Sun Family Martial Arts School over the past ten years really going to be broken this year?

The one who broke this awkward situation was not Lin Yue, whom he had previously valued highly, but Yang Jing, who was usually taciturn.
Sun Ningxiang stood to the side, her heart churning with turbulent emotions.

She recalled Yang Jing's usual quiet and focused demeanor as he buried himself in his training, and when she compared it to his glory of ranking fourth in the school exam, she always felt a little uncomfortable.

The father and daughter exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise and astonishment in each other's eyes.

The oil lamp in the courtyard flickered gently, casting the shadows of the two people on the ground.

For a moment, no one spoke; only the suppressed breathing of the servant disciples echoed quietly in the courtyard.

"Junior Brother Yang... is someone I didn't expect."

Sun Ningxiang whispered.

If she had known, she would have rushed back to the training ground immediately after taking Lin Yue to the clinic.

How long has it been since Yang Jing broke through to the Dark Force level?
Winning first place in the arena during the training ground trial was already a huge surprise.

But who could have imagined that he would fight his way up to fourth place overall?
It was so unbelievable that she was almost in a daze.

Sun Yong stood there, his mind churning with complex emotions.

He recalled how, after Lin Yue was seriously injured and fell into a coma today, he was filled with anxiety and disappointment, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to the aftermath of the training ground test.

In his view, Yang Jing's ability to make it into the top eight was already the limit, and he would inevitably be eliminated by stronger opponents. Before leaving, he specifically instructed Yang Jing to admit defeat in time if he noticed anything was wrong. However... a feeling that was hard to describe welled up in his heart. There was surprise, guilt, and a touch of indescribable emotion.

"Fourth place." Sun Yong muttered to himself, his feet pacing back and forth in the courtyard involuntarily.

The bluestone slabs thumped underfoot, each step seeming to release years of pent-up frustration.

Sun's Martial Arts School had been waiting for this day for so long that he almost thought he might never see it again.

Now that hope has suddenly appeared before him, he felt his mind pounding and his breathing became unsteady.

He secretly regretted that if he had returned earlier, he could have seen Yang Jing in person, asked him about the details of the competition, checked his injuries, and let him feel his concern as his master.

"Father," Sun Ningxiang asked softly, seeing her father's troubled expression, "Should I go and call Junior Brother Yang over now? Or should we go to his residence and take a look?"

Sun Yong stopped and shook his head, his tone carrying a barely perceptible gentleness: "No need. He fought several fierce battles today and was injured. He must be exhausted. Let him rest and recuperate at home. We can talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, he straightened his clothes and turned to walk towards the inner courtyard.

However, his steps were noticeably lighter than when he entered the room, and even his back seemed to be much more upright.

Tongyifang.

Yang Jing pushed open the courtyard gate.

Yang An was squatting in front of the kitchen door tidying up firewood when he heard the noise and turned around abruptly. He saw Yang Jing walk in with a somewhat pale face.

"Jingdi! Are you alright?" Yang An's voice was loud and clear, filled with concern. He reached out to help him but was afraid of touching his injuries. His honest face was full of heartache. "Shall I go and fetch a doctor to take a look?"

He half-supported, half-carried Yang Jing toward the main house, his rough hands carefully avoiding Yang Jing's lower abdomen and other areas with external injuries, his steps very steady.

Once inside, Yang An pressed Yang Jing down into a chair next to the octagonal table, then turned and ran to the kitchen, muttering, "I've already prepared your meal, just waiting for you to come back! Don't move, I'll bring it over right away!"

Yang Jing leaned back in his chair, watching his cousin's busy figure, and the pain in his abdomen seemed to disappear.

A moment later, Yang An brought in a large bowl of steaming hot tiger meat stew with potatoes. The aroma of the meat mixed with the sweetness of the potatoes instantly filled the air.

"I bought this tiger meat from Hunter Qin's stall in the West Market this morning. It's very fresh. He said he just hunted it last night and specially saved a piece with tendons for me, saying it would help me regain my strength!"

Next, stir-fried seasonal vegetables and cold black fungus salad were served one after another. Finally, he brought out a clay pot, lifted the lid, and a rich aroma of herbs filled the air.

Inside was a bubbling, rich broth, with slices of ginseng and several tonic herbs floating on top; it was clearly a specially prepared nourishing soup.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly!"

Yang An served himself a bowl of rice, and looking at Yang Jing, he couldn't hide his joy. "The medicinal soup was made according to the old recipe that my grandfather gave me. It's the most effective for treating bruises and sprains. Drink more of it."

Yang Jing picked up his chopsticks and looked at the sumptuous meal on the table, feeling a warm glow in his heart.

He picked up a piece of tiger meat and put it in his mouth, asking vaguely, "Brother An, aren't you going to ask me how I did in the drill? What was my ranking?"

Upon hearing this, Yang An blushed slightly on his dark face, scratched the back of his head, and chuckled, "There's something I need to tell you."

He put down the bowl in his hand and continued, "Actually, I've been watching outside the drill ground every day for the past two days. It's not just me; a lot of people from my hometown village have come—my grandfather, my mother, and your mother, they've all come."

Yang Jing put down his chopsticks and paused for a moment, slightly taken aback.

He didn't expect that his grandfather, mother, and so many villagers would also come.

“Grandfather said that he was afraid we would affect your concentration during the competition, so he specifically told you not to tell anyone, but just to watch from afar.”

As Yang An spoke, his eyes gleamed, "You don't know, during that fight between you and Xu Guangwei, my mother and your mother were outside, clenching their fists, their palms sweating profusely! Grandfather was quite composed, but I saw that the back of his clothes was completely soaked..."

Yang Jing was startled, suddenly recalling that during the competition, he could occasionally hear faint shouts coming from outside the training ground, as if someone was cheering him on. At the time, he thought he had misheard, but he never expected that it was his family and fellow villagers encouraging him.

It turns out he wasn't fighting alone; even after his master and the others left, he still had so many people silently supporting him.

Grandfather Yang Jing lowered his head, picked up a piece of tiger meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

The medicine was slightly bitter, but it carried a warm current that flowed from my throat to the bottom of my heart, soothing the pain and filling me with gratitude.

The inner city, the Li residence.

In an elegantly decorated room, the flickering candlelight reflected the somber atmosphere.

Li Mengchao leaned against the brocade couch, removing half of his robe to reveal a hideous wound on the inside of his thigh.

The skin around the wound was turned outwards, and although the bleeding had stopped, it was still a chilling red.

His injury, though seemingly serious, was actually not that severe; it was just that it was so sensitive that no one dared to be careless in the slightest.

A doctor with gray hair and beard was carefully applying ointment to the wound with a cotton swab.

He moved with extreme gentleness, afraid of aggravating the wound and causing pain, and couldn't help but sigh, "Young Master is incredibly lucky; he dodged just in time. This wound looks frightening, but it's just a flesh wound after all, and it will heal in a few days. If it had been even half a step off..."

The doctor didn't finish his sentence, but it was enough to make the danger clear.

That location is too vital; if the foundation is damaged, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Li Mengchao's face was already pale from the pain, and upon hearing these words, it became even more gloomy, as if water could drip from it. The veins on his hand gripping the brocade quilt bulged, and his knuckles turned white.

The thought of Qin Yu's vicious claw made him grit his teeth in hatred. His lips were tightly pursed, and his cheeks were slightly puffed out, clearly indicating that he was extremely angry.

The faces of the Li family elders standing by the bed were equally grim.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was dressed in a brocade robe and bore a resemblance to Li Mengchao; he was none other than Li Haitao, the head of the Li family.

He stared at the wound on his son's leg, his brows furrowed, his eyes swirling with shock, anger, and lingering fear.

Li Mengchao is the eldest son of the Li family and the number one young talent that the family has nurtured with all its resources. If he were to be crippled, not only would Li Mengchao's life be ruined, but the entire Li family's reputation would be trampled on, and it might even affect the family's future succession.

"That little beast Qin Yu, his methods are so ruthless!"

An elderly man in a gray robe standing nearby couldn't help but mutter a rebuke, his voice filled with suppressed anger, "How dare he lay such a cruel hand on Chao'er! He's utterly audacious!"

Li Haitao waved his hand, signaling him to calm down, then looked at Li Mengchao and said in a deep voice, "Let the doctor treat the wound first."

The doctor dared not say anything more, quickened his pace, applied the medicine and carefully bandaged the wound before bowing and saying, "Young Master, please rest well and change your dressing daily. Do not agitate the wound. You should be fully recovered within half a month."

Having said that, he tactfully withdrew.

(End of this chapter)