Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

"Three days ago, you hunted that red-tailed centipede. It had already rolled over and surrendered, but you landed four more punches on it."

"Its venom glands haven't ruptured, so we won't finish it off with those four punches..."

"The third punch shattered the poison glands, and the fourth punch shattered the skull."

Yang Jian closed his mouth.

Zhong Lingyun's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck the most agonizing spot in Yang Jian's heart.

"I know you harbor hatred. Your mother is imprisoned under Peach Mountain, your father's fate is unknown, and the Heavenly Emperor sits high in the heavens—these grudges must be avenged."

"But lately you're not seeking revenge, you're just venting your anger!"

A mountain breeze blew by, causing Yang Jian's robes to flutter in the wind. He stood motionless in place.

After a long time, he spoke, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against a stone slab.

"Teacher, I can't control myself."

It was even harder for Yang Jian to say those four words than when he lost his arm.

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for a few moments.

He knew perfectly well where the problem lay—for three years, Yang Jian had had almost no contact with any humans.

His social circle consists of monsters, great demons, Bai Ze, Yang Chan, and a talking bell.

A young man burdened with the hatred of his family's massacre spent three years in a deep mountain filled with demonic energy, where he spent his days fighting, killing, fighting bigger fights, and killing even bigger monsters.

It would be a miracle if there wasn't something wrong with one's Dao heart!

The deeper one cultivates the Crimson Bright Nine Heavens Diagram, the greater the influence of the Solar True Fire on one's temperament. Extreme masculinity leads to violence, and extreme violence leads to bloodlust. Coupled with the "devouring" nature of the Burning Technique—the core of this technique is eating, eating fire, eating dragon blood, eating everything edible.

The more you eat, the more your desires swell.

"You need to go somewhere."

Zhong Lingyun said.

"where?"

"world!"

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.

"The Ten Thousand Mountains are a whetstone, but if you sharpen a knife too quickly, the edge will become rough. Your blade already has burrs."

Zhong Lingyun's analogy was very straightforward. Yang Jian looked down at the calluses and bloodstains on his hands again, but did not refute it.

"The mortal world is the training ground. What you learn in the mountains is how to kill, what you learn in the human world is—when not to kill."

Yang Jian remained silent for a few moments, then looked up towards the north.

"Where to?"

"Dashang."

……

Beside a stream on the outer edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains, Yang Chan was squatting in front of a simple medicine furnace made from the spine of a demon beast, the Condensed Abyss Flame in her hand flickering like a blue firefly.

Three years have passed, and the little girl who used to chase after her brother and feed him ugly pills has grown into a young woman.

His features had matured, and he had the eyebrows and eyes that a member of the Yang family should have. However, due to the constant exposure to medicinal smoke, his fair face was always covered with a faint layer of ash!

Six kinds of spiritual herbs are suspended in the medicine furnace, and the medicinal liquid is slowly extracted under the precise temperature control of the Condensing Abyss Flame.

Yang Chan's divine sense, like a silk thread, penetrated into the furnace, guiding the six strands of medicinal liquid to merge in an extremely complex trajectory.

In the world of Doupo, this technique would be considered at the level of a seventh-grade alchemist!

"despair."

A perfectly round, translucent pill, radiating a pale blue light, leaped out of the furnace and landed steadily in her palm.

Rejuvenating Pill!

The pills, specially designed to repair hidden injuries to the soul, use three unique spiritual herbs from the Hundred Thousand Mountains as the main ingredients and Condensing Abyss Flame as the furnace fire. The formula was something she figured out herself over time.

This pill doesn't exist in the alchemy system of the Doupo world—it's a unique formula that Yang Chan painstakingly developed by experimenting with it based on her second brother's needs.

Yang Jian had killed too many demons, and the malevolent energy that had unknowingly tainted his soul had affected his judgment.

Yang Chan had noticed these problems with her brother earlier.

She didn't make a fuss, but quietly adjusted the formula of the pills she had recently refined, adding a calming medicinal ingredient to the original healing pills.

My second brother ate it for half a month and didn't even realize that the pills had been tampered with!

"When will Second Brother be back? It's time to take his medicine..."

Yang Chan put the pills into a small bag sewn from animal hide and looked up at the sky.

Just then, a golden light swept down from the mountaintop.

Yang Jian landed by the stream, the bloodstains on his face already washed away.

"Chan'er".

"Um?"

"Pack up, let's go down the mountain."

Yang Chan paused for a moment, then asked a very Yang Chan-like question.

"Go down the mountain? Where to?"

"Let's go to Da Shang!"

"Dashang..."

Yang Chan's expression was somewhat dazed. The Great Shang Dynasty felt like a distant memory!

"The Great Shang Dynasty, the human race's dynasty, the ruler of all under heaven! The medicinal herbs you need are ten thousand times more abundant there than in the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

Medicinal herbs! Upon hearing these two words, the daze in Yang Chan's eyes dissipated, and her eyes became exceptionally bright!

The way it shone was exactly the same as when she saw the Chaos Bell glow three years ago.

"Let's go! Let's go now!"

Bai Ze emerged from the mountains and forests, his gaunt figure even more hunched than three years ago.

After separating the Condensing Abyss Flame, his cultivation level dropped from the mid-stage Quasi-Saint to the early-stage Quasi-Saint, and his entire physique appeared even more aged!

"Are you leaving?"

Yang Jian turned around and bowed respectfully to Bai Ze.

"Senior, I will remember the many troubles caused by the Ten Thousand Mountains."

Bai Ze waved his hand, his expression unchanged.

But his cloudy old eyes lingered on Yang Jian for a long time—from that cold face to those hands with thick knuckles and covered in old scars.

When he came three years ago, he was a handsome young man.

Three years later, when I leave, I will be like a sword drawn from its sheath!

"Girl."

Bai Ze looked at Yang Chan.

"Grandpa Bai Ze!"

"Is Ningyuan Flame easy to use?"

"It's so handy! It works really well! It just sometimes throws a tantrum when I'm making pills, and I have to coax it for a while before it behaves."

Bai Ze's lips twitched—he didn't even dare to think that his natal beast fire needed to be "coaxed".

"Yes, as long as it works well, that's fine."

Bai Ze pulled out a roll of yellowed animal hide from his pocket.

"This is a fragment of the demon race's pharmacopoeia that I compiled. It records the origins, medicinal properties, and contraindications of more than three hundred kinds of spiritual herbs. Take it; it's better than you trying things out blindly."

Yang Chan accepted it with both hands, her eyes a little red.

"Grandpa Bai Ze..."

"Alright, stop dawdling."

Bai Ze turned his back. "Hurry up and go. The Great Shang Dynasty is far away; don't delay Master Zhong's important business!"

The Chaos Bell rose into the air, and two golden beams of light descended from its mouth, engulfing Yang Jian and Yang Chan.

Golden light pierced the sky and headed north, the vast peaks of the Ten Thousand Mountains receding rapidly from view.

Bai Ze stood alone by the stream, gazing in the direction where the golden light had disappeared.

"Lord Zhong Ling."

His voice was so low that only he could hear it, "The ferocity in this child isn't so easy to wash away..."

He stroked the faded animal bone ring on his wrist, muttering to himself.

……

Big businessman.

In the late spring of the twenty-fifth year of Emperor Yi's reign!

From the Ten Thousand Mountains to the heart of the Central Plains, Chaos Bell flew at full speed for only half a day.

The golden light fell on the edge of a field just past noon.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan stepped out of the bell's inner space, their first impression—

Quarrel!

It's too noisy in the world!

Farmers were herding cattle on the ridges of the fields, and caravans were passing by on the dirt road in the distance. Donkeys were braying, wheels were clattering, vendors were shouting prices, and children were chasing after them.