Awakening the Yin-Yang Divine Skill: I was ecstatic after the breakup

Xiao Mingxuan never expected Chen Yang to suddenly attack him. He was knocked to the side and his cheek instantly became red and swollen.

He covered his face, staggered back a few steps, glaring angrily at Chen Yang, but dared not step forward.

The two girls next to him were terrified by the scene. They screamed, turned around, and ran away without looking back, afraid of being implicated.

Xiao Mingxuan pointed his finger at Chen Yang's nose, trembling with rage, and said in a shrill voice, "Kid, you dare hit me? You're finished!"

You're going to die tonight, my brother won't let you get away with this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yang stepped forward and kicked him hard in the groin with a swift and decisive motion.

Xiao Mingxuan let out a piercing howl of pain, his legs pressed tightly together, his hands clutching his groin, his body went limp, and he knelt directly on the ground.

His face was deathly pale, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he trembled with pain.

Chen Yang stepped forward, placing one foot on his other foot, his tone icy and threatening: "I'm giving you two choices now."

First, transfer 1000 million yuan in compensation to me immediately, and we'll call it even.

"The other one is that I'll break one of your legs right now, so you'll never be able to stand up again."

Xiao Mingxuan gritted his teeth, still defiant, and roared in pain, "Kid, don't be so smug! My brother's back tonight, and he'll definitely kill you. You just wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yang increased the pressure on his foot.

Xiao Mingxuan felt as if his foot was about to be broken, the pain was unbearable, and he could no longer hold back. He screamed and begged for mercy, "I'll give you the money! I'll give you the money!"

Stop stepping on it, my foot is going to break!

Chen Yang then slowly withdrew his foot, took out his phone, opened the photo of the bank card, and handed it to Xiao Mingxuan: "Hurry up, don't waste my time."

Xiao Mingxuan gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and anger, cursing inwardly: Kid, you just wait, when my brother comes back tonight, I'll see how I deal with you!

I'll make you wish you were dead!

He suppressed his pain, took out his phone, and with trembling fingers, quickly completed the transfer.

Chen Yang glanced down at his phone to confirm that the 1000 million had been credited to his account, then put his phone away and said, "Thank you."

Oh, and remember to call me when your brother comes back. I'll come see him in person.

I'll get to know him properly.

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the hotel entrance without hesitation, without looking at Xiao Mingxuan again.

Xiao Mingxuan knelt on the ground, staring intently at Chen Yang's departing figure, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, enduring the excruciating pain in his body: "What an arrogant brat!"

"If my brother doesn't kill you when he gets back, I'll change my surname to yours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the excruciating pain in his foot returned, and he couldn't help but let out another piercing howl of pain. He curled up on the ground, unable to utter another word.

As Chen Yang walked out of the five-star hotel, he couldn't help but smile as he looked at the notification on his phone screen that 1000 million had been deposited into his account.

His eyes were full of laughter, and he thought to himself: So this is what it's like to be a bad guy. You can teach those who don't know what's good for them a lesson and make a lot of money with ease. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

Just as he put away his phone and was about to leave, the sound of a car engine suddenly came from behind him.

Four black luxury cars formed a convoy and drove aggressively toward him, stopping steadily in front of him and blocking his way.

The car body was gleaming, shimmering coldly in the sunlight, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary vehicle.

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised.

This is not the work of an ordinary person.

The car door slowly opened, and two familiar figures stepped out of the first car. It was the big tank he had sparred with that morning, and Lin Feng, who had lost 100 million to him last night.

The two men quickly stepped forward. Lin Feng, with a respectful expression and polite tone, said, "Brother, our Sister Ye invites you in."

Chen Yang frowned, his tone tinged with impatience and confusion: "What Sister Ye? I don't know her."

Just then, the door of the most luxurious car in the middle was respectfully opened by the bodyguard, and a noblewoman wearing a black headscarf and a thin veil stepped out of the car.

She wore a burgundy velvet dress, her figure slender and graceful; even though she was in her forties, she still maintained an excellent figure.

He exuded a powerful aura, and every move he made conveyed dignity and authority.

The sheer veil covered most of her face, but her well-maintained, smooth skin could still be seen through it.

Her eyes and brows held a gentle grace, yet concealed a barely perceptible urgency.

Surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards in black suits, she walked slowly toward Chen Yang with elegant steps.

He stopped in front of Chen Yang, his tone respectful yet urgent: "Master, please help me."

Chen Yang's gaze fell on her, and he was secretly amazed: This woman has an extremely strong aura and is definitely not an ordinary noblewoman.

He looked away and asked in a calm tone, "What kind of help? I might not be able to help."

The lady bowed slightly and gestured for him to enter, her tone still respectful: "Let's talk in the car. There are too many people around here, so it's not convenient to discuss this in detail."

please."

After saying that, she turned around and, escorted by bodyguards, walked towards the luxury car she had just been in.

Chen Yang was also curious about what she wanted him to help with, so he followed her and bent down to get into the car.

The car door was respectfully closed by the bodyguard.

The car's interior is luxuriously decorated, with soft and comfortable leather seats and a subtle fragrance in the air.

The noblewoman turned around, looking at Chen Yang with eager and expectant eyes, and asked bluntly, "You must be a cultivator, sir?"

Chen Yang didn't hide anything and nodded slightly: "Yes."

Upon hearing this, the noblewoman's face showed a hint of excitement. She leaned forward slightly, her tone becoming increasingly urgent: "Master, please save my daughter..."

She suffers from a cold-related ailment and has sought medical help everywhere for years without improvement. Do you have any way to cure her?

Chen Yang was somewhat surprised. He wasn't a doctor, so why would she seek his help?

He suddenly realized something and his heart began to pound wildly.

Is my coldness related to a purely Yin constitution?

If she is a woman of pure Yin, then if I merge Yin and Yang with her, wouldn't that activate another supernatural power?

He suppressed his excitement, looked up at the wealthy woman, and asked urgently, "Where is your daughter? Let me check on her first."

Seeing this, the lady felt a glimmer of hope and quickly instructed the driver in the front seat, "Drive to the villa."

"Yes, Sister Ye." The driver replied respectfully and started the car.

The convoy started again, moving at a steady yet rapid speed.

The carriage fell silent again. The wealthy woman looked at Chen Yang and asked respectfully, "Master, may I ask how I should address you?"

Chen Yang chuckled inwardly: Judging from this commotion, they must have already figured out his background before coming to find him. Asking for his name now is just a formality.

But he still spoke calmly: "Chen Yang."

The lady nodded slightly.

Chen Yang looked at her and asked, "And you? How should I address you?"

The lady smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone, "My name is Ye Linhan, and my daughter's name is Shen Jinghong."

Chen Yang nodded slightly and casually replied, "A good name."

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered something, and a look of doubt appeared on his face. He asked, "Sister Han, they were all calling you Sister Ye just now?"

"They are Mr. Ye's men. Are you with this Mr. Ye?"