C7 Long Memory

Confronted with Zhang Jing's Bone Splitting Hand, Zhang Chen knew better than to take the blow head-on as he had before. He quickly crouched and dodged to the side.

Anticipating Zhang Chen's move, Zhang Jing let out a cold snort and launched another punch, aiming straight for his back!

Zhang Chen, sensing another punch aimed at his back, felt a surge of excitement rather than alarm. He swung his leg back in a swift kick.

This backward kick was a technique from the Great Strength Bull Demon Fist, inspired by the way a bull flicks its tail to shoo away flies. The kick, while not overwhelmingly powerful, was quick and tricky, making it hard to anticipate and defend against.

As Zhang Jing's fist connected with Zhang Chen's back, his heel simultaneously struck her groin.

"Ah...!"

The groin is a critical pressure point on the body, and even an Energy Master Stage Expert would find it unbearable unless they had reached the Diamond Stage. Despite being a woman, Zhang Jing couldn't help but scream in agony when her sensitive area was hit.

"Ya! You despicable cur, how dare you show such insolence? I'll kill you for this!"

Watching his younger sister being sent flying with a single kick from Zhang Chen, Zhang Lin was consumed with fury and humiliation. He tried to rise and confront Zhang Chen, but was quickly pinned to the ground by Zhang Chen's preemptive strike.

"Zhang Lin, remember this is the Ten-thousand Elephants Palace. Do you still think you're the young master of the Zhang Family?" Zhang Chen sneered, his foot firmly planted on Zhang Lin.

It was incredibly satisfying!

Zhang Chen had never imagined that he would one day have the third young master of the Zhang Family underfoot!

"Today, I'm going to give you siblings a lesson you won't forget. I'll make sure you understand your place! It's time to temper that entitled attitude of yours, lest you embarrass yourselves—and more importantly, bring shame upon Senior Sister Yuner—in front of the other disciples."

"Aiyaya... You wretched slave! You mongrel!" Zhang Lin, the third young master of the Zhang Family, used to command respect from Zhang Chen, but now he was being trampled underfoot. The humiliation was more unbearable than swallowing filth.

"Zhang Chen, you lowly mongrel, I swear I'll kill you!"

Zhang Lin's curses erupted hysterically from his mouth, one after another, but they were utterly ineffective. Instead, they only served to enrage Zhang Chen further.

"Looks like you still haven't learned your lesson. You need to be taught again!"

Zhang Chen planted his foot on Zhang Lin's chest and squatted down slightly, raising his hand and delivering a resounding slap to Zhang Lin's face.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The sound of consecutive slaps filled the air, each one landing viciously on Zhang Lin's face. Although Zhang Chen lacked real combat experience, his strength was undeniable. With just a few slaps, Zhang Lin's face swelled up like a pig's head.

"Wuwuwu... I was wrong, I was wrong, please stop hitting me..." Finally, unable to endure Zhang Chen's relentless slapping, Zhang Lin began to plead for mercy.

At this point, Zhang Lin's speech was slurred, his teeth knocked loose or missing, his mouth a bloody mess. He was a pitiful sight, a far cry from the once proud third young master of the Zhang Family.

Yet, Zhang Lin's pleas only seemed to intensify Zhang Chen's assault.

After years of servitude, Zhang Chen could finally stand tall and feel human. The sensation was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough.

"You mangy cur, you dare to kill my third brother? Big sister will never let you off the hook!"

At that moment, Zhang Jing, who had been viciously kicked by Zhang Chen, finally regained her strength. Seeing her third brother being struck mercilessly by Zhang Chen, her eyes nearly popped from their sockets in rage.

Zhang Jing's rebuke snapped Zhang Chen out of his fervor.

After all, Zhang Lin was Zhang Yuner's half-brother, and this was the Ten-thousand Elephants Palace. If he were to kill him, his own life would be far from peaceful.

"Hmph! You still dare to call me a slave! It seems that kick didn't jog your memory!" A fierce glint flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes. He released the nearly lifeless Zhang Lin and began to close in on Zhang Jing.

As Zhang Chen advanced, step by step, a look of sheer terror flickered in Zhang Jing's eyes.

"Zhang, Zhang Chen, don't be reckless. This is Cloud Water Peak. If you dare lay a hand on me..."

Crack!

Before Zhang Jing could utter a word, Zhang Chen's hand had already struck her face.

"Don't try to intimidate me with Senior Sister Yuner. Even if she does find out, what of it? I suspect she won't blame me at all; in fact, she might even thank me for teaching you two a lesson and saving your lives!"

Zhang Chen was aware that as long as he didn't go overboard, Zhang Yuner wouldn't take any action against him, even if she learned about the incident.

Zhang Lin and Zhang Jing clearly had the stubbornness of pampered youths, and without a lesson, they would inevitably bring trouble upon Zhang Yuner. But as the eldest sister, it wasn't her place to discipline them. Words alone might not suffice, so taking matters into his own hands was actually doing Zhang Yuner a favor.

Clutching her cheek, Zhang Jing looked at Zhang Chen in disbelief, shocked that he had the audacity to slap her.

"What's the matter? You don't agree?" Zhang Chen's expression chilled as he saw Zhang Jing's gaze and lifted his hand once more.

"I, I, I won't dare again..." At last, Zhang Jing, the seventh daughter of the Zhang Family, submitted to Zhang Chen.

"Hmph! At least you're sensible, much more so than your third brother!" With a satisfied pat of his hands, Zhang Chen finally ceased.

He regarded them with a sneer, "Don't harbor any ill intentions. Remember, I saved Senior Sister Yuner's life. Even if she learns of this, she won't punish me. But as for you two, your future might not be so pleasant if you cross me again!"

"We wouldn't dare, we won't dare..."

Despite their young age and status as warriors, the siblings had lived a life of luxury and had never faced real adversity. Now, having been sternly reprimanded by Zhang Chen, they wouldn't dare to challenge his authority.

Seeing the genuine fear in their eyes, Zhang Chen nodded contentedly and softened his tone, "After all, you are Senior Sister Yuner's siblings. As long as you don't trouble me in the future, I'll let this slide. Now, go clean yourselves up and get on with your day."

Zhang Chen waved goodbye to the two individuals and departed from the base of the mountain, making his way toward the summit.

A series of elegant tiled houses encircled a three-story pavilion at the center. Clearly, this was the place where Zhang Yuner typically engaged in her cultivation and rest. Zhang Chen chose a room that was airy and well-lit, with windows facing both south and north, and he stepped inside.

The room's furnishings were modest and straightforward. On the central table, aside from a set of clean clothes, there were several books lined up neatly, which immediately caught Zhang Chen's eye.

Reflecting on his past as a servant for over a decade, he found it astonishing that he had the good fortune to become an Outer Disciple of the Ten-thousand Elephants Palace. The thought was almost beyond belief, even to Zhang Chen himself.

Filled with excitement, Zhang Chen finally took a seat at the table and began to peruse the books laid out before him.