C8 Anger

Ning Gao's fury could no longer be contained. From such a short distance, he propelled himself off the ground and landed a punch squarely on Ning Hu's face, sending him hurtling through the air.

Ning Hu tumbled across the ground, rolling several times before finally coming to a halt. With the shaky support of his two henchmen, he managed to get back on his feet.

"You little wretch, how dare you strike me!"

The punch had been heavy, yet Ning Hu refused to believe in Ning Gao's strength. He convinced himself that he had been caught off guard and ambushed.

Ning Gao's eyes, cold as ice, flashed. He spun around and delivered a kick to one of the henchmen, giving him a taste of what Ning Hu had just felt.

"Upper grade three-star Apprentice!"

This time, Ning Gao made no attempt to hide his aura, revealing his true power to Ning Hu and the others instantly.

"How can this be! How can this be!"

Terrified, Ning Hu collapsed onto the ground, completely taken aback by Ning Gao's abrupt transformation.

"Oh? And why would it be impossible?"

Ning Gao advanced, step by step, and with a single hand, hoisted Ning Hu into the air.

The fight had been brief, but it was Ning Gao's first real combat as a warrior since his power had surged. The thrill of it was incomparable to the mundane task of herding livestock.

His punch packed a force well beyond that of his peers, which was the only explanation for Ning Hu being knocked away in one blow.

"Did you just say I'm unworthy of the Ning surname? Is that so?"

Ning Hu's fear escalated as he dangled from Ning Gao's formidable grip.

The Gluttony Blood Sutra had not only altered Ning Gao's approach to cultivation but had also transformed his physique.

The essence of the pure-blooded Gluttony had slowly integrated with Ning Gao, and as his power grew, so did his physical strength.

"Ning... Ning Gao! I warn you, don't lay a finger on me! You're nothing but a servant of the Ning Family now. If you dare harm me, I'll have my father destroy your cultivation, reducing you to a cripple for life!"

Ning Hu steadied his nerves. Without the former family head's protection, the Ning Family's disdain for Ning Gao was palpable, both in the past and the present.

Given Ning Gao's recent expulsion from the Ning Family, any further aggression on his part would provide ample justification for a harsh reprimand. Should it come to that, Ning Hu was confident that no one would hold him accountable for Ning Gao's troubles.

"You're nothing but trash now."

Ning Gao snorted with contempt as he flung Ning Hu aside.

"Provoke me again, and next time it won't be so easy on you."

Gazing down at the figures sprawled on the ground, Ning Gao straightened his clothing and made his way back to his small cabin.

"Brother Hu, Ning Gao is just too powerful."

Once Ning Gao had departed, one of Ning Hu's underlings hurried over to assist him up from the ground.

"Powerful? I'd like to see if he's more powerful than the Ning Family!"

A malicious glint appeared in Ning Hu's eyes, and the slight upward curl of his lips signaled that he had already devised a plan.

...

The following morning, Ning Gao arrived at the poultry yard bright and early. Unlike others who might slack off or arrive late, he relied heavily on this place.

With a butcher's knife in hand, he strode energetically into the enclosure.

Seeing this, the nearby onlookers could only shake their heads in resignation, puzzled by Ning Gao's enthusiasm. Whenever he was tasked with slaughtering poultry, he became unusually animated.

It seemed he was taking out his frustrations from being bullied on the helpless birds.

Watching Ning Gao's fervor, they found themselves with an opportunity to take it easy.

By afternoon, a large crowd had surged into the poultry yard.