C2 I Told You to Get Lost!

"What?" Zhu Jian could hardly believe his ears when he heard Ye Luo's words. It was as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. This was the same Ye Luo who used to shrink away at the mere sight of him, who wouldn't dare to even look up or disobey his commands. And now, he was boldly talking back?

"Hahahaha, did you all hear that? Our dear Ye the Wastrel is telling me to back off. So domineering, so authoritative. I'm quaking in fear. What about you?" Zhu Jian jeered, laughing with the others by his side.

The onlookers joined in with raucous laughter. They were all too aware of who Ye Luo was: a penniless, powerless orphan with no connections. In their eyes, he was just a stray dog that could be stepped on at any moment.

"I told you to back off!" Ye Luo said, his voice urgent, his eyes on Zhu Jian now filled with a deadly glint.

Feeling Ye Luo's intense stare, Zhu Jian involuntarily felt a chill run down his spine and took a step back.

That gaze was icy, seemingly capable of dragging Zhu Jian into an abyss in an instant.

But Zhu Jian quickly shook off the feeling. Was he about to be frightened by a mere look from this nobody?

"Damn it, my mood was already sour today, and here you are, trash, presenting yourself for my entertainment. I'll oblige you," Zhu Jian snarled, waving his hand at his lackeys. "Grab this piece of trash. I'm going to enjoy this."

The henchmen didn't hesitate, each grabbing one of Ye Luo's shoulders.

"Bang, bang!"

Ye Luo reacted instantly, his fists connecting with their shoulders in rapid succession.

The two men didn't even have time to grunt before they collapsed.

Though Ye Luo had lost all his powers, his memory and experience were intact. To him, these two untrained, overindulgent men were no challenge at all.

Zhu Jian was shocked and furious. The 'wastrel' who normally wouldn't dare make a sound under his oppression had just knocked down his two minions in a blink of an eye.

"You've lost your mind! How dare you lay a hand on me? I, I..."

"Bang!"

Ye Luo swiftly raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick to Zhu Jian's chest. Zhu Jian's body was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the stairs. He tumbled down, rolling over and over until he finally came to a stop on the floor below.

Everyone at the scene was stunned. Ye Luo had not only taken down Zhu Jian's lackey, but he had also sent Zhu Jian himself tumbling down the stairs.

Judging by Zhu Jian's condition, he seemed to have sustained serious injuries. This was no small matter, as his father was a school director. And Ye Luo? Everyone knew he was just a powerless orphan.

It was over for Ye Luo.

That was what everyone thought.

However, Ye Luo wasn't preoccupied with the thoughts of others. He had already dashed to the school entrance and flagged down a taxi.

"Supreme Wealthy Class," he said to the driver, then leaned back in silence, deep in thought.

Having lost all his cultivation, Ye Luo had no choice but to rely on a taxi. Without traffic, the journey to Supreme Wealthy Class would take about half an hour, and time was of the essence.

On the way to his destination, Ye Luo closed his eyes, recalling the cultivation technique he had mastered in his previous life, the Relentless Sword.

To cultivate the Relentless Sword, one had to forsake all emotions and cut ties with all worldly attachments and resentments.

In his past life, Ye Luo had found the Relentless Sword at a time when he was at his lowest, his heart numb and his will shattered. This state of despair perfectly matched the sword's ruthless demands, enabling him to master it quickly and advance rapidly, eventually earning the title 'God of Slaughter.'

But in this life, Ye Luo had the chance to save the one he loved and make amends for his past mistakes. Therefore, the path of the Relentless Sword was no longer suitable for him.

After reviewing various cultivation techniques in his memory, Ye Luo's thoughts landed on the Nine Heavens Reincarnation Technique.

This technique, which he had come across by chance in his previous life, had seemed to him incredibly sophisticated, even more terrifying than the Relentless Sword he had practiced.

To practice the Nine Heavens Reincarnation Technique, one must start afresh. If any other techniques had been cultivated, they would need to be completely discarded, otherwise, initiation into this new path would be impossible.

Ye Luo had already achieved great proficiency with the Heartless Sword and was reluctant to give it up, particularly because the situation at the time did not allow for starting anew. Consequently, the Nine Heavens Reincarnation Technique had been put on hold.

However, at present, Ye Luo found himself without a trace of Genuine Qi in his body, his Dantian completely empty, and no prior practice in any other techniques. This was the perfect condition to commence the Nine Heavens Reincarnation Technique, wasn't it?

With this in mind, Ye Luo began the basic breathing and cultivation exercises as he recalled from the technique. He had only half an hour before his arrival at the Supreme Wealthy Class and hoped to master the basics within this time frame. This would ensure he could confidently save Ann Xin, regardless of what she might encounter today.

After just ten minutes, Ye Luo let out a heavy breath, feeling a tremor in his spirit.

"Have I broken through already?" Ye Luo was surprised by the swiftness of his progress.

He threw a punch into the air, and it seemed as though he had broken through an invisible barrier.

"This punch must be at least 600 kilograms of force," Ye Luo thought to himself. That was comparable to the strength of a professional boxer or a special forces soldier.

An average young man would require more than two years of training to reach such strength, but Ye Luo had managed it in a mere ten minutes. The power of the Nine Heavens Reincarnation Technique was unimaginable.

In terms of cultivation levels, Ye Luo had now reached the early Houtian stage.

"Hey, buddy, what are you doing? My car is under constant surveillance and has GPS tracking, so please don't do anything reckless," the driver said, his voice laced with anxiety after seeing Ye Luo's sudden display of strength.

"Oh, nothing serious, just a little hand cramp. I needed to work it out," Ye Luo casually lied, then closed his eyes to continue his cultivation. Having reached the initial stage in ten minutes, he wondered if he could reach the mid-Houtian stage before they arrived at the Supreme Wealthy Class. If he could, his strength would likely exceed 800 kilograms.

Without any cultivation resources, practitioners like Ye Luo had to rely on the spiritual energy from the environment, which was incredibly scarce on Earth. Fortunately, it was just enough to sustain Ye Luo's basic early-stage cultivation without any problems.

Twenty minutes later, the taxi pulled up in front of the Supreme Wealthy Class Clubhouse.

"Pal, that'll be 38, I..."

The driver's words trailed off as he turned to find the back seat deserted, with only a 100 yuan bill left on the passenger seat.

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In the Supreme Wealthy Class Clubhouse's private room 666 on the third floor, the piercing music ebbed and flowed against the backdrop of flickering lights, setting a scene of extravagant disarray. A collection of beer bottles littered the coffee table, adding to the room's luxurious yet chaotic atmosphere. The room was filled with eight individuals, a mix of both men and women.

A young woman in a pale yellow dress, her hair tied back in a ponytail, gripped her skirt tightly, her cheeks rosy with nervousness as she sat on the couch, her demeanor clashing with the boisterous mood of the room.

"Ann Xin, I'm so glad you could make it today. Let me toast to you," a young man said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he extended a beer towards her.

"Gu, Master Gu, I've already had two drinks. I really can't have another. Xiaolan said you're willing to help me out, to lend me some money. I can't thank you enough. When might you be able to do that? I'm in a rush to get to the hospital, and I assure you, I'll repay you as soon as I can," Ann Xin replied, her voice trembling as she spoke to the young man.

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