Chapter 975: with translation of chapter title

975. Chapter 973: A Rare Opportunity Once in a Thousand Years

As they spoke, Lu Yuan raised his right hand and slapped it in the air, and a martial arts secret manual appeared in his hand.

The 'Yang Extreme Body Tempering Secret', a first-rate martial art, applies to the three major stages of tempering bones, transforming tendons, and washing marrow.

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The next moment……

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed, his expression turning solemn: 'Ancestor, can this technique truly increase physical strength?'

'Mm, Xiao Fan, this is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity; miss this village and there'll be no such shop.'

'Ancestor, thank you.'

Yang Fan hesitated not, picked up the manual, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Gurgle…

Ah, it hurts… it hurts… it hurts… I'm dying of pain…

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The Yang Extreme Body Tempering Secret, a first-rate martial technique, is refined from a strange spiritual herb known as Yang Flame Grass. Although this Yang Flame Grass is the main ingredient for Bone Tempering Liquid, enabling any low-ranking martial artist to quickly increase physical strength, it also carries huge side effects: not only must one endure pain unimaginable to ordinary people, but each tempering is like rowing against the current—if you do not advance, you retreat.

For anyone else, even if they luckily survive the painful tempering period, the subsequent transformation of the physical body will only become harder.

Yang Fan back then also paid an immeasurable price before he managed to pull through.

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After an incense stick's time.

Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes, light flickering in them: 'Indeed, Yang Flame Grass—its effect is truly extraordinary; in just the time of an incense stick, I have increased my physical strength by nearly fifty thousand catties.'

Although compared to my previous life, the difference is not even a fraction, it can still be called terrifying to the extreme.

Moreover, as my physical body becomes increasingly hard, this increase continues to rise.

According to Yang Fan's estimate, to perfectly temper this body, he would need to consume at least one hundred million stalks of Yang Flame Grass to have any hope.

Just then……

Rumble…

Rumble…

Rumble…

The entire Yang family fortress trembled.

'Damn it, what's going on?'

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Just then……

A green-clothed old servant hurried over, saying, 'Master, it's bad, it's bad—someone has stormed the gate and already wounded many guards.'

'What? How dare someone trespass my Yang family fortress!!!' Yang Fan's expression changed slightly, 'Ancestor, I'll handle this as the junior!!!' A hint of worry crossed Yang Hongye's brow.

'Mm, Xiao Fan, be careful—that person is Zhao Yunshan, the Law Enforcement Elder of the Seven Stars Sect, whose cultivation is not inferior to that of an ordinary Six Stars Sect Master.' A hint of worry crossed Yang Hongye's brow.

Zhao Yunshan—Law Enforcement Hall Elder of the Seven Stars Sect.

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Lu Yuan's side was equally anxious: 'Ah! If I had known earlier, I should have left together with them.'

'However, although Zhao Yunshan is tyrannical, my son is no pushover; to suppress him, we'll have to see what means my son has.'

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Soon, Yang Fan led the Yang family's senior officials in a mighty march toward the training ground.

At this moment, in the center of the training ground, dozens of corpses lay fallen, blood staining a large area of the floor red, a shocking sight.

Yang Fan's steps halted; among the dead were Yang family guards, servants, and even his own father. Just then……

'Yang Fan, surrender obediently, or don't blame me for my ruthless hand.' Suddenly, a terrifying middle-aged man clad in a black robe appeared in the center of the training ground, his aura chilling like a peerless sword piercing the heavens, looking down on Yang Fan from above.

Although Yang Fan had changed his appearance beyond recognition, that familiar silhouette still allowed Yang Hong to recognize him, after all, he was not Yang Fan's only son.

'Yang Fan!!!'

Yang Hong's eyes blazed with fury—it was he who had caused his wife and child to suffer a cruel fate; as mortal enemies, meeting face to face made his eyes burn red.

The next moment……

Yang Hong shifted his gaze and pleaded with Yang Hongye behind Yang Fan's back: 'Father, considering the father‑son bond, spare Xiao Fan's life; I, Hong'er, am willing to take the blame for him.'

Over the years, he had been utterly disappointed in this worthless son, yet he had still raised him for over twenty years, their affection deep.

Yang Hongye's brows furrowed slightly, as if pondering something.

Yang Hong's heart clenched, his heart plummeting to the valley—had this father‑in‑law still not prepared to spare Yang Fan?

The next moment……

Slap!!!

Suddenly, Yang Hongye raised his palm and slapped Yang Hong's face hard.

In an instant, a clear fingerprint appeared on Yang Hong's left cheek, a trace of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth—evidently he had taken a heavy slap from Yang Hongye.

'Hong'er, this is the last time; from now on, don't do such foolish things again.'

Upon hearing this, Yang Hong's whole body trembled, his fists clenched involuntarily, a surge of shame and resentment welled up in his heart—he knew that Yang Hongye agreed to him only because he was wary of the relationship between the two mansions.

But now, this relationship is essentially completely severed; in the future, the two mansions will surely become mortal enemies.

Yang Hongye, unaware of what Yang Hong was thinking, continued to scold: 'Yang Fan is the future hope of our Yang family; as his eldest legitimate brother, you should protect him, not let him take risks like using an egg to strike a stone. Understand?'

'I understand, Father, I understand.'

'Hong'er, remember this—don't take risks lightly; you are not Yang Zhan, you won't die so easily.' Yang Hongye pondered then said.

'That makes sense.'

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On Lu Yuan's side, he was refining pills, because pills were very important, so he had to refine pills.

Come on!

Boom~ boom~ boom~

In an instant, boundless mental power surged out, merging with true essence, forming clusters of golden light balls that crushed toward that crimson-gold holy fruit.

This crimson-gold holy fruit is a mid-tier third-grade spiritual medicine, while Lu Yuan's own mental cultivation has already reached the peak of early eighth grade, just one step away from stepping into mid eighth grade.

Although this crimson-gold holy fruit is precious, Lu Yuan wastes it so much; even a single stalk of ninth-grade spiritual medicine could equal dozens of ordinary third-grade medicines, and for an average eight-star master it's a rare healing treasure, yet Lu Yuan just eats it like candy.

A single crimson-gold holy fruit is enough for Lu Yuan to smoothly advance to eighth-grade spirit meridian master.

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"Hiss! What tremendous mental power!" The surrounding high-ranking forces all gasped, especially Zhao Yunshan beside them, his eyes full of shock and greed.

"You wretched creature, dare to steal from my Seven Stars Sect's treasury—you're asking for death!" Zhao Yunshan shouted, his figure moved, directly tearing space as he lunged at Yang Fan, "Hand over your life!"

Just then……

Hum~

A brilliant golden ray burst from Yang Fan's sea of consciousness, shooting out and transforming into a hundred-meter-tall golden illusion.

"Pfft~" In one gulp he swallowed the crimson-gold holy fruit; that phantom became almost solid, his body twisted, and in the blink of an eye it returned to its original size. (End of chapter)