Chapter 10: Shutting the Door and Hitting the Dog

  "Huh? Where did everyone go?"

  Ba Shu led a few hoodlums into the yard, but didn't see Yang Fan's shadow.

  It can be said that as soon as Yang Fan stepped inside, they immediately followed, and it was impossible for them not to see a single figure.

  "Search for me!"

  Eighth Uncle's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he had three rascals enter another courtyard to search.

  If it were in normal times, even if they had a hundred guts, they wouldn't dare be so presumptuous.

  However, today is a special day for the "Tianwen Conference", and most of the family's younger generation have gone to participate in the "Tianwen Conference". More importantly, the former number one genius has lost all his powers and become a useless person, which makes them fearless.

  "Ah!"

  Suddenly a shrill cry came from the other courtyard, and two 15 or 16 year old maids saw several thugs who looked like evil spirits, and were immediately frightened pale.

  These two maidservants are usually in charge of Yang Fan's daily life. In the family, there are absolutely no more than five family children who can enjoy such treatment.

  "Haha... this little girl doesn't look bad at all!"

  The three rascals suddenly had evil intentions and pressed towards the two maidservants who were equally beautiful.

  As a local rascal, their life is not as glorious as it seems on the surface, often eating one meal and starving for another. Yangjiabao is still a relatively law-abiding place, and they usually just tease the women from other families at most.

  Now seeing these two mediocre maids is unbearable hunger.

  "You few, quickly go and handle proper business, damn it, eight lifetimes without touching a woman..."

  Old Eighth Uncle scolded angrily.

  "Yes, Uncle Ba."

  Three rascals hastily promised and began to carefully search around this courtyard.

  "You two servant girls, tell me the truth, have you seen your master?"

  Eighth Uncle gazed coldly at these two trembling maidservants.

  "Big... sir, we have never seen the master return before."

  One of the maids trembled and spoke in a quivering voice.

  "Hmph, if you don't reveal your master's hiding place, I'll hand you over to those three lustful demons. You can imagine the consequences..."

  The eighth uncle's face was gloomy and threatening.

  "Spare us, sir..."

  "We really haven't seen the master return... He went to attend the 'Ask Heaven Conference'!"

  The two maids were frightened into tears.

  Eighth Uncle's face revealed a thoughtful expression.

  "Eighth Uncle, we've searched every nook and cranny, but there's no clue. However, while searching this house, we did find some valuable items."

  After a while, three rascals came forward to report, holding some antiques, calligraphy and paintings, jade bottles and books, with a look of full load.

  "You few..."

  "Uncle Ba's face turned pale with rage: 'I called you here to find someone, not to steal things. You're still as stubborn as ever.'"

  Bang!

  Three hooligans looked wronged, and threw all these bottles and jars onto the ground.

  "I dare to conclude that Yang Fan is still hiding in this courtyard..."

  Eighth Uncle's gaze began to sweep across every corner of the courtyard.

  "Could it be..." Eighth Uncle suddenly thought of a possibility and muttered to himself, "No way... his magical powers are all gone, logically speaking, he shouldn't be able to cast any spells."

  At this thought, Eighth Uncle suddenly stood still on the spot, concentrated his breath, clasped his hands together, and chanted a few incantations, causing a wave of spiritual energy to emanate from his body.

  Suddenly, a hint of inspiration appeared in Eighth Uncle's eyes.

  This is a common spell used by low-ranking cultivators, the Spirit Eye Technique.

  Through spiritual eyes, monks can see some things that cannot be seen with the naked eye, such as ghosts and spirits.

  At the same time, Lingyan also has a certain breaking hidden effect.

  "Alas... you're asking for trouble."

  Just then, a man's voice came from the entrance of the other courtyard.

  Yang Fan's figure emerged, he let out a sigh, then closed the courtyard gate.

  Ouch!

  The gate is closed.

  "Master!"

  The two maids exclaimed in surprise.

  "You... you're really here!"

  Eighth Uncle's face showed a look of shock and surprise, seeing Yang Fan close the door, his heart suddenly felt something was off.

  "You three, go and beat him up!"

  Eighth Uncle shouted loudly.

  "Up!"

  Three thugs approached Yang Fan.

  "Hah, you three ordinary people, dare to lay hands on me?"

  Yang Fan stood in front of the door, calmly and composedly saying.

  "Ah!"

  The three thugs, intimidated by Yang Fan's usual reputation, stopped in their tracks and hesitated.

  "You three, what are you afraid of? He has now lost all his magical powers and is just a paper tiger. Come with me, and after we succeed, each of you will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver."

  Eighth Uncle coldly said from behind, his eyes flickering uncertainly as he began to size up the calm and composed Yang Fan.

  "Yes, Eighth Uncle!"

  The three thugs, upon hearing the reward of "one hundred taels of silver", immediately became spirited and bold, as if they had taken an expired Viagra, their fear instantly dispelled, and they recklessly rushed towards Yang Fan.

  "Aren't you guys afraid of death, listening to his incitement?"

  Yang Fan's eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as he slowly raised one hand, and an aura of subtle pressure emanated from him.

  "Ah!"

  The three thugs let out a shout and rushed to within half a meter of Yang Fan, then froze, not daring to make a move.

  At this moment, Yang Fan has a strong aura of a master around him.

  Although he lost his magical powers, with the help of the "Xianhong Space" green land, he possesses a strong physical body comparable to that of a Condensation Period cultivator, far surpassing that of an ordinary person.

  "You three useless people..."

  Eighth Uncle almost fainted and vomited blood.

  Bang!

  In an instant, Yang Fan struck out with one punch and sent the nearest thug flying.

  The force was so great that he lay on the ground, gasping for breath, with a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

  The other two thugs were suddenly frightened out of their wits and didn't know what to do.

  Boom!

  Yang Fan swept his leg across the floor, knocking down the remaining two thugs.

  With just a "crack", the legs of the two thugs broke off.

  In less than three breaths, Yang Fan crippled the three thugs.

  "How...how is this possible?"

  Eighth Uncle's face was as white as a sheet, staring incredulously at this "family's number one good-for-nothing".

  He never expected that after dispersing his powers, Yang Fan still possessed a body of uncommon martial power, enough to deal with a group of rabble.

  "Tell me, who sent you?"

  Yang Fan's gaze was sharp and piercing, like a knife.

  "You... don't think I'm afraid of you? A useless person who has lost his magical powers, I won't even put you in my eyes!"

  The eighth uncle's face turned stern and he said, "I'm going to go back," while retreating backwards.

  "Haha... You're just a beginner in the initial stage of Qi refinement, yet you dare to show off your skills in front of me. In the past, I could have killed you with just a stretch of my fingers."

  Yang Fan burst out laughing.

  "Hmph, even if you don't say it, Yang knew who sent you over here anyway."

  Yang Fan's body slowly approached Ba Shu, bringing him immense pressure.

  "That behind-the-scenes manipulator, isn't it that stupid Li Baozi?" Yang Fan's face revealed a hint of an eerie smile.

  "You... you..."

  Eighth Uncle exclaimed and his face changed color, apparently being enlightened by Yang Fan's words.

  "Stand still, come one step closer and I'll take action!"

  Eighth Uncle's face was filled with terror, his hands shone brightly, and the surrounding fire spirits suddenly became active, gradually condensing into a fireball.

  "Hehe, casting a fireball spell takes you half a day."

  Yang Fan sneered with a cold smile, it seemed that this Eighth Uncle was also a half-baked cultivator.

  Suddenly, another talisman appeared in his hand. He bit his finger and blood splashed onto the talisman.

  He let out a low shout and the seal in his hand shot out, transforming into a fireball in mid-air that struck Eighth Uncle first.

  Boom!

  His eighth uncle's body suddenly burst into flames, rolling and screaming on the ground.

  Yang Fan looked at Eighth Uncle with a cold expression and took out several talismans from his body.

  "Spare my life, great lord, spare my life!"

  Eighth Uncle's flames were extinguished a bit, and seeing Yang Fan's movements, he couldn't help but cry out.

  "You tell me, how should I deal with these few running dogs of yours?"

  Yang Fan is good at using his leisure time well.