Chapter 2215 - 2207: Can’t Handle a Worthless Trash!

The young man wearing the Purple Dragon Brocade Robe was indeed Zhang Wenyue’s half-brother, Zhang Haochen, though they had different mothers.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haochen frowned: "I have heard about this as well. I heard it was about rescuing a cripple whose Divine Veins are completely destroyed and whose Divine Sea is shattered. To think that my sister actually allowed such a cripple to stay in the important Embroidery Pavilion of our Qian Prince Mansion!"

Speaking of which, Zhang Haochen turned to the steward Wang Junhai and said: "Go, take two people, and drive that brat out! At that time, arrange for my friend to stay there!"

The steward Wang Junhai was delighted to hear this. He had long despised that dark and ugly cripple. Now, with the Young Master’s order, he could finally vent his pent-up frustration. When driving that waste out, the other party would most likely resist, giving him a chance to deal a good punishment!

"Yes, Young Master!" Wang Junhai replied respectfully with a smile. He paused, then asked, "But Young Master, after we drive that boy out of the Embroidery Pavilion, should we throw him out of the Prince Mansion as well?"

Zhang Haochen thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Even though this person is a waste, he was still rescued by my sister. Let’s not throw him out of the Prince Mansion. After driving him out of the Embroidery Pavilion, just arrange a room for him in the Breeze Court."

Breeze Court was where the lowest servants of the mansion lived. There were many rooms, including some vacant ones.

Compared to the Embroidery Pavilion, the living conditions in Breeze Court were worlds apart.

The Embroidery Pavilion had spiritual wood jade, which was beneficial for cultivation. The courtyard was also planted with many Spiritual Flower Divine Trees, greatly aiding in calming the mind and spirit.

Whereas in Breeze Court, there wasn’t even a trace of spiritual wood jade to speak of, as all the buildings used ordinary materials.

"Very well, rest assured, Young Master, I shall forcibly remove that boy from the Embroidery Pavilion now." Wang Junhai responded respectfully.

Zhang Haochen nodded and waved his hand, signaling Wang Junhai to proceed.

Wang Junhai bowed, retreated respectfully, and then led a few guards towards the Embroidery Pavilion.

As Wang Junhai headed towards the Embroidery Pavilion, Huang Xiaolong was practicing his Palm Technique there.

Over the past three days, Huang Xiaolong had fully regained his mobility. With the weather being sunny today and under pleasant conditions, he decided to practice the Eight Desolate Holy Light Palm and the Endless Sword.

The Eight Desolate Holy Light Palm and the Endless Sword were techniques he retrieved from the memories of Wan Zhuoyuan and were Holy Martial Techniques.

During his thousand years in the Lower Realm, Huang Xiaolong frequently practiced these techniques, and his understanding of them was deep. Each move blended seamlessly with the forces of Heaven and Earth.

When Wang Junhai and his group arrived, Huang Xiaolong was practicing the Eight Desolate Holy Light Palm.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong practicing in the courtyard, Wang Junhai was slightly surprised and taken aback. He didn’t expect Huang Xiaolong to have recovered so quickly, especially since the mansion’s pharmacist had said it would take at least a year for him to regain full mobility.

However, although surprised, Wang Junhai didn’t pay much mind. Watching Huang Xiaolong, he sneered coldly: "I didn’t expect you, you waste, to know a Palm Technique. But unfortunately, your Palm Technique is so feeble that even if there were a small rabbit before you, you wouldn’t be able to kill it!"

This was because Huang Xiaolong wasn’t activating the Three Great Dao Saint Forms or utilizing the Sovereign Power, so the Eight Desolate Holy Light Palm he exhibited appeared soft and feeble, indistinguishable from the Palm Techniques sold by street vendors.

Of course, not even someone in the God King Realm, or even a Great Emperor Realm expert, could truly grasp the mystery and power of the Eight Desolate Holy Light Palm.

Only a Dominator with a deep understanding of Heaven and Earth Power could discern it.

Ignoring Wang Junhai’s sneers, Huang Xiaolong continued practicing the Eight Desolate Holy Light Palm. This Palm Technique comprises ten moves; he intended to complete all ten moves first.

The Eight Desolate Holy Light Palm wasn’t just a Palm Technique; it could also fortify the physique.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong still practicing the Palm Technique and ignoring his presence, Wang Junhai couldn’t suppress his anger: "Boy, I’m here on the Young Master’s orders to make you leave the Embroidery Pavilion. The Embroidery Pavilion is an important part of our mansion, reserved only for distinguished guests!"

"As for wastes like you, you’re only fit to live with the lowest servants of the mansion!"

"Get yourself to the Breeze Court now!"

Huang Xiaolong was still there practicing the Eight Desolate Holy Light Palm.

Wang Junhai, enraged, sneered: "Alright, pretending to be deaf and dumb, are we? Take action!" He gestured to a guard behind him, "First, throw this kid out for me!"

The guard acknowledged the order respectfully, then coldly grinned as he walked towards Huang Xiaolong.

Indeed, the fact that Huang Xiaolong, a waste, was residing in the Embroidery Pavilion had long irked these guards.

Approaching Huang Xiaolong, the guard extended a clawed hand to grab his shoulder. Unexpectedly, as he tried to throw Huang Xiaolong out of the courtyard, he found Huang Xiaolong’s body to be as heavy as an ancient giant beast. Despite pulling, Huang Xiaolong remained unmoved like a thread of silk!

What!

The guard was taken aback.

He was an Ancestor God High Stage and among the more powerful in the mansion’s guards. One pull, and he could easily lift a Chaos mountain, yet he couldn’t budge Huang Xiaolong!

Unconvinced, he activated his Divine status, unleashed his Divine Power, and pulled again—yet Huang Xiaolong still did not move.

At this point, Wang Junhai sensed something amiss, but it was then that Huang Xiaolong spun around, his shoulder shifting, and a terrifying force slammed into the guard, sending him flying into the corner of the courtyard.

Wang Junhai and the other guards were all shocked.

What happened?!

Isn’t this kid supposed to be a cripple with destroyed Divine Veins and a shattered Divine Sea? But just now, what was that?

Wang Junhai’s eyes scoured the surroundings and found nothing unusual. It didn’t seem like another expert intervened. His gaze fell back on Huang Xiaolong, and he coldly remarked, "I refuse to believe I can’t deal with a waste like you today!" With that, he stepped forward, intending to take action himself.

"Coiling Dragon Hand!"

Wang Junhai shouted, his hands forming claws, and struck out.

Two strands of Qi shot out, transforming into two thick cyclones intertwining as they rushed to bind Huang Xiaolong.

The Coiling Dragon Hand was a Heavenly Monarch technique; once entangled, even Ancient Fierce Beasts couldn’t break free.

In an instant, the Coiling Dragon Hand enveloped Huang Xiaolong.

Seeing this, Wang Junhai and the guards breathed a sigh of relief.

The guards were about to praise Wang Junhai when suddenly, with a shudder of his shoulders, Huang Xiaolong continued moving his palms, and the Coiling Dragon Hand binding him dissipated.

The eyes of Wang Junhai and his guards widened.

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong had finished the Tenth Move of the Eight Desolate Holy Light Palm, and turned his gaze towards Wang Junhai and the others.