Sovereign to Immortality - Chapter 4 : Playmates

Sovereign to Immortality Chapter 4: Playmates

Yang Junshan ran quickly into his hut and pulled out a small wood box from under his pillow. He shook it gently and from within there came the clattering sound.

Yang Junshan opened the box. A nimbus not weaker than the previous jade coin escape. But Yang Junshan could clearly perceive the nimbus in the box, in spite of its large quantity, it was less pure than that jade coin.

Inside were half-boxes of bright and gloomy stones, all of which were pocket money saved by Yang Junshan in the past two years. A careful count of 103 coins was made. Adding to the jade coin, there were 203 coins in all, which totaled only the price of two buckets of spiritual grain. However, if he only bought ordinary grain, he could buy 500 kg, enough for a young boy of Yang Junshan's age to eat for half a year.

Among his peers in Tuqiu village, Yang Junshan was also quite rich, but now Yang Junshan's 12-year-old body was full of a soul that had gone through a century of vicissitudes, what could 200 stone coins do?

Han Xiumei asked Yang Junshan to have breakfast. Yang Junshan had to put the box back to its place. He thought when he went to the Grass Market later, he would take them with him in case he came across something useful.

When Yang Junshan stepped out of the hut, his second brother grabbed his cloth and looked at Yang Junping nervously. Yang Junshan asked inexplicably, "What's wrong? Didn't Mom ask you to have breakfast?"

Yang Junping said, "You forgot to teach Zhang Huzi a lesson for me the day before yesterday. Today I have made an appointment with him. If you go to the Grass Market later, who will fight against him? I, Qianhai and Baoliang are much weaker than him. I heard that he is about to succeed in the second spiritual acupoint. His strength has nearly doubled in comparison with that before his practice. If the second acupoint succeeds in cultivating, his force will be even stronger."

At this time, how could Yang Junshan have the mind to participate in the children's fight? He said directly, "Ask him to postpone the date. When I come back from the Grass Market. I will beat the pants out of him!"

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But after that, Yang Junshan was shocked. It seemed that something similar had happened in his previous life. It seemed that at that time he himself refused his second brother as he did then. The stubborn second brother eventually ran to fight against others, but eventually he lost a terrible fight. After nearly two or three months, they talked little.

However, Yang Junshan's self-confidence had been hit when he returned from Baiqueshan Mountain. He was very muddled for some time and did not notice his brother's situation at all.

After that, Yang Junshan's position among his peers in Tuqiu village fell sharply because of his "fear of fighting", and at that time, Yang Junshan did not care about that at all.

Yang Junping saw that his eldest brother ignored his request, he became anxious. Afraid of being heard by Han Xiumei, he whispered, "We've bet with money. If you don't go, we'll lose."

Yang Junshan heard his words, halted. "How dare you a little boy gamble for money with your eldest brother, how much was your stake?"

Yang Junping laughed flatteringly and said, "I bet with 10 stone coins, and Qianhai and Baoliang bet with 20 stone coins, totaled thirty coins. Zhang Huzi also gave thirty coins. Whoever wins, thirty coins belongs to them."

Yang Junshan turned his eyes and said, "You bet on me and I can't get a single stone coin. No way, I want half of the money I win!"

Yang Junping looked happy and said, "Brother, you are not going to the grass market?"

Yang junshan said arrogantly, "Humph, how long will it take to clean up Zhang Huzi's bastard?" After breakfast, make an appointment with him. I will beat him down in half an hour and come back to the grass market with Dad!"

Yang Junping didn't believe it and said, "Half an hour?"

Yang Junshan couldn't see his brother's unbelieving eyes. He was instantly reluctant to say, "You don't believe me, then I won't go, do it yourself!"

Yang Junping saw his eldest brother angry, and quickly caught hold of Yang Junshan, who pretended to go. "I trust you, but eldest brother, do you agree that if you win, I will give you ten coins?"

"Get away!"

Spiritual rice and cakes made Yang Junshan and his two siblings have rounded stomachs. After the meal, Yang Junshan and Yang Junping slipped out of the house while Yang Tiangang was inspecting the packed animals.

Yang Junping complained when he walked along: "I ate too much. Say, why did Mom cook spiritual rice today, and I am so stuffed, how could we fight with Zhang Huzi later?

Yang Junshan laughed and said, "You just ate the most, like a reborn starving ghost."

Yang Qianhai and Yang Baoliang, the playmates of Yang Junshan brothers, were not much different in age from Yang Junshan brothers. Yang Qianhai and Yang Junshan were around twelve years old, and their intelligence were fifth-class, which was lower than Yang Junshan's. Yang Baoliang was one year younger than Yang Qianhai and had higher intelligence than Yang Qianhai. He and Yang Junshan were generally fourth-class, with two spiritual acupoints.

Their father Yang Tieniu and Yang Qingniu were the branch of the Yang family in Qingshi Town, Chenyu County. Since childhood, they had been Yang Tiangang's friends. Three years ago, Yang Tiangang separated from his family and found him a full-time post in Tuqiu Village, Waste Land Town, Mengyu County. Together, Yang Tieniu and Yang Qingniu came to Tuqiu Village with Yang Tiangang.

Now Yang Tiangang could firmly occupy the leader position of Tuqiu Village not only because of his exceptional mastery of the second level of Warrior Realm, but also owing to the great assistance offered by these two clansmen.

When the four finally gathered under a huge pagoda tree in the west of the village, Yang Qianhai and Yang Baoliang had already begun their practice of Magic Incantation on Earthshaking, which was exclusive to the clansmen of the Yang family and was inferior to Spiritual Incantation on Earthshaking as well as Yang Junshan's 5H-earth Spiritual Incantation.

With the help of Yang Tiangang, Yang Qianhai's father had sought a low-grade spiritual article for him. Qianhai's spiritual acupoint was in his soles and recently he had been refining it, so he looked quite awkward when walking. Besides, it might take long to finish refining because of his fifth-class intelligence. So he might be walking in this clumsy manner for quite a long time.

Yang Qianhai looked at Yang Junshan up and down and said delightedly, "Brother Shan, you look quite different this time. Have you been using the Khaki Spiritual Stone to refine your spiritual acupoint? If so, we are sure to win!" Yang Junshan patted on his chest, assuring them, "Defeating Zhang Huzi is a snap. I'll beat the crap out of him this time just as I smote him to tears last year!"

On hearing this, Yang Baoliang, a thin figure who was of the same height as Yang Junshan though one year younger, said with worry, "Brother Shan, Zhang Huzi has been refining his spiritual acupoint in his right hand with extracts of dark steel after that defeat and has doubled his strength. It's said that his hand can even punch through a sandbag. Don't be hit!"

Yang Junshan smirked. Doubling strength was possible, but punching through sandbags was totally a bullshit. Perhaps Zhang Huzi could make it if he continuously punched a certain part of the sandbag.

The appointed battle land was on the threshing ground in the northern village. Zhang Huzi and his other four fellows had already arrived together with seven or so kids of the similar age. Obviously, they were eager to come and look on this appointed fight.

At the sight of the Yangs, Zhang Huzi and his peers roared, "Yang Junshan, you shameful coward! I thought you dare not to come!"

Although Zhang Huzi was of the same age as Yang Junshan, he had a huge stature. He was half a forehead taller than Yang and even looked burlier than him.

Zhang Huzi's father was the most skillful blacksmith in Tuqiu Village and was called Blacksmith Zhang. He was capable of forging low-grade implements and was very prestigious as one of the handful masters of Warrior Realm.

Before Yang Tiangang's arrival, he was a competent candidate for the head of Tuqiu Village. He exerted his utmost effort for this position but his ambition was frustrated by Yang Tiangang. As a result, the Zhang and the Yang, two families were in an inharmonious relationship. When Yang Tiangang drilled a spirit well, Zhang was among the heads of troublemakers.

Seeing Zhang Huzi unscrupulously standing on the center of the threshing ground, Yang Junshan showed no fear. He trotted to them, flung his hands, and scorned, "You can't wait your Brother Shan to give you a good beating, right? Have you already forgotten what happened last year?"

Zhang Huzi flushed at once. They fought one year ago on the same threshing ground because Zhang scoffed Yang Junshan was a crap in the public after knowing Yang's fourth-class intelligence. However, it turned out that Zhang Huzi was smitten to tears and was laughed at by peers in the village.

Apparently, Zhang's comeback was a revenge for his last shameful defeat. He learned that Yang Junshan hadn't used any spiritual article to refine his spiritual acupoint. Zhang had a third-class intelligence and already successfully refined his first spiritual acupoint with a medium-grade spirit dark steel extract, so he was assured it was an optimal opportunity for a forceful revenge for his advantage over Yang.

Unexpectedly, Yang Junshan mentioned the humiliating past again the moment they conversed. Zhang's eyes soon got red. He roared and dashed to scuffle with Yang.

Yang dodged instantly and then said, "Stop!"

Zhang, flinging his swarthy fist, shouted, "Scared cat! Are you afraid?"

Yang glanced at his steel-like fist, and then smirked, "Who fears! But where is your stake? What if you're defeated again but refuse to pay your stone coins?"

Zhang Huzi glared with anger, exclaimed, "Deadbeat? Fetch my coins!"

A fellow behind Zhang quickly threw a black pack to him. Zhang pulled open the pack, tossing the coins up with a clang, and sneered, saying, "Look with your eyes, thirty coins, what about yours?"

Hardly did Yang Qianhai take out their collected stone coins when he observed the sudden conversion of expression to an extreme astonishment on Yang Junshan's face. "What? Only thirty? We reached an agreement of thirty coins per capita, didn't we? You should bet 150 stone coins because you have five persons in total," Junshan marveled.