The Rebellious Son Becomes a God

"Wanting me to only take the imperial examination route and give up the idea of cultivation forever? Dream on!"

Jiang Li secretly swore in his heart. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to get up from the ground.

"How ridiculous! I always thought it was Lady Wang who was behind the scenes, preventing me from cultivating. I never expected it was you, my dear father, all along. How wonderful!"

Such a ruthless means had completely shattered the last bit of expectation for family affection in his heart.

Jiang Li was full of doubts and really couldn't figure out why Jiang Zhenting treated him like this.

But in this situation, thinking about it wouldn't help anyway. All he needed to know was that Jiang Zhenting was restricting him and even didn't hesitate to ruin his cultivation. Jiang Li's eyes were bloodshot as he secretly made up his mind,"I must leave this place and become stronger! Sooner or later, I'll make you all regret it!"

Bracing himself, he made his way back to the Chunlai Courtyard. Although the Chunlai Courtyard was much better than the previous Zhiqiu Courtyard, there were still hardly any people living around it, which actually suited Jiang Li's liking.

Among the maids arranged by Lady Wang for him, only one was guarding the entrance at this time. The other one must have been impatient to run to Lady Wang to report the news and seek rewards.

"Go away too. Tell that other maid that she's not allowed to come and disturb me without being summoned."

Jiang Li said feebly to the maid at the door.

The maid was just about to open her mouth to say something when Jiang Li shot her a fierce look and shouted coldly,"Get out!"

The maid was so frightened by Jiang Li's imposing manner that she took a few steps back.

She didn't come to her senses until she heard a "bang" as the door closed behind her.

This Fifth Young Master usually pretended not to notice when others bullied him. Why was he so angry today?

That look in his eyes just now was just like the master's. It was really terrifying.

The maid patted her chest with lingering fear. Then she thought that she had Lady Wang to back her up. Why should she be afraid of him?

She snorted coldly,"Humph, we don't even want to serve you!" Then she turned around and left angrily.

Jiang Li, lying on the floor, was gasping for breath. He opened his shirt, and a protruding blood-red palm print on his chest was shocking. Jiang Zhenting's two attacks had precisely hit the same spot. Although the physical damage was still bearable, the ruthlessness aimed at ruining his spiritual soul almost drove him to despair.

This palm print was like a shackle, trying to firmly imprison him in the cage of mediocrity, leaving him with no chance to turn things around.

"Huh, wanting to ruin my spiritual soul and turn me into a mediocre person forever? Impossible!" Jiang Li gritted his teeth, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

If he didn't repair his spiritual soul, let alone continue to cultivate, he was afraid that even his daily activities would be greatly affected, not to mention the imperial examination half a month later and escaping from this Jiang Mansion and pursuing the path of strength in the future.

The imperial examination was his chance to prove himself, and escaping from here and becoming stronger was the only way for him to regain his freedom and dignity. He couldn't give up just because of such setbacks.

At that moment, Jiang Li endured the severe pain coming from his spiritual soul with great difficulty, adjusted his sitting posture laboriously, crossed his legs, formed seals with his hands, and began to activate the Yangyu in his spiritual soul, pouring spiritual power into it to stimulate its effect.

At first, due to the serious damage to his spiritual soul, the flow of spiritual power in his meridians was extremely sluggish. The meridians connected to the spiritual soul had already been broken, and spiritual power had to play the role of a bridge. Threads of spiritual power rushed into the broken parts of the meridians and extended towards the spiritual soul.

This process was like diverting water in a dried-up riverbed. Every thread of spiritual power had to break through numerous obstacles as it moved forward, and each breakthrough brought new and intense pain.

The pain made cold sweat pour down Jiang Li's forehead, and his body trembled slightly out of control.

However, he clenched his teeth tightly and kept repeating in his heart,"Spirit is born from heaven and earth, and primordial energy permeates the universe!"

As the Yangyu was activated, wisps of weak spiritual power slowly gathered at the damaged parts of the spiritual soul, just like little stars trying to illuminate the dark night sky.

Jiang Li focused all his attention on guiding these strands of spiritual power, allowing them to nourish and repair the wounds of the spiritual soul bit by bit.

This feeling was like rebuilding a home on ruins. Each strand of spiritual power was like a cornerstone, tiny yet crucial.

Time slowly passed during this painful and arduous repair process. After half an hour.

Jiang Li felt that the originally tearing pain seemed to have lessened a little. There was also a hint of warmth in his spiritual soul, and the interrupted meridians faintly reconnected. However, there was still some distance from a complete restoration of the spiritual soul.

But at this moment, his body was already exhausted, and his spiritual power was almost depleted. If he forced himself to operate the cultivation method again, it might backfire.

"Cultivation, I must cultivate. Being weak and insignificant will only make me the fish on someone else's chopping block."

Jiang Li seemed to be possessed as he began to cultivate frantically.

There was a pent-up energy in his heart. It was his rebellion against Jiang Zhenting and also his pursuit of freedom in the future.

First, he practiced boxing in the courtyard. Every punch was filled with his resentment. The wind of his punches howled, making the surrounding air buzz.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, which slid down his cheeks, but he was completely unaware of it. He just kept waving his fists, as if he wanted to smash all the obstacles in front of him.

The speed at which he swung his fists became faster and faster, and the strength grew greater and greater. With each punch, a slight popping sound could be heard in the air.

One punch, two punches... Jiang Li kept punching tirelessly. His eyes were always fixed on the front, as if in that void, there were enemies he had to defeat and cages he had to break through.

His figure swayed in the courtyard, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, trying its best to break free from the shackles and regain freedom.

He practiced boxing and swordsmanship without stopping, focusing on his body and spiritual soul...

As time passed, Jiang Li's physical qi and blood became more and more vigorous. The originally blood-red palm print had subsided a lot. Like bamboo shoots after the spring rain, it was a case of breaking through to build anew.

However, he knew clearly in his heart that this was far from enough.

Whether it was the strength of his body or the realm of his spiritual soul, he was far behind Jiang Zhenting, and there was a huge gap between his current state and the powerful level he aspired to reach in his heart.

The night grew deeper, yet Jiang Li in the courtyard was still immersed in this frantic cultivation.

The moonlight shone on him, casting his thin figure.

While Jiang Li was cultivating like crazy, Jiang Zhenting came to a secret room alone.

He gently activated a mechanism, and with a slight sound of the mechanism turning, a painting slowly rose up.

The person in the painting was Jiang Li's mother—Luo Lengyan.

Jiang Zhenting stood quietly in front of the painting, staring at the familiar face. A complicated look flashed in his eyes as he murmured to himself,"This kid Jiang Li is truly talented. He's actually able to cultivate both the martial and spiritual paths. If he were properly trained, he would surely achieve great things in the future.

What a pity! How could such outstanding talent fall on him? He shouldn't have touched martial arts in the first place..."

He just stared at the painting on the wall, lost in thought.

It wasn't until a long time had passed and the sky gradually began to brighten with the first light of dawn that Jiang Zhenting slowly got up and put the painting away.