Immortal-Exterminating Divine Venerable

'How can there be two Young Master Yangs? And this one's aura… this is clearly a powerful Martial Arts Demigod!'

Yan Chixiao stared in utter shock at the man who had suddenly appeared and sent his own brother flying with a single slap.

Because this was, unmistakably, Yang Xiao.

The two looked almost identical, with the only difference being the color of their hair and eyes.

One had black hair and black eyes, while the other had red hair and blue eyes.

But whether it was their aura or their appearance, the two were the same. They were clearly the same person.

'Could it be that this is Young Master Yang's true body? Or maybe a Clone?'

But regardless of which was the true body and which was the Clone, Yan Chixiao knew he was in deep trouble.

He could no longer be bothered with anything else and hurriedly shouted, "Young Master! Young Master! It is my fault for failing to discipline my brother, which caused him to offend you. I beg for your forgiveness, Young Master!"

As he spoke, he dropped to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

In response, Yang Xiao's expression remained indifferent.

He said nothing.

Just then, in the distance, Yan Chiyun staggered back to his feet.

Seeing his brother in such a state, his earlier arrogance vanished without a trace.

He might be arrogant, but he wasn't a fool.

He could naturally tell that the person he had assumed to be a Mortal was no Mortal at all, but an expert who had reached at least the Martial Arts Demi-God Realm.

Faced with such an expert, how could Yan Chiyun, who had just stepped into Daoist Tier One, dare to show the slightest bit of pride?

It wasn't just him. The other Immortal Daoist Tier Cultivators—whether they had been defiant, resentful, or just eager to watch a good show—all obediently lowered their heads at this moment.

They already had Poison Pills inside them, and now that they had witnessed Yang Xiao's power, they naturally didn't dare to harbor any rebellious thoughts.

In fact, many had already begun to consider how they could perform meritorious deeds in the upcoming battle against the Yan Family to curry favor with this new master.

And as it happened, that fellow Yan Chixiao had caused just such an incident.

This might just be their chance to take his place.

At this thought, the minds of these Daoist Tier Cultivators immediately sprang to life.

In contrast, while Yan Chiyun recognized he had made a mistake, he still hadn't grasped the severity of the situation, unlike his brother Yan Chixiao and the other Immortal Cultivators, even at this point.

He just kept his head down.

He didn't even utter a word of apology.

Clearly, he still felt that as a genius, he deserved preferential treatment.

For a person like this, Yang Xiao instantly lost all interest.

He glanced at Yan Chixiao, who was still kowtowing.

He did feel some lingering goodwill toward the man.

After all, he was the first Immortal Cultivator to pledge allegiance to him, and he had proven to be quite useful.

However, with what had just happened, wouldn't people look down on him if he didn't do something?

'Think I'm soft-hearted and weak?'

So, he spoke.

"Alright, get up. Though you are at fault, I will forgive you this once on account of your past contributions. Now, clean this up. I have other tasks for you, so don't waste any more time."

Yang Xiao said faintly.

When Yan Chixiao heard him speak, and the first half of the sentence was to forgive him, no less, his heart instantly relaxed.

But when the second half came out, he froze completely.

'Clean up? Clean what up?'

Yan Chixiao was bewildered.

Yang Xiao, however, frowned.

'I've already made myself perfectly clear. Is this guy really going to play dumb with me?'

Just then, one of the Immortal Cultivators stepped forward. "Young Master, it seems Brother Chixiao can't bring himself to do it. He is his own brother, after all. Why not let me, Yan Chifeng, handle this matter?"

"Yan Chifeng? What are you saying..."

Yan Chixiao replied subconsciously, and then, in a flash, he understood everything.

In truth, he wasn't a foolish person. He just hadn't considered that possibility for a moment. Or perhaps, just as Yan Chifeng had said, he couldn't bear to do it, which was why he hadn't understood Yang Xiao's meaning.

But now, Yan Chifeng had spelled it out.

Moreover, he saw the look of disappointment on Yang Xiao's face.

Yan Chixiao's heart jolted.

"Y-Young Master, please let me do it."

His voice trembled, but in the end, Yan Chixiao made his decision.

He had lived a long life and seen too many struggles. He knew very well that if he couldn't give the Young Master a satisfactory answer right now, if he really let Yan Chifeng snatch this task away, then his own future would be over.

Although he resented Yan Chifeng for kicking him while he was down, he had no time to hesitate. So, Yan Chixiao strode toward his younger brother, Yan Chiyun.

Seeing his brother approach, Yan Chiyun began to panic.

'What do I do? No, this can't be happening. I don't believe my brother would really do this to me!'

He had, of course, heard what Yang Xiao and Yan Chifeng had said.

He just never imagined that Yang Xiao would actually order someone to kill him—and that this person would be his own brother.

At this moment, Yan Chiyun finally realized that his so-called talent was utterly worthless in the eyes of some people. If he dared to offend them, he would have to pay the price.

And that price was likely one he could not bear.

Right now, his only hope was that his brother would spare him.

However, he never considered that Yan Chixiao had tried to stop him time and time again, yet he had still acted.

He clearly knew his brother's life was in Yang Xiao's hands, yet he acted selfishly anyway. This behavior had also taken root in Yan Chixiao's heart.

It had become a thorn.

'If that brat had actually managed to capture Young Master Yang Xiao back then, with his strength, he probably couldn't have hurt Young Master Yang Xiao in the slightest. But with just a single thought, the Young Master could have made the poison kill me. Didn't that brat Chiyun think of that? Or perhaps, he simply didn't care? Because I'm the one who was poisoned, not him!'

As he thought this, Yan Chixiao's heart gradually hardened.

"Bro, you're not really going to attack me, are you?"

But at this moment, Yan Chiyun couldn't read the situation and said with a wronged expression, "I was just being mischievous for a moment! Bro, why don't you plead with Young Master Yang Xiao again? I'll never do it again, I swear! I promise!"

A pity.

"If you had knelt and begged for mercy earlier, I, as your older brother, would have pleaded for you no matter what. But you clearly saw me kneeling to beg on your behalf, yet you just stood there ramrod straight. Do you even see me as your brother in your heart?"

Yan Chixiao said faintly.

But his hand was already raised.

Yan Chiyun's expression changed drastically. He knew his brother was truly going to strike. With a flicker of his body, he tried to escape.

But at a time like this, would Yan Chixiao, whose power far surpassed his own, let him go?

Impossible.

With a flicker of his own, he appeared in front of his younger brother, Yan Chiyun, and brought his palm down directly.

Only a SPLAT! was heard.

He slapped Yan Chiyun on the head, instantly obliterating him into a bloody mist.

Then, without wiping the blood from his face, Yan Chixiao knelt before Yang Xiao once more.

"Young Master, it was my failure to teach my brother properly that allowed him to offend you so grievously. Although you said that cleaning this up would be enough for my merits to offset my demerits, the more I think about it, the more I feel I have let you down. So..."

As he said this, Yan Chixiao grabbed his own right arm and brutally tore it off.

He didn't cry out once during the entire process.

Though his face twitched and his body was wracked with extreme pain, he still clenched his jaw tightly.

Only after he was done did he say, "I am willing to offer an arm to beg for the Young Master's forgiveness, and to remind myself never to make such a mistake again!"

Seeing this, all the Immortal Cultivators present were completely stunned.

Even Yang Xiao himself couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

But he immediately nodded, stepped forward personally, and helped Yan Chixiao up.

"Since you have shown me your sincerity, I will still entrust you with the task of sweeping through the Yan Family. As for this arm... what's lost is lost. I'll give you a better one!"

With that, Yang Xiao picked up the severed arm from the ground, his fingers beginning to tap rapidly across it.