Yu Yifan stood outside the courtyard. His facial expression gradually changed, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. From a young age, he had grown up amidst countless compliments as the son of Manifest City’s city lord. When he was born, all the clans in the city came to celebrate his birth.3

When he was three, he displayed outstanding talent in cultivation, surpassing many of his peers. He had missed several assessments and waited many years to become famous with one shot, but Liu Wuxie ultimately snatched all the glory and honor.0

He could put up with that. But what happened today was a resounding slap to his face. After all, even Profound Grade students would cooperate obediently if he demanded.0

“Young Master, why don’t we break the courtyard and teach him a lesson?” The two lackeys behind Yu Yifan were furious. They were loyal to Manifest City as the city lord nurtured them. Upon seeing the young master humiliated, they naturally felt obliged to step forward.0

“No need. Let’s go!” Yu Yifan took a deep breath to suppress his anger. He would’ve acted already if violence could resolve...0