After enjoying a meal at Zuixiang Building, Zhao Letian headed straight for the Zhao Mansion.
The Zhao Mansion was located on the most bustling street in Qingzhou City, covering a vast area of thousands of acres. The buildings and pavilions were distributed in a staggered manner, exuding grandeur.
Not long after, Zhao Letian arrived at the entrance of the Zhao Mansion.
"Eh? Isn't this Young Master Letian? The pride of our Zhao Mansion has returned, welcoming Young Master Letian!"
"Hmph, what pride? Haven't you heard? He has already lost all his cultivation and has become a waste. Furthermore, with his special identity, his status in the Zhao Mansion will probably be even lower than yours and mine. There's no need to show him any respect!"
At the entrance of the Zhao Mansion, one of the gatekeepers quickly bowed to greet Zhao Letian, while the other one disdainfully scoffed and looked down on Zhao Letian arrogantly.
"Ah? His cultivation is all gone, turned into a waste? If that's the case, he indeed doesn't deserve our grand salutation. After all, he's not truly one of the Zhao Family!" Hearing this, the person who bowed initially was shocked, and immediately his attitude towards Zhao Letian changed. The respect on his face quickly turned into contempt and indifference, and he straightened his back swiftly.
"How dare you!"
Seeing this, Zhao Letian's face suddenly grew somber, and he coldly snorted indifferently. With a casual wave of his hand, the formidable waves of the Primordial Martial Sixth Realm surged out like torrential waves, directly hitting the two men and causing them to spit blood and fly backward.
"You, you, you actually crippled our cultivation?"
"Damn it! My Qi Sea is shattered, I can no longer cultivate! You said his cultivation was all gone, turned into a waste, how could it be like this? You damn fool me as well!"
The two men heavily smashed against the wall and fell down, their faces contorting in pain, looking at Zhao Letian with shock and anger.
"Hmph! Two mere Primordial Martial Third Realm servants, daring to act so presumptuously in front of their master. Crippling your cultivation is still light, sparing your lives is already showing mercy. Get lost, Zhao Mansion has no need for such wicked servants like you." Zhao Letian coldly snorted and directly stepped into the Zhao Mansion.
The winding and secluded pathways within Zhao Mansion saw Zhao Letian encountering many individuals. However, whether they were servants or kin and friends, most of them wore expressions of schadenfreude. Some even openly showed disdain and contempt, almost directly cursing him as rubbish.
"Heh, it seems that no matter which world one is in, there are always opportunistic villains, especially in this world where the strong are venerated. Without strength, you are nothing." Zhao Letian secretly bitter-smiled. In his memory, these people's attitudes towards him were not like this. They used to revere him as the pride and hope of the Zhao Family, highly esteemed, and even if someone was envious, they dared not show it so clearly. However, now that they knew he had lost his cultivation, their attitudes had undergone a complete one-eighty change, which was too opportunistic.
However, Zhao Letian didn't really care about others' attitudes, as long as they didn't provoke him.
"Hmm? It's them, Zhao Kang, Zhao Lingshan." As he walked, Zhao Letian suddenly frowned and saw several people approaching, led by a young man and a young woman in splendid robes, approximately of similar age to him, about fifteen or sixteen, surrounded by many people, evidently holding a special status in the Zhao Mansion.
In fact, Zhao Letian knew that Zhao Kang was the son of the third elder of the Zhao Family, with cultivation at the Spirit Martial Seventh Realm, while Zhao Lingshan was the precious daughter of the Family Head of the Zhao Family, Eldest Master Zhao, with an unfathomably deep cultivation level. Even Zhao Letian couldn't easily see through her; this meant that her cultivation was almost on par with his peak period, and at the very least, it was at the Peak of Primordial Martial Eighth Realm.
"Zhao Letian? You are actually still alive?" The rather attractive Zhao Lingshan, upon seeing Zhao Letian, spoke with some surprise. The information they had received earlier was that Zhao Letian's cultivation had been crippled, and he had been thrown into a lake to feed the fishes.
"Hmph, so what if he's not dead? His cultivation has been crippled, and now he has become useless. In this mid-year assessment, there will no longer be a place for him!" Zhao Kang, looking sleazy on the side, glanced at Zhao Letian, scoffed coldly, and ruthlessly mocked him. His eyes also carried a hint of smugness.
In past years, be it the mid-year assessment or the annual meeting at the end of the year, Zhao Kang was never able to match Zhao Letian; he could only hide in a corner, secretly resenting Zhao Letian for surpassing their peers and gaining supreme glory. This time, he seemed to have finally seen a glimmer of hope to turn the tables on Zhao Letian, and naturally, he felt extremely smug.
Hearing this, Zhao Lingshan's expression shifted slightly. Her gaze towards Zhao Letian gradually lost interest and even became cold; a cripple no longer deserved to be looked at squarely by her.
Zhao Letian, seeing this, simply coldly smiled in his heart, then took a deep look at Zhao Kang before moving forward. Zhao Kang, this trash, who in the past wouldn't dare to speak loudly in front of him, now dared to insult him face-to-face as a cripple. He, Zhao Letian, would remember this. He was too busy today, but he would settle this account another day.
"Lingshan, let's go too. Now that this bastard has turned into a cripple, in this mid-year assessment, I doubt anyone could compete with you for the title of the Zhao Family's top genius," Zhao Kang disdainfully glanced at Zhao Letian walking past him, then immediately started flattering Zhao Lingshan with a servile expression.
"That's not necessarily true. As far as I know, your elder brother and the one from the second uncle's family have both stepped into the Primordial Martial Ninth Realm, haven't they? I'm not completely certain that I can overpower both of them." Zhao Lingshan shook her head, yet her tone was very confident, obviously not afraid of the two people she mentioned.
"Hehe, Lingshan, you are too modest. My big brother's strength is not bad, but compared to you, there's still a gap. Let's not talk about this anymore; let's go," said Zhao Kang with a slightly proud look on his face, but not daring to offend Zhao Lingshan, he ended with a laugh.
Zhao Lingshan nodded slightly, and then the two of them prepared to leave surrounded by a crowd.
"Stop!"
But unexpectedly, at that moment, Zhao Letian suddenly turned around, coldly staring at Zhao Kang and sternly shouted.
Others insulting him, Zhao Letian, as a cripple could perhaps still be temporarily endured, but calling him a bastard was crossing his line.
"Huh? Are you, this cripple, talking to me?" Zhao Kang turned around, looking at Zhao Letian with some amazement, seemingly unable to believe that Zhao Letian, now a cripple, dared to speak to him in such a commanding tone.
Simultaneously, Zhao Lingshan and others were also greatly surprised, looking at Zhao Letian as if unable to understand what this cripple was trying to do.
"One punch, if I lose, treat me as you wish; if you lose, slap yourself!"
Zhao Letian had no mood for nonsense with Zhao Kang and straightforwardly spoke in a deep voice.