Chapter 44: Registered Disciple

After Wang Gang drank the medicine given to him by Yang Fan, the wounds on his body began to heal. Within an hour, every trace of injury had vanished. He stood there, stunned, overwhelmed with shock. Just a short while ago, his body had been riddled with wounds, some so deep that bone was visible, and now, after taking Yang Fan’s medicine, he was already recovering. It was simply unbelievable, almost miraculous.

Though his wounds had healed, Wang Gang was still weak and his body felt drained of strength.

“How do you feel?” Yang Fan asked. The bottle of medicine he had given Wang Gang had cost him many rare and precious herbs to concoct—an exceptionally valuable potion. If it were sold on the market, it would fetch a price in the hundreds of millions. Yang Fan had a good impression of Wang Gang, so he was willing to give him a bottle to restore his health.

“Thank you for saving my life. I have no way to repay such a favor, but I am willing to serve you loyally for life,” Wang Gang said, hurriedly rising to his feet and kneeling before Yang Fan in gratitude. In Wang Gang’s eyes, Yang Fan was already a figure of legend, a man whose abilities were unfathomable. He recalled Yang Fan’s ruthless methods earlier—killing without shedding a single drop of blood, his strength truly formidable. Wang Gang believed Yang Fan must be a powerful master living in seclusion.

Yang Fan chuckled. “I was merely returning a favor. I am someone who distinguishes clearly between gratitude and enmity. If someone treats me well, I will repay them many times over.”

Hearing this, Wang Gang could only smile bitterly. He had stepped in to help Yang Fan with those thugs simply because he hadn’t recognized Yang Fan as a master. Had Yang Fan acted himself, those thugs would have met a far worse fate.

“Well, your injuries have healed. You may go,” Yang Fan said to Wang Gang.

But Wang Gang showed no intention of leaving. Instead, he gazed at Yang Fan and pleaded, “I hope you will accept me as your disciple.”

If he could become Yang Fan’s disciple, Wang Gang believed he would have the chance to learn true power, and then he could finally take revenge on his enemies. He had left the army for this very purpose, but had not expected his enemies to have a powerful protector, leading to his defeat and near death. If not for Yang Fan’s intervention, he would already be dead.

Yang Fan was a little surprised by Wang Gang’s request. The man before him had a strong constitution—superior by several levels to most people. If he were to train, he would certainly be a promising student.

“Tell me your purpose,” Yang Fan asked.

“I want revenge,” Wang Gang replied honestly.

“And why do you seek revenge?” Yang Fan asked, intrigued.

“My younger brother was killed. I must avenge him,” Wang Gang replied. He then recounted the whole story: Wang Gang’s brother’s girlfriend had caught the eye of a minor gang leader. That man had his henchmen secretly kidnap the girl, and Wang Gang’s brother was killed by the gangsters when he tried to resist. Learning of his brother’s murder, Wang Gang had returned from the army to seek revenge, but was unable to overcome the powerful ally his enemies had found, and was forced to flee.

“I can take you as a registered disciple,” Yang Fan said.

“Thank you, Master!” Wang Gang cried, immediately bowing his head in gratitude. He was elated; as long as Yang Fan was willing to teach him, his strength would surely grow, and he would be one step closer to avenging his brother.

“Your experience is similar to my own, which is why I’ve decided to help you settle this vendetta,” Yang Fan suddenly said.

Wang Gang was taken aback. If Yang Fan was willing to act, he believed those gangsters would have no chance of resisting.

Indeed, in his previous life, Yang Fan’s experience had been much like Wang Gang’s. Before he began cultivating, Yang Fan had been an upstanding young man on Earth, a squad leader in the army. When he learned that his brother had been killed by the underworld, he returned home to seek vengeance. Unlike Wang Gang, Yang Fan had personally slain his brother’s murderer, avenging his family. Though he had succeeded, he found himself surrounded by gangsters, with no way out. In the ensuing battle, he was stabbed countless times, his body covered in blood. In that moment, with his eyes bloodshot and vision clouded by rage, a powerful cultivator appeared and rescued him.

The cultivator saved Yang Fan because he had awakened the Blood Fiend Physique. After following the cultivator and training, Yang Fan was molded into an assassin. As his power grew, he was taken from Earth and brought into the wider universe, where, through rigorous cultivation, he eventually became a feared God of Slaughter.

“Master, my enemies have considerable power behind them. If you help me take revenge, you’re bound to attract unnecessary trouble,” Wang Gang said with concern. Deep down, he did not want Yang Fan to get involved. Becoming his registered disciple was more than enough. Once he finished his training, he could take his revenge in due time.

“It’s no matter,” Yang Fan replied calmly. “Now that you are my registered disciple, it is only natural for your master to help you settle your affairs. If you wish to raise your cultivation quickly, you must let go of your worldly burdens, or they will hinder your progress.”

After hearing this, Wang Gang could only nod in agreement.

“Master, the Scythe Society is actually a small branch of the Green Gang in Yanhuang. The headquarters of the Green Gang is overseas,” Wang Gang explained. “If we kill the leader of the Scythe Society, we’ll be offending the entire Green Gang, and that will bring immense trouble.”

“The Scythe Society is nothing to fear. As for the Green Gang, I do not fear them either. If they dare to come, I will see to it that none of them return,” Yang Fan said, his tone filled with pride. As his cultivation progressed, his confidence only grew. He believed that in this world, where spiritual energy was so scarce, there were no experts above the Saint Realm. Even those at the Transcendent Realm were exceedingly rare. If he reached the Transcendent Realm, he would likely become one of the most powerful beings in this world.

Seeing his master’s confidence, Wang Gang felt a surge of excitement. He did not doubt Yang Fan’s words, for the man’s strength was awe-inspiring. When such a man spoke, he did so with absolute assurance.

“Where are your enemies? I will go with you,” Yang Fan asked.

“They’re in a private club called Yun Jian in Jiang City—it’s the Scythe Society’s base of operations,” Wang Gang answered.

With the location known, Yang Fan instructed Wang Gang to lead the way. Night had already fallen—an excellent time to kill.

They took a car for ten minutes and stopped in front of the Yun Jian Club. As soon as they got out, Yang Fan saw six burly men in black standing guard at the entrance. These were Scythe Society members, posted at the door.

“The president of the Scythe Society, Wei Yanhe, is up on the fifth floor in a luxurious private room, along with the rest of the members,” Wang Gang whispered. “Once we’re inside, we’ll need to be careful.”

Having been inside before, Wang Gang was already familiar with the layout of the Yun Jian Club.

“It’s fine,” Yang Fan said, unconcerned. He was confident in dealing with ordinary men; even if they had guns, he would not be afraid.

Since Yang Fan was so confident, Wang Gang simply followed his lead.