Chapter 7: The Primordial Technique, Trouble Comes Knocking!-From Servant to Saint: The Path to Enlightenment(The mountains rise high beneath a small, distant moon.)

"Ah, ah, ah, it hurts! It hurts, let go, let go, you little bastard!"
The two servants let out piercing screams, their scalps nearly torn off by Shen Yan's grip as they struggled desperately, cursing furiously.
"Still daring to curse?"
Shen Yan flung them to the ground with a forceful toss, then planted his foot on the face of the foul-mouthed servant, pressing down sharply.
A splatter of blood, saliva, and teeth burst forth—the servant's face was nearly crushed under Shen Yan's heel, barely breathing, almost lifeless.
"Hmm?"
Shen Yan frowned, noticing the other servant's trousers soaked, a foul stench spreading through the air.
Jiang Qing lay unconscious, uncertain of life or death, and his companion was clearly beyond saving as well. Shen Yan's ruthlessness terrified the last servant so much he lost control of his bowels.
"Drag them back for me. Tell Steward Liu: if he dares provoke me again, I'll kill him too."
He crouched down, ignoring the other's terror and the stench around them, patting the servant’s face:
"Don’t think I’ll spare him just because he’s a steward. Push me too far, and I’ll slaughter his whole family."
With that, Shen Yan strode away.
His earlier plan had been to lure Steward Liu out to sea for a quiet resolution, but now that all pretenses had been dropped, he no longer cared to hide his intentions.
Steward Liu, shameless as he was, wasn't stupid. He was tasked by Mingyue with a mission; even with ten times the courage, he wouldn't risk losing his ability to go out to sea.
Returning to the Fishing Court, Shen Yan entered his own room.
The Yang Estate was vast and wealthy; to display its prestige, even the lowest servants had their own rooms. Though small, it was more than most could ever hope for.
After all, they were a group whose very lives belonged to the Yang Estate.
Sitting on his bed, replaying the scene in his mind, Shen Yan felt the transformation brought by the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Seal.
This sense of liberation, of clarity and satisfaction, was something gold, fame, or fortune could never match.
Only strength—his own strength—could ensure he would not be oppressed, not now, not ever.
"Martial arts! I must start training now!"

Shen Yan made up his mind: only power would elevate him above others.
Though he now possessed immense strength, he couldn’t fully harness it; only through martial training could he truly master his abilities.
There was a cultivation method known to all—even servants—in the Yang Estate: the Primordial Skill.
Yet though many knew of it, few could actually practice it.
To cultivate the Primordial Skill required a solid foundation from childhood, dietary supplements, herbal baths, and even several doctors to monitor progress, all to prevent mishaps that could damage the body.
Once mastered, the Primordial Skill not only increased strength and control over the body but also tempered the will.
Thus, even among the noble families of the Qian Kingdom, though resources were abundant, few chose the Primordial Skill for fear of its hardships.
Now, Shen Yan had no such concerns. With his mastery of Water Command, all the innate spiritual treasures of Jinzhou Bay were at his disposal, more than enough for cultivation.
Even if problems arose, the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Seal could heal him, letting him continue training.
As Shen Yan planned his path forward, Steward Liu stared grimly at the two corpses of his subordinates, his face dark.
"This little bastard Shen Yan, is he trying to rebel? How dare he kill people in the estate?"
As a steward, he had to bow and scrape before the nobles, but over servants like Shen Yan, he held the power of life and death.
Now, three subordinates sent to seize spiritual medicine for him had been beaten to death by Shen Yan—how could he not be furious?
"Steward, I don’t know how Shen Yan became so ruthless. Maybe we should..."
The last remaining servant shuddered at the memory of Shen Yan’s brutal blows and hurried to advise caution.
Smack!
Steward Liu, enraged by the suggestion, slapped him hard:
"He’s a servant, I’m the steward. I want to see if this little bastard really thinks he can overturn the heavens!"
Leaving behind a furious remark, he strode straight to Shen Yan’s room.
Thud, thud, thud-thud!
The urgent footsteps drew Shen Yan’s attention away from his thoughts as he glanced out the window.
Bang, bang, bang!
The door shook under heavy blows, and Steward Liu's voice grew shrill with anger:

"Shen Yan, get out here now."
Shen Yan's face chilled; it seemed the fate of those two servants hadn’t intimidated Steward Liu at all.
Unfazed, he opened the door, meeting Steward Liu’s water-dark expression with a cold voice:
"So, do you want to experience the taste of shattered bones as well?"
At these words, Steward Liu’s face contorted, his anger threatening to overwhelm his reason. He lunged forward, hand raised to strike Shen Yan.
Smack!
Shen Yan caught his hand, twisting it hard. Steward Liu’s face flushed dark as liver, but he still barked out:
"Shen Yan, you’re just a servant—how dare you lay hands on a steward? The estate will never forgive you."
Bang!
Shen Yan had no fear of Steward Liu’s threats. He kicked him in the chest, sending him flying, then narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly:
"Whether the estate forgives me is my business. But if the young lady learns you tried to steal her rewarded spiritual medicine, what do you think will happen to you?"
Shen Yan’s murderous intent surged, but he knew he couldn’t openly kill Steward Liu.
In the past, he might have been willing to die alongside Steward Liu, but now Steward Liu was nothing more than an ant to him—who would trade their life with an ant?
Servants fighting and killing each other was no rarity in the estate, but if a servant killed a steward, it was a breach of hierarchy—absolutely unforgivable.
If you kill a steward today, will you kill a master tomorrow? Will you rebel the day after?
So, for such disciplinary breaches, the estate always executed offenders without exception.
This was Steward Liu’s greatest reason for oppressing Shen Yan, but now that Shen Yan had invoked the young lady, he hesitated.
If he managed to seize the Blood Ginseng Pill, even if Shen Yan reported him, he could claim it was voluntarily offered.
The nobles would never believe Shen Yan had given up the pill, but they wouldn't make a big fuss—at most, a few words of rebuke.
They’d seen such things countless times, and were often more skilled at taking what they wanted than Steward Liu.
But if failing to seize the pill led to trouble in the estate, it would mark him as an incompetent steward, and the young lady would surely punish him then.