Chapter 102: Brave Mother

Her small frame trembled slightly; she couldn't help clenching her fists, furtively lifted her head, waiting for Brother Chuyang's answer.

Chen Churan proudly gazed at her second older brother. This time I have Mother's help. See if you still won't obediently surrender—Spirit Sword Sect, whether you like it or not, you have to go; it's not up to you. In this family, it's not yet the second older brother's say.

Chen Chuyang was speechless. Indeed, as expected, he knew Mother Long Ming going up the mountain certainly wasn't anything good; indeed, it was his sister meddling, becoming someone else's disciple—not what Chen Chuyang wanted, nor did he want to go to Spirit Sword Sect; that place was too conspicuous, his cultivation method, his special way of training, would be exposed; by then, Chen Chuyang would be the real danger.

He currently lacks sufficient strength to protect himself; he does not believe that after reaching the third layer of the Hunyuan Dao Scripture and condensing a Golden Core, he would be invincible under heaven. In a great sect like Spirit Sword Sect, there must be some old monsters hidden; once he draws their attention, he has no confidence escaping, let alone his sister also being in Spirit Sword Sect—if anything happens, his family would become his weakness.

After weighing the options, not going is safest; staying on Longshe Shan, no one can hinder him, and he needn't worry about exposure—once Longshe Shan's formation is fully formed, Chen Chuyang will have nothing to worry about.

"Mother, please sit."

"Okay."

Long Ming happily sat down, then watched as her two sons sat together; son Chen Chuyang was brewing tea, took out the stored fruit, and offered it to Mother Long Ming and Shang Hongxue to eat; Shang Hongxue took the spirit fruit, hadn't eaten it, had eaten several, and still hadn't fully digested them.

Among the three women present, only younger sister Chen Churan had no spirit fruit, not even a cup of tea—the disparity was obvious.

This difference is obvious even to the blind.

Chen Churan had been waiting for the spirit fruit to arrive; as a result, I raised my hand, but you didn't give me.

"Second older brother, what about mine?"

Chen Chuyang belatedly said, "Oh, you're here too."

Chen Churan: "……"

Shang Hongxue's mouth twitched, she barely held it in, preventing herself from laughing out loud.

Long Ming, however, had no such reservations and burst out laughing with a "puchi" sound.

"Hehehehe."

Laughter is contagious; Shang Hongxue joined in mocking, at this moment Chen Churan was like a clown, restless.

She gave a sideways glance at her second older brother, reaching out without the slightest shame.

"Give me the spirit fruit."

Chen Chuyang slowly handed her a spirit fruit, saying softly, "I thought you had left; who knew you were still here—if you'd said so earlier, how could I not give you spirit fruit? You are my sister after all."

"……"

All three women present fell silent.

They lifted their heads, stared at Chen Chuyang, never expecting him to be so aggravating.

Anyone else would have already flicked their sleeves and left.

No matter who Chen Churan is, she won't be defeated by her brother; sitting beside Mother, she received the spirit fruit, thanked him, then said, "Second older brother, you still haven't answered Mother's question: why won't you come with me to Spirit Sword Sect? Do you still have some attachment?"

Her gaze shifted from Chen Chuyang to Shang Hongxue; both women, yet the disparity in treatment is too great.

Mother's preferential treatment she cannot match; could it be that even a mere Shang Hongxue, I am inferior to her?

Yes, Chen Churan is jealous.

Shang Hongxue felt uneasy, her hands pressed firmly on her knees.

Long Ming pulled her daughter close and said, "What are you saying? Shang Hongxue hasn't offended you; don't speak nonsense, don't intimidate her."

Chen Churan widened her eyes, looking at Mother with an expression of disbelief.

Brother is like this, Mother, you too?

Why does everyone treat me differently?

"What are you looking at? Am I wrong? Churan, if you have something to say, just say it plainly—stop being all sarcastic."

"You have no respect; that's your second older brother, your elder—if you keep talking like that, watch out, I'll beat you."

Raising her hand, she really meant to hit someone.

Chen Churan was completely dumbfounded.

Chen Chuyang handed over a stick: "Mother, don't stand on ceremony, don't hold back—hit her as hard as you like; my sister really deserves a beating lately—you don't know how she constantly treats me this way, occasionally going up the mountain to cause trouble for me."

"My son is the type who dares to be angry but not speak up; if it were just like this toward me, I'd endure it, but she also targets Shang Hongxue."

Upon hearing this, Long Ming exclaimed, "How unreasonable!"

Shang Hongxue is the daughter-in-law she has taken a liking to—a genuine, bona fide daughter-in-law.

Her son, just jilted, finally found a woman willing to follow him; if you drive her away, who will be his daughter-in-law?

She has been waiting to hold a grandson; her eldest son offers no hope, but now she finally sees a glimmer—her younger son, having surpassed the elder, will give her a big, fat grandson to hug; how could she let her daughter ruin that?

No one can ruin this.

Not even her biological daughter.

"Come, Chen Churan, come with me."

"Mother, I don't have."

"Don't shout so loudly."

"Mother, I... ahhh."

The scene of motherly kindness and filial piety makes people happy.

Chen Chuyang watched the whole scene, cheering from the sidelines.

Sometimes feeling the beating wasn't strong enough, he urged Mother to use more force.

Shang Hongxue saw this scene and froze again.

Blinking, she didn't understand why things had suddenly turned out this way; it seemed beyond her expectations.

Her little eyes fixed on Chen Chuyang, utterly bewildered.

Chen Chuyang laughed: "See? This is my mother; even little Chen Churan dares to provoke my mother's dignity—she's asking for death."

Shang Hongxue kept nodding; she herself didn't dare to challenge—it's too frightening.

After a full quarter-hour of beating, Chen Churan returned, supporting her sore buttocks—it hurt.

Just watching it hurts.

Little sister, I told you earlier not to be so reckless; this time even your second brother won't help you.

Next time, don't be like that, okay?

Chen Churan raised her head in shock, glaring at Chen Chuyang; if it weren't for this person, how would I have gotten beaten?

Clearly I'm the one who found the helper, so why has he become my second brother's weapon?

Got beaten.

Mother hit too hard, not indulging her at all.

But I can't resist, after all, who made her my mother?

Chen Chuyang!

I'm here. Chen Chuyang smiled and said to his mother: "Mother, look, she's still being so insolent."

Long Ming stood up again and picked up the stick.

Come on, Chen Churan, come over here; today I will properly teach you what rules are and what the Chen Clan's family law is.

No, Mother, Mom, I was wrong, the daughter was wrong, the daughter dares not do it again.

Ahhh.

Don't hit me anymore, Mother, I really was wrong.

The beating scene was very violent.

Chen Chuyang sipped tea while teasing: "See? That's what happens when you act smug; my mother might not necessarily side with her, this little girl fighting me doesn't know life or death."

Shang Hongxue looked at Chen Churan, then at Long Ming, and finally at Chen Chuyang.

She lowered her voice, worried: "Brother Chuyang, aren't you afraid something will happen?"

Treating her own sister like this, Chen Churan is certainly not one to take it lying down; she will definitely retaliate.

By then, Brother Chuyang will surely suffer.

Tch, what's there to fear? When soldiers come, generals block them; when water comes, earth dams it.

What tricks could Chen Churan possibly have? Nothing more than the usual three.

One cry, two tantrums, three suicide attempts—once you're used to it, you become immune.