Chapter 19: My Son Has the Look of a False Saint?

"Not a problem." Shang Yingnian covered his wound, blood still seeped, and he said indifferently, "It's only a little wind and frost, right, Hongchen?"

Shang Hongchen stared in shock at the streak of red on the blade; her sword pierced her father's defense and wounded him.

At that moment, she was completely bewildered.

"Father, I didn't do it on purpose, I'll …"

"Don't, don't come over; stay where you are and don't move, I beg you as a father."

Shang Yingnian was somewhat frightened by Baby daughter's sword, which was quite formidable—able to pierce his true steel—and that sword, at a glance, was clearly not an ordinary weapon, at least an artifact‑level implement.

Shang Yingnian certainly didn't want to be struck by another sword; this kind of pain, one try is enough, a second time is unnecessary.

"You two, if you want to fight, go ahead; can you not drag me into this? I'm innocent."

Shang Yingnian's words were addressed to Chen Chuyang; this kid is too scheming, even though he claims to be half his father‑in‑law, although his daughter Hongchen has broken off the engagement, it hasn't been fully completed—still one step away—and this kid took the opportunity to retaliate.

The outright revenge, Shang Yingnian could see it; this kid isn't as simple as his father, full of little schemes.

He is a cunning, deceitful little fox.

Chen Chuyang likewise evaluated Shang Yingnian, saying this old fox is no simple man—he actually endured his daughter's sword without any reaction; worthy of being the head of a family, such tolerance, such temperament, such depth, commands respect.

"Chen Chuyang, let go of my father, I will spare you."

"Shang Hongchen, I advise you to put down your sword; you don't want anything to happen to your father, do you?"

As soon as those words were spoken, Chen Chuyang couldn't help but have a thought: could I also …

"Ahem, I'm not that kind of person; although doing this is indeed satisfying, I could also stomp mercilessly on Hongchen's face."

From a certain perspective, Shang Hongchen is indeed quite beautiful, truly a great beauty of Longshe Cheng.

"You…"

"What? Me? Shang Hongchen, you only have one chance."

Chen Chuyang held down Shang Yingnian, threatening Shang Hongchen; this scene looked a bit… strange.

Shang Hongxue held her forehead, couldn't bear to look at Brother Chen Chuyang; he really is still that person, that's just too vile.

That expression, that tone, that manner—truly outstanding.

Shang Yue, seeing this side of Chen Chuyang for the first time, widened his eyes, somewhat in disbelief.

"Second sister, has Chen Chuyang always been like this?"

Shang Hongxue shook her head bitterly: "No, he wasn't like this before."

Maybe he changed later.

Yeah, very likely.

Perhaps elder sister's broken engagement caused this change in him; it must be that.

I see that his technique seems very practiced.

Thus we have Xiao Pangzi was a bit worried about elder sister; encountering such a shameless person could be disadvantageous.

"Not… not, right?"

Shang Hongxue herself was uncertain; looking at Chen Chuyang, he was indeed very practiced and also quite despicable, this demeanor begged for a beating.

Shang Hongchen was furious; how could this man be so vile and shameless, how dare he?

So many people are here, and he actually…

"Chen Chuyang, do you still have any shame? If you have the skill, let go of my father and duel me one‑on‑one."

"Do you think I'm foolish? I have a hostage in my hands; why would I duel you?"

With a hostage in hand, I ask you—do you dare to act?

Shang Yingnian blinked, signaling Chen Chuyang not to go too far; my daughter is not like other women—once she gets angry, she won't care about anything, and then they'll have a hard time.

"Ahem, Hongchen, listen to him, put down the sword, don't act recklessly."

Shang Yingnian could only cooperate with Chen Chuyang; a daughter wielding a sword is indeed dangerous, better to put it down.

Chen Chuyang was very satisfied with Shang Yingnian's cooperation; this old man is also scared.

Shang Hongchen slowly lowered the sword, both hands empty.

"Now you can let go of my father, right?"

"No problem."

Chen Chuyang verbally agreed, but had no intention of letting go.

Shang Yingnian raised an eyebrow, staring at Chen Chuyang: "Kid, you're almost done."

Chen Chuyang, completely unmindful, continued to threaten Shang Hongchen.

"Kneel."

"What?"

Shang Hongchen was bewildered; what did she hear? This man actually told her to kneel—has he gone mad?

Shang Hongchen, aside from her parents and master, would never kneel before anyone else.

She is very proud.

"Chen Chuyang, if you have the ability, say it again."

Radiating murderous aura, she stared at Chen Chuyang, her eyes as if to devour him.

Chen Chuyang quickly waved his hand: "Ahem, I misspoke earlier; what I meant is that you must offer me a conciliatory apology."

"On what grounds?"

Shang Hongchen was puzzled; she would never apologize.

"You say? You came to the Chen Clan to break off the engagement; as the aggrieved party, I ask you to apologize once—no problem, right?"

"Do you know what your breaking off the engagement signifies? From now on, I, Chen Chuyang, will become the laughingstock of Longshe Cheng, and I will never be able to lift my head again."

"He doesn't care."

Anyway, those people are all ordinary folks; how they see things is their business.

Chen Chuyang only needed to focus on himself, improve his strength, extend his lifespan—other people's idle gossip, he would not take to heart.

If he could not even face those rumors calmly, how could he cultivate?

"I…"

Shang Hongchen naturally knew that, but at this moment, to make her apologize—she could not do it.

With so many people present, it was impossible for her to apologize.

"I can give you compensation."

An apology, forget it.

"Hand it over."

Chen Chuyang reached out his hand; compensation was not bad. An apology was merely a matter of face, and Chen Chuyang did not care about that—better to be practical.

He liked compensation.

Shang Yingnian looked at Chen Chuyang in surprise, blinking both eyes.

Hearing this, Shang Hongxue raised her head, those eyes glinting with an unusual light.

Shang Yue's expression was complicated, somewhat unable to understand.

"Fine."

Shang Hongchen gave Chen Chuyang a portion of her own savings; this was her compensation to begin with. The Shang Clan's compensation was the Shang Clan's, and hers was hers.

"Here. From now on, the two of us are even."

Chen Chuyang opened the storage pouch for a look—not bad, quite a few spirit stones, some spiritual herbs, and a bottle of pills too.

He happily accepted it; this was now Chen Chuyang's.

No need to pass through his father's hands and be skimmed once, nor any need to hand it over.

"Shang Hongchen, you're wrong. Our accounts have only just begun."

Hearing this, Shang Hongchen said angrily, "Chen Chuyang, you're going back on your word?"

"No, no, no. The matter of you breaking the engagement is settled. So then—you charged into my Longshe Shan with sword drawn, trying to kill me again and again—how should we settle that account?"

Chen Chuyang would not easily let this woman off. A little bit of compensation and she wanted to make him drop his anger? Impossible.

When he could extort, he absolutely would not go soft. This kind of opportunity came only once; miss it, and it would never come again.

How could Chen Chuyang let it slip by.

This woman Shang Hongchen was usually very domineering, but she did have one virtue: she was reasonable.

A rather rare breed among women.

"Tell you what—give me another portion of the same compensation, and I'll pardon your crime of trespassing."

"Chen Chuyang, you're extorting this young lady?"

Shang Hongchen's eyes nearly split with rage—how could she not see that this person was extorting her.

Was this a case of fleecing a fat sheep?