Chapter 198: After Tricking the Uncle, Tricking the Younger Sister

"Chuyang brother, this time the medicinal liquid smells a bit different." Chen Qinger has a relatively sharp sense of smell, and she detected the change in the medicinal liquid.

Chen Chuyang raised his thumb and said in praise: "Not bad, this time the medicinal liquid has changed; I modified a few herbs. I never thought you could actually smell it out—good, Qinger sister, you're really good."

This talent is really not bad; it's a fate suited to being a constable, a pity that Longshe Mountain doesn't need constables.

"A little talent is nothing to mention, it can't compare to Chuyang brother."

"Qinger sister's words make sense; your Chuyang brother, aside from anything else, just this talent—no one in Longshe Cheng can match it. Qinger sister, even if you can't compare, don't feel upset; it's not your fault."

Chen Qinger: "……"

Uncle Chen Chen: "……"

Shang Hongxue also stood frozen in place, savoring Chen Chuyang's remark.

The three of them looked at each other, and for a moment nobody spoke—they were truly stunned by Chen Chuyang's remark.

It's not because his talent is formidable, but because this person is truly shameless, actually able to say such things with righteous confidence. If he had said these sentences before, everyone present would have objected in some way, insisting on arguing over trivialities with Chen Chuyang.

Faced with Chen Chuyang saying these words, there really is nothing to say, and no room for doubt.

This person's talent is indeed speechless, truly puzzling. If you say his talent is good, it wasn't detected initially; if you say his talent is bad, he's actually ahead of everyone, which is truly hard to imagine.

"All right, Qinger sister, hurry up and go in—this time Chuyang brother has expended a considerable amount of spiritual medicine; it must not be wasted."

While speaking, he still didn't forget to glance at Uncle Chen Chen with a smile—that look, that smile, left Chen Chen speechless; at times like this, saying anything could be fatal, for he really had no money in his pocket, fearing that a misstep would put him further in debt.

This time, he had learned to be smart, gave an embarrassed laugh, and pretended not to have heard.

Qinger sister laughed as she entered the pot and sat down; this time she was clear‑headed, though she felt some resistance inwardly—for the sake of her body she still had to soak and repair it, her physique remained poor, having been invaded too deeply by sword qi and those toxins; a single treatment could not completely heal her.

Light the fire, burn.

No need to cover the lid; Qinger sister can endure it well—far more tolerant than some men.

On this point, Chen Chuyang refrains from naming names.

He glanced at the elder brother, and incidentally thought of his father and so on.

"Uncle."

"What's wrong?"

"When are you coming down the mountain?"

Uncle Chen Chen stared blankly for a moment, gazing at Chen Chuyang, seemingly not understanding why he would say that—was he being driven off the mountain?

Longshe Mountain is better than Longshe Cheng, with abundant spiritual qi, making it a great place for cultivation.

Here, there's no need to worry about other things—carefree and free, he really doesn't want to return so soon.

"Why are you asking about this? I want to watch Qinger fully recover before bringing her down the mountain."

Chen Qinger, who was soaking in the medicinal bath in the pot, immediately retorted: "Father, I'm not going down the mountain with you."

She wants to stay on Longshe Mountain; it's a good place, and cultivating alongside Chuyang brother will definitely be better than staying at the Chen household.

She likes this place a lot and doesn't want to leave so soon.

On the mountain there's everything you need—except that Chuyang brother has a few pits; that's no problem, as long as Chuyang brother is satisfied, everything is available.

With medicinal pills and some resources to help, she believes she will soon surpass her father and thus enter the Condensed Pellet stage.

In the Chen clan's Condensed Pellet realm, she will surely have a place.

"You want to stay here?"

"Yes, do you object?"

Uncle Chen Chen let out a deep sigh; some things he finds hard to say to your face.

He gave a look, letting his daughter understand.

Chen Qinger understood as well, and gave her father a look in return to reassure him.

She isn't afraid of Cousin Chuyang scheming against her; she'll stay here and let him scheme however he likes.

Better to be schemed by him than by outsiders.

"Cough cough cough." Chen Chuyang noticed and said: "Uncle, you could actually just say it outright; if you're afraid I'll scheme you, just speak up—my little nephew only schemed you once, is all this really necessary?"

"I'm still here beside you—aren't you being a bit excessive?"

Uncle scratched his head embarrassedly; he hadn't expected that his eye exchange with his daughter would be discovered.

"Chuyang, don't misunderstand; Uncle doesn't mean it that way—your Qinger sister is immature, please bear with her a little."

"Uncle, I think the clueless one is you."

"Qinger sister is basically his bankroll; she definitely still has some good stuff on her."

"Bring out the fourth‑grade spirit herb Five‑Element Grass; compared to Uncle, Qinger sister is practically rich."

"In here, perhaps Qinger sister is the hidden tycoon; keeping such a tycoon around, Chen Chuyang is willing."

"Besides, this sister leaves a very good impression on Chen Chuyang; she definitely shouldn't be driven down the mountain."

"Qinger sister is so good, she likes this brother of mine—what's wrong with that? I'm looking at you, Uncle; you'd better go down the mountain soon, otherwise you won't be able to repay the money you owe me, and by then the interest will be terrifying."

"Blood brothers, settle the accounts clearly."

"So, Uncle, when the time comes don't blame me for being impolite."

Uncle Chen Chen stared dumbfounded at Chen Chuyang, unable to believe his ears: "Chuyang nephew, are you really going to treat your uncle like this? Back then I doted on you, giving you plenty of good things, and this is how you repay me?"

"Uncle, the past is the past, the present is the present—two different matters. You owe me money; no matter what, you have to pay it back, and no one can help you avoid it."

"Debt must be repaid—it's natural and right; even if Chen Chuyang's father came, the principle would still hold."

"Other things can be discussed, but as for money—sorry, there's nothing to say."

"But I am your uncle."

"And then?"

Chen Chuyang lightly wiped his fist and said: "Uncle, do you want to test whether my nephew's punch is violent or not?"

Chen Chen: "……"

He stood frozen in place, dazed for a long while before finally coming to his senses.

Never mind, never mind, Second Uncle will just go down the mountain; I'll send the money up soon.

Second Uncle gave in, finally keeping his composure and not coming to blows with Chen Chuyang.

He felt he couldn't win; rather than embarrass himself, it would be better to… go down the mountain obediently.

He finally understood: this nephew wanted money, not his life; in the face of money, there was nothing to say.

Chen Chen went down the mountain, shouldering his debts as he went down.

Chen Qinger nodded at Chen Chuyang, agreeing with what Elder Brother Chuyang said.

"Qinger sister, do you want to raise your cultivation? Elder Brother Chuyang here has Hundred Herbs Pills; they can help you quickly increase your cultivation and condense a pill—it's not a dream."

Chen Qinger widened her eyes: "My father just left, and you're already scheming against me?"

"How much for it?"

Chen Chuyang said with a grin: "Since you're Qinger sister, naturally I'll give you a discount—how about three hundred spirit stones per pill, fair and square."

Saying that, he produced a Hundred Herbs Pill, identical to the previous one.

Chen Qinger stared, gazing, fixed her gaze.

Feeling self-conscious under her stare, Chen Chuyang coughed and said: "Two hundred fifty spirit stones—can't go any lower."

Chen Qinger laughed: "Elder Brother Chuyang, Father gave me two Hundred Herbs Pills."

"……"

"Pfft." Shang Hongxue beside them couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.