Chapter 37: Third Uncle Is Shattered

An hour later.

Chen Chuyang produced a calculated compensation bill and handed it to Third Uncle Chen Shen. It listed a series of compensation amounts, totaling one hundred and thirty-six spirit stones—several stones more than Xiao Pangzi Shang Yue's bill. The figure frightened Third Uncle Chen Shen, and he refused to accept the compensation amount or the itemized list.

"Third Uncle, this is already the discounted price from your nephew. If you're not satisfied, then we can go with the original price."

Then Chen Chuyang produced another list, on which was written a compensation amount of over two hundred and forty spirit stones—absolutely terrifying.

"Look, Third Uncle, every single entry here is yours. For instance, the deaths of these spirit fish—look at Yu Tang, all caused by you. You have to own up to this bill, right?"

Third Uncle Chen Shen glanced at Yu Tang. The fish inside had flipped belly-up, poisoned to death by his excrement.

Quite a few more fish were slowly floating up as well. The toxin was truly potent.

This list hadn't even counted those yet. If they were included, the total would probably be… far more than that.

Third Uncle fell silent. He saw the next item, which bore the three characters "Hundred Herbs Pill"—the largest amount, and the most frightening.

"What's this about?"

"The Hundred Herbs Pill—Third Uncle, the pill you took was the Hundred Herbs Pill, specially refined by your nephew. A great deal of spirit medicine went into it. These are still just the prices of the spirit medicines, not counting your nephew's labor fee, manual work fees, and so on, nor the true Qi consumed over these days. That portion, your nephew won't ask you for."

"But you have to pay for the pill, right? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world—even if you're my Third Uncle, there's still no exception."

Third Uncle Chen Shen raised his head and looked at Chen Chuyang in shock. His own nephew was actually this wicked, even extorting his own Third Uncle—this was simply outrageous.

He had thought Chen Chuyang extorting Shang Hongchen was outrageous enough, but he never expected to be extorted himself.

Was this person so desperate for money he'd gone mad?

"Cough, cough, cough, Chuyang, my nephew, I'm your Third Uncle."

"Even if you were my father, it wouldn't work. Uncle and nephew must keep accounts clear. Even if my own father ate my pill, he'd still have to pay."

Chen Chuyang said righteously, "Third Uncle, do as you see fit. Pay the money?"

Only a fool would make a choice.

Third Uncle Chen Shen chose not to pay at all. What could he do to him?

"Chuyang, your Third Uncle is poor. This money, Third Uncle will give you next time, okay?"

Chen Chuyang smiled. "What do you think, Third Uncle? This money, you have to pay today."

"Don't say your nephew didn't warn you. My Longshe Shan Formation has been modified, and its power is no simple matter. Third Uncle, if you want to sneak away, you'd better think about the consequences. When that time comes, it won't be this price anymore."

He had you pinned.

It was plain to see.

Third Uncle Chen Shen's eyes went wide, staring at Chen Chuyang in disbelief. This person was determined to pin him down.

How outrageous.

When had he, Chen Shen, ever been extorted? He'd been out in the world for so long—who didn't treat him courteously when they saw him?

Chen Chuyang was the first person who dared extort him to his face, and openly at that. No money, no leaving Longshe Shan.

"What if Third Uncle insists on leaving?"

"I advise Third Uncle you'd best stay calm and not waste your effort." Chen Chuyang shook his head. "It's not that your nephew didn't warn you. Some things, once done, carry consequences—and these consequences, Third Uncle, you cannot bear."

"Tell you what, since we are uncle and nephew after all—one hundred spirit stones, not a stone less."

Third Uncle Chen Shen: "…"

Chen Shen laughed—laughed from sheer anger.

"Chuyang, has it been a long time since Third Uncle beat you?"

Rubbing his hands, stepping forward.

Third Uncle Chen Shen's eyes turned cold. He stared at Chen Chuyang with a smile, rubbing his hands, ready to strike at any moment.

Kind words didn't work, so—force.

Chen Chuyang raised his brows and said lazily, "Third Uncle, your nephew advises you to drop that thought. The consequences will be very serious."

"Chuyang, my nephew, today Third Uncle will teach you another lesson: without the strength, don't extort your Third Uncle."

"The consequences will be very serious."

Third Uncle Chen Shen leapt forward, arriving right in front of Chen Chuyang.

He swung his fists, true Qi clinging to both fists. The true Qi took on a fiery red hue, like flames.

The true Qi on his fists, as he swung, actually condensed into the shape of a sun.

A sun shrunk countless times over, yet still very frightening.

A fist of extremely high temperature—if it connected, you'd be done for.

Chen Chuyang smiled. "Third Uncle, your Double Yang Fist is cultivated quite well—you can actually condense a sun."

Third Uncle Chen Shen laughed heartily upon hearing this. "Kid, it's too late to realize your mistake now. This time, your Third Uncle is going to give you a good beating, or else you won't be able to tell who's the uncle and who's the nephew."

A nephew who couldn't tell who was boss—it was time to teach him a proper lesson.

Lest he get too full of himself.

Chen Chuyang grinned. "Third Uncle, the Double Yang Fist is indeed not bad. It's just a pity your fist can't threaten your nephew."

Third Uncle Chen Shen was about to say Chen Chuyang was shamelessly boasting.

The Double Yang Fist reached Chen Chuyang, only to see Chen Chuyang raise his hand, extend his right index finger, and tap.

Breaking a surface with a point.

The fingertip landed on a certain spot on the sun, and that sun scattered.

The true Qi shattered along with it. Third Uncle watched in horror as his own body flew backward.

"Bang."

After flying straight back three meters, he slammed hard into the ground, his posture thoroughly wretched.

"Third Uncle, see? Your nephew told you—you'd best not make a move. Your nephew doesn't want to hit Third Uncle."

"Sigh, why must it come to this? Third Uncle, why did you force me to act? Your nephew didn't want to either."

Third Uncle Chen Shen lay on the ground, doubting life.

His Heavy Yang Fist was actually broken, by a single finger, and moreover, this good-for-nothing nephew broke it.

How could this be?

He is actually at the True Gang Realm, while this nephew is only... at the Molting stage.

They are separated by several layers of heaven and earth, completely... not on the same level.

"I..."

Third Uncle Chen Shen thought for a long time, got up, and looked at Chen Chuyang in bewilderment.

"Nephew Chuyang, how on earth did you manage that?"

Chen Chuyang laughed and said: "Just like that."

He raised his right hand, pointed, and it disappeared.

Third Uncle Chen Shen froze; this move is something anyone could do, but he couldn't quite believe what he saw.

He had been knocked flying by his nephew, and was so embarrassed, so fragile.

What exactly is his nephew's cultivation? Why had he never... before?

This time, Chen Shen looked directly at Chen Chuyang before him for the first time.

Before, out of consideration for his nephew, he helped and promoted him; likewise, it was because Chen Chuyang suited his temperament that he kept helping him—if it were someone else, he wouldn't have helped so much.

And now you tell me this person is a Strong One, whom he had always thought was an ordinary nephew, but who is actually a master, a hidden master.

Third Uncle Chen Shen's worldview shattered.

It shattered fragilely.

His heart also shattered along with it.

He couldn't believe it.