Chapter 11: Old timer, you're ruthless

When the Yao Yao Ling people arrived, they discovered that the traffickers and buyers were already dead; according to normal procedure, they would have to undergo legal trial before sentencing.

Although it's no different from the death penalty, these people beating them to death is obviously illegal.

"Who did this?"

A police officer looked at the Feng Clan members, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Which of you did this?"

Given his years of experience, he naturally knew everyone here had participated, but the required procedures still had to be followed.

As his words fell, a white‑haired old man leaning on a cane shuffled out tremblingly.

"I… I did it…"

The old man could barely speak, yet he said it was him who did it.

Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh at the Feng Clan's unity.

He suddenly felt he had gone a bit too far, so he decided to help them; with his current cultivation, altering their memories to make it look like an accidental death was easy.

But doing this would render his previous efforts pointless.

The next moment, spiritual energy flowed, and a gentle force gradually enveloped the area.

Gradually, those people fell into a deep sleep.

After those people fell asleep, Ye Chen walked out from the woods.

He sighed softly, "All for nothing."

After saying that, he began to alter the scene, making the old man and Liu Ergou's deaths appear accidental, then changed their memories and took Ergou and them far away.

Although the logic here might be flawed, both the clues and the scene prove they died accidentally; no matter how doubtful they are, they can only conclude it was an accidental death.

After finishing all that, he left this place.

But in doing so, he forgot to alter Feng Lele's memory.

…

At this moment, Ye Chen was rushing home at great speed, because shortly ago, Zhi Ren had sent a message that his mother had entered his room once.

Although nothing seemed abnormal, if he delayed, he couldn't guarantee that no accident would occur.

Suddenly, Zhi Ren sensed Ye Nan arriving at his door; he didn't need to guess to know it was to call him to play a game.

Zhi Ren still can't play games; if asked to play, he'd be exposed in minutes.

"Hurry up!"

Ye Chen shouted in his mind, and his speed increased again.

Meanwhile, on Zhi Ren's side, as the door was slowly pushed open with a sound, Ye Nan walked into Ye Chen's room.

"Son, come on, let's take the side path!"

"Sure, I want the sniper."

At the very moment the door was fully opened, Ye Chen finally caught up.

Thus, Ye Chen once again went onto the side path with his father.

With Ye Chen's strength increasing, his skill also rose; now he handles things with ease.

However, in gaming there are always some strange experts with heaven‑defying talent; although Ye Chen has cheat assistance, he was still instantly defeated.

"How can you be so bad?!"

Ye Nan's voice rang out; Ye Chen heard it and stared in disbelief.

"This also pressures me?!"

After Ye Chen spoke, he fell silent for a moment, then quietly opened his battle record panel.

His record was 7‑1‑3, while his father's was 0‑5‑6.

"Can't carry, simply can't carry."

Ye Chen was powerless to complain.

"What are you saying? You play so badly and still say you can't carry?"

Ye Nan looked at Ye Chen, as if he were the one with the 7‑1 record.

"Again!"

Ye Nan paid no attention to Ye Chen's expression and continued speaking.

"I want to go read..."

"Read? What book? Your dad wants to take you to slaughter all directions!"

So the next match began; in this round, Ye Nan's record looked a bit better.

1‑4‑3; Ye Chen said nothing, just kept operating.

Suddenly, Ye Chen's screen went gray; seeing this, he was shocked in his heart and couldn't help but marvel that some people's gaming talent is truly heaven‑defying.

Given his cultivator's reflexes, he still couldn't win; however, he only died once, his record being 6‑1‑6.

"No, son, how can you be so bad? I dealt 63 points of damage, look at you—you didn't even kill."

Ye Chen: "?!"

"If you don't first check your record?"

After Ye Chen said that, Ye Nan began to apply pressure.

"Don't worry about it; if Dad's bad, Dad's still right, and if you're bad, Dad will beat you."

Ye Chen: "..."

"Old timer, you're going too far."

"What's wrong? I'm your father!"

"Old timer!"

Don't shout, follow me on the small path.

After Ye Nan finished speaking, Ye Chen jumped onto Ye Nan's neck, "Old geezer! I'm not playing!"

As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, Ye Nan counter-attacked him…

This happened because after Ye Chen jumped over, he realized he was merely a child.

Yo, you've rebelled; today if you don't go with me on the small path, I'll let you know why the flowers are so red!

Old geezer, you're ruthless!

Ye Chen, feeling helpless, ultimately chose to go on the small path with Ye Nan.

Such a pressured situation lasted until lunchtime, and after Ye Chen finished eating, he returned to his room at great speed and locked it from inside.

No matter how Ye Nan tried to persuade him outside the door, he wouldn't budge; playing games? Impossible!

The pressure is too great; playing a game is more exhausting than cultivation.

The main reason Ye Chen doesn't want to play is that he wants to cultivate.

Son, you previously wanted to sign up for taekwondo, right? If you come out and keep me company for another hour, I'll sign you up, and I promise not to pressure you.

After Ye Nan finished speaking, he suddenly recalled that the original body indeed liked taekwondo, but he himself had no interest in it; nevertheless, to maintain the original body's persona, he reluctantly agreed.

So he opened the door and told Ye Nan, "Only one hour, not a second more."

Brother Bao!

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will happen; Ye Chen is pressured again and again and again.

Fortunately, it's only one hour, so Ye Chen chooses to endure…

After one hour, even if Ye Chen was still in the game, he hesitated not at all, put down the mouse, pushed aside the keyboard, and returned to his room with lightning speed.

The speed was so fast that even Ye Nan beside him couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Son, don't go! This match is 0-3-4, no trap!

But no matter how Ye Nan shouted, Ye Chen remained unmoved.

He currently doesn't even feel like leaving the room, let alone playing games.

Ye Chen silently recited the Purifying Heart Mantra; if this continues, he feels playing games will become an inner demon on his cultivation path, which is truly terrifying.

【You and your father are passionately battling; however, you have been suppressed by your father, your Dao heart is unstable, likely to give rise to inner demons; it is advised to properly cultivate and rest.】

The system's notification left Ye Chen silent.

Old geezer!

Ye Chen clenched his small fists, but since it was his father, all his anger finally turned into a soft sigh.

Forget it, he's my father.

Ye Chen wanted to cry but had no tears; playing games is truly mentally exhausting.

And at that moment, Ye Nan's voice sounded from outside the door: "Son, I've signed you up for taekwondo; come out, your father guarantees he won't pressure you anymore!"