Chapter 338: with translation of chapter title

This should count as a duel between masters.

Watching made Chen Wuji dazzled and pleased, then he deeply regretted that he was past the age for martial training, losing the chance to become a master.

The Chen family's nurturing of the main line has been overly indulgent.

How can we let only the main line study military strategy and learn the art of governing people, without practicing martial arts?

This habit needs to be changed from now on.

Look at those two brothers—they are a living example.

The elder brother died; upon coming to him, everything had to be relearned from scratch, and he was already past the age for martial training.

Without martial strength, he had no ability to protect himself, repeatedly barely escaping death.

"Hey, Li, is this the Li family's master? You're all like straw bags—boring, weak, utterly useless, and I even thought highly of you!" Qin Feng flicked his sword, flinging the last servant aside; the sword tip trembled, shedding a few drops of blood, and he pointed at Shopkeeper Li's brow.

Some people simply use the sword as a spear.

Ordinary swordsmen aim for the throat, but he prefers to go for the hard target instead of the soft persimmon.

If you're going to stab, stab the brow.

Shopkeeper Li's face was somewhat dark, but the night was darker still, making that darkness less distinct; only the black and white of his eyes remained, stained with many blood threads of hatred.

This person's love and hate seem able to switch perfectly in an instant.

"I lost without complaint; I truly underestimated your abilities, sirs—I admire you!" Shopkeeper Li almost gritted his teeth to force out those words, the corners of his mouth and his whole jaw seeming to stake his entire strength.

"Actually, your tactics are quite good; I must give you praise—it's just that your luck wasn't great." Chen Wuji said, bending down to rummage through the box for silver ingots.

He had been ready to properly thank this Wealth Child, but when he reached in, he pulled out a heap of white stones, and Chen Wuji's face instantly darkened.

He leapt up, grabbed Shopkeeper Li's fine beard, and slapped him hard: "Damn it, you came to assassinate me and still faked it? You have no confidence in yourself!"

He had just planned how to use that silver, but it turned out to be empty joy.

At most, this row holds less than a thousand taels of silver.

Shopkeeper Li laughed like a crow with a strange sound: "When things aren't done, consider failure first; I came to see you today without expecting to return alive."

"It's not that I think you're that formidable; I'm just guarding against the unexpected. I never imagined the people the mansion lavishly funded would be so useless, unable even to kill you!"

Knowing he could not escape death, Shopkeeper Li's mouth also began to show no mercy.

He assumed a posture that said the assassination could fail, but his mouth must not fail.

"Qian Fugui, bring the whip you made for me!" Chen Wuji blazed with anger.

He wasn't angry that this Li tried to assassinate him; such things are normal in the Rivers and Lakes, understandable.

But he could not tolerate this dog's deception, using fake silver to cheat his feelings.

"Deputy Commander, the whip is in the camp, not carried on person," Qian Fugui reported.

Chen Wuji angrily shouted: "Send someone to get it!"

"Yes!"

"Shopkeeper Li, I advise you to immediately use your old brain and then beg me for a quick death." Chen Wuji said hatefully.

Shopkeeper Li raised his neck high, his dark nostrils flaring toward Chen Wuji, and with a sneer he snorted coldly: "Whatever tricks you have, Deputy Commander, early death or late death are the same; I don't mind."

"But I'll be waiting for you below; how long can those autumn grasshoppers stay arrogant?"

Chen Wuji laughed: "Then you must keep your word; when the time comes I'll surely bring your whole family down to see you—if you don't wait for me, that's fine, just don't abandon your kin."

"We two are indeed former partners; though we now stand on different sides, I deeply feel your care—thank you."

Throwing harsh words, this makes anyone seem capable.

Chen Wuji now not only can utter harsh words, but can turn them into reality.

Shopkeeper Li's face flushed white then purple with rage, and he shouted angrily: "Chen Wuji, your conduct—how is it any different from a petty man's?"

"I never said I was a gentleman; you can regard me as just another petty man like you. If we communicate as equals, we'd reduce many communication barriers, wouldn't we?" Chen Wuji laughed.

"You shameless wretch, if you dare harm my family, I'll haunt you as a ghost and never let you go!" Shopkeeper Li, eyes blazing, shouted hoarsely.

He had nothing to use against Chen Wuji, so he could only bring up ghosts.

Chen Wuji laughed even happier, disdainfully saying: "When you were alive you couldn't do anything to me, and now you think about after death? If you could still seek revenge after dying, do you think it'd be your turn? What are you thinking?"

Shopkeeper Li trembled all over with anger: "What exactly do you want?"

"What do you mean 'what do you want?' You tried to assassinate me, I kill you, then kill your whole family—isn't that normal? Isn't that just normal retribution? Why does it seem like I'm coercing you into something? Don't try to pin blame on me unjustly; though I'm not a gentleman, I'm still a decent petty man." Chen Wuji shouted with righteous vigor.

Qin Feng suddenly couldn't help but let out a low puff of laughter like a fart: "Shopkeeper Li, actually I think you should thank Deputy Commander Chen—for letting your family reunite. Anyway, down there life is the same as up there; this is a good thing."

"You… you…" Shopkeeper Li, nearly driven mad by anger, said: "Fine, I admit defeat!"

"You don't need to admit it; you've already lost, whether you admit it or not—it's a fact." Chen Wuji said.

Qin Feng nodded in deep agreement: "You're now meat on the chopping board—whether we mince you into filling or stuffing depends on our mood; indeed it has nothing to do with whether you admit it."

Shopkeeper Li's body trembled, his eyes rolled back, feeling he might faint from anger at any moment.

However, this man's will was still decent; after repeatedly testing the edge of fainting, he steadied himself and asked, word by word: "How will you let my family's young ones go?"

"No, that won't do; I'm a man of principle—if I say I'll kill your family, I must kill your family. If you don't believe me, look back at the Cao family; that's also what I said. I really do it—don't think I'm just threatening you; I don't engage in such pointless nonsense." Chen Wuji pointed behind Shopkeeper Li.

Shopkeeper Li's expression froze.

Qian Fugui and Chen Li beside him, each holding back laughter, were almost driven mad by it.

Meeting Chen Wuji and Qin Feng, these two unreasonable men, one can only say his fate is truly terrible.

"If I tell you the hiding place of the silver in the money house, will you spare me and my family?" Shopkeeper Li suddenly shouted urgently.