Chapter 5: Beat the Dog, Talk It Out!

Stop.

Seeing Chen Fu Yi head straight toward the courtyard, Chen Zheng frowned, stepped forward to block his path, and said coldly, "What business do you and your son have with me? Speak up; I don't like beating around the bush."

What kind of attitude is that…?

No problem.

Chen Jihou's expression darkened, and he was about to act, but Chen Fu Yi waved his hand to stop him, his smile unchanged: "Little Zheng, it's been years; your temper is still as stubborn as ever. You didn't guess wrong—Uncle Yi came today looking for you, and he does have a matter."

While speaking, Chen Fu Yi's expression grew a few degrees more solemn, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Uncle Yi asks you: did you cheat the Third Young Master… and take his one‑year cultivation quota?"

So what if it is?

Chen Zheng did not deny it; he took Chen Fu's belongings, and many in the clan saw it.

Chen Fu Yi's face was full of anger at his inaction: "Little Zheng, you're foolish. The Third Young Master you rely on is the most incompetent and least gifted among the Family Head's three sons, and he will never attain the Family Head's position."

So what then?

Chen Zheng stared at Chen Fu Yi with cold eyes, waiting silently for what came next.

So when that useless one fails, you will bring about endless calamity.

The speaker was Chen Jihou, his gaze at Chen Zheng full of sarcasm.

Chen Fu Yi sighed, "You can't speak like that. Little Zheng is my nephew, and his father has been kind to me. Even if I risk my life, I cannot let him go astray and waste his life."

Chen Zheng laughed, "You really are grateful for kindness, aren't you?"

Chen Fu Yi seemed not to catch the sarcasm in Chen Zheng's words, leaned in again, and said earnestly, "Little Zheng, you can still turn back in time. Just return the Third Young Master's items to Uncle Yi untouched, then follow Uncle Yi to the Second Young Master to bow and apologize. Uncle Yi will speak a few kind words for you, and you can resolve this crisis."

Chen Zheng sneered, "Oh, so you're just a dog of Chen Mo."

He seemed to have heard it.

Chen Fu Yi and his son also entered the contest for the Family Head's position, staking the treasure on Second Young Master Chen Mo.

What did you say?

Chen Fu Yi's expression of goodwill froze on his face.

Chen Jihou was also stunned, thinking his ears must have malfunctioned.

Chen Fu Yi looked at Chen Zheng, uncertain, and asked, "Little Zheng, Uncle Yi kindly pointed you toward a clear path, yet you insulted me?"

I said you're a dog; you and your son are both dogs. Is that clear enough?

For someone looking for a fight, Chen Zheng was naturally satisfied.

You scoundrel!

Chen Fu Yi, angry, raised his hand and slapped Chen Zheng's face.

His hypocrisy couldn't endure being humiliated face‑to‑face, so he had to deliver a hard slap to vent his fury.

But Chen Fu Yi's talent was abysmal; after half a lifetime of cultivation he was only at the fifth level of the mortal body, so how could he strike Chen Zheng?

Being hit back would be about the same.

Sure enough.

With a crisp "slap" sound, Chen Zheng's palm arrived first, striking Chen Fu Yi's face hard, sending him sprawling sideways to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

How dare you hit me?

Most of Chen Fu Yi's teeth were knocked loose; he covered his face, looked up at Chen Zheng, lips trembling, looking incredulous. "Why shouldn't I hit you?"

Chen Zheng sneered, looking down at Chen Fu Yi: "Back then my father saw a dog on the brink of starvation, felt compassion, and fed it three meals a day for two years. Yet the dog not only refused gratitude, it tried to bite me. You think such a dog shouldn't be beaten?"

Nonsense!

Chen Fu Yi couldn't fail to hear Chen Zheng's sarcasm, his old face flushed bright red, and he snarled, "I will report your assault on an elder to the Second Young Master and charge you with the crime of great treason!"

Let's see how long you can keep talking tough.

Chen Zheng snorted coldly, planted a foot on Chen Fu Yi's face as he tried to rise, grinding him into the mud, deforming him, blood oozing and turning the yellow earth red.

Let go of my father!

Chen Jihou finally recovered from shock, eyes blazing with anger, shouted, and lunged forward, slamming a palm at Chen Zheng's face.

The move was the Chen family's hereditary technique, Furious Whale Wave Slap, whose execution was mighty, like a massive whale swinging its tail; anyone struck squarely would have their brain burst and die.

Unfortunately for Chen Jihou, he faced Chen Zheng, and the gap in strength was enormous, with no comparability.

Not to mention that both Chen Jihou and Chen Zheng are at the Qi realm; even if one were a level higher, they couldn't touch a single hair of Chen Zheng.

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Crack!

Chen Zheng neither dodged nor avoided; one foot remained on Chen Fu Yi's face, while the other, when Chen Jihou's palm was less than a foot from his own face, suddenly lifted and, like lightning, kicked, striking Chen Jihou's groin.

Ah!

Chen Jihou was kicked high into the air, howling in agony mid‑flight, then crashed heavily to the ground, rolling in pain, tears and snot streaming.

That kick from Chen Zheng likely shattered Chen Jihou's lineage, turning him from a successor into an extinct line.

Chen Zheng, you… you've caused a disaster; you're finished, completely finished. The Second Young Master will never let you go!

Seeing his son's miserable state, Chen Fu Yi nearly bit his own teeth to the point of bleeding, staring fiercely at the sole of Chen Zheng's foot, wishing he could devour it alive.

But his head was stuck in the mud under Chen Zheng's foot; no matter how he struggled or flailed, he couldn't break free, so he tried to threaten Chen Zheng with Chen Mo.

The threat seemed to work; the massive foot on his face suddenly lifted.

Chen Fu Yi hadn't even caught his breath when he felt a sudden chill at his groin.

Instinctively looking up, he was horrified to see Chen Zheng raise his foot, aimed at his crotch.

"No, Little Zheng, we can talk properly. Do you remember when you were little, Uncle Yi once held you…?"

Chen Fu Yi frantically shook his head, pleading with his face, fearing that if this kick landed, it would cut off his lineage.

His only son is already incapacitated; he cannot afford any more trouble.

Chen Zheng remained silent, his eyes ever cold, and his foot pressed down without hesitation.

Bang!

A muffled sound like an egg cracking, a swath of deep red spread under Chen Fu's hip, and blood blossomed like fireworks.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Fu and his son were completely emasculated by Chen Zheng.

And this series of events also left many Chen clan members, who had been drawn here by the passive stillness and were standing at a distance watching the commotion, dumbfounded, instinctively clenching their legs.

"When did Chen Zheng become so ferocious? Moreover, Chen Jihou is a master of Physical Body Sixth Layer, yet he was shattered by a single strike. Could he have already cultivated to the pinnacle of the Sixth Layer, or even the Seventh?"

"Sss… Physical Body Seventh Layer, then Chen Zheng could match the geniuses in the main vein, couldn't he?"

"Ah, even if he can match those geniuses, what does it matter? Chen Zheng just kicked and shattered the vital points of Chen Fu and Chen Jihou, and this father‑son duo just claimed they have already pledged allegiance to the Second Young Master. Once the Second Young Master learns of this, he will certainly not spare Chen Zheng; he's in trouble…"

(End of Chapter)