The experts from the Yan Family upstairs, the maids downstairs, and the experts on both staircases all prepared to make their move; upon hearing the noise, they all halted and continued to stay motionless.
A violent tremor emanated again from the second floor, as Chen Shi clenched his fist tighter and landed a second punch on Yan Qing’s chin, even harsher than the first.
"You insult me, you insult my grandfather, you’re asking for death!"
Chen Shi alternated between hitting and cursing, pounding punch after punch, making Yan Qing’s left side of the face swell like a pig’s head. Soon, Chen Shi grabbed him, switched sides, and continued to pummel him while his face was pressed against the ground.
He was both shocked and furious. Initially, he had the strength to resist and attempted to summon his Golden Core to hurt others, but Chen Shi’s palm held down his Jade Pillow Bone, blocking his thoughts and rendering his Golden Core useless.
After about a dozen punches, Yan Qing was beaten to a stupor, his mind a blank void.
Seemingly fatigued by the beating, Chen Shi let go of Yan Qing, straightened his waist, grabbed a nearby teapot, and smashed it brutally; the metal teapot was dented from the impact.
Then he jumped up, stomped fiercely several times on Yan Qing, spat, and growled viciously, "If you ever insult my grandfather again, I’ll kill you!"
In the teahouse, everyone’s faces alternated between shades of pale and flush, yet none moved.
Chen Shi stretched out both hands, tidying his disheveled hair, and apologetically said, "My apologies to the esteemed Yan Family brothers for losing my composure. Please forgive me."
He was quite satisfied inside his heart, having now gauged the cultivation levels of everyone in the building.
Just as Yan Rong was about to speak, the voice of a maid suddenly rang out, "The master is nearing!"
A procession of maids entered single file, carrying all sorts of exquisite dishes and delicacies to the main hall next to the water.
Once the dishes were all set, other maids brought in hot water and towels, each with their silver basin and a brand new towel.
After everyone washed their hands, the sound of footsteps from upstairs was heard, steady and solid.
Chen Shi clearly heard the footsteps but detected no one ascending; a sense of alarm flashed in his heart.
The person who had come upstairs was as if a puff of air, completely undetected by his senses!
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Yan Rong smiled and said, "Brother Chen, please."
Chen Shi steadied himself and, along with the others, walked out of the teahorse. Yan Rong gestured for the maids to carry away the unconscious Yan Qing and tidy the teahouse.
Chen Shi and the others reached the main hall to see a figure seated on the Luohan bed, a man in his forties, lean, with slight stubbles and bags under his eyes, his hair in a Taoist bun and dressed in a Daoist robe, looking less like a County Magistrate and more like a cultivator.
Despite clearly sitting there, Chen Shi still couldn’t sense his presence.
Yan Fang whispered to this esteemed figure, "Uncle, Uncle Shangshan..."
That Taoist, Yan Jingsi, the County Magistrate of Lei County, raised his hand and said, "Shangshan killed too many, desiring to transform into a dragon, he was fated for this tribulation. I have calculated with the Purple Micro Skill; he cannot escape this fate. It’s just Heaven using Young Brother Chen to let him meet his fate. Young brother, please take a seat."
"The magistrate, please."
Everyone found their seats, each attended by a maid.
Chen Shi, seated next to Yan Jingsi, had just caught his chopsticks when he remembered to propose a toast. Hurriedly placing his chopsticks under his hand, he stood and toasted, "Chen Shi, a young follower, toasts to your honor."
Yan Jingsi raised his cup and downed it in one gulp.
Chen Shi, feeling the maid behind him like a thorn in his side, also tilted his head back and swallowed his drink in one go.
The banquet was joyful with guest and host pushing each other to drink more, not once mentioning the murder of Shangshan. Drunk, Chen Shi staggered downstairs and nearly fell as he walked down the mountain.
Black Pot quickly followed.
Chen Shi stumbled, waving to the Yan Family members, "I, I can walk, don’t help me! I’ll tell my grandfather, the Yan Family... you’re all good! He’ll surely take good care... of you! Go home, go back!"
The people escorted him out of the Xuanwu Pavilion, and Chen Shi, weaving through the streets, found himself at a teahouse, thirsty, so he went upstairs to drink tea.
The Doctor of Tea quickly served him tea, puzzled, "He actually walked out alive, wasn’t he seeking revenge?"
Chen Shi pulled out a hundred taels silver note, slid it under the teapot, and whispered, "Shopkeeper, help me buy a dozen pregnant livestock, pigs, dogs, cows, sheep."
—Another long Chapter! Requesting monthly tickets, storming the charts with the new book!
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