22: If you're not convinced, let's have a match!

After breakfast, Chen Fugui took Chen Heng and boarded the newly purchased three-horse carriage.

"Son, why do I feel like you're a little different?"

Actually, Chen Fugui had wanted to ask during breakfast.

His son clearly looked not much different from usual, but he always felt there was something subtly off.

It was that indescribable feeling.

"No, Dad, are you still half-asleep?" Chen Heng stopped the Nine Revolutions Longevity Art he was cultivating and looked at Chen Fugui with a strange expression.

"Maybe..." Chen Fugui nodded, shifting his attention from Chen Heng.

The Mu Family, like the Chen Family, was in the center of Qiyang City, only two streets apart.

The two soon arrived at the Mu Family's gate.

"Son, I know you Martial Artists have short tempers, but when we go in later, don't just pull out your blade at the slightest disagreement."

Chen Fugui looked uneasily at the long blade on Chen Heng's back.

He felt that even through the cloth, the blade's Evil Qi was still so heavy?

"I know." Chen Heng agreed; he still had to give his old man some Face.

"Master Chen and Young Master Chen, correct?" The Household Servant at the door greeted them with a beaming smile.

"Our family head has been waiting for a long time, please come in."

There was no scene of a Household Servant bullying people and then getting a Face slap, as Chen Heng had imagined.

"What a pity." Chen Heng looked regretful; this was a classic plot point after Transmigration, and this Household Servant didn't have snobbish eyes.

"What did you say?" The Household Servant heard Chen Heng mutter something softly and quickly ran over to ask.

"Nothing, just lead the way." Chen Heng shook his head and sighed.

Everything seemed to go smoothly; led by the Household Servant, Chen Heng and his father arrived at the main hall.

An Old Man Mu with white hair and beard was sitting in the main seat, sipping tea.

Seeing Chen Heng and his father arrive, the Old Man put down his tea and stared intently at Chen Heng.

"The Young Man looks really good."

"Chen Fatty, is this Young Man really your son?"

"Old Man Mu, if you have something to say, say it; if not, shut your mouth." Chen Fugui rolled his eyes and found a random seat to sit down.

"If he's not my son, whose son could he be?"

"Son, you can just call him Old Man Mu."

Chen Heng stood beside Chen Fugui and bowed to the Mu Family head in the main seat.

"Greetings, Family Head Mu."

"Good, good, good, the Young Man is very polite." Old Man Mu laughed heartily and turned to look at Chen Fugui.

"Unlike you, you dead fatty, you have no respect for elders at all."

Saying that, Old Man Mu waved over two Maidservants.

"Go, call the Second Young Miss over."

"How can such an excellent Young Talent not get acquainted?"

"Oh, right, what are you here for today, you dead fatty?" Old Man Mu chatted with Chen Fugui for a while before getting to the point.

"You should know already, right?" Chen Fugui took a small sip of tea and sighed.

"The Fulai County matter?" Old Man Mu also frowned deeply.

"Yes, if it weren't for my son, you might not be seeing me now." Chen Fugui glanced at Chen Heng.

Chen Heng, meanwhile, was cultivating the Nine Revolutions Longevity Art while listening to the two of them chat.

Practicing the Nine Revolutions Longevity Art was much more enjoyable than external martial arts.

Chen Heng could even feel his Internal Qi increasing little by little within his body.

Though it was very slow.

"So, you came to me because you want to make a comeback in Qiyang City?" Old Man Mu raised an eyebrow and dismissed all the Household Servants from the main hall.

"Yes, help me out, and you won't be short on benefits later." Chen Fugui naturally knew that getting Old Man Mu's help would definitely require benefits.

No matter how good their relationship was, this was a business matter.

Even brothers have to be clear about money, let alone friends like them.

"That's all easy to say..." Old Man Mu pondered for a moment.

"But it will be difficult if you want to expand your business in Qiyang City."

"Five Spirits Gang?" Chen Fugui's mind was still very sharp; after a little thought, he understood the crux of the matter.

"Yes, in the entire Qiyang City, anyone doing big business must get the Five Spirits Gang's approval."

"And they also have to give them twenty percent of the net profit."

"Early stage arrangements also cost a lot of money..."

Old Man Mu began to calculate the amount of silver needed to deal with the Five Spirits Gang.

Chen Fugui, meanwhile, looked at Chen Heng with an awkward expression.

"Old Man Mu, stop calculating." Chen Fugui gave a bitter laugh.

"What, don't tell me you can't even come up with that much money?" Old Man Mu asked with some surprise.

"That's not it, a few thousand taels of silver can still be produced." Chen Fugui waved his hand.

"It's just that we offended the White Tiger Hall."

"Didn't you just arrive in Qiyang City? How did you offend the White Tiger Hall already?" Old Man Mu looked very puzzled and confused.

"It's like this..."

Chen Fugui recounted the entire story of the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall coveting Jing Fan from beginning to end.

"Then my son saw it and chopped the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall to death with one strike."

..." Old Man Mu re-examined Chen Heng from head to toe.

"I didn't realize, this Young Man is quite aggressive..."

"You said he could kill the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall?" A clear, slightly childish voice came from the main hall entrance.

Chen Heng turned his head and saw a Little Girl of thirteen or fourteen standing aggressively at the door, glaring at him.

"When did I provoke her?" Chen Heng looked at the Little Girl, who for some reason showed great hostility, with a head full of question marks.

"Qiuqiu, don't be rude!" Mu Wanqing ran a few steps and covered Mu Qiuqiu's mouth.

"Sorry, Young Master Chen, Qiuqiu is young and doesn't understand etiquette."

"It's alright, I won't bother with children." Chen Heng carefully sized up Mu Qiuqiu.

Hmm, flat front and back, a standard airport.

"You're the child!" Mu Qiuqiu instantly bristled when she heard Chen Heng call her a child.

"I am an External Force Martial Artist; how could a scrawny scholar like you kill the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall?"

"He was a Transformation Realm Martial Artist; he wouldn't even need a second punch to kill you!"

"Shouldn't we try to mediate?" Chen Fugui leaned close to Old Man Mu's ear and whispered.

"My son's temper isn't very good."

"Mediate what? It's good for young people to play around." Old Man Mu, however, looked at Mu Qiuqiu with a beaming smile.

"Besides, my Little Girl has always had that personality; if someone can give her a humbling experience, it's a good thing."

"Alright then, let's just watch the show." Seeing that Old Man Mu said nothing, Chen Fugui continued to drink tea and eat melon seeds.

"What, do I not look like a Transformation Realm Martial Artist?" Chen Heng stood up and walked in front of Mu Qiuqiu.

"Qiuqiu, apologize quickly!" Mu Wanqing knew Chen Heng's strength and urged her quickly.

Even Cultivators from the Ghost Corpse Temple were not his opponents; if he got angry, the entire Mu Family wouldn't survive!

Of course, this was all Mu Wanqing's stereotype.

Chen Heng was definitely not the kind of pervert who would wipe out an entire family at the slightest disagreement.

He shouldn't be, right... "I won't apologize!" Mu Qiuqiu snorted, crossed her arms, and glared at Chen Heng.

"This little thing has quite the Aura." Chen Heng chuckled and unstrapped the black fiend blade from his back.

"Come on, let's spar?"

"Spar then, spar! Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Mu Qiuqiu was not to be outdone, drawing the precious sword from her waist and pointing it at Chen Heng.