563: Chapter 563 Chu Chu and Her Daughter

After speaking, Qin Chen turned around and slowly stepped out of the gate.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, and he soon disappeared from the Shen Residence.

Shen Zhiwei stood up abruptly, her face turning white with anger: "Father! Why did you agree to his terms? Why should we listen to him?"

Squire Shen slumped back into his chair, a large patch of his clothes on his back soaked with sweat.

He kept his eyes closed, and only after a long while did he speak: "The way he looked at me was like looking at an ant."

Shen Zhiwei was stunned.

"It wasn't hatred, nor was it anger. It was... indifference." Squire Shen opened his eyes, his gaze complex. "The feeling he gave me was even more terrifying than the Old Ancestor of the Fang Family. I suspect he is in the Heavenly Human Realm."

"Heavenly Human Realm?" Shen Zhiwei covered her mouth, her voice trembling. "How is that possible... he... he is so young?"

"Young?" Squire Shen gave a bitter smile. "Once one reaches that Realm, they have techniques to maintain their appearance. How could you possibly tell their age?"

He paused, his voice shaking slightly: "And when he mentioned the Duke of Zhenguo, he only gave a contemptuous smile. That smile wasn't faked; he truly didn't care."

Shen Zhiwei opened her mouth but could find no words.

"He looks at me the same way I look at those commoners." Squire Shen's voice dropped. "Money can be earned again if it's gone, but you only have one life."

He paused and sat up straight, his eyes becoming shrewd: "Go and report this matter to the Duke of Zhenguo personally. Let him investigate this person's background."

Shen Zhiwei bit her lip and nodded.

The Shen Family was one of the Duke of Zhenguo's money bags.

Those gambling dens, brothels, slave trades, forceful seizures, and the extermination of clans—the shadow of the Duke of Zhenguo was behind all of them.

In this world, it has always been a case of either you eat me, or I eat you.

Squire Shen understood this truth better than anyone.

But today, for the first time, he felt as if he had been completely outmatched, to the point where he couldn't even muster the thought of fighting back.

On the other side,

Qin Chen had already arrived in Longyang Town.

He didn't refrain from killing Squire Shen out of mercy.

He knew that people of that sort could never be fully eradicated.

Furthermore, even if he killed him, a new "Squire Shen" would appear, endlessly. Killing him wouldn't solve the root of the problem.

In this world, those were the rules.

Perhaps at the beginning of life, human nature is fundamentally good.

Some people might not have been evil at the start.

It's just that living in this world, in order to avoid being eaten, they have to learn how to eat others.

It wasn't that they chose this path; it was the world that forced them into it.

Qin Chen walked slowly down the street, his gaze turning toward the Qin Manor. He then raised his hand—two invisible strands of Law Power silently entered the Qin Manor, transforming into two faint halos of light that enveloped his parents.

With those two strands of Law, even if a Void Refining Cultivator came, they wouldn't be able to harm his parents in the slightest.

His parents only felt a brief warmth on their bodies, remaining completely unaware.

As for Qin Yu, with Qing Ming protecting her, there was no need for such extra measures.

With this safeguard in place, he felt much more at ease.

With his current strength, the pseudo-artifact spirit in the sky was nothing more than a flawed entity, its power only comparable to Soul Transformation.

Even a complete grotto-heaven magical treasure spirit would only be comparable to Void Refining. Against low-level Cultivators who couldn't master Law Power, it might be considered "Heaven."

But before his Body Integration Late Stage strength, it was like a child.

He didn't plan to move against the pseudo-artifact spirit for the time being. Since he was still unfamiliar with the Immortal Domain, he planned to find an opportunity to visit the Liu Clan Territory in person.

At this moment, Qin Chen finally understood why Qing Ming hadn't acted during the first simulation.

It wasn't that it didn't want to, but that it didn't dare.

The artifact spirit in the sky was watching; the moment it moved, it would mean death.

Qing Ming's choice was rational enough, yet equally helpless.

Now, things were different.

Even if he destroyed the Liu Clan Territory right now, what could the Heavenly Palace do?

He had already found a way out—the Wuji Immortal Sect.

As he walked, he arrived at the Wei Family Clinic.

A few people were gathered at the clinic's entrance, all watching the commotion.

Qin Chen approached and saw Chu Chu kneeling on the ground, with her mother lying before her.

Mother Chu was unconscious, her face sallow and thin as a bundle of dry firewood. Her cheekbones protruded sharply, her eye sockets were deep, and her hair was as dry as withered autumn grass.

Chu Chu knelt on the cold stone slabs, her knees rubbed raw and red.

She pressed her forehead against the ground, kowtowing over and over, her voice hoarse as if she had been crying for a long time: "I beg you, Doctor Wei, save my mother... As long as you save her, I am willing to be your slave, your servant, to work like an ox or a horse, I'll do anything..."

Doctor Wei was a man in his fifties with a goatee, wearing a silk robe and possessing a round belly.

He looked Chu Chu up and down, his gaze lingering on her from her face to her waist, and from her waist to her feet. He licked his lips and said with a smile, "Truly? If I save your mother, you're willing to be my slave?"

Chu Chu looked up, her face covered in tear stains and her eyes swollen like walnuts, yet she nodded desperately: "I'm willing, I'm willing! As long as you can save my mother, I'll do anything."

Doctor Wei nodded with a smile, crouched down, and placed two fingers on the mother's wrist.

He closed his eyes, pretending to take her pulse for a while. Gradually, his brow furrowed, and his expression became solemn.

A moment later, he released her hand, stood up, and sighed: "Sigh, prepare the funeral arrangements for your mother. She won't live past three months."

Chu Chu was stunned.

Tears still hung on her face, but her expression looked as if something had been drained from her. She froze there, motionless.

After several breaths, she suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Doctor Wei's leg, her voice shrill: "No—! Doctor Wei, I beg you, please think of something, think of another way..."

Doctor Wei shook his leg but couldn't shake her off. His face showed impatience: "I said there's no cure, so there's no cure. Crying won't help. Take her away, don't delay my business."

Chu Chu burst into loud, heart-wrenching sobs, and the people on the street all looked over.

But after a glance, they each went back to their business—such things were all too common.

Every day there were deaths, and every day there were people mourning. After seeing it so often, one's heart becomes hardened.

The old man selling wontons by the roadside continued wrapping his wontons, the shop assistant at the cloth store continued shouting his wares, and even the onlookers began to disperse.

Qin Chen stood in the crowd, watching this scene, and let out a soft sigh.

He slowly approached, crouched down, and said in a very soft voice: "Don't cry. Your mother can still live."

Chu Chu jerked her head up and looked at him through blurred, teary eyes, like a drowning person grasping at the last floating piece of wood.

Doctor Wei, however, furrowed his brows, looking displeased: "What do you know? Her mother's internal organs are all failing, and her Qi and blood are exhausted. Even if an Immortal came, they couldn't save her."

He looked Qin Chen up and down and added, "Young man, don't cause trouble here."

These words drew more onlookers.

Longyang Town was only so big, and quite a few people recognized Qin Chen.

"Isn't that the Eldest Young Master of the Qin Family? He knows how to treat illnesses?"

"Did you forget? His father is the chairman of the Herb Farmer Chamber of Commerce. It's not strange for his family to have some rare medicinal herbs."

"So what if they do? He's a playboy; do you think he would take them out to save someone?"

Chu Chu didn't care about the gossip. She turned around and kowtowed repeatedly to Qin Chen, her forehead hitting the stone slabs with a thumping sound:

"Young Master Qin, I beg you, please save my mother... As long as you save her, I am willing to be your slave, to work like an ox or a horse for the rest of my life..."