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Chapter 769 - Chapter 769 Chapter 769 The Younger Sister Pleads

Chapter 769: Chapter 769: The Younger Sister Pleads Chapter 769: Chapter 769: The Younger Sister Pleads The middle-aged man, upon hearing these words, flew into a rage. He dared not vent his anger on the young man, so he turned his head towards Mu Fengtang and let out a scoff, “I was speaking with the owner of this place; whose trousers have torn to reveal you, little bastard?”

Enraged by the remark, Mu Fengtang snapped, “Dare to insult my parents? You and I are irreconcilable!”

He drew the short spear from his waist, raised his hand and thrust it out. The spear tip let out a piercing whistle as it sped toward the man’s chest.

The man, initially startled, also pulled out a short mace from his waist. With a quick dodge, he smashed the mace towards his opponent.

The middle-aged man was an intermediate level martial master, while Mu Fengtang was only a novice martial master, but with the profound martial arts heritage of the Mu Family and his lengthy experience roaming the Jianghu, his combat experience was extremely rich. For a brief period, the two fought fiercely with neither able to overpower the other.

“Stop!” Just at that moment, a light huff sounded, “Whoever dares to make another move will bear the consequences.”

Upon hearing this voice, Mu Fengtang knew at once that the speaker was at least two ranks higher than him as a cultivator, and he hastily retreated two steps, ceasing his actions.

A man in his late twenties slowly walked over, glanced from side to side, and then fixed his gaze on Mu Fengtang with an emotionless face and asked, “Are you the one causing trouble?”

“Big brother,” the young man responsible for the registration called out, “he was the one being insulted.”

“Shut up!” the man glared fiercely at him, “You can’t even control the situation, what a disgrace to our Chen Family.”

With bitterness, Mu Fengtang forced a laugh, “May I ask which Chen Family you belong to…”

“Young master,” Uncle Dan pulled him back from behind, his face turning pale as he spoke in a low voice, “Chen… Chen Junsheng, from the Yuntai Chen Family.”

The father and son of the Yuntai Chen Family were both innate experts, counted among the noteworthy figures in the Family Alliance. Uncle Dan had glimpsed this person from a distance before.

Although the Mu Family had an innate expert among the ten executors within the Alliance, they still fell short compared to the Chen Family.

More importantly, many people believed that the Chen Family, by revealing two innate experts, likely had more than just those two.

Of course, the most critical point was that Mu Fengtang was just an ordinary scion of the Mu Family, at best part of the Long Branch. But currently, it seemed the Third Branch held more favor in the Mu Family.

He had offended Chen Junsheng, the innate expert. Even if he were to be killed on the spot, the Mu Family would have no ground for objection.

Mu Fengtang’s complexion turned ashen as he cupped his hands in a silent salute, “I had no intention of offending Lord Chen. Please forgive my trespass. I will take my leave now.”

“Thinking of leaving? It’s not that easy,” said the Chen Family innate expert, who wasn’t Chen Junsheng but Chen Junwei. With an impassive expression, he commanded, “First, go squat in the corner… I’ll deal with you later.”

His intent wasn’t to humiliate others but rather that Mount Zhige had encountered too many odd characters, various situations, and at such a time, he couldn’t afford to be particular. It’s like washing quick-grown radishes without removing the dirt, he couldn’t even bother to examine the details meticulously.

This was still because he recognized someone “knowing him,” otherwise, he would have made those five people kneel in the corner instead of squatting.

After all, such matters of the Secular World could easily be shouldered by the Yuntai Chen Family–Chen Junsheng might have lost all his cultivation level, but was now at the fourth layer of Transcendence, with the fifth layer within reach.

Mu Fengtang heard this and stared blankly at the other party, unwilling to move–or more accurately, he didn’t know what to do.

For a scion of the esteemed Da Limu Family to squat in a corner… He thought that if he complied, not only would his trials be called into question, but even the ancestors of the Mu Family might burst out of their spirit plaques in anger.

The Chen Family was indeed powerful, firmly ranking within the top five, even the top three, of the Family Alliance; he had no place to provoke them on behalf of the Mu Family.

The most defiant stand he could take now was to stand here and be slain by the other party…

Afterwards, the Mu Family might seek a certain degree of justice from the Chen Family, who would likely settle with some compensation, and that would probably be the end of it.

Of course, considering he was only a novice martial master, the compensation the Mu Family would receive would most likely not be substantial.

The only thing that might console him was that the Mu Family… might consider him an outstanding scion?

Of course, if the third branch were determined to oppose him, it was possible he would become a negative example…

How much can a person’s mind hold? His was overflowing with a mess of thoughts, so it was normal for his reactions to be delayed…

Chen Junwei saw no response and his eyes narrowed, “I’ll count to three… three…”

“Lord Chen,” at that moment, someone interrupted, and it was a woman’s voice.

Mu Fengtang turned his head and his brain was as sluggish as his name–wooden. All his actions were subconscious, and then he was astonished to discover: was it her?

The speaker was the maidservant who had just passed by with the iron pot cart, stout in build, with thick thighs and arms that could nearly run a horse, certainly not much thinner than his calves.

However, at this moment, he was shocked to realize that this maidservant was quite young, probably younger than himself, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a fairly pretty face, if only a little stout in figure.

Yet as a maidservant with only the status of a high-rank martial warrior, she dared to suggest to Chen Junsheng, “This young brother, he is actually a good person. On my way here pushing the cart, he was the one who gave way to me, while the others… just waited for me to detour.”

Mu Fengtang closed his eyes in distress upon hearing this: Sister, do you have any idea what status you hold?

Daring to talk to Chen Junsheng like that, even if I want to repay you later, I’ll have to pick up the pieces bit by bit, won’t I?

To his surprise, the always expressionless Chen Junsheng actually showed a smile, “Hehe… big sister, are you speaking up for him?”

The one pushing the cart of gas cylinders was none other than Lang Dajie; those cylinders contained liquefied gas.

In the mobile phone dimension, wood-burning stoves are the norm, but there are also wealthy folks who, for the sake of convenience, use liquefied gas.

For Feng Jun, liquefied gas was a luxury item, and he only felt reassured letting his own people handle it; otherwise, he would rather not sell it–at any rate, he was not short of money.

And Lang Dajie was the person he had chosen, the first person in this dimension who had shown him kindness and whose physical condition was also quite good. Doing this job wasn’t tough labor; it was more like physical training for her.

Feng Jun would never agree to Lang Dajie doing hard labor that involved tending to others every day; not to mention whether Lang Zhen would agree, Feng Jun himself would object first.

Lang Dajie was accustomed to farm work in Small Lake Village and didn’t think this was a big deal. She just pushed her cart; if others didn’t let her pass, she would simply find another way round.

She felt it was quite rare for this young man to make way voluntarily, and when she saw Chen Junwei about to reprimand him, she instinctively spoke out in his favor.

Chen Junwei was startled by her intervention–damn, since when did Lang Dajie speak up for others?

As far as those currently following Feng Jun for cultivation, there was Mi Yunshan from the Mi Family, Chen Junsheng from the Chen Family, and also Yu Changqing from the Yu Family–well, Yu Changqing found his own opportunity and was just using Feng Jun’s place for cultivation.

But the Chen brothers, Chen Junsheng and Chen Junwei, both understood that the ones Feng Jun truly cared about were still Lang Zhen and his daughter Lang Dajie.

Mi Yunshan had already been publicly acknowledged as Feng Jun’s woman, and although Yu Changqing was a disciple of the Wuyou Platform, they both treated Lang Zhen with due respect–Doctor Feng’s relationship with the Lang Family had transcended the usual master-servant dynamic.

For Chen Junwei, if Mi Yunshan had asked for a favor, he would have needed to consider its reasonableness, but with Lang Dajie asking–so long as you have a reason, I’ll listen to you.

Lang Dajie’s mind was actually quite straightforward; she tilted her head to think for a moment, then pointed at the two men and a woman, “They were the first to hurl insults. This Young Master Mu… is quite polite and even Divine Doctor would appreciate such a person.”

In that moment, Mu Fengtang’s mind was a blank slate, and he had but one question: What… what does this maidservant do?

But Chen Junwei laughed and responded, “No problem, since big sister has spoken like this…”

Then he glanced at both parties and said sternly, “You two are lucky to have big sister plead on your behalf, but let this be a warning… don’t let it happen again!”

He said “you two,” but anyone could feel that he was primarily letting Mu Fengtang off the hook, with the Qin Family being just an afterthought.

Then he looked at the young man in charge of reception, “In the future, learn to control the situation better. If someone should not pass, just reject them directly. Divine Doctor has so many things to attend to…”

The young man responded with an apologetic smile, “You’re right, Third Brother. Actually, I was about to ask this young man here.”

“Hold on,” the Qin woman spoke up again, furrowing her brows, “Lord Junsheng, I also came to see Divine Doctor with sincere intentions.”

Chen Junwei gave her a skeptical look, “You know me?”

“I am the manager from King Qian’s Mansion,” the middle-aged woman bowed with her hand raised, speaking very politely, “Our mansion has some acquaintance with the Chen Family.”

Everyone suddenly understood upon hearing this, no wonder they hadn’t thought of which Qin Family it was; it turned out to be from King Qian’s Mansion, and that explained the boldness.

King Qian is a nephew of the current emperor, not yet of age, and his mother’s surname is Qin. The queen consort also bears the surname Qin.

For this reason, the Qin Family has become the most influential external relative of King Qian’s Mansion, a quite well-known and powerful clan; when taking into account their influence in the official government, they are in no way inferior to the clans within the Family Alliance.

But Chen Junwei’s brow furrowed as he responded bluntly, “Since you are from King Qian’s Mansion, you should stay out of this commotion. There are certain taboos that you still need to be aware of.”

The Qin woman also knew that as members of a princely family, they must be mindful of their influence, which was why she had not revealed her identity at the outset.

However, seeing that Chen Junwei’s attitude was still acceptable, she explained with a smile, “It is precisely for that reason that we are using the Qin family’s insignia.”

Yet what she did not expect was that Chen Junwei was not refusing them for this reason at all.

He was concerned that in order for his elder brother to practice cultivation, he had once kidnapped a royal family member for Feng Jun and even drew his blood; if such a thing were discovered, the Chen Family would inevitably suffer repercussions.

Thus, when it came to royalty, it was better to keep a safe distance.

He waved his hand decisively, “Private matters are private, if King Qian’s Mansion visits the Yuntai Chen Family, you are most welcome, but this is a property of Divine Doctor, and I cannot show favoritism!”

After finishing his words, he no longer looked at the other party, but turned to Mu Fengtang with an interested tone, “And who might you be, from which family’s scion are you?”

He could certainly sense that this young man had a significant background; he had been unapologetic before because the Chen Family had the strength to do so; now wanting to curry favor with him, he naturally needed to adopt a more welcoming manner.

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