Chapter 63: I Don’t Care Who You Are
Jujube Tree Immortal?
Jin Tianxiang and Wang Yuanju’s scalps tingled with fear!
The scene just now had been too bizarre. The two of them instinctively took several steps back, staring in bewilderment at the constantly swaying jujube branches, completely unable to understand what was happening.
Qian Tieshou slowly climbed to his feet, rubbing his aching chest as he stared at the large jujube tree in disbelief.
Qian Tieshou had practiced Martial Arts for nearly fifty years but had never been able to become a Grandmaster. Yet this great jujube tree was emanating the aura of a Grandmaster-level expert!
If this jujube tree could actually move, Qian Tieshou might have already fled in terror!
To confirm whether the jujube tree truly had a will of its own, Qian Tieshou cautiously edged a few steps forward.
At first, the Jujube Tree Immortal remained unmoved, its two branches trembling aimlessly.
However, when Qian Tieshou came within three meters of Cheng Hongbing, the two branches suddenly began to shake more violently. The tips of the branches pointed at Qian Tieshou, and the leaves rustled—RUSTLE RUSTLE—as if in warning.
Qian Tieshou didn’t dare to advance further. He took a step back, and the two branches returned to normal.
"Miss, there’s something strange about this jujube tree. I’m not confident I can win. I suggest you call in an expert at the Grandmaster level or higher from the main family to eliminate it!"
Wang Yuanju frowned. Before she had married and moved to Luocheng, it would have been easy for her to mobilize a Grandmaster from the Wang Family with her status.
But a daughter married is like water thrown out. Could she, in her current position, still command a Grandmaster from the Wang Family?
Qian Tieshou understood Wang Yuanju well and knew her concerns. He said in a placating tone, "Miss, this jujube tree is sentient, making it equivalent to Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. The master will definitely be interested. He might even come here personally!"
Wang Yuanju’s eyes lit up. "Old Qian, you have a point. I’ll call my big brother right now. If he comes here himself, that brat surnamed Cheng is a dead man!"
As she spoke, Wang Yuanju pulled out her simple, old-fashioned phone and dialed a number engraved deep in her memory. The owner of this number was her older brother, Wang Yuanchen—the current head of the Provincial City’s Wang Family!
She had just pressed the last digit and hadn’t yet hit the call button when a muffled THUD echoed. Wang Yuanju’s wrist jolted, and her phone shattered into pieces!
Wang Yuanju froze for a moment. ’What happened to my phone?’
The next second, she heard a cold voice say, "Trying to call for backup? In your dreams!"
Everyone instinctively turned toward the source of the voice and saw Cheng Yuan, who had just arrived.
Having rushed here at full speed, Cheng Yuan looked a bit disheveled. His hair was a mess from the wind, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his breathing was somewhat heavy.
"Brat, was it you who destroyed my phone?"
"Cheng Yuan, you got here pretty fast! Now hurry up and lift this curse on me! Otherwise, your whole family will die!"
Cheng Hongbing and Wu Xiuli quickly waved to Cheng Yuan. "Xiaoyuan, come quick! Over here, by the Jujube Tree Immortal! The Jujube Tree Immortal will protect you!"
Jujube Tree Immortal?
Cheng Yuan’s expression turned a little strange. ’Others might not know the deal with the Jujube Tree Immortal, but how could I not? It was just something I made up to fool people!’
’How could Mom and Dad actually believe it?’
Cheng Yuan shot a cold glance at Jin Tianxiang and the others, then strode over to Cheng Hongbing and Wu Xiuli.
"Mom, Dad, are you two okay?"
Both of them started lodging their complaints at once.
"How could we be okay? Old Cheng was hit several times and coughed up blood! If the Jujube Tree Immortal hadn’t saved him, he would have been killed!"
"My minor injuries are nothing! That Old Witch slapped your mother several times! I have to get her back for your mother!"
’Dad was seriously injured?’
Cheng Yuan frowned, activated his Double Pupil, and used his X-ray Vision on Cheng Hongbing to check his injuries.
One look was all it took to give Cheng Yuan a huge shock!
Cheng Hongbing’s internal organs had all suffered various degrees of shock, and several fissures had appeared on them.
A normal person with such injuries would have their vitality severely damaged, and their life would even be in danger!
However, Cheng Hongbing’s Life Essence Qi was incredibly vigorous. The wounds on his internal organs were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
This left Cheng Yuan utterly shocked. His dad’s recovery speed was hundreds of times faster than a normal person’s!
It was even faster than his own!
’But Dad has clearly never gone through Cultivation. Why would he have such a terrifying recovery speed?’
’Dad must have a secret!’
’But now isn’t the time to look into this. I’ll figure it out later.’
Cheng Yuan then turned to look at Wu Xiuli. When he saw the clear handprint on her face and how half of it was already swollen, rage burned within him. He whipped his head around and glared coldly at Wang Yuanju!
Cheng Yuan’s gaze was so frightening that Wang Yuanju instinctively took two steps back. This infuriated her. ’I am a true daughter of the Provincial City’s Wang Family! How can I let an ex-convict intimidate me?’
"You little thief! Kneel down immediately, kowtow three times in the direction of Pengfei’s Tomb, and then lift the curse on Tianxiang. If you do, I will consider forgiving you."
Cheng Yuan was so angry he laughed.
"Where did this old hag come from? You’ve wasted your whole life! How dare you hit my mother? You’re courting death!!"
Cheng Yuan strode toward Wang Yuanju. She wasn’t flustered at all and said coldly, "Old Qian, take down this little thief!"
After a brief recovery, Qian Tieshou was back in peak condition. He stepped forward and kicked at Cheng Yuan’s knee. "You little thief, how dare you be disrespectful to the Miss! Kneel!"
A cruel light flickered in Qian Tieshou’s eyes. He was extremely confident in this move, certain he could shatter the little thief’s knee and turn him into a cripple!
"Since you love kneeling so much, you can spend the rest of your life on your knees!"
SWISH! Cheng Yuan’s leg shot out!
A blurry afterimage of his leg appeared. Though he moved second, his kick landed first, striking Qian Tieshou’s supporting leg with perfect accuracy!
Qian Tieshou’s vision blurred, and then he heard a sharp CRACK! An excruciating pain shot through the back of his knee, and his supporting leg instantly lost all its strength!
Qian Tieshou’s body buckled. THUMP! He fell to his knees!
"AHH! My knee is shattered! My leg is broken!!!"
Qian Tieshou let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his knee as he rolled around on the ground.
This scene terrified Wang Yuanju and Jin Tianxiang!
Old Qian (Uncle Qian) was a Celestial Realm Peak expert, just a hair’s breadth away from becoming a Grandmaster, yet this kid had taken him out in a single move?
Could this kid be a Grandmaster?
Cheng Yuan didn’t even bother to look at Qian Tieshou. He lifted his leg, stepped right over him, and walked toward Wang Yuanju with a blank expression.
Qian Tieshou was Wang Yuanju’s greatest support. Now that he was crippled, the expression on Wang Yuanju’s face finally changed.
"Y-you little thief, don’t come any closer! I am the eldest daughter of the Provincial City’s Wang Family! If you touch me, the Wang Family will never let you go!"
"I don’t give a damn who you are! You dare hit my mother?"
Cheng Yuan swung his arm in a wide arc and slapped Wang Yuanju hard across the face!
SLAP! A crisp sound echoed!
Half of Wang Yuanju’s face instantly swelled up like a steamed bun!
BLECH! She opened her mouth and spat out the few remaining teeth she had!
Wang Yuanju was about to go insane with rage. This was the first time in her life she had ever been hit. Just as she was about to spit out a few harsh words, Cheng Yuan raised his arm high again and brought it down hard!
SLAP! The other half of Wang Yuanju’s face was also slapped swollen!
Jin Tianxiang was a relatively filial son. How could he possibly tolerate seeing his mother being beaten?
’No matter how good your Martial Arts are, you still have to be afraid of bullets, right?’
Jin Tianxiang pulled a pistol from his coat, aimed it at Cheng Yuan, and pulled the trigger without hesitation!