I can only beat noobs.

Chapter 41 Apology
"Hurry up……"

Inside the carriage, Lu Zhihao anxiously urged the driver, "If we're any later, we'll miss the excitement."

So the coachman cracked his whip and sped through the city at top speed.

Lu Zhihao then complained to the servant, "I told you to wake me up earlier. Why didn't you come? If I hadn't seen that kid suffer, I would have held you responsible."

The servant lowered his head in grievance; how could he dare? Twice before, he'd been ordered by his young master to fetch someone early in the morning, and each time he'd received a solid slap across the face. He wasn't about to be foolish enough to repeat himself more than three times.

Finally, we arrived at Xiushui Street.

Lu Zhihao leaned out of the car window and saw that the entrance to the Chen residence was packed with people, even more than the crowd that had gathered yesterday, completely blocking the street. He immediately became excited, "Looks like the martial arts guild members are still here, haha, let's go, let's get out and see what's going on."

With that, he grabbed the servant and jumped off the carriage, squeezing into the crowd.

Lu Zhihao finally managed to squeeze to the entrance of the Chen residence, but when he looked inside, he found that the situation was not what he had expected.

Chen Ming was sitting in the courtyard completely unharmed.

At the entrance, a row of more than a dozen people stood, all covered in dust and covered in wounds, with two lying on the ground.

what's the situation?
Lu Zhihao was stunned for a moment.

The servant whispered, "Young master, it looks like Chen Ming beat up the people from the martial arts guild!"

hiss--

Lu Zhihao then noticed the surrounding discussions. He was first startled, then overjoyed, exclaiming, "Well done!"

"what?"

The servant was stunned when he heard his words, thinking to himself, "Is the young master out of his mind?"

Lu Zhihao chuckled and said, "Those martial arts guilds are not easy to deal with. Chen Ming beat up their people, they will definitely not let it go. Just wait, there will be a good show soon."

You know what, there's some truth to that.

Just as the servant was thinking, he heard a commotion outside.

Someone shouted, "The people from Fenglei Martial Arts School are here!"

"I'm coming."

Lu Zhihao looked excited and stood on tiptoe to look outside. Soon, the crowd automatically made way for a group of people wearing dark blue training uniforms walking towards them.

He recognized the leader; he was Yue Bin, an instructor at the Fenglei Martial Arts Academy. Yue Bin was an eighth-rank cultivator, and his Lingfeng Saber Technique was exceptionally skilled.

Lu Zhihao was waiting to see a good show.

Not only him, but everyone else was also waiting to see what would happen.

Yue Bin walked to the door, and without even glancing at the group of people standing there, he first bowed to Chen Ming, saying, "Yue Bin of Fenglei Martial Arts School greets Second Young Master Chen."

These words came as a great surprise to everyone present.

That's too kind of you.
Many people began to wonder if Fenglei Martial Arts School was planning to back down.
Some people think that this is probably a case of trying to win people over with polite words first, a tactic that reputable sects often use.

……

When Chen Ming saw that Feng Lei Martial Arts School had sent someone who knew how to behave politely, he also cupped his hands in greeting, "Instructor Yue, have you come here to question us as well?"

Since he wanted to open a martial arts school, he had already found out about the largest martial arts schools in the city, including which masters they had and what weapons they were good at.

Yue Bin said, "I wouldn't dare. Since you are an eighth-rank cultivator, you are qualified to open a martial arts school. The prerequisite is that you pass the assessment of our martial arts guild. Today, our people acted rashly and offended many people. We hope you will forgive them."

Everyone present heard these words clearly and was immediately disappointed, with many booing.

No one expected that a prestigious martial arts guild would be humiliated and cower in such a way.

At this moment, Li Xiangrong, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, got up and said angrily, "Senior Brother Yue, are we just going to let this kid go like this?"

Yue Bin looked at him expressionlessly. "This is the old master's intention."

Li Xiangrong's face flushed red, unable to accept this fact, and he roared, "Then what about the reputation of my Fenglei Martial Arts School? People will only think that we Fenglei Martial Arts School are afraid of this kid..."

Yue Bin's face darkened. "You still have the nerve to say that? If you hadn't acted so recklessly, would things have come to this?"

After saying that, he ignored him and turned to Chen Ming, saying, "The martial arts guild will replace the gate of your mansion with a new one. We will also offer the full amount of five hundred taels of silver as compensation. We hope this matter can be put to rest."

Chen Ming was quite surprised that the other party had adopted such a humble attitude that he had no reason to make a move.

This Fenglei Martial Arts School is too cowardly, isn't it?
Despite his disappointment, he still had to be polite and say, "I admire Instructor Yue for being so understanding. Consider the five hundred taels as medical expenses for these people."

In this way, both sides took a step back, turning hostility into friendship.

Yue Bin did not refuse, but reminded him, "However, I hope you can abide by the rules of the martial arts guild. The old master awaits your arrival."

Chen Ming said, "I will definitely go to pay a visit in three days."

...And so, the lively event ended abruptly.

The most disappointed was naturally Lu Zhihao.

"What kind of Fenglei Martial Arts School is this? They've been bullied and shit on their heads, and they still put up with it! They're nothing but cowards..."

Inside the carriage, Lu Zhihao cursed the people of Fenglei Martial Arts School with the most vicious words.

He was furious. He got up early and rushed over, hoping to see how that kid would get into big trouble. But instead, the other guy really showed off his face.

Disappointment, anger, and a hint of inexplicable fear broke him completely.

The servant standing nearby looked worried. His young master's enemy had actually reached the eighth rank. Even the Fenglei Martial Arts School didn't want to provoke him…

This fact made him feel quite uneasy.

He hadn't forgotten how the young master had humiliated the man and framed him, sending him to jail where he almost died.

The thought of these things filled him with uncontrollable fear.

He knew that the young master was so hysterical because he was also afraid.

Enraged, Lu Zhihao didn't go home. Instead, he went to Zuixianlou for a big drinking session. After dark, he went to Yihongyuan, intending to vent his anger on his lover, when suddenly someone burst in and dragged him away.

He dared not resist because he recognized that these were people sent by his brother-in-law.

……

Lu Zhihao was taken to a quiet courtyard and met his brother-in-law, Qi Xingdong, the young master of Jinyuansheng.

In the study room.

Qi Xingdong, who had just turned thirty and already had a mustache, was practicing calligraphy at his desk, not even glancing at Lu Zhihao who had been brought in. "He reeks of alcohol. Take him to sober up."

So, Lu Zhihao, who had just called out "brother-in-law," was taken away again.

After Qi Xingdong finished writing, he asked an old man standing to the side, "Uncle Zheng, what do you think of my calligraphy?"

Uncle Zheng chuckled and said, "Young Master, you've asked the wrong person. I've spent my whole life working with abacuses, but I know absolutely nothing about calligraphy."

Qi Xingdong washed the brush in the brush washer, put it down casually, picked up a towel to dry his hands, and said, "Uncle Zheng, sit down."

"Thank you, Third Young Master." Uncle Zheng sat down on a chair to the side.

Qi Xingdong cut to the chase and got straight to the point, "Uncle Zheng, do you still remember Chen Ming?"

Old Manager Zheng said, "Of course I remember. His grandfather and I had some acquaintance before he passed away."

He was a cautious man, and he didn't say a single unnecessary word.

Qi Xingdong naturally knew that he wouldn't easily express his opinion, so he could only curse the old fox in his heart and take the initiative to say, "Speaking of which, when he was with our Jinyuansheng, he was diligent, quick-witted, and loyal to his duties. He was a rare talent. It's a pity that Zhihao was useless and forced him to leave. It was such an unpleasant situation. Every time I think about it, I feel regretful. We lost a talented person."

Old Manager Zheng was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why he suddenly brought up the old matter again, and asked, "What does the Third Young Master mean?"

Qi Xingdong said, "I want Uncle Zheng to act as a mediator. What happened back then was Zhihao's fault. Let Zhihao go and apologize in person. I hope he won't hold a grudge against Jinyuansheng."

"this--"

Old Manager Zheng was even more puzzled. Had the Third Young Master changed his ways?

Or……

Qi Xingdong said, "Uncle Zheng probably doesn't know yet, but Chen Ming has already broken through to the eighth rank. Such talent is truly remarkable."

Eighth grade?

Old Manager Zheng was startled and finally understood why Qi Xingdong was in such a hurry to find him and ask him to mediate the matter.

"I'm not going!"

Just then, Lu Zhihao overheard their conversation, rushed in, and knelt on the ground. "Brother-in-law, are you afraid of a mere eighth-rank martial artist?"

Qi Xingdong said expressionlessly, "If you don't go, I'll break your legs. Send you to him and let him do whatever he wants with you."

"Brother-in-law—"

Lu Zhihao's face turned pale, and he looked at him in disbelief. When he met his brother-in-law's cold gaze, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Although her sister was only a mistress, her "brother-in-law" always doted on her.

Who would have thought...

all fake.

(End of this chapter)