CHAPTER 258: CHAPTER 258: YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME MONEY!

"Young Master, again with the Young Master!!"

The white-haired elder sneered coldly, as if releasing years of pent-up resentment, and said angrily: "Just because he is the Young Master?!"

"That good-for-nothing, if he hadn’t snatched Wanqing’s innate Dao bone back then, how could he have been chosen as the Son of God candidate!"

"Your Patriarch’s lineage, for your own benefit, harms your kin and oppresses other clansmen, can you really live with that?!"

He was heartbroken and full of regret.

His granddaughter had an innate Dao bone, unparalleled in the world, and was naturally gifted as a Martial Emperor, but she was deprived of her Dao bone as a child and nearly died.

This poor child barely made it through and shone once again, only to be betrayed by the Patriarch’s lineage again!

An accidental dose of the Young Master’s Divine Medicine?

How could there be so many accidents!

Clearly, those who did such unscrupulous things felt threatened seeing the girl rise again, so they wanted to eradicate her completely!

"Nonsense!"

The burly man’s face changed slightly, then he shouted sternly: "The Young Master has an innate Dao body, and you dare to slander him?"

"Your granddaughter made a mistake, she was just young and ignorant, but you, at your age, should know better and are still so confused, deliberately breaking the rules! Not only did you escape with your granddaughter, but now you utter such treasonous words!"

"In that case, today I will kill you, this rebellious follower, and then capture your granddaughter!"

Whoa!

He waved his hand, and a golden light screen quickly spread out, sealing off a vast area for thousands of miles around.

The white-haired elder’s face turned ashen at the sight.

His foolish granddaughter wouldn’t leave him to flee alone, she must still be in the city, and now even if they wanted to escape, they couldn’t!

"Dong!"

He suddenly knelt in front of Qin Chuan, pleading:

"Junior Brother Qin, I know you are no ordinary person, I beg you to save my granddaughter, she’s still young, she hasn’t even seen the world yet!"

"Hmm?"

Those in the sky turned their gaze towards Qin Chuan, suddenly finding it hard to see through him.

So they all frowned, uncertain and suspicious.

And Qin Chuan looked down at the white-haired elder kneeling before him, calmly saying: "If you die, and let me take care of your granddaughter, that was the wager of the previous game, but... you lost that game."

The white-haired elder’s body trembled.

He looked ashen, began to kowtow, tremblingly saying: "I’m begging you, please, I don’t care if I die, I only ask you to save my granddaughter..."

Qin Chuan stood in place, not speaking.

He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.

An adept businessman, when making an investment, definitely looks to see if there’s profit to be had.

If there’s a loss, then what?

At that moment, the burly man in the sky said solemnly: "This is our imperial Yu Family’s domestic affair, we ask you not to interfere."

Qin Chuan cast a glance at him indifferently.

He didn’t respond.

He looked at the white-haired elder and asked: "If I save your granddaughter, what benefits can I get?"

"She... she..."

The white-haired elder was choked up, he thought for a long time, but didn’t know how to move this enigmatic Junior Brother Qin.

Finally, his old face turned red with shame, and he hesitated to say:

"She inherited some of her grandmother’s traits, not only being clever and kind, gentle and strong, but also... quite magical."

"Magical?"

Qin Chuan looked at him in surprise.

"Magical!"

The white-haired elder exclaimed, blushing.

Qin Chuan remained expressionless, standing with his hands behind his back, saying softly:

"Although I don’t know what you’re talking about, out of respect for your affection for your descendant, I can help you this once."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The white-haired elder was so excited that he kowtowed on the spot, and with these words from Qin Chuan, he felt inexplicably at ease.

He naturally didn’t think Qin Chuan lacked the power to resolve this matter, after all, with strong enemies pressing down from the sky, if he lacked strength, he would have been crouching on the ground with his hands over his head like him, not daring to speak boldly, would he?

"Sir, are you intending to become an enemy of our imperial Yu Family?"

In the sky, the burly man coldly asked.

"Become my enemy? Do you dare?"

Qin Chuan looked up, saying softly.

Whoa!

Without unleashing any pressure, just one sentence immediately filled the air with tension, an invisible aura spread out.

It seemed as if the surrounding heaven and earth were at his command at this moment!

"You!!"

The brawny man’s face turned ashen, yet his gaze toward Qin Chuan grew more and more wary.

Lightning sparkled around him, and black clouds churned turbulently due to his mood, looking extremely terrifying.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Sir, I know you are very powerful, but there’s always someone stronger. You must know that there is always a sky beyond the sky!"

Qin Chuan replied indifferently:

"Today, here, I am the sky. If you don’t believe it, you can give it a try."

"Arrogant!!"

The brawny man couldn’t hold back any longer; even a clay figurine has some temper, let alone this quasi-emperor.

"Since you are so conceited, I would like to teach you a lesson today to see if you have the right to be so unscrupulous!"

He snorted coldly, a Bronze Battle Lance appearing in his hand, gathering power fiercely and thrusting it toward Qin Chuan.

"Boom—"

The lance had not yet reached, but the hundred-foot-wide Songhuai River had already been cut off by the gust, breaking the flow.

A series of pagoda boats and painted barges flew to both sides, and a large number of chickens and ducks fell into the river in a panic, clucking incessantly.

Then, the tip of the lance, expanding to a diameter of ten meters and resembling a small mountain, pressed toward Qin Chuan.

"It’s the Emperor-Slaying Spear, be careful!"

The old white-haired man’s face turned pale, lying on the ground and screaming in terror. This weapon had a famous reputation in the Yu Family.

"Emperor-slaying? Can this thing really slay emperors?"

Qin Chuan sneered, then slowly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger forward gently.

"Pop."

With a slight sound, Qin Chuan’s finger pressed against the lance.

Compared to the massive lance, his finger was seemingly insignificant, like a giant rock pressing on an ant, yet that tiny finger stopped the lance in its tracks, unable to move an inch forward!

"This! You... you are..."

The brawny man felt the pressure coming from the lance, his face turning pale. The opponent took his all-out attack barehanded, using just one finger; who else could do this besides the Martial Emperor?

"Clang—"

Qin Chuan flicked his middle finger lightly, and a majestic force acted on the lance, a transparent shockwave spreading out.

"Puff!!"

"Tear—"

The brawny man felt as if the lance in his hand had exploded, a terrifying shockwave bursting forth, hitting him hard and making him spit out a mouthful of blood, flying back into the distance.

In the instantaneous moment he flew back, his clothes tore as if a celestial maiden scattered flowers, falling like snowflakes.

"Grand Elder!"

The others in the sky exclaimed.

"Scram."

Qin Chuan traced the air with his right hand, and instantly, an arc of light appeared in the sky, enveloping everyone.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

Everyone flew backward, as if beaten down, falling in all directions like bugs.

"Let’s go!"

The brawny man steadied himself, his body radiating Holy Light to cover his vital spots, then fled without looking back.

And the others also climbed up limping, frantically flying into the distance like defeated soldiers.

Soon, the storm calmed.

Only one painted barge remained intact on the river, while all other boats had capsized, drifting with the waves.

A lot of chickens and ducks clung to the overturned boats, staring blankly at the white-clothed figure on the lone barge, their faces full of shock and admiration.

"So strong... "

"Is this what an unrivaled expert truly is?"

Suddenly!

A young man, haggard in appearance with a lock of golden hair on his forehead, suddenly climbed out of the water. Standing on the overturned hull, he looked to the sky, filled with ambition, and said:

"I’m done with this! A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do; how can I indulge in softness forever? I’ll train, and I want to become strong too!"

Yet, a fair arm reached out from underwater, grabbing his ankle.

A songstress, wearing only a red bellyband, raised her head and looked at him resentfully:

"I don’t care what you do later, but you have to settle the bill this time... you need to pay me!"

"Ah, this..."

The young man’s face twitched, then heaved a sigh, speaking with a double entendre: "Ah, I couldn’t evade it after all..."

Then, he looked toward the sole surviving painted barge.

The white-clothed young man on it was looking at him from afar, smiling.