In the reception hall of the Chen Family Manor.

While Zhang Beixing was immersed in a sea of books, absorbing knowledge like a sponge, Chen Fenghua was not idle either.

He first brewed a pot of hot tea for Liu Yi, then went into the inner room and did the same for Huo Honghao and Little Wang.

Then, he called Chen Rourou out from the reception hall to a spot behind a large tree in the courtyard.

After confirming that the tree blocked their view, ensuring neither Liu Yi nor Huo Honghao could see them, Chen Fenghua's expression suddenly darkened. "Chen Rourou!" he bit out, his voice heavy. His face was so gloomy it looked as if water could drip from it.

Chen Rourou's heart skipped a beat; she had a bad premonition.

From Chen Fenghua's current demeanor, Chen Rourou had already guessed why he had called her over.

Although when she first lied, she had anticipated this day would come.

But she had never expected it to come so soon!

She had only lied yesterday, and her lie was exposed today!

Chen Rourou's body tensed up involuntarily. Bracing herself, she put on an innocent face and, looking at Chen Fenghua, said, "W-what... Dad, what is it?"

"What is it?" Chen Fenghua snapped. "Are you still trying to play dumb with me?!"

"Tell me the truth! How did you learn the Northern Sect's Eight Pieces of Brocade?!"

Seeing Chen Rourou still brazenly feigning innocence, Chen Fenghua was furious.

Initially, Chen Rourou had fooled him. He had believed she was some peerless prodigy capable of comprehending their Chen Family's Northern Sect Eight Pieces of Brocade on her own.

Consequently, when he later saw Zhang Beixing performing the Northern Sect's Eight Pieces of Brocade on his phone, he simply assumed Zhang Beixing had learned it from Chen Rourou and didn't think much of it.

But just moments ago, Zhang Beixing had thrashed him using that very same Northern Sect Eight Pieces of Brocade.

Chen Fenghua realized things were not as he had expected!

How could Zhang Beixing's Northern Sect Eight Pieces of Brocade be even more profound than that of Chen Rourou, his supposed 'master'?

Especially when he recalled the 'insights' Chen Rourou had shared yesterday after watching Elder Chen perform the Northern Sect Eight Pieces of Brocade—the tiger's roar, rolling thunder, the sound of rushing rivers.

Chen Fenghua's face flushed crimson. He felt his blood pressure spike!

She had merely been describing Zhang Beixing's practice of the Northern Sect Eight Pieces of Brocade!

And she had fooled him like this for a whole month!

"Chen Rourou, you've really outdone yourself!" he said, gritting his teeth. Chen Fenghua clenched his iron fists so tightly they trembled.

If it weren't for the many juniors watching, making it improper, he would have definitely let Chen Rourou experience the 'iron fist of a loving father'!

"I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong. I won't dare do it again!"

Seeing no way out, Chen Rourou decisively chose to admit her fault and apologize. She bowed deeply in one fluid motion, without the slightest hesitation.

She hoped this would earn Chen Fenghua's forgiveness.

Unexpectedly, her words only made Chen Fenghua angrier.

"A next time? You think you'll even have a next time? Chen Rourou, do you have any idea that I've already told your Second Uncle and Third Uncle about this? They're all clamoring to come see you, the 'prodigy'! How am I supposed to explain this now? Honestly, having a daughter like you... it's truly my goddamn fortune!"

Chen Fenghua was exasperated but also felt utterly helpless.

After all, things had come to this. There was nothing more to say. He was bound to lose face today, no doubt about it.

Seeing Chen Fenghua in this state, Chen Rourou lowered her head even further.

But, still somewhat indignant, she muttered under her breath, "You were the one who couldn't resist showing off and told Second Uncle and Third Uncle. I didn't ask you to. Why are you yelling at me now that things have gone wrong? It's not my fault."

"What did you say?" Chen Fenghua, barely catching a few unsettling keywords in Chen Rourou's muttering, whipped his head around, his gaze menacing.

Chen Rourou quickly shook her head. "N-no... nothing! I was just saying... I was just saying that Uncle Zhang and Grandfather are back! Uncle Zhang," she quickly added, "I suddenly remembered there are some parts of the Northern Sect Eight Pieces of Brocade I don't quite understand. Could you explain them to me?"

Guiltily glancing around under Chen Fenghua's increasingly menacing gaze, Chen Rourou suddenly spotted Zhang Beixing and Elder Chen returning from the Scripture Pavilion. Her eyes lit up. She hastily made an excuse and fled before Chen Fenghua could erupt.

Seeing Chen Rourou rush to his side as if fleeing a calamity, Zhang Beixing, who was still digesting the insights he had just read, was a little bewildered, unsure of what was happening.

However, seeing that the girl was quiet after joining him, Zhang Beixing didn't try to send her away or say anything.

Instead, he focused on recalling the insights about the Northern Sect Eight Pieces of Brocade he had just read in the Scripture Pavilion.

He began to integrate them with his own Hidden Force version of the Northern Sect Eight Pieces of Brocade.

As a result, Zhang Beixing gained a glimmer of new understanding regarding the further development of his Hidden Force version of the Northern Sect Eight Pieces of Brocade.

However, this understanding wasn't yet thoroughly clear.

If only I could read a few more books! Zhang Beixing mused.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Elder Chen, Zhang Beixing figured there was nothing else for him there. Considering Elder Chen still had guests to entertain, he decided not to impose any longer and prepared to leave.

Seeing Zhang Beixing about to leave, Chen Rourou quickly declared she wanted to go back with him. Liu Yi expressed the same intention.

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