Chu Jiang, the number one on the Hidden Dragon List who prided himself on being a favored child of heaven and invincible in his realm, was defeated by a driver.

A driver…

And that driver's name was Yang.

"Whose driver is that? Does he have to be so damn strong?"

"Is it that he's too strong? No, it's clearly that Chu Jiang is too weak! That shameless bastard, always bragging about how awesome he is and even looking down on Lord Yang. Have some shame, will you!"

"Slapped twice in a row. So pathetic!"

"..."

After a moment of shock, a massive uproar exploded, both online and in front of television sets, filled with a torrent of curses.

It wasn't that these people lacked civility, but Chu Jiang himself had been boasting incessantly, claiming to be invincible among his peers. He had essentially slapped his own face, which was simply ridiculous.

"Cut the live feed now!!"

On-site, Chu Changping was the first to snap back to his senses. His face was so dark it looked as if it could drip water as he roared at the two reporters.

Although the reporters were reluctant, they didn't dare to defy him and could only turn off their cameras.

"Jiang'er, how are you?" Chu Changping asked, his face etched with concern as he helped Chu Jiang to his feet.

Chu Jiang's head was spinning, and his vision was going dark. One side of his face was swollen as if he'd been poisoned, and crimson blood stained his features. All traces of his previous arrogant confidence were gone.

He waved his hand, his body seething with rage.

I can't believe I actually lost, and so completely! The cameras were rolling just now… what about my reputation? My face?

Chu Jiang shot his head up, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Yang Hu. "Who… Who exactly are you?"

He refused to believe that a mere driver could possess such formidable strength.

"Seeing as you're a few years older than me, you can call me Yang," Yang Hu said seriously, then pointed at Chen Yang. "As for me, I'm this big shot's dedicated driver."

Chu Jiang was speechless.

Is he trying to shatter my spirit? he thought. He had just publicly declared with absolute certainty that he was invincible among his peers of the same age and realm.

But this guy in front of me… a few years younger, and a driver...

"Dad, I want them dead!" Having always been the subject of flattery and fawning, Chu Jiang had never suffered such humiliation. Under a torrent of extreme rage, resentment, and other negative emotions, his heart felt as if it were being twisted by knives. He pointed at Yang Hu and screamed, "I want them dead!"

"Don't worry," Chu Changping assured him through gritted teeth. "They won't make it out of this suite alive."

"Still not kneeling?"

"How utterly boring." Chen Yang shook his head and waved his right hand dismissively.

BOOM!

Chu Changping and the approaching Chu Family bodyguards were all struck as if by a sledgehammer. They were sent flying several meters, crashing heavily against the walls.

Chu Jiang was speechless.

The crowd was speechless.

Chu Jiang, in particular, stared at Chen Yang with eyes bulging in disbelief.

He was a dignified twelfth-grade Fist Master.

And he was just swatted away like a fly with a casual wave of a hand?

Who in the world is this guy?

"You, come here!" Chen Yang ordered, pointing at Chu Jiang.

A shiver ran down Chu Jiang's spine, and he began to tremble.

I've already been slapped twice, and my entire family has been grievously injured. What more does he want from me?

Chen Yang said nothing more, simply fixing his gaze on him.

An icy chill enveloped Chu Jiang, and he subconsciously shuffled his feet toward Chen Yang.

"I… I apologize. I shouldn't have been so arrogant. Can you please…"

SLAP!

Chen Yang struck from a distance, sending Chu Jiang flying with an invisible palm.

"Get over here," Chen Yang beckoned.

Chu Jiang was speechless.

Is he toying with me?

Angry as he was, he didn't dare to voice his dissent. He could only get back up and walk over timidly.

"I hear you made a public statement saying that Qin Qiu is nothing but a vulgar woman. You claimed that for her to be allowed to enter the Chu Family's gates was a blessing earned in her past life?" Chen Yang asked.

It finally dawned on Chu Jiang. This man hadn't come to challenge him at all; he was here to stand up for Qin Qiu.

That damn woman.

BANG!

Chen Yang spread his fingers and pressed down gently. An immense force slammed into Chu Jiang, forcing him to his knees with a loud thud.

"And who the hell do you think the Chu Family is?" Chen Yang squinted, his eyelids drooping as a cold light flickered in his gaze.

"I'm… I'm sorry…"

BOOM!

Chen Yang kicked out, his foot connecting squarely with Chu Jiang's face. The man was sent flying backward, becoming deeply embedded in the wall.

Brushing off his shoulder, Chen Yang turned and called to Yang Hu. "Let's go!"

"You got it."

Watched by numerous pairs of terrified eyes, Chen Yang and Yang Hu left the suite.

The two reporters stood stunned for a long while before finally taking a few deep breaths and scrambling to leave. Before one of them left, he surreptitiously took a panoramic photo of the scene with his phone.

Soon, the photo spread like wildfire across the internet.

"This is a total wipeout! So much for being number one on the Hidden Dragon List! Trash!"

"That's what you get for boasting. Maybe you'll learn your lesson now."

"Invincible among peers? My ass!"

"..."

「Meanwhile, at the Qin Family residence.」

Qin Qiu and Qin Meng sat in the courtyard, their expressions somber.

Several doctors had already come and gone, all of them declaring that Qin Feng was beyond saving. They said he had at most three days left, and one had even bluntly suggested they start preparing for his funeral.

"Huh?"

Qin Meng, who was absent-mindedly scrolling through her phone, suddenly froze. She handed the phone to Qin Qiu. "That guy Chu Jiang got beaten up. Don't tell me… it was your Chen Yang, wasn't it?"

Qin Qiu took the phone. When her eyes landed on a familiar silhouette in the picture, the corner of her mouth curved into a smile. Who else could it be but him? He promised me he would beat that arrogant fool until his head swelled up like a pig's. And look, he did it. That man always keeps his word. And there are so many things he does without even being asked.

A rare smile finally bloomed on her face.

"He's quite impressive. I'm actually looking forward to meeting him," Qin Meng said. She often heard Qin Qiu mention this man named Chen Yang, and while she had previously been dismissive, her attitude had suddenly shifted.

"Hmph!" Qin Meng wrinkled her nose and said fiercely, "That damned Chu Jiang finally got what was coming to him. Let's see if he dares to be so arrogant now."

As noon approached, a Qin Family disciple came to report. "Miss, an old man has arrived. He calls himself the Pill Dragon King and says he can treat the Master."

"Really?" Qin Meng gasped, shooting to her feet.

"The elder is in the front courtyard right now."

Without another word, Qin Meng grabbed Qin Qiu and ran toward the front courtyard as fast as she could. She didn't know any Pill Dragon King, but as long as he could cure her grandfather, it didn't matter who he was. She wouldn't let even the slimmest of chances slip by.

「In the front courtyard.」

A rather short elder with small, darting eyes and a somewhat comical appearance was sipping tea, attended by a Qin Family housekeeper.

"Your Excellency, the Pill Dragon King, may I ask who invited you?" the old housekeeper asked respectfully.

The short elder crossed his legs and shot the housekeeper a glance. "None of your damn business. Why so many questions? Now, hurry up and pour me some tea!"

The housekeeper was speechless. I'd heard the Pill Dragon King had a peculiar temper, but to witness it firsthand… He didn't dare say another word and quickly poured the tea.

Soon, Qin Meng and Qin Qiu ran over, panting.

"S-Senior, can you really save my grandfather?" Qin Meng asked eagerly, stopping before the Pill Dragon King.

The Pill Dragon King sized them both up. "Which one of you is Qin Qiu?" he asked.

"I am," Qin Qiu replied.

"Tsk, tsk…" The Pill Dragon King nodded in approval. "Not bad, not bad at all. That guy's taste is pretty reliable."

With that, he took a Lingzhi mushroom and a white porcelain bottle from a cloth bag he carried and handed them over. "Grind this Lingzhi into a powder, mix it with water, and pour it down his throat. Of course, if he can still open his mouth, he can just chew on it directly."

"As for this bottle of pills, one at a time, three times a day. After a week, he should be able to get out of bed."

Qin Meng was astounded. "But, Senior, you haven't even examined my grandfather yet!"

The Pill Dragon King scoffed. "Do I, the Pill Dragon King, need to see the patient to diagnose an illness?"

Qin Meng was left speechless.

Qin Qiu was also at a loss for words.

"..."

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