Chapter 1166 — The Tables Have Turned: Wei Zhao Was Not Clear on the Reason, but if Shen Yushu Would Not Speak of It Herself, Then He Would Not Take It Upon Himself to Ask — It Might Concern Another's Private Affairs
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"You little brat—weren't you hitting me? Weren't you ruthless? Let's see if you can still manage it now!" Old man Zhu was truly furious. You are a son of the Yu family of the mundane world, and you put on airs like that? If you were stronger than me, then fine—give me a beating and I would say nothing, call it my bad luck! But your strength is so pitiful, and you still dare to posture with me. Do you have a death wish?
"Spare me, Grandpa, spare me, I was wrong!" Xie Yufeng gave in at once; he had not the slightest thought of resisting.
He was a Profound Rank expert too, but only at the peak of the early Profound Rank, while old man Zhu stood at the peak of the late Profound Rank—too wide a gap by far, one that left Xie Yufeng without the nerve to resist. Had it been Wei Zhao, with his superior cultivation method and his pure true qi, he would have dared to fight above his level; but Xie Yufeng's strength had been piled up entirely out of pills and miracle cures.
As a direct-line young master of the Yu family, he was naturally a key target of the clan's cultivation, so his martial skill had, to a great extent, been force-ripened; he lacked real combat experience, and was no match at all for an old creature like Grandpa Zhu.
So it was wise of him not to resist; to resist, presumably, would only have made things worse. As it was, Xie Yufeng kept his true qi circulating to shield his vital points, and old man Zhu had no intention of beating him to death, so though Xie Yufeng looked badly hurt, no harm had come to his meridians—only his muscles and bones were injured, and a spell in the hospital would set him right.
Xie Yufeng had not expected to be so unlucky today. Sure enough, the sight of Wei Zhao meant an unlucky day for him!
The eldest young miss, Xiaoshu, Tang Zhi, and Xiaoxiao passed the binoculars among themselves, and at the sight of Xie Yufeng's miserable state they laughed until they were doubled over. Wei Zhao had called it after all: the one being beaten now was Xie Yufeng!
After old man Zhu had thrashed Xie Yufeng soundly, he too feared drawing attention, so once his anger was more or less spent, he turned, pulled along a dumbstruck Chen Xi, and hurried from the scene. Xie Yufeng's two hangers-on, Li Panghu and Wang Congming, naturally did not dare block their way.
They were even less a match for old man Zhu; letting them go was letting them go, and the pressing matter was to get Xie Yufeng to a hospital at once for treatment. From the look of him, he had been beaten badly; a little longer and his life might be in danger!
Old man Zhu was not afraid of much. He did not believe Xie Yufeng would call the police; scions of such great houses seldom did after taking a loss—and Xie Yufeng, too, had been hiding his strength, so he could hardly go about spreading this abroad. As for his own strength, he worried about that even less: if Xie Yufeng spoke of it, that would amount to laying bare his own hand as well.
He did not know why Xie Yufeng was concealing his strength, but old man Zhu did not need to know; it was enough to know that he himself was in no trouble.
It was Chen Xi, though, who looked at her Grandpa Zhu with a somewhat odd expression: "Grandpa Zhu, you're so strong—why didn't you fight back earlier?"