Chapter 38 - The Feeling of Bullying Others! I'm So Angry!
Chapter 38 — The Feeling of Bullying Others! I’m So Angry!
“Holy Son, I didn’t mean it that way!” the Seventh Elder immediately realized his mistake and hurriedly explained. In his anger, he had forgotten that Lin Yan was now Yang Chen’s stepson.
“But Holy Son, Lin Yan’s actions must be punished!” A Nascent Sou elder on the side, said.
“Yes, Lin Yan not only beheaded the son of an Elder from the Blood Blade Sect but also spread the rumours of your acquisition of the Primordial Fire, causing chaos in our Xuantian Sect!”
“Holy Son, even if he is your stepson, you cannot protect him like this!”
“Lin Yan must be punished, you are too lenient with him!”
Several elders spoke vehemently, strongly demanding punishment.
“Um?” Yang Chen pretended to be troubled. Looking at Lin Yan kneeling on the ground, he said helplessly, “Yan’er, what the elders said also makes sense. You have caused quite a bit of trouble recently! “Alright then, as your father, I’ll punish you by confining you to the Yuhan Cliff for a year!”
[TL note: 幽寒崖 (Yuhán Yá): This phrase refers to Youhan Cliff, a secluded and forbidding location. The name suggests that the confinement will be harsh/cold and unpleasant.]
“Holy Son, isn’t this punishment too light?” one elder questioned.
Yang Chen frowned.
“Yan’er is young and ignorant, it’s inevitable that he would cause some trouble! You don’t need to say anything more! I have my own reasons!”
Yang Chen indeed had a reason. The reason he was confining Lin Yan to the Yuhan Cliff was that there was a great gift waiting for him there.
Yang Chen looked at Lin Yan again, “Yan’er, during this year, reflect on your actions and strive to correct your mistakes!”
“Take your time, your mother and I will visit you together!”
“Damn it!”
Lin Yan, kneeling on the ground, clenched his fists, his fingernails deeply embedded in his flesh.
Yang Chen, you son of a bitch. Stealing my Primordial Fire and humiliating me like this! I will definitely kill you by a thousand cuts!
[TN: Death by a thousand cuts, aka, Lingchi. Caveat: It gets gory. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lingchi]
Unable to help himself, Lin Yan glanced at Shen Xueyan.
Although she was facing him, her gaze was always on Yang Chen.
He suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.
His Primordial Fire was stolen. Could it be that Shen Xueyan’s heart was also going to be stolen?
Ah!
Bastard!
Yang Chen, you truly deserve to die!
Cough!
Lin Yan was so angry that he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Then he passed out completely.
He happened to fall at Shen Xueyan’s feet.
“Ah!”
The blood splattered on Shen Xueyan’s skirt.
Shen Xueyan’s face turned sour.
This Lin Yan, really.
The Holy Son was protecting him, yet he still had such a fiery temper!
“Yan’er!” Yang Chen quickly walked over, looking worried.
Yan’er, don’t die of anger. Now is not the time for you to die.
He placed his hands at the tip of Lin Yan’s nose.
Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Yan’er was still alive.
He gave the Golden Core cultivator a slap on the head.
“Who do you think you are to hit Young Master Yan?”
“Young, Young Master Yan?”
The Golden Core cultivator was stunned.
“Lin Yan is the stepson of our Holy Son, you, don’t you want to live? How dare you be rough with Lin Yan! Quick, apologize to Lin Yan!”
The elder reprimanded sharply.
“Holy Son’s stepson?” The Golden Core cultivator was stunned.
Then he remembered something and quickly apologized, “Lin Yan, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s my fault, my fault! I didn’t know you were the Holy Son’s stepson! I have been staying at the Yuhan Cliff for this period of time, lacking information about the outside world, and didn’t recognize you!”
The Golden Core cultivator immediately bowed.
Lin Yan looked at him acting like a slave, feeling inexplicably refreshed.
Suddenly, he realized.
Having power felt so damn good!
Moreover, the words ‘Holy Son’s stepson’ didn’t seem to repel him as much as before.
If it were in the past, if someone mentioned him as the Holy Son’s stepson, he would definitely have fought them. But after the incident with Blood Blade Sect’s Holy Son, he suddenly felt that his resistance had decreased significantly.
Damn it.
Why am I so despicable now?
Lin Yan cursed himself inwardly.
But he didn’t deny it, instead saying coldly, “It’s good that you know! If you dare to disrespect me again, I’ll take your life with just a word!”
“Yes, yes, it’s my fault, I will definitely repent in the future!”
The Golden Core cultivator nodded repeatedly, then took out a storage bag.
“Lin Yan, this is a token of my respect for you, there are five thousand spirit stones inside!”
“Five thousand?”
Lin Yan furrowed his brow tightly. Last time, Li Junfeng, a Foundation Establishment realm cultivator at the Ninth Stage, gave ten thousand spirit stones for a single act. Now, this Golden Core cultivator was only giving five thousand?
“Lin Yan, these five thousand are a token of my respect for you, and this is also my way of apologizing to you!” The Golden Core cultivator winced, but still handed over another five thousand spirit stones.
“Hmph!” Lin Yan snorted, accepting all the spirit stones. This feeling of bullying others with power was truly satisfying. Now, I can use Yang Chen’s name to do evil and amass wealth. Once I have the strength, I’ll tear that bastard apart!
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At night, Lin Xilan lay in Yang Chen’s arms, continuing to draw circles on his chest.
Sweat covered her fair forehead, and her cheeks were flushed.
“Husband, after all the trouble Lin Yan has caused, you’re only confining him for a year. Do the elders agree?” Lin Xilan asked.
“They will agree even if they don’t!” Yang Chen said domineeringly. “After all, Yan’er is our son!”
“Annoying!” Lin Xilan pouted. “I want to go see him in a while and advise him to mend his ways!”
“Sure!” Yang Chen agreed naturally.
“Husband, why do you feel so hot?” Lin Xilan felt that Yang Chen’s body temperature was higher than before and asked in confusion.
“Because I’ve been really angry during this time!” Yang Chen said playfully, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear.
Then, he patted her head, where her hair was tied up.
“Annoying!” Lin Xilan’s voice was soft and coquettish.
Then, Yang Chen took a deep breath.
