792: Huangfu Xinyue haggling

"Nothing much, I just gave him a beating," Huangfu Xinrou said with a coquettish pout.

"Nonsense, he is your Junior Martial Uncle!" Huangfu Zhengtian huffed, his beard bristling. He had finally managed to take on a closing Disciple, only for the boy to be beaten up by his own granddaughter.

"Grandfather, I don't object to you taking a Disciple, but we can treat our relationships separately. I will absolutely never acknowledge someone weaker than me as my Junior Martial Uncle," Huangfu Xinrou said sweetly.

"Grandfather, you took a Disciple?" Just then, Huangfu Xinyue walked over from a distance.

"Xinyue, how do you have time to come see Grandfather?" A kind smile appeared on Huangfu Zhengtian's face.

"Of course it's because I missed you, Grandfather," Huangfu Xinyue said with a giggle. "By the way, Grandfather, where is your new Disciple?"

"He is in the courtyard opposite. Go and call him over! Remember, he is your Junior Martial Uncle, so you must have a good attitude," Huangfu Zhengtian said with a smile. "Later, have him make you some grilled fish; this child's culinary skills are exceptionally good."

"That's great! I'll go call him right now. I want to see just how good this little uncle's skills really are."

Huangfu Xinyue said excitedly, then headed toward Yang Lingchen's small courtyard.

"Xinrou, Grandfather knows you have some misunderstandings with him, but that is all in the past. Lingchen is a good kid; you'll realize that after spending more time with him," Huangfu Zhengtian said with a smile.

"Don't worry, Grandfather, I won't make things difficult for him anymore. But wanting me to call him Junior Martial Uncle? That is impossible," Huangfu Xinrou said, pouting.

"That's fine, it's good for you young people to handle your own relationships," Huangfu Zhengtian said helplessly.

...

"Yang Lingchen, it's you?"

Huangfu Xinyue's pretty face turned cold, and her eyes flashed with anger. She really hadn't expected that the new Disciple her grandfather had taken was Yang Lingchen.

"..."

A helpless expression appeared on Yang Lingchen's face; he was completely speechless.

He really hadn't expected to run into both of these headstrong young ladies, Huangfu Xinyue and Huangfu Xinrou, in a single day.

"Hand over three million immortal spirit crystals and apologize to This Young Lady, and we'll call it even," Huangfu Xinyue said coldly.

"No immortal spirit crystals, and don't daydream about an apology," Yang Lingchen said, looking completely indifferent. At the same time, he held his sky-splitting spear, pointing it directly at Huangfu Xinyue.

Matters had reached this point, and he didn't want to endure it any longer. If Huangfu Xinyue really wanted to attack him, he wouldn't just sit back and be captured.

"Stinky brat, do you really think This Young Lady dares not touch you?" Huangfu Xinyue said coldly.

"Of course you dare. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, being headstrong and willful—those are your labels. Is there anything in this world you wouldn't dare do?" Yang Lingchen sneered.

"You...! Yang Lingchen, do you have any grace as a man at all?" Huangfu Xinyue snapped.

"How do I lack grace?"

Yang Lingchen retorted indignantly, "Back then, I wanted to spend one hundred thousand immortal spirit crystals to ask for your help. It would have been one thing if you refused, but you took the opportunity to extort three million immortal spirit crystals from me. I really don't understand how someone as virtuous and respected as Revered Master could have a granddaughter like you."

"And that scumbag subordinate of yours—it was clearly she who treated my brother like a sucker first, but you, without distinguishing right from wrong, demanded my brother kneel and apologize, and also pay you three million immortal spirit crystals."

"If having grace costs three million immortal spirit crystals, I would rather be a man without grace for the rest of my life."

"Hmph, seeing as you are my grandfather's Disciple, if you give me two million, I'll waive the apology," Huangfu Xinyue said coldly.

"One hundred thousand," Yang Lingchen said.

"Bastard, don't push your luck!" Huangfu Xinyue snapped. "One million eight hundred thousand, not a single immortal spirit crystal less."

"Two hundred thousand, that's all I have," Yang Lingchen snorted.

By this point, he could see that Huangfu Xinyue was clearly a money-grubber; as long as she could swindle someone, she would bleed them dry.

"Yang Lingchen, are you a man? Don't you need money to woo women? Your idiot brother has absolutely no vision. Xiaoyun was just testing him, but he—instead of handling it—just up and left. This kind of character-ruining behavior, you didn't teach him that, did you?"

Huangfu Xinyue snapped, saying, "This Young Lady will put it this way: if you don't hand over one million five hundred thousand immortal spirit crystals today, This Young Lady won't let you off."

"One million five hundred thousand? Why don't you just go rob someone? Thirty thousand at most, not a single immortal spirit crystal more," Yang Lingchen said coldly.

"Stinky brat, don't think that just because you are my grandfather's Disciple, This Young Lady won't dare to beat you up," Huangfu Xinyue said angrily. "One million, surely that's fine! If you dare to bargain with This Young Lady again, today, I will break your limbs."

"Huangfu Xinyue, don't think I'm afraid of you. If you want to fight, go ahead and try. Forty thousand, take it or leave it," Yang Lingchen also refused to back down.

"Bastard, you are courting death." Upon hearing this, Huangfu Xinyue's expression sank instantly. She had conceded again and again, and she hadn't expected Yang Lingchen to be so stingy.

"Huangfu Xinyue, you better think carefully. I am your Junior Martial Uncle now; if you dare to lay a hand on me, that is disrespecting an elder," Yang Lingchen said coldly.

"Eight hundred thousand," Huangfu Xinyue gritted her teeth.

"Five hundred thousand," Yang Lingchen said after a moment of contemplation.

"Bastard, seven hundred thousand, that's fine, right?" Huangfu Xinyue glared at Yang Lingchen.

"Six hundred thousand," Yang Lingchen said, looking completely indifferent.

"Deal, hand it over." Huangfu Xinyue's face turned pale with anger, but in the end, she didn't attack Yang Lingchen.

"This is six hundred and fifty thousand. The extra fifty thousand immortal spirit crystals are a gift from me, your Junior Martial Uncle."

Yang Lingchen directly transferred six hundred and fifty thousand immortal spirit crystals into a new storage ring and tossed it to Huangfu Xinyue.

"Grandfather wants to see you." Huangfu Xinyue took the storage ring and then stormed off from Yang Lingchen's courtyard in a huff.

Seeing this, Yang Lingchen followed her out. Being able to resolve the trouble that was Huangfu Xinyue for six hundred and fifty thousand immortal spirit crystals was, to him, very much worth it.

Afterward, Yang Lingchen arrived at Huangfu Zhengtian's residence.

"Revered Master."

"Lingchen, you're here! Those two girls didn't do anything to you, did they?" Huangfu Zhengtian said with a smile.

"Revered Master, I am their Junior Martial Uncle, after all; it is only right that I yield to them a little," Yang Lingchen said.

"It is great that you can think that way."

Huangfu Zhengtian nodded and said, "It is rare for you all to be gathered together today, so let's have a good drink! From today on, we are all one family."