The man rubbed his head. This matter definitely needed to be addressed. No matter what, it was his son. It was unacceptable that he hadn't even offered any thanks after his leg was broken.
He knew what kind of person his son was, and frankly, he felt the matter had gone too far. But after all, it was his son. Even tigers don't eat their cubs; could he really kill his own son?
The Bei Chu family had many descendants, but spoiled brats like Bei Chu Shao were rare. Sometimes, that's how it is—rarity makes things precious.
Bei Chu Shao was actually quite favored by the old man in the Bei Chu family. The old man doted on his younger generation, especially the spoiled brat, who was eloquent and charming.
This kind of affection was a kind of indulgence, sometimes without reason; it was kinship, a natural consequence of blood ties.
Hoping their sons would become dragons and their daughters phoenixes, with so many outstanding individuals in the family, the appearance of a pheasant was even more endearing.
Bei Chu Dao shook his head: "Don't worry about this for now. Let the younger generation handle it."
...
In this world, there's no justice, and even if there were, it's hard to explain. Might makes right. The young men of the Bei Chu family were currently furious.
Especially Bei Chushao's older brother, Bei Chugong.
Unlike his spoiled younger brother, Bei Chugong was a genius and prodigy of the Bei Chu family, definitely among the top in his generation.
He didn't actually like his younger brother, Bei Chushao, but his own brother had his leg broken by a young man. If he didn't step in, would his father or the elders in the family step in?
He couldn't bear the shame, so he had to take the lead. Meanwhile, his other siblings were offering suggestions.
"What are you hesitating for, Brother Gong? We'll go with you and kill that brat. It's been so many years, and no one has dared to lay a hand on us monks."
"That's right, daring to break the legs of a member of the Bei Chu family! I'm going to see who this guy is, he's got guts!"
"Our Bei Chu family is too low-key. For so many years, I don't know why we haven't gotten involved in those things. Is it okay to be so low-key?"
"Let's go, let's go check out this guy named Qin Chuan and see what makes him so arrogant."
...
The group left the Bei Chu family and arrived at the Chu Zhou Academy's martial arts arena, where Qin Chuan was.
Finding someone was easy for them; they went straight to Qin Chuan.
Many people around watched this scene with wide expressions, anticipating a good show. This was a member of the Bei Chu family; they wondered how Qin Chuan would handle it.
For a moment, everyone around was silent, looking at Qin Chuan and Bei Chu Gong.
Now, no one was watching the fight in the arena, leaving the fighters in an awkward position—they didn't know whether to fight or not. It was too awkward.
"Hey you guys on stage, stop fighting! Don't miss the show! Fight later. Come down here and clear the arena."
This shout made the people on stage even more embarrassed. Many people below started jeering. The two men on stage weren't popular and had poor interpersonal relationships, and this shout only spurred more people to join in.
Finally, the two could only angrily walk off the stage. As they passed Bei Chugong, they still bowed and greeted him with a smile: "Young Master Gong!"
Bei Chugong nodded but didn't speak.
Qin Chuan and Zhao Han, who were watching, naturally saw Bei Chugong. They had expected this situation, so they weren't surprised.
"Qin Chuan, right? You hit my brother," Bei Chugong said.
"That trash, hitting him is normal, isn't it?" Qin Chuan said with a smile.
"Even if he's useless, it's not your place to hit him." Bei Chugong frowned. He had expected Qin Chuan to be arrogant, but he hadn't expected him to be this arrogant.
"It's not my place to hit him? Then if I hit him, would it be your place? Who do you think you are?" Qin Chuan sneered.
Qin Chuan wouldn't be polite to such a person, not at all. That kind of trash had committed such a grave mistake and acted like a beast. Even if the Bei Chu family hadn't killed him, they had actually tolerated his arrogance and his bullying and insulting of Palace Master Wu.
Qin Chuan knew that the other party actually wanted the Bei Chu family to eliminate him completely. Sometimes, it wasn't out of fear of revenge that they eliminated him; it was just a habit.
Habits are terrifying.
Bei Chu Gong's face was extremely ugly. When had he ever been spoken to like that? The Bei Chu family was the number one family in the Five Continents, and he was the young prodigy of the Bei Chu family. Even the Bei Chu family members treated him with great respect and placed high hopes on him.
Outsiders, regardless of who they were, would flatter and fawn over him. As for young people, those who were worthy of his attention or respect could be counted on two hands.
Therefore, he was very unhappy. There are two kinds of proud people: one is disdainful, and the other is like a chicken with its feathers standing on end, easily provoked.
Bei Chu Gong was the second kind. He was very proud, but his tolerance was small, and he couldn't tolerate others questioning or disrespecting him.
He liked it when people were polite to him and flattered him, especially young people who would look at him with admiration and envy.
Qin Chuan not only didn't admire or envy him, but even insulted him and looked down on him, so he was very unhappy and angry.
"Very good, this is the first time I've seen such an arrogant and ignorant person like you. Not bad, not bad." Bei Chugong suppressed his anger and said each word carefully.
Qin Chuan shook his head: "Do you feel good saying that? Do you feel superior?"
He hated this kind of attitude. He had encountered it many times over the years and found it disgusting. So the best way to deal with this kind of person was to slap him hard in the face, swell it up, and smash it.
"You...you..."
"Come on, stop with the nonsense. Since you've come to me, let's finish this quickly. I need to go back to eat."
The more Qin Chuan spoke in this tone, the angrier Bei Chugong became. He roared, a long spear in his hand, pointed it directly at Qin Chuan, and attacked.
The spear was snow-white, like a graceful white snake, exuding an icy chill.
The Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Profound Ice White Serpent Spear!
This spear, when fired, not only exudes a chilling aura but also possesses a deadly poison. Moreover, it's a spiritual weapon, imbued with its own spirit, making its combination with the Northern Pestle Palace flawless.
Countless people have perished from this powerful spiritual weapon.
Qin Chuan's consciousness stirred, and the Forging God Sword Hammer appeared in his hand.
Since the opponent's weapon was spiritual, Qin Chuan intended to destroy it directly; his was a divine weapon.
Almost every divine weapon can be said to have evolved from a spiritual weapon.
Spiritual weapons are divided into many levels, and only those reaching the top level have a slim chance of becoming divine weapons. It requires not only the spiritual weapon itself but also many conditions from the user. Only when the person and the top-level spiritual weapon reach a certain synergy, a perfect harmony of timing, location, and people, a fusion of heaven and earth, can a spiritual weapon become a divine weapon.
The probability of this happening is extremely low, which is why divine weapons are so rare, and each one is incredibly powerful.
Of course, Qin Chuan's divine weapon is only a basic one, not yet possessing the earth-shattering power it once had.
However, it's more than enough to deal with the Northern Chu Palace before him.