Qin Chuan didn't even glance at Bei Chugong, nor did he utter any harsh words. He simply walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.
Bei Chugong, at this moment, forgot his pain. He had always been arrogant; among his peers, very few could surpass him, and few could truly convince him.
But now, to be defeated so easily by an unknown youth, with almost no power to resist, was unacceptable to him. His entire being was in turmoil.
The surrounding gossip made him lose face, making him feel like it was the end of the world. After all, his entire worldview and spiritual anchor had collapsed. Suddenly, he felt utterly meaningless; the world didn't seem so beautiful anymore.
This was a blow—a devastating blow. The more arrogant one is, the harder the blow.
Mainly, Qin Chuan's displayed strength was too monstrous, leaving Bei Chugong utterly despondent. Now, he felt like an unattainable mountain.
"Bei Chu Gong has been defeated! Bei Chu Gong! He's a rising star of the younger generation, an absolute prodigy. Even the Eight Dragons aren't as famous as Bei Chu Gong."
"This Qin Chuan is incredibly powerful. I wonder whose disciple he is? I've never heard of the powerful Qin family in the Five Continents."
"Perhaps it's that hidden family. Otherwise, they couldn't be this powerful. Besides, Qin Chuan doesn't seem afraid of the Bei Chu family at all. What does that mean?"
"That's right. Those families in the Five Continents don't give the Bei Chu family any face. The Bei Chu family is an absolute overlord. Who would dare attack someone from the Bei Chu family, let alone attack them so fiercely?"
"You're wrong. Actually, this young man is very clever. You see, he's only attacking, not killing. Even if the Bei Chu family wants to save face, they wouldn't allow a large number of people to bully the weak. Only a young man can get revenge. But judging from the situation, it seems the young man's attempt to get revenge is unsuccessful. Qin Chuan probably saw that too."
"It's not like that. Openly bullying the weak is embarrassing, but doing it secretly is still possible. So, if Qin Chuan doesn't have a strong backing, he's probably in for a bad time."
"The Bei Chu family wouldn't stoop to this level, would they? If people find out, it
'll be so humiliating, so disgraceful." "What's face anyway? How many people care about face? What big shot isn't incredibly thick-skinned and shameless? To survive, they don't care about such things. Face is just an act, something for others to see. As long as you don't defecate in the street in front of everyone, it's not a loss of face."
...
Bei Chugong and the others left, but this time Bei Chugong had lost, and with another broken leg, it had already drawn the Bei Chu family's serious attention.
Breaking Bei Chugong's leg had angered some members of the Bei Chu family, after all, they were members of the Bei Chu family, and also, it had been a long time since anyone in the Bei Chu family had been beaten.
After all, it was always the Bei Chu family beating others; when had it ever been the other way around?
When Bei Chugong was beaten, although some were angry and concerned, it was at least a minority—those close to Bei Chugong.
With so many people present, there were still some who didn't know about the Bei Chu family. Ignorance is bliss, and it
's somewhat understandable that they might have attacked members of the Bei Chu family when they were unaware of their existence. Even if Bei Chu Shao's cultivation was decent, there are always stronger people out there, and encountering one is normal. However, Bei Chu Gong's defeat, with a broken leg, was a different story. This alarmed many members of the Bei Chu family.
Bei Chu Gong's cultivation was completely different from Bei Chu Shao's; they were on completely different levels. Comparing them to a firefly and the bright moon would be an exaggeration, but a small stream and a great river is a fair comparison.
Such a huge gap, yet Bei Chu Gong was the cream of the crop among the younger generation of the Bei Chu family. What did this mean? Bei Chu Gong was a terrifying presence throughout the Five Continents; even the elders of those powerful families were no match for him.
Yet Qin Chuan defeated him effortlessly, almost in a single move. What kind of strength was this? Even the elders of the Bei Chu family couldn't do that.
This time, a large number of members of the Bei Chu family had gathered to discuss this matter, and everyone's brows were furrowed.
"Does anyone know Qin Chuan's background? I need accurate information. Tell me as much as you know."
The speaker was a middle-aged man, not particularly handsome, but very charismatic. He was a strange middle-aged man, exuding an aura of nobility and wealth that was astonishing.
"It's certain that Qin Chuan is on the same side as Hall Master Wu. Hall Master Wu and Old Luo..." a young man whose age was difficult to discern said.
"Were the people our young master Bei Chu killed and the outrageous things he did related to Hall Master Wu?" the middle-aged man asked, frowning.
"Yes!"
The middle-aged man's face darkened further. He had heard about that incident; frankly, any man would find it unbearable, and the hatred was like a vast ocean, impossible to resolve.
He considered himself to have superhuman tolerance, but faced with such hatred, he couldn't tolerate it, absolutely couldn't.
"Has our young master ever done anything to Hall Master Wu?"
This matter wasn't a big deal, though absurd and bullying, but for the Bei Chu family, it was nothing, nothing he needed to concern himself with.
But now, a young man, especially one who came from the same group as someone with such hatred, seemed to be managing things so well and had such potential, making him take him seriously.
The atmosphere in the room was a little heavy, just a little.
"What's there to be afraid of? Do you think that Hall Master Wu can be bothered with anything? He's probably just a coward who clings to life," a young man said.
"Shut up, if you have nothing to say, then don't say anything," the middle-aged man shouted. The
middle-aged man was slightly flustered, wondering if he was being too cautious. Had his courage shrunk over the years?
He thought about many things, but couldn't come to a good conclusion. He always felt this wasn't a good thing. Sometimes he felt he was overthinking things, and sometimes he even chuckled to himself, wondering if he was too timid.
In the Five Continents, who could do anything to his Bei Chu family?
However, there was another way to put his mind at ease: kill Hall Master Wu and that young man, silence them, and be done with it.
This thought was clear, but he still had many other thoughts in his mind. Did having this thought mean his mind was unstable and he had become timid?
"This Qin Chuan and Palace Master Wu are not related by blood, not master and disciple, not teacher and student, are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. He addresses you as 'brother' or 'sister.'"
"With such a large age gap, yet addressing each other like that, it's not surprising. Qin Chuan's talent and aptitude are so good, so it's safe to say there's no close relationship between them." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.
Blood relatives are the closest, followed by master and disciple, sworn brothers, then friends, teacher and student, etc., but the most important are relatives and master and disciple.
As long as it's not that, generally, people won't get involved in this kind of hatred.
But it's better to be safe than sorry, so the middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "During this time, you young people should get to know him. If he really is a genius and you can't do anything about it, you can try to bring him into the Bei Chu family."
The middle-aged man didn't spell it out explicitly, but they understood the implication: this was a matter for the younger generation; they couldn't do anything about him. They could try to win him over, and if that didn't work, they'd have to resort to inhumane methods.
In short, Qin Chuan couldn't be allowed to live.