Dishing Punishment

The faces of everyone in the public stores wore puzzled looks. Chen Xizi's words was like an undercurrent of rocky thoughts that couldn't flow through their sea of thoughts.

What the hell?

Everyone seemed or were indeed confused by his reply.

Okay!? He wanted the ink box? That was not a problem, he could always buy one for himself just like that. Why then must he seize another person's ink box that was bought in their own name.

He was just looking for trouble, that was the exact conclusion they drew from this.

"Hehe! Fourth Cousin, if you really love them, you could always buy yours" Chen Zhiyu responded emotionlessly.

"So, you won't be giving them to me, will you?" Chen Xizi's voice grew icy and soon the area around the chariot gathered strange wind that somehow chilled the surroundings.

"I… I… I won't" Chen Zhiyu grit his teeth and with a fierce look, he declined Chen Xizi with a tone that was neither polite nor disrespectful

"What a pity then" Chen Xizi's voice became more audible as he finally stepped out of the chariot under the protection of the guards.

Chen Xizi began making calculated steps and before long he was at Chen Zhiyu's front view with the ink box on one hand. He had a grin on his face, Chen Zhiyu was all too familiar with this grin.

It was always a prelude to something wicked by Chen Xizi and so his instincts flared a warning signal ahead of time.

"Actually, on a second thought…" Chen Xizi's smirk heightened at the same pace with his excitement,"I think Young Master Chen shouldn't be spending his money on trash and trivialities"

BANG!

As soon as Chen Xizi finished speaking, he loosened his grip on the ink set. By doing so, it slipped out of his hands, about crashing to the ground. However, Chen Zhiyu acted by instinct and reached out for it, crouching to catch the ink set right before it hit the earth.

"Hahaha!"

Chen Xizi's laughter echoed as he watched the scene of Chen Zhiyu crouching which was way too similar to him worshipping Chen Xizi.

"I didn't know Young Master Chen would be such an obsessed literal bootlicker" Chen Xizi snorted and kicked Chen Zhiyu away.

The latter felt a strong impact, pushing him through a considerable distance, before he crashed into one of the public stores.

"Get away!" The people began panicking, trying to flee away from the wrath of Chen Xizi.

"Fourth Cousin…you!" Chen Zhiyu fumed inwardly but he could only point his finger at Chen Xizi. His face was reddened considerably, flushed because of too much internal injuries.

CRACK!

"Oh no!" Chen Zhiyu called out in alarm, his face filled with worry.

Just now, the ink box had a light crack that stretched around the bottom. If it underwent more pressure, it would really break.

"What do I do?" Chen Zhiyu's mind frantically worked, trying to ponder the way out of this unnecessary confrontation.

"Do you see it now, it's actually fake, trashy just like YOU, Young Master" Chen Xizi snickered and began approaching Chen Zhiyu.

The latter still on the ground, unable to stand up just yet, could only retreat by dragging his body back while sitting.

Before long, Chen Xizi caught up with him, grasping the ink box in his hand. He quickly ripped out one of the ink cases from the box to reveal the red ink container.

"Red? Hahahaha! I bet Young Master is really so generous to even get fake red ink. If you needed to present the gift to the Yan Clan's Young Mistress, you could have bought a more expensive one than this" Chen Xizi spat and uncorked the red ink container.

"Chen Xizi! You're going too far!" Chen Zhiyu called out angrily and tried to go after Chen Xizi to stop him but the latter had already expected that.

"Be calm sir!" Two guards appeared by Chen Zhiyu's sides and held him fiercely.

"Let go of me, hmph" Chen Zhiyu tried to struggle his arm from their grasps but they only added little pressure before cooling off his blood.

It would be a joke if a person who didn't cultivate successfully slipped out of their grasp as cultivators already at the Eighth Stage of Body Tempering. Chen Zhiyu could only wriggle helplessly under their grip while Chen Xizi was left to his acts.

DRIP!

After uncorking the content, Chen Xizi casually let the entire content of the red ink container spill to the earth, thereby becoming a wasted product.

Chen Zhiyu's eyes radiated suppressed fury for a while before fading out. It was at the end of the day, pointless for him to do anything as it would still always end up in Chen Xizi's favor.

But, he felt that since he saw Chen Xizi, he was actually acting a bit unusual, though he couldn't tell why. Just like now when he confronted Chen Xizi, he would never do so if it were the usual him in the past.

CRACK!

Chen Xizi's grin only left his face after he destroyed the red ink container itself. With a simple gesture, he crushed the container into fine sand.

A drop of tear slid down Chen Zhiyu's cheeks, and he swallowed hard too. Chen Xizi's eyes keenly observed Chen Zhiyu's expression the whole time and a wave of satisfaction flooded his heart on seeing Chen Zhiyu grow so emotional.

He wished he could leave the slums and return to his mansion and celebrate today's accomplishment. But he had to urgently finish his business for the day.

CLANK!

He excitedly kicked the ink box, causing the majority of its contents to spill out of severe damage from his applied forceful kick.

"Hmph! Treacherous! The Young Master of the Chen clan family indulged in illegal trade, purchasing counterfeits in the name of the Chen clan. This is a heavy crime and blemish to our Chen clan's reputation and would hence be dealt with accordingly" Chen Xizi announced loudly with a dense tone of righteousness and solemnity, dishing Chen Zhiyu's judgement with just a few sentences.