This Is How I Do Things!

Translator: CinderTL

Outside the Cui Family's residence, Xu Sanyan stood in a green robe, a single sword held behind his back.

The guards recognized him and quickly greeted him with a smile, "Young Master Xu, you've arrived. Please, come in."

Xu Sanyan nodded and strode into the Cui residence alone, unafraid.

He had come with no intention of leaving peacefully. After all, Cui Jie was the son of the Cui Family's patriarch, and they would never willingly hand him over, lest they lose face.

Moreover... Xu Sanyan wasn't here solely for Cui Jie.

Before long, the Cui Family patriarch hurried over, accompanied by Yang Qiyuan. From a distance, they called out, "Young Master Xu, why didn't you inform us of your visit in advance? I could have prepared a feast."

Xu Sanyan stood still, uninterested in pleasantries. "Bring Cui Jie out."

The patriarch's heart sank. He knew all too well what kind of person his son was—he must have caused trouble again.

And judging by the sword in Xu Sanyan's hand, this wasn't a social visit.

The patriarch hesitated, "May I ask how my son has offended you, Young Master Xu?"

Xu Sanyan glanced at him, "He tried to kill me."

"What?"

The patriarch was shocked, then furious. He couldn't help but curse inwardly—his son was nothing but a troublemaker!

Yang Qizhu frowned. She and the patriarch had gone to great lengths to win Xu Sanyan over, and now his son had tried to kill him?

Xu Sanyan calmly recounted the events, then waited for their response.

The patriarch's face darkened with anger. "Go find that unfilial son and bring him here to kneel and apologize to Young Master Xu!"

"Yes," a servant quickly ran off.

Yang Qizhu sighed inwardly, feeling sorry for Cui Wanying, who had been ruined by Cui Jie.

Xu Sanyan watched their performance coldly. From the patriarch's tone, it seemed that after a mere apology, the matter would be settled.

Neither the patriarch nor Yang Qizhu seemed overly concerned.

After all, Xu Sanyan was unharmed, while Cui Wanying was dead.

As long as they showed enough respect, admitted their mistake, punished Cui Jie severely, and offered compensation, the matter would likely be resolved.

This was how they had always handled such incidents in the past, and the Cui Family's reputation had always been preserved.

But unfortunately, this time they had crossed Xu Sanyan, who was known for his narrow-mindedness and vindictiveness.

The patriarch declared, "Young Master Xu, rest assured, I will punish my son severely and show no favoritism. Thank goodness you are unharmed. If anything had happened to you, I would never forgive myself."

Xu Sanyan smiled. Forgive himself?

If he had died, would the Cui Family really have demanded Cui Jie's life in return?

Ridiculous.

Before long, Cui Jie hurried over, his eyes filled with fear. Seeing his father's anger and Xu Sanyan's calm demeanor, he knew the jig was up. He immediately knelt on the ground.

"Father, I was wrong. I acted foolishly and nearly caused a disaster. Please punish me," Cui Jie cried, his performance flawless.

He had been through this many times before and knew the drill.

The patriarch's face darkened, and he slapped his son across the face. "You fool! Just as stupid as your mother. All these years, you've grown in size but not in brains. If you had even half the ability of your elder brother, I wouldn't have to worry so much."

Cui Jie pressed his forehead to the ground, his eyes filled with hatred. His father's words had struck a nerve.

Once again, he was being compared to his elder brother. Every time he made a mistake, his father would bring up his brother.

Why didn't he mention how, since childhood, all the best things had gone to his brother—cultivation methods, renowned teachers, precious medicines?

Even the elixirs sent by their uncle had gone to his brother, while he hadn't even seen them.

Cui Jie's heart twisted with resentment. His fingers dug into the ground as he seethed with hatred—hatred for Xu Sanyan, who had humiliated him in front of his aunt; hatred for his father, who favored his brother and now sided with an outsider over his own son; hatred for his brother, who always acted like a superior, meddling in everything he did; and even hatred for Yang Qizhu, who stood aloof, watching the scene unfold as if he were a clown performing for her amusement.

Cui Jie's eyes turned bloodshot, his fair face contorted with rage. But with his head bowed, no one could see it.

He vowed silently that once he gained power, he would make all those who looked down on him pay!

As for the trouble he had caused this time, he wasn't worried. After all, this was the Cui Family, and he was the second young master. At most, he would be confined for a while as punishment.

"Bring the family discipline!" the patriarch shouted.

Yang Qizhu sighed but didn't intervene. Cui Jie had indeed caused a major mess.

Xu Sanyan had been watching their performance coldly. Only now did he speak calmly, "Old Master Cui, there's no need for the trouble. Just hand him over to me."

Cui Jie's heart skipped a beat. Hand him over? Would he even survive?

Panic replaced his hatred, and he looked up, shouting, "Father, save me!"

The patriarch frowned. He couldn't possibly hand over his son, but since Xu Sanyan was the aggrieved party, he chose his words carefully.

"Young Master Xu, could you spare my son for my sake?"

Xu Sanyan glanced at him and slowly shook his head.

For his sake?

What kind of "sake" did he have?

The patriarch's face darkened. He hadn't expected Xu Sanyan to be so stubborn, refusing even his face. His anger grew, and his tone hardened.

"Young Master Xu, the Cui Family can offer you wealth, precious medicines, or anything else you desire."

Unless absolutely necessary, the patriarch didn't want to completely break ties with Xu Sanyan, who was not only Prince Rui's son-in-law but also a formidable figure in his own right.

Xu Sanyan's eyes flickered, and he nodded slightly. "Very well. Hand over everything that Cui Yousheng sent back, and I might consider sparing his life."

"Impossible!"

The patriarch refused without hesitation. Those were the most important treasures of the Cui Family, and they could never fall into the hands of an outsider.

Xu Sanyan felt a pang of regret. It seemed he would have to take matters into his own hands. He had had his eye on those treasures for a long time, and this was the perfect opportunity to seize them.

Blame it on Yang Qizhu for leaking such important information to someone like him.

Xu Sanyan had always operated this way—when he set his sights on something, he would stop at nothing to obtain it, whether through deception, theft, or underhanded tactics.

In short, he would do whatever it took to achieve his goals.

This was a habit he had developed during his time among bandits.

Their gazes locked, neither willing to back down. The atmosphere grew tense, filled with the threat of imminent conflict.

Yang Qizhu swallowed hard and quietly stepped back, putting distance between herself and the two men. Meanwhile, Cui Jie remained kneeling foolishly.

The patriarch's expression darkened. Only now did he realize that Xu Sanyan hadn't come for Cui Jie—Cui Jie was merely an excuse.

The treasures sent by Cui Yousheng were his true target!

"Young Master Xu, do you take the Cui Family for fools?" the patriarch said coldly.

He felt he had already shown Xu Sanyan enough respect—punishing his son and offering compensation. Yet Xu Sanyan remained unyielding.

Even a clay figure has a temper, let alone the patriarch of a family and a Celestial Being.

The patriarch's gaze turned fierce. With a flick of his wrist, a slender sword slid from his sleeve and into his hand.

It was time to teach these young upstarts a lesson and show them the consequences of their arrogance!

(End of the Chapter)

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