Hearing Shen Xu's words, Zhang Chen smiled faintly. "Second Uncle, you are mistaken. To live in this world is to constantly contend. Contend for status, contend for wealth, contend for cultivation resources. If you want to climb upward, how can you do so without fighting?"
"There is no telling when those relics will be recovered. If they are retrieved thirty or fifty years from now, what use will they be to me? I am a practical person. Rather than comparing myself to some hazy, illusory future, I would rather directly fight for every resource I can see." Zhang Chen looked at Shen Xu. "I do not know what relics my mother left behind, but they must be exceedingly precious. Otherwise, so many members of the Shen Family would not be coveting them. Exchanging those relics for a spot in the academy's inner court—surely the Shen Family will not lose out?"
Shen Xu was left speechless. Looking at Zhang Chen, he finally realized just how difficult this boy was to handle.
"Since you have already made your decision, I can no longer persuade you. The die is cast, and further words are useless. But there is one thing you must watch carefully. Shen Qiu is Grandmother Wang Xifeng's son, and the spot you seized belongs to Shen Qiu. I fear neither Shen Qiu nor Grandmother will be willing to let this rest. Who knows how many twists and turns this will cause? Open blades and hidden arrows are perilous beyond measure. I fear you will be unable to withstand them. Even I may not be able to protect you." A trace of distance entered Shen Xu's voice. Clearly, he was quite dissatisfied that Zhang Chen had acted on his own and taken Shen Qiu's spot.
"Let the outside world rain blades,