If They Want Reason, Then the Sword in My Hand Is the Truth!

"What did my grandpa do?"

Chen Lang took another sip of wine to calm himself, but the medicinal wine was rather bitter. He immediately picked up a peanut to wash away the taste, then asked curiously.

"Didn't he just challenge the Upper Three Sects and Spirit Hall's worshippers all by himself?"

At that moment, a figure in white drifted over. His tone was calm, but his increasingly youthful face bore an air of arrogance.

"Holy crap, old man, did you get plastic surgery?"

Chen Lang was utterly stunned as he looked at his grandfather, who appeared ten years younger.

But then he recalled that when a Titled Douluo reached Rank 99, they could regain their youth. Could his grandfather be about to break through to Rank 98?

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Over the past year and a half, your grandpa challenged every Titled Douluo above Rank 95. I won some and lost some, but I also gained many insights. I came back this time to enter seclusion. At best, it'll take two or three years; at worst, three to five. So I came specially to let you know."

Sword Douluo looked at his precious grandson's face, which had shed much of its childishness. His eyes were filled with affection and complicated emotions. In the end, he seemed to want to say something but stopped himself, picking up some food with his chopsticks without speaking.

"Old man, don't tell me you've got a terminal illness?"

Seeing his grandfather like this, Chen Lang could not help asking worriedly.

"Terminal illness, my ass! Can't you say anything nice with that filthy mouth?"

Sword Douluo's mouth twitched. He knocked Chen Lang on the head, then said awkwardly, "Actually, I ran into a little trouble."

"Someone gave you trouble?" Chen Lang asked, confused.

"They weren't giving me trouble. They were giving you trouble, brat."

Sword Douluo coughed awkwardly. "After every challenge, those guys insisted on dragging me off to drink. Drinking would've been fine, but then they called out their juniors and bragged about how talented they were."

"When I looked at them, they weren't even fit to compare to one of my precious grandson's toes, so I immediately argued with them."

"Once we started arguing, they thought I was bragging. We fought again, and then I accepted a few challenge letters for you."

As he spoke, Sword Douluo took out a whole basket of challenge letters and set it beside them.

"..."

Looking at the basket of challenge letters, Chen Lang's mouth twitched. "Old man, you call this a few?!"

"..."

Poison Douluo and Dugu Yan could not help sweating as well.

They had seen people screw over their fathers and grandfathers, but never someone screwing over his grandson.

"Ahem, ahem. I know there are a little too many, but it never hurts for young people to face more challenges." Sword Douluo said awkwardly. "Drink, drink."

"Other grandfathers go out and come back with delicious food, fun toys, or heavenly treasures for their grandsons. You, old man, went out once and brought me back an entire basket of challenge letters."

Chen Lang sighed. He really wanted to say: what kind of precious grandson was he? His grandfather was clearly treating him like a Japanese grandson.

"Five million Gold Soul Coins for every person you beat."

Sword Douluo played his trump card. "That's the wager agreement I made with their elders."

"Ahem."

The moment he heard there was money involved, Chen Lang immediately sat up straight. "Money isn't important. What's important is that I like challenges. Old man, how about you don't enter seclusion? Go out for another round?"

"Otherwise, who's this basket even enough for?"

"Get lost!"

Poison Douluo and Dugu Yan had long grown used to this pair of lively grandfather and grandson. Neither of them interrupted, though they were quite curious about which young geniuses had issued these challenge letters.

But Sword Douluo did not mention it, and Chen Lang would not ask. In the eyes of this grandfather-grandson pair, it was not a big deal.

If Chen Lang truly could not beat them, his grandfather would never have accepted the challenges.

"By the way, brat, do you want me to tell Ning Fengzhi about that heavenly treasure you mentioned?" Sword Douluo asked.

"Not for now."

Chen Lang had changed his mind. He explained how Ning Rongrong had joined Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

"Then it seems Ning Fengzhi really has become wary of us grandfather and grandson. He's started making a second set of preparations..." Sword Douluo said, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

"Isn't that perfectly normal? Merchants value profit above all else. Keep that Aromatic Silk Beauty for now. Let's see what that little witch Ning Rongrong wants to do first."

Chen Lang's gaze gradually turned cold. "If that little witch wants to court death, then I'll grant her wish. If it's merely a marriage alliance, we can discuss the price later."

"Fine. You've always had your own mind since you were young, so I won't interfere. But while I'm in seclusion these next few years, try not to cause too much trouble. If you run into something you can't handle, go to your Grandpa Bone or Grandpa Poison." Sword Douluo said.

"I never go looking for trouble, all right? You're the one who spent a year and a half accepting so many challenge letters for me." Chen Lang rolled his eyes.

Other people screwed over their fathers and grandfathers. In his case, it was his grandfather screwing over his grandson!

"Your grandpa is giving you a chance to fleece some sheep, so don't act ungrateful after getting such a bargain!" Sword Douluo glared at his grandson again.

"Who told me to be your only biological grandson?" Chen Lang immediately filled Sword Douluo's cup with wine.

Of course, he understood Sword Douluo's intentions. Otherwise, at his grandfather's age, how could he possibly get worked up with others? He was only setting traps for those wealthy Titled Douluo.

It was all so that if Chen Lang and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ever went their separate ways, he would still have enough money to support himself.

They're both old foxes...

Watching from the side, Poison Douluo seemed to understand something as well and could not help sighing inwardly.

Neither of this grandfather-grandson pair was easy to deal with. Fortunately, he had formed a good relationship with them.

The next day.

Chen Lang got up early and went to the room where Sword Douluo had slept the night before. When he found that Sword Douluo had already left, he clenched his fists tightly, his face covered in a cold expression.

"Don't worry, Xiao Cheng. Your grandpa is fine. If he had suffered serious injuries, he wouldn't have been able to hide it while drinking last night." Poison Douluo appeared behind Chen Lang. "I just didn't expect you to have noticed so early."

"Since Grandpa doesn't want me to worry, I naturally won't let him worry that I'm worried."

Chen Lang sighed, then his gaze turned incomparably cold. "But I hope Grandpa Poison can help me investigate who injured my grandfather."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Those were all battles between Titled Douluo above Rank 95. I think you'd be better off asking Ning Fengzhi. His intelligence network is far better than this old man's."

Poison Douluo said, "But your grandfather went to challenge them himself. It was inevitable that he would get injured..."

"I understand all the reasoning."

Chen Lang returned to his usual expression, a wild smile curling across his lips. "But I work so hard at cultivation precisely so I won't have to reason with others."

"A grandfather can help his grandson without reason. Then a grandson helping his grandfather needs no reason either."

"If they want reason, then the sword in my hand is the truth!"

Besides, if it had merely been a spar where both sides stopped at the right point, how could the old man possibly hide it from me?