"Good barking. Take this and buy some Yangzang Pills!"
Chen Xuan took out a hundred taels of silver from his robes and tossed them onto the ground.
Yangzang Pills were medicinal pills used by disciples at the Seventh Stage of Body Tempering, the Yangzang Realm.
Each pill was worth only a few dozen taels of silver.
To the current Chen Xuan, it was merely a drop in the ocean.
"Oh, right. My name is Chen Xuan. If you want revenge, have Meng Changsheng come find me. I'll take whatever moves he has." With that, Chen Xuan turned around and looked at Chen Shitou. "Shitou, let's go."
At this moment, Chen Shitou was still somewhat dazed.
He looked at Meng Hu kneeling on the ground. Meng Hu, who had run rampant through the Outer Sect and whom no one had ever dared provoke, was now sprawled across the bluestone slabs like a homeless dog. It was impossible to tell whether the moisture on his face was sweat or tears, and though his lips trembled, he could not utter a single word.
Then he looked at Chen Xuan.
This younger brother who, two months ago, had still squeezed into a crude hut with him and worried over being sent away was now dressed in the robes of an Inner Disciple, a white jade token hanging from his waist. Every gesture he made carried an imposing air that people dared not meet head-on.
For a moment, Chen Shitou did not know whether this was a dream or reality.
"Shitou!"
Chen Xuan called out again.
"Brother Xuan, let's go!"
Only then did Chen Shitou come back to his senses.
The two walked out of the Martial Arts Arena side by side.
The Outer Disciples ahead of them automatically parted to make way, receding to