Moral Blackmail? Han Yu: Does My Dignity Not Count? Chen Xin Enraged: I'll Teach You a Lesson for Your Parents!

The two rushed to the Main Hall, only to find it empty, so they simply went straight to Chen Xin's residence.

Before they even entered the courtyard, Gu Rong's booming voice rang out:

"Old Scoundrel!

Fengzhi!

Come out and take a look at my good grandson!"

Inside, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin exchanged a glance, hurriedly wiped the worry from their faces, and pushed open the door.

"Old Bones, what are you shouting for..."

Chen Xin had barely gotten halfway through his sentence when his eyes suddenly widened, staring fixedly at Gu Rong.

"Your Soul Power... peak Rank 96?!"

Gu Rong proudly raised his chin.

"Looks like you still have some eye for talent!

But that's nothing. Take another look at Yu'er!"

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin both turned their gazes toward Han Yu.

After sensing him for only a moment, the two men sharply drew in a breath.

"Rank 50?!"

Ning Fengzhi cried out.

"Yu'er, you reached Quasi-Soul King at twelve years old?!"

Chen Xin was equally full of disbelief.

"How is that possible... He's simply a monster!"

Gu Rong burst into laughter.

"Of course!

Whose grandson do you think he is?

Fengzhi, Yu'er only lacks a Soul Ring now.

By the way, that girl Rongrong has been out for quite some time.

Hurry and send someone to call her back so she can see how outstanding her fiancé is!"

At the mention of "Rongrong," Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's expressions stiffened.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered as he gave a dry laugh.

"Uncle Gu, Rongrong is currently training outside. She's at a critical point of gaining insight.

Yu'er's hunt for a Soul Ring is more important, so let's not disturb her for now."

Chen Xin also chimed in from the side.

"That's right, Old Bones. That girl Rongrong loves to play around. It wasn't easy for her to finally be willing to endure some hardship and train outside, so let her be.

I'll personally help Yu'er hunt his fifth Soul Ring!"

Watching the two of them play along with each other, Han Yu's lips curled into a cold smile.

Having awakened the memories of his past life half a month ago, how could he not know what Ning Rongrong was doing now?

"Uncle Ning, Grandpa Sword."

Han Yu fixed Ning Fengzhi with a sharp gaze.

"Is Rongrong really training?"

Han Yu remembered.

During this time, Ning Rongrong had joined Shrek Academy.

Normally, Han Yu would have had no reason to worry.

But then he thought back over the previous six years.

Before awakening his memories.

Whenever he faced Ning Rongrong, he had always kept a stern expression.

Whenever Ning Rongrong caused trouble in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and provoked Han Yu, she would truly be disciplined.

Thus, over the past two years.

Ning Rongrong and Han Yu's relationship had been terrible.

Based on Han Yu's understanding of Ning Rongrong.

This time, when she went to Shrek.

She would probably deliberately find someone to provoke him.

Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"Yu'er, what do you mean by that?"

Han Yu said bluntly.

"At Shrek Academy, she's gotten quite close to a food-type Soul Master named Oscar.

Do you dare say you don't know about this?"

Han Yu stared at Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

He was bluffing.

If Ning Rongrong had truly done that.

Then naturally, he could no longer want her.

If Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin chose to be honest.

That would naturally be best.

At worst, he and Ning Rongrong would have nothing to do with each other for the rest of their lives.

But if the two of them concealed it...

The moment those words left his mouth, the courtyard fell deathly silent.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's faces changed drastically, their eyes filled with shock.

The smile on Gu Rong's face froze instantly. He abruptly turned to Ning Fengzhi, his voice frighteningly low.

"Fengzhi, is what Yu'er said true?

Rongrong cuckolded Yu'er?!"

Cold sweat seeped from Ning Fengzhi's forehead as he hurriedly explained.

"Uncle Gu, Yu'er, don't misunderstand!

Rongrong was only confused for a moment. She's still a child and doesn't understand. She was deceived by someone's sweet talk..."

Ning Fengzhi had thought Han Yu and Gu Rong had also received word of it.

But hearing Ning Fengzhi say that.

Han Yu's heart sank.

So it was true?

Ning Fengzhi was actually still making excuses for her?

"Doesn't understand?"

Han Yu coldly interrupted him.

"She's twelve years old. Since she knows she has a marriage engagement, yet she still behaves ambiguously with another man.

Uncle Ning, is this the upbringing of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Chen Xin frowned and could not help speaking.

"Yu'er, is that any way to speak to your Uncle Ning?

Rongrong is your fiancée after all. Fengzhi will naturally handle this matter, so why do you insist on dwelling on it?"

"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Ning Fengzhi keenly caught those words in Han Yu's statement, and his heart immediately sank.

He suddenly realized that Han Yu had not grown up in the sect since childhood.

When Han Yu was five, his parents had left him here in their care while they traveled in search of opportunities.

Because Ning Rongrong was spoiled and constantly made trouble, Han Yu usually did nothing but cultivate or stay with Gu Rong.

He had never felt much belonging toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi had originally harbored a perfect plan.

He wanted to use Han Yu's marriage engagement with Ning Rongrong to firmly bind this peerless genius with twin ultimate Martial Souls to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's chariot.

But now, it seemed he had only made things worse!

He absolutely could not let Han Yu become alienated from them like this!

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, forced a gentle smile, and made one final effort.

"Yu'er, don't say such distant words.

Rongrong has been spoiled by us since she was little, so she has a rebellious personality.

She likely went to Shrek because you were too focused on cultivation and neglected her.

She felt wronged, so she deliberately found someone to make you angry.

How could that food-type Soul Master with no background possibly compare to you?

Don't worry. Once she returns, Uncle Ning will definitely make her kneel and apologize to you. I'll punish her severely and give you a satisfactory explanation!"

Listening to Ning Fengzhi's attempt to downplay the matter and morally blackmail him, Han Yu felt nothing but disgust.

He did not respond to Ning Fengzhi at all. Instead, he turned toward Chen Xin, who had just rebuked him.

Facing the lofty Sword Douluo, there was not the slightest trace of reverence on Han Yu's face as he sneered.

"'Grandpa Sword,' what an interesting thing to say.

What do you mean, I'm dwelling on it?"

"You weren't the one who got cuckolded, so of course it's easy for you to talk!

If someone put a green hat on your head, could you also be so magnanimous and say, 'It will naturally be handled,' then act as though nothing happened?"

Chen Xin had always been arrogant and held an exalted position within the sect. When had he ever been challenged so sharply and sarcastically by a junior?

Chen Xin's face instantly flushed red as he roared.

"Presumptuous!

Han Yu, how dare you speak to me like that!"

"How did I speak?"

Han Yu did not retreat in the slightest, meeting Chen Xin's eyes directly.

"I merely stated the facts!

The face of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is face, but the dignity of Han Yu does not count as dignity?!"

Chen Xin laughed in fury, his eyes filled with icy coldness.

In his view, Rongrong had been pampered since childhood.

This time, she had most likely only acted out of a young girl's temperament, deliberately finding someone to put on a show and anger Han Yu.

It was not a major matter at all.

Yet Han Yu was not only making a fuss over it, he even dared to show such disrespect toward his elders and mock him!

"What a sharp-tongued brat!

Rongrong merely wanted to get your attention and play a little joke on you, yet you dare spout such nonsense here and even insult me!"

Chen Xin snorted coldly.

An incomparably sharp sword intent erupted suddenly, accompanied by the Soul Power pressure of a Titled Douluo. Like Mount Tai bearing down from above, it pressed directly toward Han Yu.

"Today, I will teach you what it means to respect your teachers and elders in place of your parents!"