Another Home

The door opened, and Shen Yue, her eyes swollen from crying, was the first thing to meet his gaze.

The young girl threw herself onto Chen Han's chest and began to wail again, as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances she had suffered during this time in one go.

Chen Han said nothing, smiling faintly as he brushed his hand over Shen Yue's head.

He had already changed into a clean set of clothes, and most of the stench of blood had been washed away; otherwise, he surely would have scared his family half to death.

After Shen Yue cried for a while and finally calmed down, Chen Han lifted her face, frowned slightly, and used his sleeve to wipe away the tears and snot on her face with a look of feigned disgust.

"Stop crying, stop crying. You're already a grown young lady, yet you're still acting like a child."

Chen Han laughed.

Shen Yue gave Chen Han a resentful look, then bumped her head against his chest. "Big Brother... can you stop teasing me... That dead fatty came to cause trouble so many times, I was scared to death."

"Don't worry, Big Brother guarantees that no one will ever come to trouble you again."

"Husband, this..."

Previously, Shen Wan'er had been full of joy, looking at Chen Han with eyes brimming with affection, but as she noticed the lifeless body of the large man on the ground, her expression turned to one of worry.

"A beast has died, it is of no consequence."

Chen Han did not care in the slightest. He had already slaughtered his way through the Black Mountain Gang's martial artists; what did one beast without a background matter?

He gently pushed Shen Yue away, wearing a gentle, spring-breeze smile as he looked at her. "How about Big Brother takes you all to my home?"

"Big Brother's home? Isn't this already Big Brother's home?"

Shen Yue was a bit confused, her pretty little face full of bewilderment.

"It is, this is indeed Big Brother's home, but Big Brother has another home..."

Although Chen Han's growth in strength was rapid, he was still far too weak compared to the Black Mountain Gang and the various factions within the city.

Even if he was unwilling, he had to admit that only by relying on a great tree could one survive better in these chaotic times.

When it came down to it, Chen Han only wanted to utilize the resources of the Chen Family, treating it entirely as a stepping stone. When necessary, he would leave without hesitation, discard it, or even seize it for himself!

Let others call him heartless or cold-blooded...

Chen Mansion.

The six guards at the gate stood at the ready. With the world in such a state of unrest, they had to remain vigilant at all times.

Although, within Black Lion City, there was no faction that dared to trouble the Chen Family.

Just then, they saw four figures slowly approaching from a distance. They recognized one of them—it was Chen Han, who had previously been highly valued by the family for his exceptional martial talent.

Behind him were two sisters with similar, beautiful features, and finally, a middle-aged woman whose skin was still firm, hinting at the radiance she must have possessed in her youth.

"Hold it. What are you here for?"

They clearly took Chen Han for a weakling who couldn't survive in these chaotic times and had come to rely on the family.

Such family members were never well-received.

The family had explicit regulations: members cast out of the family had to be self-reliant and could no longer rely on the family or consume unnecessary resources.

The family was not a fallback, nor was it a shelter!

"I wish to see the Old Steward."

"For what purpose?"

Shen Yue and the others waited for Chen Han's response, keeping their heads low and not daring to relax. As commoners, they only dared to steal glances at this powerful, wealthy estate from time to time.

Their hearts were filled with longing, yet also an indescribable sense of trepidation.

This was the greatest common ailment of those born as commoners.

With his strength reaching the peak of the Internal Force realm, Chen Han's gaze had become confident. His back was straight, and his hands no longer fidgeted in that cowardly, spineless manner.

However, this drew the dissatisfaction of the six Mingjin Martial Artist guards. They were all in their forties, their bodies already stiff, with no hope of advancing further on the path of martial arts, which was why they had been assigned by the family to guard the gate.

Nevertheless, backing one of the three major factions in Black Lion City, combined with their status as Mingjin Martial Artists, made them quite arrogant.

On ordinary days, commoners would be respectful and submissive when they saw them.

But Chen Han, a man who had long been unable to practice martial arts, now displayed an air as if he were their equal, which greatly annoyed them, and their tone grew significantly sterner.

"The world is in chaos, and I intend for my wife to reside within the family estate."

Chen Han spoke naturally, as if he were discussing the most mundane matter, which only further irritated the men.

"Ridiculous!"

One of them immediately roared: "What do you think the family is! Can you not survive without the family? How could the family have produced a piece of trash like you!"

Shen Yue was visibly startled, and Shen Wan'er tugged at Chen Han's sleeve, signaling with her eyes that he should just give up if it wasn't possible.

Another man spoke sternly: "Chen Han, you know the family rules. The family is not here to provide you with a safety net."

"I am naturally aware of the family rules. You need only inform the Old Steward."

Chen Han did not yield an inch, crossing his arms over his chest with an impatient look.

"Chen Han! We have already told you the result. If it weren't for the fact that you were once the apple of the Old Steward's eye, this matter wouldn't be settled so easily. Hurry up and take your bunch of bumpkins and get lost!"

"Who are you calling a bumpkin..."

Chen Han let his hands drop naturally, his gaze darkening slightly.

Before he had the strength, he could play the subservient fool, act like a beast of burden, and keep his tail tucked between his legs, but now that his wings had grown and his confidence was forged, he would no longer compromise.

"It seems you have come to the family estate to throw a tantrum today, so don't blame your uncle."

As the man spoke, he stepped forward twice.

Chen Han showed no fear, raising a hand to signal the three women to move further away.

"Kid, your uncle will teach you a lesson on behalf of the Old Steward."

The guard reached out, intending to grab him by the collar, throw him to the ground, and stomp on him a few times to leave a deep impression on this arrogant, meddlesome brat.

To his surprise, the next moment Chen Han firmly gripped his outstretched hand, squeezing his wrist until it throbbed with pain.

Before he could react, Chen Han kicked him in the knee, causing the man to lose his balance and drop to one knee.

"Insubordinate!"

The others were stunned for a moment, but once they realized what had happened, they let out a roar and swarmed him.

Chen Han was challenging the authority of the family gatekeepers; regardless of whether he was a family member or not, they wouldn't be able to swallow this insult unless they beat him half to death.

"Very well, coming at me all at once saves me the trouble of wasting my time..."

A moment later, at the residence of the Chen Family head.

Chen Feng was sipping tea. Before him on the desk lay a mountain of papers—the daily family affairs he had to process. Finishing them and enjoying a good cup of tea was the most pleasant part of his day.

Fine crow's feet lined the corners of his eyes, marking him as a man in his middle years. His beard stood stiff and bristly, and his overall demeanor was one of kindness and benevolence, making him easy to be around.

"Family Head, it's bad, someone... someone is here causing trouble."

Just then, the guard from the main gate rushed in to report.

"Causing trouble? Can't you handle such a trivial matter yourselves? Why come to me?"

His tone grew more serious, laced with slight dissatisfaction.

"This person, this person..."

The guard hesitated, unable to find his words. Chen Feng finally turned to look at him, his brows knitting tightly together as he noticed the guard's face was bruised and battered, and he seemed to be limping.

"Six Mingjin Martial Artists couldn't win? There aren't many people like that in Black Lion City. Who is it?"

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze growing increasingly dark.

"It is... it is..."

Chen Feng asked impatiently, "Who is it?"

"It's Chen Han!"