What Does Generosity Mean?

What did five hundred jin mean?

It meant that Yang Chen had already reached the Body Refining Realm Second Level and was even not far from the Body Refining Realm Third Level. Such an achievement on a thirteen-year-old boy could only be called neither good nor bad. Within the Yang Lineage, it was not outstanding—only excellent.

But what if someone went from a useless piece of trash with no strength to bind a chicken in three days to the Body Refining Realm Second Level?

Yes, an ordinary person could not reach the Body Refining Realm Second Level from scratch in three days.

But that did not mean a genius could not!

Genius! A word that made people look up in admiration.

There were quite a few in the Yang Lineage who called themselves geniuses, and quite a few who were called geniuses by others. For example, Yang Heng's older brother, Yang Wu, was also thirteen, yet had already reached the Body Refining Realm Fourth Level and was known as a genius. But what kind of fucking genius was that? The Great Wilderness had produced true geniuses—someone who entered the Spiritual Martial Realm at only eighteen. That was a truly monstrous genius.

And back then, that person's cultivation speed did not seem much faster than her younger brother's. From an ordinary person with no experience at all, he had reached the Body Refining Realm Second Level after three days of secluded cultivation?

She did not know that Yang Chen had begun cultivating martial arts long ago. She only thought that her younger brother had cultivated for merely three days.

But in truth, Yang Chen's actual cultivation time could not exactly be called three days, yet three days was not far off either.

Yang Chen clapped his hands, turned around, and said with a smile, "Sister, what do you think?"

Yang Caidie said nothing. Her eyes merely grew moist, and with a wail, she threw her arms around Yang Chen. Tears pattered down, making her all the more delicate and lovely. Completely disregarding the rule that men and women should not touch intimately, she held Yang Chen in a death grip, nearly leaving him unable to catch his breath.

"My treasure, Sister was wrong. If I had known you were a genius sooner, I would not have delayed you for so long." Yang Caidie was filled with guilt and self-reproach. More often than not, she had simply not wanted Yang Chen to suffer so much.

Yang Chen was startled by Yang Caidie's fierce display, then soon found himself laughing helplessly. "Sister, it's fine. It's all right now. Stop crying."

Yang Caidie cried even harder, leaving Yang Chen feeling lost and wistful. Perhaps this woman's tears were not only born of guilt, but also of the grievances she had endured over so many years. Yang Caidie had never been able to voice those grievances before, but how could a woman who had supported a household alone for so many years have none?

She had been unable to tell Yang Chen of those grievances before. Yet when she saw Yang Chen's talent, it was as if the door holding them in had found a key. It flew open in an instant, and everything came pouring out beyond her control.

Gu Mingyue wiped away tears at the side as well, crying until her face was smeared with tears and snot. She muttered, "My young master is a genius... My young master is a genius..."

Yang Chen gradually became unsure whether showing off that move had been right or wrong. After Gu Mingyue came out with him, her big eyes were filled with worship. She looked as though she had fallen under a spell; even her walk was proud and spirited, her head held high with absolute confidence.

After finally soothing Yang Caidie, Yang Chen planned to visit Second Master Yang and brought Gu Mingyue along. Yet from the moment they stepped outside, the little girl's eyes never left him. She stared at him as though he were an idol, following close behind him, never more than a step away.

Gu Mingyue truly felt incomparably confident now. Although Zhou Huaiyi had betrayed them, one thing he had said was not wrong. In the past, when Yang Chen's servants went out, they could hardly hold their heads high. They did not even dare say they were Yang Chen's servants, afraid others would laugh at them.

Even if Gu Mingyue refused to admit it, how could there not have been the slightest trace of inferiority in her heart?

But now, things were different.

Whether others knew it or not, in her eyes, her young master was a genius.

"Mingyue, remember, when we get to Second Master's place, you must speak respectfully," Yang Chen reminded her.

"Don't worry, Young Master." Gu Mingyue smiled brightly.

Yang Chen nodded. He did not worry further. Though Gu Mingyue was young, she understood propriety quite thoroughly.

Visiting Second Master Yang was something Yang Chen had to do. After all, Second Master Yang had already told him to pay a visit. Even though Yang Chen's alchemy in his previous life had been extraordinary enough to shock the world, in this life he was merely an ordinary member of the Yang Lineage. Although his recent performance had been remarkable, he still had to show his elders sufficient respect.

Besides, Second Master Yang's alchemy environment was far superior to his own. Yang Chen was more than willing to refine pills there.

However, whether it was enemies meeting on a narrow road or something else, halfway there, he ran into his old rival in the Yang Lineage again—Yang Heng.

No one knew how Zhou Huaiyi had won Yang Heng over, but Xiao Hui, the former bootlicker at Yang Heng's side, had clearly been replaced by Zhou Huaiyi. Zhou Huaiyi now trotted behind Yang Heng, treating him as the horse's head to follow, bowing and scraping.

Yang Heng was currently basking in the spring breeze of success. The source of his smug delight was a beautiful young girl beside him, who looked to be around thirteen or fourteen. She was indeed quite lovely, but from Yang Chen's perspective, there was a cold thinness in her eyes. She was likely sharp-tongued and mean by nature.

Judging by Yang Heng's manner, he was clearly pursuing this girl with wild abandon, and the results seemed obvious. At the very least, the girl appeared to have blossomed with joy.

Yang Chen had no intention of bothering with Yang Heng and prepared to pass by. But just because he wished it did not mean Yang Heng did as well.

When Yang Chen saw Yang Heng, Yang Heng saw Yang Chen too. He had been wondering how to display his capabilities before Sun Qiaomei. The moment he spotted Yang Chen, an idea struck him. Delighted beyond measure, he thought, Hadn't the opportunity come knocking?

Naturally, Yang Heng could not openly go looking for trouble with Yang Chen. He had to pretend to be broad-minded. He glanced at Zhou Huaiyi and gave him a clear enough hint.

There was a reason Zhou Huaiyi had managed to squeeze out Xiao Hui, the servant who had once been especially skilled at flattering others, and become Yang Heng's favored attendant. At the very least, he was exceptionally perceptive. With a single look from his master, he immediately understood and sneered, "Oh my, isn't that Yang Chen? The Coming-of-Age Ceremony is almost here, yet you're still wandering around idle with a little maid. You truly are a first-class piece of 'trash.'"

Having received Yang Heng's signal, Zhou Huaiyi spoke with boundless confidence, not worrying in the slightest that Yang Chen would retaliate.

This made Yang Chen abruptly abandon his intention to pass by. Rather than becoming angry, he smiled and turned around to look Yang Heng and Zhou Huaiyi over.

Yang Heng clicked his tongue and said, "Qiaomei, I forgot to introduce you."

"No introduction is needed. Yang Chen, the useless trash of your Yang Lineage—Yang Heng, you are one of the Yang Lineage's geniuses, after all. You should at least show some taste in the people you associate with. You should stay farther away from garbage like this, lest it bring bad luck and lower our standing." Sun Qiaomei yawned and spoke lazily.

She had long heard that the Yang Lineage had a useless trash named Yang Chen. More importantly, Yang Chen's sister had some conflict with the Sun family, so Sun Qiaomei did not hold back in mocking him. In any case, a cowardly waste like him would not dare talk back.

Yang Heng echoed, "Qiaomei, you are right. Look at this servant of mine—he can never stop himself from saying things. Still, perhaps I must admit that what he said does make some sense. My servant is simply honest; he says whatever he sees!"

Zhou Huaiyi hurriedly apologized, as though he had truly misspoken in the heat of the moment.

Yang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Yang Heng, master and servant, you two are putting on quite a lively duet. By the way, Zhou Huaiyi is your servant now, right? Shall I teach you how a servant ought to speak, so he can learn the rules of being a slave?"

"Yang Chen, why lower yourself to the level of a slave? Does that not only prove that you are narrow-minded? Besides, my slave may be blunt, but everything he said was the truth, wasn't it? Hahaha!" Yang Heng burst into laughter.

Gu Mingyue stamped her foot furiously beside them. "Yang Heng, you're the trash!"

Yang Chen waved his hand to stop Gu Mingyue, then said with a smile, "Yang Heng, you said Zhou Huaiyi was telling the truth just now, right?"

"Wasn't he?" Yang Heng retorted.

Yang Chen clicked his tongue. "It seems you have forgotten a few things, Yang Heng. Not long ago, you lost three hundred spirit stones to me. I am rather curious—if you lost so thoroughly, and I am trash, then what are you? Trash among trash? After all, no matter how you put it, you seem to be my defeated opponent."

As members of the same Lineage, Yang Chen had not wanted to tear their faces apart. But Yang Heng kept pressing forward, showing him not the slightest respect, and seemed to have taken his forbearance for weakness. Yang Chen might not be the sort to repay every slight with an eye for an eye, but that did not mean he did not know how to write the word "revenge."

Since Yang Heng truly wanted to cause trouble, Yang Chen did not mind exposing the matter of Yang Heng losing to him precisely when Yang Heng most wanted to show himself off.

Indeed, Yang Heng very much wanted to display himself now. At least compared to Yang Chen, he would feel superior and confident. But he suddenly remembered that he had once lost to Yang Chen, and Yang Chen actually had the nerve to air that matter out.

Yang Chen's words immediately made Sun Qiaomei frown. It was currently the period before the Coming-of-Age Ceremony, when she was choosing a future marriage match among the Yang Lineage in advance. She had Yang Heng as her second choice, which was why she had remained neither warm nor cold toward him, wanting to observe him more deeply.

Now that she heard Yang Chen's words, her interest was instantly piqued.

Yang Heng clearly saw what Sun Qiaomei was thinking and immediately flew into a rage. "Yang Chen, you are spouting bloody lies! When... when did I ever lose to you?"

"Oh? That is true. It is always easy to deny such things, but spirit stones do not lie. Three hundred spirit stones should be quite a considerable sum. If possible, why not let Brother Yang Heng display his wealth, so Miss Sun will not think you are a penniless pauper with not even a shred of security to offer?" Yang Chen said unhurriedly.

Those words were like silver needles, stabbing Yang Heng until his heart bled.

Sun Qiaomei's willow eyebrows rose as well. Yang Chen's words had stirred her interest. She truly was curious how many spirit stones Yang Heng, a young man praised as a youthful genius, possessed.

Where would Yang Heng have any spirit stones now? He had lost all three hundred to Yang Chen. The few he had left would only be humiliating if he showed them.

But how could Yang Heng admit it? He roared, "Yang Chen, what the hell are you? Why should I let you know how many spirit stones I have?"

"Mm, that makes sense. But I have heard that you, Yang Heng, are extremely generous. I heard that Zhou Huaiyi, who was once my servant, came to serve you because he heard that you, as a master, were far more generous than I was. How about this? Why not reward Zhou Huaiyi with something now? It would be unfortunate if he betrayed me to join you, only to leave others feeling chilled to the bone." Yang Chen spoke calmly.

Yang Chen had many ways to deal with Yang Heng. He had simply disdained to use such methods before.

Upon hearing Yang Chen's words, Zhou Huaiyi swallowed hard. To be honest, though Yang Heng had promoted him repeatedly since he came here, he had not received a single real benefit.

Seeing Yang Heng's face turn the color of pig liver, Yang Chen slowly said, "It seems your generous 'character' is somewhat undeserved, Yang Heng. Since you like comparing yourself to me, let us compare. Mingyue, here are two hundred spirit stones. Take them—this is your young master's reward."

As he spoke, Yang Chen took out a bag of spirit stones. There were two hundred in total, and without even blinking, he handed them to Gu Mingyue before looking at Yang Heng.

The meaning was simple.

Hadn't you been shouting so fiercely just now?

If you have the ability, take out two hundred spirit stones for Zhou Huaiyi as well.