I'm Making You Apologize

The grand wedding procession had stopped at the Yu family's gate. Yet no one had expected that the greater the display of pomp, the deeper the pain it would brew.

The two sides were locked in a standoff. Yang Wu was among the Yang family's wedding procession, but he was covered in wounds and having them bandaged amidst the crowd. He had clearly just been through a battle, and judging by his injuries, his opponent had shown no mercy.

"The marriage was already agreed upon, yet not only are you going back on your word at the last moment, you even injured Yang Wu. Yu Family Patriarch, do you truly think our Yang family is so easy to provoke?" the leader of the Yang family's wedding procession shouted in a low voice.

This man was named Yang Qinzheng, one of the Yang family's many experts. He usually handled matters concerning wedding processions, using his presence to deter petty scoundrels with ill intentions.

But today's matter had left Yang Qinzheng in a difficult position. If the Yang family had suffered such a loss during a wedding procession in the past, he would have acted without another word. Yet today, he truly did not know how to make a move.

The Yu Family Patriarch sneered with complete confidence. "Yang Qinzheng, there is no need for you to threaten me. Xiaohui is a renowned beauty in the Great Wilderness. Anyone who wishes to be worthy of her must naturally possess the strength to match. Yes, our Yu family did arrange this marriage with your Yang family. But now that Yang Wu is crippled, he still wants to marry Xiaohui? To put it bluntly, isn't that a toad lusting after swan flesh?"

Xiaohui was the name of the Yu family's young miss, Yu Xiaohui.

Yu Xiaohui sneered as well. "Yang Wu, if I were you, I would hurry back home. You have already lost an arm, and you will only become a useless cripple in the future. Why humiliate yourself here?"

Yang Wu's eyes were bloodshot. He had never imagined that Yu Xiaohui, who had always been so gentle and obedient around him, would betray him today.

As the saying went, true feelings were revealed in adversity. He had once thought Yu Xiaohui would be his everything.

But he had been too naive.

"Yu Xiaohui, you will regret this," Yang Wu said through gritted teeth.

"Regret?" At that moment, a mocking voice rang out. "Yang Wu, you think far too highly of yourself."

The owner of that voice was Wang Yunkai, the new lofty branch Yu Xiaohui had clung to.

Standing among the Yu family's group, Wang Yunkai said disdainfully, "Xiaohui will only enjoy happiness after she follows me. If she truly married a useless cripple like you, who knows what hardships she would suffer in the future? Why would she regret it?"

Yu Xiaohui clung obediently to Wang Yunkai's shoulder and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Brother Wang, why lower yourself to the level of this useless cripple?"

Wang Yunkai had clearly been enchanted out of his wits by Yu Xiaohui's obedient and thoughtful appearance. Her teasing only intensified his desire to show off. He sneered, "Yang Wu, get lost already. And you, Yang family wedding procession, let me make this clear today: Yu Xiaohui is my woman. Your Yang family should stop dreaming about her, because no one in your Yang family is worthy of Xiaohui!"

Though Yang Qinzheng's rage soared to the heavens, there was nothing he could do.

Wang Yunkai was from the Wang family, a major tribe.

Now that Wang Yunkai had stepped forward to protect the Yu family, what could the Yang family possibly do?

Yang Wu's eyes were filled with unwillingness. As he stared at Wang Yunkai, his gaze resembled that of a leopard, bloodshot and fierce. Those eyes contained both fury and hatred.

Being stared at by such eyes made Wang Yunkai uncomfortable all over. He said angrily, "What, Yang Wu? Do you still want to come up here and humiliate yourself? Hahaha, it seems our earlier exchange was not enough for you to taste pain. I'm not trying to bully you, Yang Wu. Forget you—even the so-called geniuses of the Yang family are all useless trash in my eyes. And you are merely one among that pile of trash."

Mocked like this, Yang Wu wanted to retaliate, but his entire body was filled with helplessness.

He had already exchanged blows with Wang Yunkai earlier, only to suffer a crushing defeat.

Forget that one of his arms was broken—even if it were intact, how could he possibly be a match for Wang Yunkai, a Body Refining Realm Fifth Level cultivator?

Who could refute those words?

At the very least, he was powerless to refute them.

But just as despair and helplessness overwhelmed him, an ill-timed voice suddenly cut in. "Is that so? Wang Yunkai, you keep saying that everyone in our Yang family is useless trash. Then I would like to see just what sort of thing you, Wang Yunkai, really are."

As those words fell, Yang Chen gradually came into view alongside Yang Yuan.

The youth stood beneath the dazzling sunlight, especially conspicuous.

Yang Chen held a silver spear and rode slowly forward on a steed with fiery red hide.

"It's Yang Chen!"

"The Yang family's most outstanding genius, Yang Chen!"

When the Yu family saw Yang Chen appear, their expressions changed slightly. The same was true for Yu Xiaohui. To her, Yang Chen's reputation was no mere rumor, because she had personally witnessed his strength.

But Wang Yunkai was different.

As a genius from a major tribe, he paid no attention to the Coming-of-Age Ceremony of a mid-sized tribe.

As for Yang Chen's results at the Coming-of-Age Ceremony, he had merely treated them as rumors.

"Haha, I was wondering who it was. I just made one piece of trash shut up, and now another has come along. Your Yang family really has a lot of trash," Wang Yunkai sneered.

"Is that so? Trash? Wang Yunkai, if I remember correctly, you seem to owe me an apology. I'm curious—since you keep calling me trash, what does that make someone who owes trash an apology?" Yang Chen said stiffly.

At the mention of the matter of an apology, Wang Yunkai's expression shifted slightly.

Indeed, in theory, he truly did owe Yang Chen an apology.

Back then, no one had thought Yang Chen could heal Feng Xuewu's mother, but Yang Chen had done it. If he refused to apologize to Yang Chen, would that not mean he had no respect for Feng Xuewu at all? Yet asking him to apologize to Yang Chen was simply wishful thinking.

To a genius from a major tribe like him, face was greater than everything.

Wang Yunkai said with an ugly expression, "Yang Chen, your Yang family really is skilled at producing useless trash. So your Yang family failed to secure this marriage, and force won't work—are you planning to come reason with me now? Hahahaha! Yang Chen, if you kneel and beg me, it is not as though I would refuse to apologize to you."

"This is going too far!"

"This is going too far."

Quite a few members of the Yang family could no longer endure it.

Wang Yunkai was far too arrogant. One "useless trash" after another rolled off his tongue—he clearly did not take the Yang family seriously at all.

With such mockery, where would the Yang family's dignity be placed if word got out?

Yang Chen had to admit that Wang Yunkai was more troublesome than Yang Wu.

He smiled and shook his head, then leaped down from his horse and walked slowly toward the crowd. "You have it wrong, Wang Yunkai. I'm making you apologize. I'm merely discussing the matter at hand. But it seems you lack a man's sense of responsibility. Still, you kept saying just now that everyone in our Yang family is useless trash. I'm curious—if you lose to someone from our Yang family, then what are you?"

I came down with a high fever today, 39 degrees... The update was a little late. Sorry.