Ten Days Later, Southern City Martial Arena

Su Chen said, "Who said I had any obligation to treat people from the Wang Family? Even if your brother died, what would that have to do with me?"

"Su Chen!"

Wang Bingyan let out a shriek. "You're still trying to shirk responsibility? If you hadn't stood by and watched him die without lifting a finger, how could my brother have become crippled? You're the reason he was crippled—you must take full responsibility!"

Su Chen's gaze turned cold as he said flatly, "Sorry, my time isn't meant to be wasted on mad dogs. Farewell."

As he spoke, Su Chen tapped off with both feet and lightly leaped over the heads of the crowd, heading forward.

"Stop him!" Wang Bingyan shrieked.

At once, two Wang Family disciples chased after him from either side, attempting to block Su Chen.

But Su Chen did not even spare them a glance. Spreading his arms, he threw out both fists simultaneously to the left and right.

The two of them felt as though massive boulders had slammed into their chests. Their vision went black, and they flew away like kites with severed strings.

"How is that possible?" Wang Bingyan was utterly shocked at the sight. Those two were no weaklings among the Wang Family disciples; their cultivation was even a notch stronger than Wang Teng's. Yet they had been sent flying so easily, without the slightest ability to resist?

Wang Bingyan could not help frowning. She did not know whether it was merely an illusion, but Su Chen's strength seemed to have advanced by leaps and bounds compared with that day at the Drunken Immortal Residence.

"Damn it, is there really no one who can stop him?" Wang Bingyan's eyes blazed with fury. Unfortunately, the people she had brought today were all young Wang Family disciples, and none were particularly outstanding. They could only watch Su Chen's retreating back in helplessness.

However, Su Chen had not gone far before he heard a refined voice behind him. "Brother Su, leaving just like this seems rather lacking in grace, does it not?"

Su Chen halted and looked toward the source of the voice.

He saw a handsome young man in a moon-white brocade robe slowly walk out from a nearby restaurant.

His eyes were calm and composed as he stared at Su Chen. It was Ye Xuan.

"Brother Ye Xuan!" Wang Bingyan rushed forward as though she had found her savior, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Brother Ye Xuan, you must stand up for me!"

Ye Xuan nodded. "I have already heard the whole story."

As he spoke, Ye Xuan looked at Su Chen. "Brother Su, leaving aside the fact that you once shared a table and a meal with my group, which makes us acquaintances—even if you were strangers, you should not have stood by and watched someone die. You were wrong in this matter."

Su Chen looked at Ye Xuan indifferently. This man was still the same as before, speaking in that lofty tone, like some judge passing moral judgment.

"I wonder how Young Master Ye intends to deal with me today. Cut off my foot, or my hand?" Su Chen sneered. He was no longer the same person who had first arrived in Clear River City. Now, even when facing an Essence Condensation Realm genius like Ye Xuan, he had nothing to fear.

Ye Xuan said, "Though you did not directly harm Miss Wang's brother, standing by and refusing to save him was an important reason why he became crippled. In my opinion, cutting off one of your own arms to apologize to Miss Wang would not be excessive."

Su Chen looked at Ye Xuan as though he were insane. "And if I refuse?"

Ye Xuan frowned. "Then I will do it for you."

Su Chen shook his head, finding it dull. Now that he had broken through to the Essence Condensation Realm, his way of thinking and his perspective were completely different from his previous life. Ye Xuan, the number one genius of Clear River City whom he had once looked up to from afar in his previous life, now seemed no more than ordinary. The disputes among Clear River City's younger generation now seemed so childish.

"If you think you can do it, then come," Su Chen said calmly, then walked past Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan froze. Anger gradually crawled across his handsome face. What did Su Chen mean by this? It was one thing for a Qi-Attraction Realm martial artist not to fear him, an Essence Condensation Realm genius, but Su Chen even seemed to hold a measure of contempt for him?

The matter at the Drunken Immortal Residence last time had already displeased Ye Xuan. Su Chen's attitude now caused an inexplicable fire to surge up in his heart.

"Brother Ye Xuan, this Su Chen is far too arrogant. If you do not personally teach him a lesson, he will never know the weight of his own worth!" Wang Bingyan said from the side.

Ye Xuan nodded with a grim face, then immediately shouted coldly at Su Chen's retreating back, "Su Chen!"

"Since you are so confident in yourself, let us fight!"

Ye Xuan said coldly, "If you lose, I will remove one of your arms before the entire Clear River City. Do you dare accept?"

Ye Xuan was certain that Su Chen would refuse!

Among Clear River City's younger generation, there was no one who dared fight Ye Xuan!

Yet Su Chen merely paused, then said calmly, "When and where?"

Ye Xuan practically gritted his teeth as he coldly forced out several words. "Ten days from now, at the Southern City Martial Arena!"

"Fine." Su Chen nodded. "I'll be there then."

With that, Su Chen no longer wasted time and strode away without looking back.

Ye Xuan stared at Su Chen's departing figure, his gaze so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water. He had not expected Su Chen to truly dare accept his challenge.

"Brother Ye, is there something wrong with Su Chen's head? He actually dared accept your challenge! You're the number one genius among Clear River City's younger generation—is he tired of living?" Wang Bingyan said sweetly. "Brother Ye, when the time comes, you must seek justice for my brother!"

"Naturally." Ye Xuan nodded indifferently. When the time came, he would make Su Chen understand what it meant to overestimate oneself!

Speaking of Su Chen.

After shaking off Wang Bingyan's entanglement, he returned to the Jiang Family.

He took a hot bath, then slept soundly, replenishing the energy he had expended during half a month in the mountains.

Early the next morning, Xu Yin came to see him.

"Xiao Chen, you didn't encounter any danger during this trip into the mountains, did you?"

Xu Yin asked with concern. Though she knew the question was practically pointless—if Su Chen had truly encountered danger, he would not have returned so unharmed.

Still, concern arose instinctively in her heart. Especially when she saw the injuries on Su Chen's arms and legs that had yet to fully heal, she knew that although he might not have faced any great danger on this trip, he had still suffered some minor wounds.

"Don't worry, Auntie. I didn't encounter any danger." Su Chen smiled. He did not tell Xu Yin about encountering the Iron Garb Sect; that would only make her worry for nothing.

Only after hearing Su Chen say this did Xu Yin finally feel at ease.

"Auntie, your old injury hasn't flared up again these past half month, has it?" Su Chen asked.

"No." Xu Yin shook her head, then asked in confusion, "Come to think of it, what kind of pill was that you gave me last time? Since taking it, not only has my old injury not acted up again, but I feel full of energy, as though I have strength I can never exhaust. It feels as though I suddenly became ten years younger."

Su Chen smiled. "That is naturally because Auntie was already young to begin with—forever youthful and naturally beautiful. What does it have to do with my pill?"

Xu Yin burst out laughing. "You child, when did you become so glib-tongued?"