You Old Fox, Playing Against Type

"Are you Mr. Sunday?"

Yu Yuanzhen considered his words briefly and decided to negotiate first.

Sunday raised an eyebrow at Yu Yuanzhen's courteous tone.

"I am. Were you the one calling for me just now?"

"Boy, watch your tone!"

Seeing Sunday's attitude, Yu Luomian scowled and started forward.

Yu Yuanzhen's face darkened as he watched Yu Luomian court death, and he promptly gave him a hefty slap.

"Watch your own tone! Is he someone you can address by name? Call him Your Excellency!"

Yu Luomian was dazed by the slap from Yu Yuanzhen.

"Brother, why are we being so polite? Didn't we come to make trouble?"

Yu Yuanzhen seethed at Yu Luomian's brainless remark.

Why was this brat never this stupid when he was fighting for power and profit?

"Who told you I came to make trouble? You dare presume to know my intentions?"

Hearing his elder brother's words, Yu Luomian hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head.

"I wouldn't dare. Whatever you say, brother."

Yu Yuanzhen snorted, then turned to Sunday, who stood opposite them enjoying the show.

"Ahem. My younger brother was rude. Please don't take offense."

"Oh, so you came to make trouble?"

Sunday folded his arms and looked at Yu Luomian, who was clutching his cheek. He was genuinely curious about how this man's brain worked.

In the original story, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan seemed to have fallen the fastest precisely because this fool had bargained with a tiger for its skin and struck a deal with Spirit Hall.

Hearing Sunday's question, Yu Yuanzhen shook his head, helplessness creeping into his voice.

"You misunderstand. I came to apologize on Xiaogang's behalf."

As he spoke, bitterness welled up inside him. That good-for-nothing son of his had stirred up such enormous trouble again.

The last time had been when he seduced Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, hadn't it?

Yu Luomian looked incredulous when he heard that Yu Yuanzhen had come to apologize.

"Brother, we came to apologize?"

He had thought his elder brother had emerged from seclusion to fight Sunday and settle who was stronger, all for the honor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Seriously, why drag me along for your apology? I'm not that useless fool's father. You have to drag me into this humiliation too?

Resentment surged through Yu Luomian. At that moment, he felt Yu Yuanzhen was bringing utter disgrace upon the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Brother, you really have grown old.

As he watched the faintly helpless Yu Yuanzhen, who seemed increasingly unlike the elder brother he remembered-the man who had battled heroes across the land-a plan took shape in his mind.

"Apologize?"

"Apologize?"

Yu Yuanzhen's words left not only Sunday dumbfounded, but Meng Shenji and his two companions exchanging looks, all wondering whether they were still half-asleep.

"Old Meng, has Yu Yuanzhen suffered cultivation deviation?"

"No idea. With the way things used to go, wouldn't they already be fighting?"

"Let's wait and see."

Sunday dug a finger into his ear after hearing Yu Yuanzhen's words.

"What did you say, Sect Master Yu? I don't think I heard you clearly."

I haven't entered a dream bubble, so why am I hearing things?

"You! How dare you humiliate my elder-"

"That's enough, Luo Mian."

Yu Yuanzhen stopped Yu Luomian before he could erupt, then looked at Sunday and sighed.

"You heard correctly, Mr. Sunday. I came to apologize on behalf of my good-for-nothing son."

"But your tone just now, Your Excellency Yu..."

Meng Shenji was still puzzled by Yu Yuanzhen's explanation. Then why were you shouting so loudly just now?

No matter how you look at it, that didn't seem like someone coming to apologize, did it?

"Ahem, ahem."

Yu Yuanzhen coughed twice, somewhat embarrassed.

"Wasn't that quicker? I only left seclusion temporarily this time, so I can't stay long.

"Besides, when you're apologizing, doesn't a louder voice show greater sincerity?"

The others were utterly speechless. What sort of eccentrics did the Yu family produce?

Thanks to Yu Yuanzhen's booming voice, quite a few students had already gathered at the gates and were quietly watching.

"Heh. You certainly are an interesting man, Sect Master Yu."

Sunday's mouth twitched. Yu Yuanzhen really was courting death. Luckily for him, Sunday wasn't someone like Tang Hao.

Otherwise, his first order of business upon reaching the gates would have been to give Yu Yuanzhen a Praise of Light and Scars.

"My apologies. I didn't think it through."

As he spoke, Yu Yuanzhen took an arc-wreathed ganoderma from the Storage Soul Tool on his hand. He gave it one reluctant look, then offered it to Sunday.

"I've heard everything about what Xiaogang did. As his father, I offer this to you as compensation, Mr. Sunday. I hope you can forgive Xiaogang."

Standing beside him, Yu Luomian stared at what Yu Yuanzhen had offered, his face filled with shock and greed.

"Thunder Jade Ganoderma! That's a top-grade lightning-attribute herb! Brother, the sect only has seven in total. You're handing one over just for that useless Yu Xiaogang?"

Yu Luomian truly hadn't expected Yu Yuanzhen to be so extravagant. Even he wasn't entitled to consume something like this.

"That's enough, Luo Mian. I withdrew this in my own name. I'll make up for it later."

Yu Yuanzhen's heart ached too. This thing was indeed rare, but what else could he give?

The other party was a Titled Douluo and now had the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's support. He hardly lacked anything else.

Perhaps only a spiritual herb like this, capable of replenishing depleted vitality, would catch his eye.

He couldn't afford to gamble on whether Sunday would use Yu Xiaogang's actions as a pretext to trouble the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Back when Yu Xiaogang had grown close to Bibi Dong, Qian Xunji had sent two Titled Douluos to blockade their gates. How many Gold Soul Coins had they ultimately paid before the matter was settled?

This time, it was the same familiar opening. Taking the initiative was better than waiting for Sunday to blockade their gates and demand a lion's share.

Sunday examined the Thunder Jade Ganoderma in his hand. Finding its energy extremely weak and impure, he casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"I've accepted your goodwill, Sect Master Yu. As for Yu Xiaogang, I never took the matter to heart in the first place.

"Still, I should tell you this, Sect Master Yu: if you don't put a stop to his behavior, he'll drag the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan down with him someday."

With that, Sunday vanished from the academy gates without waiting to hear what else Yu Yuanzhen had to say.

"You!"

Seeing Sunday disappear, Yu Luomian nearly burst a lung with rage. A mere boy dared to treat the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with such disregard!

"Luo Mian! Let's go."

Yu Yuanzhen gave Yu Luomian a warning, then turned and left Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

He had apologized, with so many witnesses present. He had shown his sincerity, and the gift had been accepted.

Only once he was certain Sunday would no longer cause them trouble did Yu Yuanzhen breathe a sigh of relief and turn to leave.

"Brother, brother! Are we really just going to let this go?"

Yu Luomian caught up to Yu Yuanzhen and kept pressing him. When had their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan ever endured such humiliation?

Under Yu Luomian's barrage of questions, Yu Yuanzhen finally lost his temper.

"Shut up! If you had amounted to anything at all, would I have been reduced to this? Would I?"

Yu Yuanzhen's sudden outburst startled Yu Luomian, leaving him at a loss.

"Look at what you've become! You spend every day obsessed with fighting for power and profit. Do you think I truly know nothing about what goes on in the clan?

"Do you think I don't know you've been secretly suppressing the branch families and driving out those with other surnames?

"Do you really think this old man has done nothing but cultivate in seclusion all these years?"