Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 521 - 290 Conflict_2

The middle-aged man nodded slightly but didn't say much, just that the glint in his eyes was as cold as the bone-chilling north wind that seemed to freeze everything in the depth of winter.

At this point, the madam hurried downstairs, babbling, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, this guest just walked into the wrong room, he wasn't trying to spoil Young Master Chen's pleasure."

But the house servant looked down at Big Black Donkey lying on the ground and sneered, "That's exactly why he's still alive. Otherwise, he'd already be a corpse."

Big Black Donkey, sprawled on the ground, was still trying to make sense of what had happened. Newly arrived in the human world, he had been dazzled by its splendor and pleasure and considered his journey worthwhile, as it was far more interesting than what the storytellers had described. He hadn't expected to be thrown down from the upper floor by this guy.

Looking at his arrogant face, Big Black Donkey quickly realized what was happening and was immediately consumed by a towering rage. He glared at the house servant on the railing and shouted, "Where did this weakling come from, daring to provoke your Black Lord? You truly have a death wish."

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The madam hurriedly pulled at him, saying, "Guest, please be careful; this is Lord Huang of the Chen Family, a martial artist of extraordinary skill. Don't lose your life over a verbal dispute."

As the owner of the brothel, the madam certainly did not want her guests to come into conflict—after all, Young Master Chen's tyrannical temperament was well-known throughout the city. If she didn't intervene and someone got killed, the reputation of her establishment would be thoroughly destroyed. Yet, she didn't have the courage to admonish Young Master Chen—he was like a Chaos Demon King, so she could only try to persuade Big Black Donkey.

But what kind of person was Big Black Donkey? Known for his simple mind, he saw the experts of the Martial Arts World as little more than slightly stronger ants—how could he possibly swallow such an affront? He leaped up and cursed, "What's this crap about Young Master Chen? Come out and apologize to your Black Lord, or I'll smash your dog head."

In fact, Big Black Donkey was being quite polite. If it had been in his former days as a demon, he would have already transformed into his true form and started a massacre without so much as exchanging insults with you. Of course, he always believed that by doing this, he was following the principle of "courtesy before force" as stated in the books.

The Young Master Chen still enjoying the company in his room was a youth in his twenties, quite handsome in appearance, which was no surprise given that the women from the Noble Families and Clans he was related to through marriage were renowned for their beauty, and with each generation, the looks only improved. However, perhaps due to his overindulgence in wine and women, his face looked somewhat pale.

At that moment, he was enjoying a romantic time with the top courtesan of the brothel, gradually calming the anger that had flared up from being disturbed, with her soft and affectionate words.

After all, due to the chaos outside, he had been confined to his home for a long time. He had sneaked out when his father wasn't paying attention and was finally able to rekindle an old flame with his former lover—only to have his mood spoiled by some black-faced stranger. He would have had his servant strike down the intruder if it hadn't been for his little beauty pleading on his behalf.

However, now hearing Big Black Donkey's provocative words, he couldn't sit still any longer. With anger rising, he leapt out of bed, hastily dressed, and left the room, leaving behind only the top courtesan to sigh in secret. She had wanted to save the life of an innocent person, not realizing he was a ruffian who would dare to offend someone as ruthless as Young Master Chen.

Young Master Chen opened the door of his room in a rage and saw the swaggering Big Black Donkey standing below. When he saw his comical face, he couldn't help but reveal a cold smile, saying, "In this city, you're the first to dare to insult the Chen family."

His tone was extremely arrogant—after all, the Chen family had been entrenched here for nearly five hundred years, and they firmly held the position of City Lord. The City Lords sent by the Imperial Court either became puppets or died on the way here. They were the true local emperors.

The people here were also accustomed to the presence of the Chen family, so nobody in this city had ever dared to openly insult the Chen family. The last person who did had grass growing high on his grave.

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"Insult the Chen Family? So what? Even if a brat from the Lu Family were to stand before me, I, Big Black Donkey, would still cuss them out whenever I wanted—your Chen Family is worth jack shit," Big Black Donkey declared without mercy. Years of verbal sparring had honed his skills, and now his profane and never-repeated insults effortlessly poured out, their cadence almost making the onlookers want to cheer.

However, out of fear for the Chen Family's influence, they held back, leaving only an agitated Big Black Donkey jumping up and down, ranting away. Meanwhile, Little White Elephant remained engrossed in a mountain of food, seriously chowing down, completely indifferent to the external discord. After all, these common folks were no match for Big Black Donkey.

When had Big Black Donkey ever enjoyed such a liberating and rousing verbal battle? He felt that this time he had employed every trick he'd ever learned, and his face showed extreme satisfaction.

In contrast, Young Master Chen's face had turned a shade of iron blue. Big Black Donkey's filthy words felt like resounding slaps on his face. From this day forth, he would likely become the Chen Family's sinner, his failure inflicting such shame upon them that even killing the man before him wouldn't save him from retribution. A flash of rage crossed his eyes as he turned to the house servants and ordered firmly, "What are you standing around for? Go, slay this madman before he continues his tirade!"

The house servant's expression darkened immediately. As the saying goes, when a master is dishonored, his servants must perish. To have someone malign one's own house, indeed, it was the servant's duty to eliminate the offender promptly. It was only because the situation was so unexpected that he hadn't reacted right away.

Now, with Young Master Chen's command, the servant was determined to handle the offender properly or else how would he ever face the Chen Family again.

A middle-aged man watched the scene unfold with great interest, a smile breaking across his stern face. Turning to the gaunt Scholar beside him, he commented, "Lao Han, this dark-faced man is quite the talent. If he were to visit each city and rail against the Noble Families and Clans like this, I bet they would be spitting blood."

Lao Han also smiled and shook his head, saying, "He's definitely a character. It's my first time seeing someone who can berate people like this. Young Master Chen's face has turned green. I reckon even if he kills him, the entire city will know about this by tomorrow. The Chen Family has truly lost face this time." His tone was full of schadenfreude.

"I'd heard the City Lord had a son who was a Chaos Demon King, but I never imagined he'd have the guts to come out and visit the Brothel at a time like this," the middle-aged man said, watching Young Master Chen.

"My lord, you are not aware. This Young Master Chen is the apple of his grandmother's eye. She has spoiled him rotten since he was a child, so he has developed such a temperament. And that grandmother is a real bully herself. Every time someone tried to discipline the child, she interfered," Lao Han said, softly twirling his beard.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up at this and he asked Lao Han in a low voice, "If he is involved, do you think we could lure that person out of the Government Office?"

"That's not a bad idea at all. That old lady dotes on her grandson so much, she'll probably be quite willing to summon him. Once he's gone, with no leader, our task will be much easier," Lao Han nodded slightly.

The two reached a consensus and their gaze towards Young Master Chen changed; the man they saw as a scourge now seemed like a rare treasure to them.

Meanwhile, upstairs, the house servant was already grinning wickedly as he approached Big Black Donkey. He raised his Iron Palm to strike at Donkey's face. Known as Iron Palm in the Martial Arts World, he owed his reputation to the formidable power of his palm which had taken countless lives.

Unexpectedly, Big Black Donkey didn't dodge or avoid it, taking the hit with complete composure. But the scene the servant envisioned, of Donkey's head splitting open, didn't transpire. His Iron Palm seemed to have struck a solid block of iron; the rebound hurt his palm, while his opponent remained unfazed.

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