Chapter 65: Time to Cultivate Spiritual Power

Chen Yu raised his head lightly, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Yan Shouzhong wiped the sweat from his brow, a clear sign of how anxious he was. He first spoke politely to Shen Chengde, then dragged Yan Hongyi forward and kicked him. "Why haven't you knelt before Mr. Chen yet?"

Yan Hongyi, trembling in his corpulent body, dropped to his knees with a thud. He not only knelt, but began to kowtow, the sound echoing loudly, so much so that blood seeped from his forehead. Yan Shouzhong bent at the waist beside him, his attitude reverent and respectful.

Shen Chengde watched in utter shock. What was happening? That man was a renowned tycoon, yet here he was, bringing someone to kowtow to his son-in-law.

The next scene nearly knocked Shen Chengde off his feet. Yan Shouzhong, bowing deeply, respectfully presented a bank card. "Mr. Chen, there are two billion here. Please accept it. My nephew offended you; I failed in my duty to discipline him. I beg your generous forgiveness!"

Chen Yu nodded lightly. "So you are his uncle, Yan Shouzhong, head of the Yan family?"

"Yes, sir." Yan Shouzhong replied, head lowered, not daring to look up.

After returning from Lower Jiang to Jiang City, Yan Hongyi no longer dared to conceal the incident from his uncle, though he left out how Chen Yu had intimidated him at the resort and how others were brought against him. To truly take ten billion from the Yan family, he needed his uncle’s consent, so he could only beg Yan Shouzhong to save his life.

Upon hearing the details, Yan Shouzhong was furious, rebuking him harshly. Afterwards, he calmed down and realized they were being extorted. At first, he pondered how to resolve it. But when he asked Yan Hongyi who the other man was, and heard the name, he shuddered, immediately recalling Master Yu’s words.

From that moment, he could no longer remain composed. Sensing his nephew still withheld something, he pressed and berated him until everything was confessed.

At that moment, Yan Shouzhong finally grasped the meaning of "capable of being god or demon," and experienced true fear. Money meant little to him; the Yan family's liquid assets alone totaled several hundred billion, and with real estate and stocks, their fortune surpassed a thousand billion. Ten billion was insignificant. But he would never risk the entire Yan family over ten billion, so he personally brought Yan Hongyi to offer apologies—and doubled the payment. Of course, if Mr. Chen was still dissatisfied, he was prepared to add more, until Mr. Chen was content.

Yan Hongyi continued to kowtow, repeatedly pleading, "Please forgive me, sir. Please forgive me, sir."

Chen Yu was satisfied with the two billion. After all, he had essentially sold Yan Hongyi an empty box. His initial intention was merely to teach that wealthy young man a lesson; now the man was terrified, the money was in hand, and even doubled—he was quite content.

"Mr. Chen, I will soon send this wretch to the mountains, where he will reflect on his actions under my supervision. I hope you will be pleased!" Yan Shouzhong, now devoid of his usual tycoon aura, was more like a chastened wife.

"Very well. Since you, as his uncle, understand so clearly, let this matter rest," Chen Yu nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen!" Yan Shouzhong was so relieved he nearly leapt with joy.

Yan Hongyi kowtowed harder, his voice trembling, "Thank you, Mr. Chen! Thank you, Mr. Chen! Thank you for your great mercy!" He had lived in constant fear that Chen Yu would sever his head or treat him as he had Bao Hongxuan, reducing his limbs to bare bones. Hearing Chen Yu let him off felt like a royal pardon.

Shen Chengde’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor, his face filled with disbelief. Was this still his son-in-law? And those two men—were they really from the Yan family, the illustrious Yan family of Upper Capital, true billionaires? Were they his son-in-law’s subordinates?

Yan Shouzhong, greatly relieved, turned to Shen Chengde with courtesy. "Mr. Shen, what good fortune! The Shen family is truly blessed!"

He dared say nothing more, bowed deeply to Chen Yu. "If ever the Yan family can be of use to you, Mr. Chen, we are at your disposal!"

Businessmen are rarely fools. With a figure like Chen Yu, if he could gain even a little favor, the Yan family’s wealth might rise a level—or ten. Now was the time to curry favor with Shen family's son-in-law.

Knowing it was not the moment to disturb him further, he hurried off with Yan Hongyi.

Shen Chengde had intended to invite him for tea, perhaps establish a connection with the Yan family. But seeing the slight change in his son-in-law’s expression, Yan Shouzhong left without a word.

He shook his head, nearly blurting out, "Didn't Yan just give you two billion? Is this how you treat him?"

He had no idea how those two billion came about.

Yet, looking at his son-in-law, his eyes gleamed—a full two billion, enough to buy the entire Shen family.

Chen Yu noticed his expression, a faint smile curling his lips as he waved the card. "Want it?"

Shen Chengde’s face lit up. He hurried over, thinking that his son-in-law had always been obliging—perhaps he really would share. Of course, he dared not hope for too much; just a few hundred million from that card would satisfy him.

As he approached, Chen Yu withdrew the card. "In your dreams!"

Shen Chengde’s face flushed. "Good son-in-law, how can you tease your father-in-law? Just share a little—after all, I’ve spoken well of you in the Shen family."

"You’ve spoken well of me? Hmm, perhaps a few words. But first, tell me: what did you do with all that money before?"

Shen Chengde, face red, stammered, "Good son-in-law, when does a son-in-law meddle in his father-in-law’s affairs? My dear son-in-law, don’t tease your old man. Just share a bit."

Chen Yu’s expression chilled. "If you don’t explain, don’t expect me to ever give you money again!"

With that, he went upstairs coldly, not sparing his father-in-law a shred of face.

Shen Chengde stood awkwardly, wanting to follow but not daring.

"This son-in-law is so forceful! I used to think he was an easy-going lad. Seems I was mistaken!"

But at the same time, he thought: Chen Yu is a gold mine—who knows how many wealthy subordinates he might have? He must not be offended!

Chen Yu now had money, yet was unsure how to use it—perhaps he could buy medicinal herbs.

The herbs he had obtained from An Susu no longer satisfied him. There was still time before the wedding of the young master of the Medicine King Sect, so the secret treasury was not accessible yet.

Currently, his stock of Biluodan was nearly depleted; it was time to seek new herbs.

He had instructed Zuo Hongshan to keep an eye out for such herbs, but there had been no news. Perhaps those herbs were rare in the Jiang region.

"Chen Yu, you’ve already entered the Divine Courage realm. When did you break through?" Suddenly, the long-silent voice of the Dragon King echoed within Chen Yu.

"What? I’ve broken through already? I haven’t been trying to break through recently—can a realm advance on its own?" Chen Yu was puzzled.

The Dragon King pondered. "Perhaps your cultivation was so perfect, like a cup filled to the brim, unable to hold more and thus overflowing—so the breakthrough happened naturally."

Then, as if recalling something, the Dragon King asked, "Were you attacked by a spellcaster?"

"Yes, I was attacked by Yi Buxing’s freezing spell, even turned into an ice sculpture."

"Then quickly focus your mind and consolidate your realm, or you might lose a substantial amount of cultivation!"

Chen Yu dared not be careless, and immediately concentrated his mind.

"Dragon King, what exactly is happening?" After a while, feeling his realm was stabilized, he couldn’t help but ask.

"I’ve told you before: spellcasters are like your nutrition. When you were attacked by the freezing spell, your body automatically absorbed that energy. That energy, firstly, strengthened your sea of consciousness; secondly, it triggered certain mutations within you."

"Mutations?"

"Don’t worry, it’s a good thing. This mutation has stimulated the growth of your spiritual power—in other words, you now possess low-level spiritual energy, or, to put it differently, a hint of magical power."

"So, does that mean I can use spells like Yi Buxing’s freezing technique?"

"In theory, yes—but you still need to practice spiritual techniques yourself and refine your spiritual power."

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