Chapter 251 Crafting a Coffin
Song Yuan sneered, "Brother, you should check your facts before you boast. The Tang family of Zhongyuan has a formidable reputation, backed by the Su family of the capital, and they even have a Grandmaster of Internal Energy guarding them. Who could wipe out the entire Tang family?"
Song Minting also felt that Chen Xuan was exaggerating.
"Believe it or not, it's your choice."
Chen Xuan was merely offering a kind reminder; whether they listened was their business.
"What arrogance! Sister, you are forbidden from interacting with such people in the future," Song Yuan reprimanded.
Song Minting was reluctant, but after a stern glare from Song Yuan, she nodded, "I understand, brother."
After a four-hour flight, Chen Xuan finally arrived in Anyang City, Zhongyuan Province.
As soon as Chen Xuan alighted from the plane, he hailed a taxi and headed straight for Anyang City's largest funeral market.
As the saying goes, to not reciprocate is impolite.
Last time, the Tang family sent a bell to Su Gan.
This time, Chen Xuan would send a coffin to the Tang family!
Within the market, there were many shops, all dedicated to making coffins and selling funeral supplies.
The shopkeepers were terrified when they heard Chen Xuan wanted to craft a coffin for the Tang family.
In Anyang City, the Tang family was incredibly famous. This fellow dared to send a coffin to the Tang family; did he want to die?
Without a doubt, Chen Xuan was immediately kicked out.
Subsequently, Chen Xuan scoured the entire market but couldn't find a single shop willing to make a coffin for the Tang family.
At this moment, Chen Xuan came across a coffin shop that had no name but appeared to have been there for a very long time.
Standing before the shop, Chen Xuan took a deep breath and walked in.
The shop was spacious but extremely messy. The ground was covered in a thick layer of dust and wood shavings, and cobwebs hung from the windows.
He surveyed the surroundings and called out faintly, "Is anyone here?"
A moment later, a young man emerged from the back.
This young man was not tall but was very sturdy, with dark skin. He wore an apron covered in wood shavings.
He held a hammer in one hand and a chisel in the other, his gaze somewhat vacant, and his expression blank as he looked at Chen Xuan, "What can I do for you?"
"I want you to craft a coffin," Chen Xuan stated.
This time, Chen Xuan didn't mention the Tang family at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to get a coffin made, let alone seek revenge on the Tang family.
The young man sized up Chen Xuan, his gaze suspicious, "Are you the one who wants to craft a coffin for the Tang family patriarch?"
Chen Xuan frowned, "How did you know?"
"News that you want to craft a coffin for the Tang family has spread throughout the market. If you don't want to court trouble, you should leave quickly," the young man warned.
"I came to Anyang City precisely to seek revenge on the Tang family. Why should I leave?" Chen Xuan smiled faintly.
The young man was taken aback, and a flicker of emotion crossed his otherwise numb face, "You have a feud with the Tang family?"
Chen Xuan nodded noncommittally.
"Alright, I'll help you make the coffin you want."
The young man hesitated for a moment before making a decision that Chen Xuan found utterly baffling.
Chen Xuan frowned, "Do you have a feud with the Tang family?"
A cold glint flashed in the young man's eyes. He said coldly, "I'll notify you when it's done."
With that, he turned to go inside.kanδん
Just then, a cold voice rang out, "Xue Chuan, I didn't expect anyone would dare to do business with you anymore! Could it be you want to offend my Tang family of Zhongyuan?"
The young man's expression changed slightly, and he stopped.
Chen Xuan looked up and saw a dignified young man, accompanied by a formidable figure who looked somewhat familiar, swaggering in from outside.
Upon reaching the door, the young man gestured for the tower-like figure to guard the entrance, while he walked in alone.
This young man was Tang Ren, the third son of the Tang family patriarch and the elder brother of Tang Zhenghao.
"Tang Ren, you are not welcome here. Get out!" Xue Chuan said coldly.
"You say I'm not welcome, so I should leave? If it weren't for my Tang family's benevolence in leaving your Xue family a livelihood, do you think you'd still be alive and well?" Tang Ren said mockingly.
Xue Chuan gritted his teeth, "Your Tang family spared my life, wasn't it because you wanted my Xue family's heirloom?"
Tang Ren found a stool and sat down heavily, "It's good you know! My father's birthday is approaching. Hurry up and hand over your family heirloom as a birthday gift for my father. Perhaps he'll be pleased and pass the patriarch's position to me. Then, I might bestow a meal upon you."
Xue Chuan immediately understood.
It turned out Tang Ren had come to demand the Xue family's heirloom to flatter the Tang family patriarch!
He took a breath, "My Xue family has no heirloom."
"It seems you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit?"
Tang Ren suddenly stood up and punched Xue Chuan to the ground.
Xue Chuan struggled to get up but was kicked down again by Tang Ren.
Although Xue Chuan possessed considerable strength, he had not cultivated internal energy. In front of Tang Ren, who had the skill level of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy, he was nothing, completely defenseless. Soon, he was covered in bruises.
Just as Tang Ren raised his hand to slap Xue Chuan's head.
A cold shout rang out, "Enough!"
"Who the hell dares to meddle in my Tang family's affairs?"
Tang Ren turned and glanced at Chen Xuan but remained unmoved, delivering a heavy blow!
Chen Xuan kicked at the wood shavings on the ground.
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The palm, just one centimeter away from Xue Chuan's head, suddenly let out a scream. Tang Ren retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
A splinter was lodged in his wrist, and blood flowed.
He clutched his wrist in pain, his entire body trembling.
"Kid, you dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?" Tang Ren asked Chen Xuan, his face filled with pain and disbelief.
"You're from the Tang family," Chen Xuan smiled faintly.
"It's good that you know. I command you to kneel and apologize now, or you won't see tomorrow's sun!" Tang Ren stared at Chen Xuan coldly, his tone imperious.
"The apology should be from your Tang family to me. I owe your Tang family nothing!" Chen Xuan stated.
"You dare to demand an apology from my Tang family? You're insane!"
"Kneel down now, and I can spare you!" Chen Xuan said coldly.
"That's truly the height of absurdity!"
Chen Xuan's expression suddenly turned cold, and he kicked Tang Ren's leg with lightning speed.
With a crack, Tang Ren knelt to the ground with a thud, his leg bone directly broken.
"You dare..."
Tang Ren struggled to get up, but with a broken leg, he couldn't.
He looked up abruptly, staring intently at Chen Xuan, "You dare to break my leg? You're finished!"
Xue Chuan watched this scene in astonishment. This fellow was too brutal, breaking the leg of a Tang family young master right off the bat. Moreover, Tang Ren was a son the Tang family patriarch highly valued.
He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said to Chen Xuan, "You've gotten into big trouble. You should leave quickly!"
"Can you escape? This is the territory of the Tang family of Zhongyuan! If you break my leg, our Tang family will not let you off! We'll unearth your ancestors from their graves!" Tang Ren roared in anger.
Chen Xuan remained unmoved. He stepped on Tang Ren's other leg, and with another crack, the other leg also broke.
Tang Ren let out a piercing shriek!
He looked at Chen Xuan in disbelief. This fellow, in the face of his threats, not only remained unfazed but even dared to break his other leg!
Who was this guy?
"Young Master Tang, what happened?"
The tower-like figure outside heard the screams from within and, with a grim expression, rushed in.
This tower-like man was none other than Tie Lin, who had appeared at the banquet with Tang Zhenghao and was responsible for carrying the large bell!
"Uncle Tie, this guy broke both my legs! I want you to twist his head off!" Tang Ren said to Chen Xuan, his eyes filled with venom.
"It's you?"
Tie Lin turned and saw Chen Xuan. His face changed dramatically, and his legs went weak as if he had seen a ghost.