Chapter 555 Son Pays for Father's Debts

Wow, that's awesome.

Senior brother is really awesome.

When Song Chunxue saw her senior brother suddenly produce a piece of cloth and catch the blood Zhao Jian spat out, she finally understood what it meant to be outmatched.

This time, Zhao Jian was so angry that she almost fainted. With nowhere to vent her anger, she could only sit on the ground and yell and pound the ground with her hands in a tantrum to calm herself down a little.

"I'm not going!" Zhao Jian shook off the people who were helping him like a runaway bull. "I'm not going home first, you guys go home first."

He sat on the ground, acting like a spoiled child. How could he possibly go back home like this? If his family found out how he had handled things, they would probably break his legs.

Especially his father, who had recently been questioning his abilities and wanted to hand over the errands to his cousin.

If he goes back like this, he'll probably be laughed at by everyone for the rest of his life.

Song Chunxue walked over, crossed her arms, and looked down at him.

"That's not up to you. Either your own people carry you back, or I'll carry you back on my back."

Zhao Jian raised his hand and slapped her face, "You bitch!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Song Chunxue slapped his hand away and then delivered three crisp slaps to his face. "Are you satisfied now?"

Zhao Jian fell silent. He felt like killing her, but he could only turn around and walk ahead.

He covered his face and went outside, then rode his horse to the Zhao residence first.

Song Chunxue couldn't help but give the Taoist priest a thumbs up, "Senior brother, I concede defeat. Please forgive me for showing off my skills in front of Guan Gong."

Xie Zheng remained silent for a long time, wanting to ask the Taoist priest how he knew Zhao Jianjian would vomit blood.

Zhao Jian will probably hold a grudge against the Taoist priest for the rest of his life for what he just did.

After a long pause, Xie Zheng sincerely remarked, "It's more satisfying to watch you guys do this kind of thing. In all these years, apart from arguing with those people in the imperial court and silencing them with irrefutable evidence, I've never won an argument with anyone."

Song Chunxue looked at him and said, "You're too refined. To be an official here, you have to be savage and know some martial arts. I'm sure you've seen country folk arguing before. When they can't beat someone, they use spittle to attack them."

"But they're all cowards. The ruthless ones just go up and fight. I used to raise my child so honestly and dutifully, but I still couldn't beat them. Now that I can beat them, why should I be polite?"

Xie Zheng looked completely bewildered.

He thought she just didn't want to cause trouble and was too busy with farm work to interact with others.

"Ask those military generals. Whether it's for their country or for themselves, the most fundamental way to survive isn't food or spare money, it's fists. Why are the Xiongnu able to repeatedly invade our borders? Isn't it because their fists get itchy every few days, and they want to get more fertile land and reap without sowing?"

This was the first time Xie Zheng had heard these words, and they were like a revelation to him.

Song Chunxue sat in front driving the carriage, and jumped off first when they arrived at the Zhao family's gate.

However, a group of people stood at the entrance of the Zhao family's residence, all dressed in fine clothes and adorned with jewels. The leader had white hair and a white beard, and was extremely plump, leaning on a cane.

Zhao Jian stood behind the old man, his head bowed and eyes downcast. When he caught sight of them, his gaze turned venomous as he stared intently at Song Chunxue.

Song Chunxue pondered in her heart that offending a petty person would cause trouble, and how to make the petty person submit to her and not even dare to have the thought of retaliating against her.

When she saw the shadow behind Zhao Jian, she suddenly had an idea.

She wasn't a good person like her senior brother; having lived for so long, she understood all too well the inherent evil in human nature.

Fighting evil with evil is never wrong. If you want Zhao Jian to behave himself, you need to awaken the fear in his heart.

But she wouldn't dirty her hands with such a person. Using someone's weakness to hold them hostage is not the behavior of a gentleman.

We need to take a longer-term view.

"Thank you, Master Xie, Master Zhang," the old man at the head of the group said with a smile, his gaze sweeping over Song Chunxue. "What brings you here today? It truly honors my humble abode. Please come in."

If this mansion, comparable to those of royalty, is considered a humble abode, then what about the small courtyards of ordinary people?

Master Zhang looked at Song Chunxue and said, "This is my junior brother. He had some unpleasantness with your son Zhao Jian before, and we have come here specifically to apologize to you."

Zhao Jian laughed in anger. Apologize? Isn't this just asking for trouble?

Old Master Zhao looked at Song Chunxue again, his expression cold, his contempt and arrogance obvious.

Song Chunxue knew that ordinary people looked down on women, and powerful people like her regarded women as ants.

But she felt no discomfort. Instead, she swept her gaze over him with even more contempt and disdain, then raised her head and swept it over everyone in the Zhao family, returning their arrogance and disdain.

Sure enough, Old Master Zhao gave her a disgusted look.

"Where did you find this junior brother, Master? He's so rude that he actually injured my son." He warned in a deep voice, "Your junior brother is the first of his kind in the world."

The implication was that the Taoist priest's junior brother was tired of living.

"You flatter me. My junior brother is a straightforward person. He did what I've always wanted to do but was too embarrassed to do. Fortunately, my junior brother is very skilled. I have to thank your son for taking people to the Xie family to cause trouble for me. It made me realize that my junior brother's skills are extraordinary. Even I am not confident that I can beat him."

These words left everyone present speechless.

A complex mix of emotions flashed across Old Master Zhao's face, and he tightened his grip on his cane.

Song Chunxue guessed that the Taoist priest had a good relationship with Old Master Zhao before, and for some reason, the Taoist priest respected him greatly.

But after dealing with them for a long time, some people will reveal their true nature, and the Taoist temple is the best example of that.

Thinking that they weren't done yet, and actually had the audacity to ask their senior brother to continue prolonging that sickly boy's life, Song Chunxue was so angry that her liver ached.

Old Master Zhao, his face grim, asked to confirm, "Does the Daoist really think so?"

“That’s right. If it weren’t for my junior brother’s reminder, I would have almost forgotten that I am also an ordinary person. I have already helped you once. I cannot hesitate because of an inanimate object. I am powerless to continue to prolong your son’s life.”

Old Master Zhao's once sharp and vigorous gaze gradually lost its strength, and he stared dejectedly at the ground.

"Didn't the Taoist priest say there were other ways?"

"It wasn't me who said it, it was Zhao Jian who told you that there are evil arts that can exchange the lives of ordinary people for his?" Master Zhang's voice was gentle. "If that were really possible, would I still be considered a righteous cultivator? I would just be a bandit and a demon."

Old Master Zhao sighed, turned around and raised his hand, saying, "Please come in, everyone. Since the Taoist priest is willing to come, it means he can help my son live a few more days."

"At least it will lessen his suffering." With that, Master Zhang turned to look at Song Chunxue and Xie Zheng, "Let's go."

“Oh, by the way,” the Taoist priest turned to look at Old Master Zhao, “my junior brother was just standing up for me. She only injured Zhao Jian after learning about the recent events. Please don’t make things difficult for her. You know best what the consequences will be if I find out that someone is secretly making trouble.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Jian, then turned and went into the courtyard.

The reason the Taoist priest tolerated the Zhao family repeatedly was because of the Zhao family's young master, who was about to die.

Why should a child bear the burden of all the sins committed by the Zhao family?

Just because his surname is Zhao?

The principle of children paying for their fathers' debts is the most unjust law of heaven he has ever seen.