NIP Chapter 57 Broken Leg
Chapter 57 Broken Leg
Shen Qingshan looked out at the city: "In twenty years, I've seen too many people."
"I can tell at a glance who lives and who dies—whether they are talented or not, hardworking or opportunistic, honest or treacherous."
He turned around and looked at Zhao Wei: "I don't know who your grandson is, but you do."
Zhao Wei's expression changed: "My lord..."
Shen Qingshan raised his hand to interrupt him.
"I won't pursue this matter with you, but you have two things to do."
"First, your grandson has to take responsibility for sending people to monitor Song Chen's family. Second, starting today, you and your grandson must leave Nanjiang Province and never come back."
Zhao Wei's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked at him with pleading eyes: "My lord!"
Shen Qingshan's gaze remained calm: "You have a problem with that?"
Zhao Wei looked into those eyes, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.
He lowered his head: "No."
Shen Qingshan nodded: "Then go and do it."
Zhao Wei turned around and walked up to Song Chen.
His gaze lingered on Song Chen's face for a few seconds, filled with coldness, resentment, and anger, but he ultimately suppressed it all.
He didn't say anything, and turned to leave.
Half an hour later, Zhao Chenggang arrived with Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei had lost a lot of weight compared to a month ago. When he saw Song Chen, his face turned pale for a moment, but he quickly lowered his head and dared not look at her again.
Zhao Chenggang stood in front of the garrison commander.
"Sir, my grandson is ignorant and offended Song Chen. He should apologize."
Shen Qingshan remained silent; in such matters, actions speak louder than words.
Zhao Chenggang turned around and looked at Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei looked up and saw his grandfather's gaze, then suddenly shivered: "Grandpa..."
Suddenly, Zhao Chenggang kicked Zhao Wei in the back of the knee.
He fell to his knees with a thud. Before he could react, Zhao Chenggang raised his hand and slapped him across the face. The crisp sound echoed in the room.
Zhao Wei was stunned by the beating, covering his face with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Chenggang didn't stop, and kicked him in the leg again. With a crack, the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
Zhao Wei screamed and collapsed to the ground, his face as white as paper.
Even with his grandson in such a state, Zhao Chenggang remained unmoved, turned around, and kicked Zhao Wei's other leg again.
Crack! That leg broke too.
Zhao Wei could no longer endure the pain and fainted.
Zhao Chenggang turned around and bowed to Shen Qingshan and Song Chen.
"My lord, Song, I have already broken my unfilial grandson's legs as an apology."
"I'm taking him away now, leaving Nanjiang Province, and never coming back."
Shen Qingshan waved his hand.
Zhao Chenggang then looked at Song Chen.
Song Chen glanced at Zhao Wei, who was lying unconscious on the ground, surrounded by blood, and nodded slightly.
After gaining their approval, Zhao Chenggang felt relieved and dragged Zhao Wei away.
Song Chen stood in the room, looking at the door, and remained silent for a long time.
Shen Qingshan sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip: "Satisfied?"
Song Chen nodded: "Thank you, Garrison Commander."
Shen Qingshan waved his hand: "No need to thank me, I did it for Anning City."
"Your talent is the best I've ever seen in my life. Someone like you shouldn't be dragged down by these trivial matters."
He looked into Song Chen's eyes: "Go to Tianhai, cultivate diligently, and one day, when Anning needs you, come back."
Song Chen looked at him.
This elderly man with gray hair, a fifth-level martial artist, the strongest person in Anning City, has been guarding this city for twenty years without fail.
"I will."
Shen Qingshan smiled: "Let's go, don't keep your parents waiting."
Song Chen turned and walked towards the door, then suddenly stopped. "Lord Shen."
"Um?"
"My parents are still in Anning."
Shen Qingshan glanced at him: "Don't worry. With me here, no one can touch them."
Song Chen nodded, pushed open the door, and left.
He took out his phone and sent a message to his family: "Mom, I'm home. I bought your favorite osmanthus cake on the way."
Li Xiuying replied instantly.
"Okay, be careful on the road!"
A smiley face followed the message.
Song Chen looked at the smiling face, smiled, and quickened his pace, heading home.
When Song Chen got home, it was almost dark.
Li Xiuying was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of braised pork filled the entire living room.
Song Zhengye was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The news was reporting on this year's martial arts college entrance examination, and the screen just happened to show a shot of Song Chen wielding a knife in a cage.
He glanced at his son, said nothing, picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Song Chen walked over and sat down next to him, and the father and son silently read the news.
After finishing his meal, Song Chen returned to his room, closed the door, and sat on the bed.
He closed his eyes, and the system interface unfolded before him.
Current kill count: 15200 points
This is from the martial arts college entrance exam plus what I've accumulated before.
He opened the shop and his eyes fell on the [Grade B Psionic Essence].
A bottle costs 500 points, which is dozens of times more expensive than spiritual energy blood, and the effects are vastly different.
He bought twenty bottles of psionic essence and twenty bottles of mental enhancement liquid.
Ten thousand points were spent in an instant, and forty small bottles were neatly stacked in front of him.
He didn't go out for the next two days.
On the first morning, he drank his first bottle of psionic essence.
A power far more concentrated than spiritual energy and blood exploded within his body, like a fire dragon coursing along his blood vessels, causing all the bones in his body to creak and groan.
He sat on the bed, gritting his teeth, motionless, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
Two hours later, the fire dragon subsided, and the health value jumped from 15.4 to 16.2.
Then it didn't stop.
Two days later.
Song Chen opened the panel again.
[Qi and Blood Value: 25.0]
【Mental Power: 22.0】
He raised his hand, and a bolt of purple lightning shot out from his palm, twice as thick as before, and its color was so dark it was almost black.
He put away the lightning, got off the bed, and felt a surge of power within him that made him feel like he could punch through a wall.
With a Qi and Blood value of 25 and a Spiritual Power of 22, it was already much stronger than before.
Song Chen walked out of the house, Li Xiuying was making breakfast in the kitchen, and Song Zhengye was watering the flowers on the balcony.
"Mom, there's something I need to tell you."
Li Xiuying didn't even turn her head: "What is it?"
Song Chen leaned against the kitchen door frame: "I'm going to another city to cultivate with my teacher. After the cultivation, I'll go directly to Tianhai University to report."
Li Xiuying's hand paused, the spatula hovering in mid-air: "Not coming back?"
"Um."
She was silent for a moment, then flipped the pan with the spatula, the eggs sizzling inside: "Where are you going?"
"It's not decided yet, we'll follow the teacher's lead."
"Is it dangerous?"
"It's not dangerous; it's just cultivation."
Li Xiuying didn't say anything. She scooped the fried eggs into a plate and cracked two more eggs into it.
"Mom, I will take good care of myself."
"Mmm." Her voice was a little hoarse, but she didn't turn around.
During the meal, Li Xiuying kept putting food into his bowl.
"Don't go hungry outside, remember to wear more clothes if you get cold, and don't push yourself too hard in your training..."
Song Chen responded to each of them.