Chapter Eight: Willow Green Glass

Chu Han’s voice rang out, prompting those watching nearby to give him a thumbs up. After all, in the whole city of Jingyuan, there were hardly any who dared to challenge the Young Prince.

Yet, despite this, most didn’t think much of Chu Han’s chances in today’s fight.

The aura the two competitors released was markedly different. Chu Han stood there, calm and ordinary, like any common man, while his opponent unleashed an aura not inferior to that of a fifth-tier physique cultivator.

“All right, since you’re so eager to die, I’ll give you a lesson in the name of our Young Prince today,” the other scoffed coldly, clenching his fists, veins bulging under his skin as his strength became apparent.

Just fifth-tier physique? Chu Han couldn’t help but sneer. With such paltry strength, he dared show off?

“Mountain-Crushing Fist!”

With a loud shout, his opponent charged, fist swinging. The whistling sound around the fist spoke of its immense power, as if, true to its name, it could shatter a mountain.

Chu Han stood motionless, seemingly paralyzed by fear. Some timid onlookers even covered their eyes, unable to watch.

But just as the fist reached Chu Han, he moved. Raising his own fist, he met the blow head-on, the collision unleashing a storm that forced the crowd to retreat.

“Ah!” The youth screamed, a crack resounding as his bones broke, blood spurting from his mouth as he was sent flying.

The spectators’ mouths hung open in shock. They’d thought Chu Han was doomed, but unexpectedly, his opponent was sent flying with a single punch, unable to stand. Chu Han’s strength was terrifying.

“Go back and tell the Young Prince, whenever he wants to play, I’m always ready. And remember my name: Chu Han,” he said with a cold smile, then turned away. Continuing was pointless—the opponent was merely a lackey.

Lin Yan, startled, rushed to check the youth’s injuries, his fear of Chu Han deepening.

“No need to worry. As long as the Young Prince hears of this, the Tang family won’t escape unscathed. I want to witness their downfall,” the youth gritted his teeth, enduring the pain as he and Lin Yan helped each other away.

Meanwhile, Chu Han and his family returned to the main hall. After what had just happened, no one felt like eating, worry etched on every face.

“Father, don’t worry. This is my mess, and I’ll handle it. Carry on with your daily routine as usual.”

Chu Han understood what Tang Hao and the others were thinking—after provoking the Young Prince, life here would not be easy.

But Chu Han paid little mind to the Young Prince. With him around, he was confident the Young Prince couldn’t touch the Tang family.

Since Chu Han insisted, Tang Hao and the others could only nod and return to their rooms.

Jing Prince’s Manor—

“What? Even you were beaten by that brat?” The Young Prince stared in surprise at the youth and Lin Yan before him.

The youth’s arm was now completely broken, worse off than Lin Yan’s, with no hope of recovery.

The Young Prince didn’t care much about the youth’s injury, but Chu Han’s actions had clearly embarrassed him, and that he could not ignore.

“That’s right. He even boasted about teaching you a lesson someday. He was extremely arrogant, insufferably so,” the youth, pale-faced, exaggerated the scene.

“Heh. Chu Han, the Tang family’s blacksmith, dares disrespect me? I’ll make them pay. Someone, investigate this Chu Han’s origins for me.” The Young Prince snorted coldly, his face dark, and immediately someone went out to carry out his order.

The Young Prince was cautious, never fighting battles he couldn’t win. Before dealing with Chu Han, he had to investigate thoroughly.

The night passed quietly.

At dawn the next day, Chu Han rose from bed. Just as he was about to leave, the steward handed him an invitation.

Someone had invited him to dine at the Summer Wine Estate; the signature read Liu Qingli.

Seeing the name, Chu Han couldn’t help but smile. He and Liu Qingli were childhood friends, growing up together—a mischievous, clever girl. He hadn’t seen her in this life yet, and wondered if she’d changed from their past.

He quickly changed and set out. The Summer Wine Estate was not far from the Tang family, only a short walk.

Ten minutes later, he arrived, spotting a slender woman with loose hair waiting expectantly at the estate entrance.

She wore a pale blue dress, graceful as a celestial maiden descended to earth. Any man passing by would be drawn to her, a beautiful sight by the roadside.

“Little girl, have you been waiting long?”

Chu Han approached with a smile. The little girl had changed little.

“Brother Chu, you’re finally here! I was starving. Let’s go in quickly,” she exclaimed in delight upon seeing him, grabbing his arm and pouting adorably.

Chu Han could only smile wryly; she was still the same lively, mischievous girl. He let her pull him inside.

“Ha, look who it is! Chu Han, from the Tang family’s blacksmith shop, can eat at the Summer Wine Estate now? What a joke. Can you even afford it?”

Before they could enter, a mocking voice sounded from behind. Chu Han frowned and paused.

A portly young man, arm around a heavily made-up woman, approached, eyes full of disdain for Chu Han.

His attire was lavish, making Chu Han’s look rather shabby in comparison.

This was Ou Tian, eldest son of the Ou family, one of Jingyuan’s wealthiest. “Rich beyond measure” described them perfectly.

He had pursued Liu Qingli before, but was rejected. Seeing Liu Qingli always with Chu Han, he felt jealous and sought to make trouble for him at every turn.

Chu Han said nothing, but Liu Qingli was displeased. Her eyebrows arched, and she stepped forward, ready to rebuke him, but Chu Han stopped her.

“What, don’t like it? Too bad. You can’t afford the Summer Wine Estate, but I, young master Ou, am loaded. How about that?” Ou Tian sneered, waving a bag of gold coins before Chu Han, his nouveau riche attitude on full display.

Chu Han found it amusing—what was this guy showing off for? Was money really so impressive? Chu Han could easily earn a fortune by drawing a few diagrams or refining some pills, with countless people eager to offer him money, but he simply didn’t find it necessary.

Blocked by Chu Han, Liu Qingli was unhappy, glaring fiercely at Ou Tian. If not for Chu Han, she would’ve already given this fat pig a lesson.

“I advise you to leave. Country bumpkins like you should know where you belong and where you don’t. Compared to me, you’re still too green.”

A crowd had gathered, pointing at Chu Han and mocking him. Given his attire, he didn’t seem like someone who could afford the Summer Wine Estate.