Chapter 7: The Wretched Father and Son

  In an instant, Yang Chen's father was knocked to the ground, yet even so, he still tightly hugged his son's body, not letting him get hurt in the slightest.

  Four strong men looked at Yang Chen's father holding Yang Chen and falling to the ground, but did not stop because of this. On the contrary, they became more brutal and used all their strength to attack Yang Chen's father.

  Pffft!

  Yang Chen's father spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed directly on Yang Chen's body. He immediately fainted, but his arms still tightly hugged Yang Chen in his embrace, using his strong back to hold up the sky for his son.

  The people around looked at Er Dan's father spitting out blood and fainting, all of them slightly furrowed their brows. These rich people were actually just bored at first and wanted to find someone to have some fun with. They didn't expect that it would end up costing a life. This time they had gone too far. Although the crowd was usually fearless, killing someone wasn't unheard of, but this wasn't their territory. This was under the foot of the Tiandao Gate, where could they still show off their power?

  Those five people, who were dressed in shabby clothes, could no longer bear to watch and covered the eyes of the two children beside them before tightly closing their own eyes.

  "Let it go, Liu Gongzi!" A person next to the handsome child said: "Now this child has also learned a lesson. After all, he may become a disciple of Tiandao Gate in the future, so isn't it..."

  The handsome young man smiled disdainfully and said, "What's the big deal? Even if he becomes a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect, someone like him would only be a low-ranking disciple. I am the personally appointed successor of the sect master, and once I enter the sect, I will be the sect master's direct disciple. Killing people like him is nothing to me, even if it's a hundred of them."

  Everyone was shocked by the handsome boy's words, and their faces were all surprised. Although everyone knew that this handsome boy had some capital, no one thought that this handsome boy would be the disciple appointed by the master of the Heavenly Dao Sect. This suddenly opened up a great distance with everyone, making everyone look at him with envy and fear.

  The handsome child obviously got used to being looked at by the crowd, his chin raised slightly, and the proud color on his face became even more intense.

  No!

  Yang Chen's face was already wet with tears, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, and he remembered the wooden sign that had once saved his life. He hastily pulled it out from his bosom and held it up towards the four burly men.

  The moment the wooden sign was taken out by him, a dazzling light burst forth from the wooden sign and rushed towards the four big men.

  The four Han people were stunned, and suddenly felt a strong force coming towards them. The 4 of them were shocked back several steps, causing the air and blood in their chests to churn, and then they all showed a look of shock on their faces.

  Yang Chen immediately used all his strength to crawl out of his father's arms, looking at the handsome child with a ferocious expression, his right hand tightly grasping the wooden sign in his hand, already making preparations, ready to attack the handsome child at any time.

  The handsome child saw Yang Chen take out the wooden sign, and there was no surprise on his face. He just smiled coldly and said, "I didn't expect you to know the use of this wooden sign, hehe, but what can you do with it?"

  As soon as the voice fell, the handsome child also took out a similar wooden sign from his own arms, and looked at Yang Chen with half-closed eyes.

  The two of them immediately came to a standstill, neither willing to back down. At this time, the handsome boy, for his own face, would not retreat no matter what.

  Yang Chen's heart was also filled with anger at this time, and he would not back down either.

  "Just then, a faint voice came from behind Yang Chen. Yang Chen was startled and quickly turned his head to see that it was his father, looking weakly at him."

  "Dad!" Yang Chen called out in concern, then gave the handsome child a stern look before quickly squatting down beside his father and anxiously asking, "Dad, are you okay?"

  Yang Chen's father weakly shook his head and said, "Nothing... nothing, Er Dan, don't make a scene."

  The handsome young man snorted coldly and said, "I'll let you off this time. If I see you again in the future, I'll make sure you regret it!" He then sneered again, saying, "But I probably won't get to see you again anyway. After all, someone like you could never become a disciple of the Tiandao Sect."

  The handsome boy immediately waved his hand at the 4 strong men and turned around to walk away into the distance.

  As the handsome child left, the crowd also dispersed and returned to their positions, continuing to chat with laughter, as if no one had ever cared about the life or death of Yang Chen's father and son.

  Those five shabbily dressed people looked at each other, shook their heads in dismay and suppressed the urge to go forward and help the struggling father and son, then walked away into the distance.

  Yang Chen watched as the handsome young boy walked away, a hint of hatred in his eyes, and he memorized his appearance.

  He immediately concealed the anger in his eyes and hastily said to his father, "Dad, let me help you sit down over there!"

  Yang Chen's father looked at Yang Chen and saw that he hadn't suffered any injuries, so he nodded his head in relief, but didn't say anything. It was clear that he was extremely weak and had suffered some internal injuries.

  Yang Chen struggled to lift his father up and swayed towards the nearest tree.

  Yang Chen helped his father sit down slowly, hastily took off the package, took out the only remaining pastry, and put it to his father's mouth, saying: "Father, have a bite!"

  Yang Chen had wanted to take out the painting to help his father recover from his injuries, but after thinking about it for a moment, he gave up on the idea. With so many people around, if someone were to see it, it would definitely bring some unnecessary trouble, and although Yang Chen wasn't afraid of trouble, he couldn't help but think of his father's well-being.

  Yang Chen's father weakly shook his head and said: "I'm...not...hungry, you...you eat...tomorrow...you still have an exam..."

  Yang Chen broke the pastry in half and put one half back to his father's mouth, saying: "Dad, you eat! You eat! We'll have half each. If you don't eat, how can Er Dan be in the mood to eat?"

  Yang Chen's father knew that his child was stubborn and if he didn't eat it himself, Yang Chen really wouldn't eat either. He had no choice but to finish the half piece of pastry.

  Yang Chen watched as his father ate it, a relieved smile on his face. He then picked up the other half of the pastry and started eating it. The pastry was only the size of his palm, and after three bites from Yang Chen, it was already gone.

  Yang Chen accompanied his father's side, always helping his father massage his back, also to relieve some of his father's pain.

  Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour had already passed. By now, it was already deep into the night, and most people were fast asleep. Only five people were watching from not far away, precisely those five shabbily dressed men.

  "Alas, this poor father and son!" one of them exclaimed, gazing at Yang Chen and his father.