No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right?

Su Changyu felt terrible.

At the very beginning, he was pleased to find out that Ye Ping had painted twice.

He had even thought it through.

Once the two paintings were sold, he would definitely earn a huge sum of money and after deducting the money needed for creating some weapons for Ye Ping, the remaining taels could be used to buy himself two new sets of clothes.

‘Recently, some really nice Sword Immortal suits have been launched at the store. If the paintings are really sold for a sky-high price, I will at least be allowed to get two sets after discussing it with Grandpa, right?’

However, he didn’t expect to discover that the damned Xu Luochen had actually destroyed a painting that was worth at least 10,000 taels of gold.

Thinking of this, Su Changyu felt like his heart had been cut by a knife.

Even with a discount, a portrait should fetch at least four to five thousand taels of gold, right?

‘It’d be fine if you didn’t add a poem but you added a poem and even included your name.’

‘Even if others are willing to buy this, they’d offer at most a few hundred taels of gold, right?’

Thinking about it, Su Changyu couldn’t help but feel the pinch.

However, since it had already happened and he had already vented his anger, Su Changyu had nothing to say.

“I’d better not let the Sect Leader know about this. Otherwise, given Master’s temper, Luochen probably won’t live to see tomorrow.”

After a while, Su Changyu sighed and muttered.

After all, he had already taught Xu Luochen a lesson.

If Daoist Tai Hua were to find out, things would get really troublesome.

Thinking of this, Su Changyu could not help but sigh.

At this moment, a figure hurriedly walked over.

“Bad news, bad news. Eldest Senior Brother, bad news.”

The voice sounded anxious. It belonged to Chen Lingrou.

“What’s the matter?”

Su Changyu got rid of the grief he felt in his heart and immediately put on his aloof and standoffish aura as an immortal.

“Eldest Senior Brother, I saw Second Senior Brother just now. He was covered in bruises, and he said that he wants to create trouble for you.”

Chen Lingrou seemed rather panicky. She didn’t know what happened, but she had indeed seen Xu Luochen storming furiously to the main hall, clamoring about wanting to complain.

‘Are you looking for trouble?’

Su Changyu froze and couldn’t help but be furious.

‘I haven’t even taught him a lesson yet and he wants to create trouble for me?’

“Yes, Eldest Senior Brother, I saw Second Senior Brother going to see Master and he seemed to be saying that you bullied him. Eldest Senior Brother, did you beat him up? Why was Second Senior Brother limping?”

There was bewilderment written all over Chen Lingrou’s pretty face.

“He’s gone to look for the Sect Leader?”

Su Changyu was slightly stunned.

“Yes, Second Senior Brother went to look for the Sect Leader.”

Chen Lingrou nodded seriously.

In an instant, Su Changyu fell silent.

“Eldest Senior Brother, why aren’t you talking?”

Chen Lingrou got even more curious as she wondered why the members of the sect had been acting strange lately.

“Lingrou, prepare to light some incense.”

Su Changyu didn’t know what to say, so he had no choice but to ask Chen Lingrou to prepare some incense.

‘Huh?’

Chen Lingrou still did not understand what was going on.

However, in the next moment, Su Changyu got up and went straight to the main hall.

He knew that if he was there late, Xu Luochen would really die.

About seven minutes ago.

Daoist Tai Hua stood in the middle of the main hall, feeling expectant and excited.

Since Su Changyu had gone to collect the paintings, he was now waiting to hear some good news from him.

However, at this moment, someone howled.

“Master! You have to do me justice.”

Xu Luochen’s cry broke the silence in the hall.

Daoist Tai Hua froze.

He looked over and soon couldn’t help but be surprised.

Xu Luochen was no longer as refined and easygoing as he used to be in the past. Not only was his body covered in dust, but also his face was reddened and bruised. Most importantly, he was limping and seemed to have encountered something unlucky.

“Luochen, what happened to you? Who beat you up?”

Daoist Tai Hua had yet to react, but he was subconsciously concerned about his disciple.

In the Qingyun Dao Sect, all the disciples were regarded as treasures by Daoist Tai Hua, especially Ye Ping. Although he often lectured them, he would definitely not let off anyone who dared to bully his disciple.

“Master, it was Eldest Senior Brother… Eldest Senior Brother beat me up into a pulp because he’s jealous of my literary skills. Look, my mouth has become crooked too.” He sobbed incessantly.

As soon as he saw Daoist Tai Hua, Xu Luochen fell onto the ground and knelt down like he had just seen his biological father. He was weeping loudly and he looked very pitiful.

“Changyu?”

Daoist Tai Hua was stunned. ‘That shouldn’t be the case. Changyu does abuse his authority sometimes, but I don’t think he’d go as far as to bully his junior brothers, especially not so severely.’

‘This doesn’t make any sense.’

“What did you do to make your Eldest Senior Brother beat you up like this?”

Daoist Tai Hua hadn’t reacted yet and he thought that they had gotten into a verbal dispute.

“I’m not sure. Master, he suddenly came to me and asked me if Junior Brother Ye Ping had painted for me. I said yes and Eldest Senior Brother wanted to take a look at it so I let him do so. After he saw it, he started beating me up harshly.”

“Sect Leader, you have to do justice for me. I’ve never met such an arrogant person before in my life.”

“Sect Leader, I’m not trying to cause trouble, but he bullied me today for no reason, maybe he will beat you up tomorrow. You have to think it over carefully.”

Xu Luochen said while weeping and wailing.

He was now boiling with fury and was saying everything on his mind, unconcerned about whether he was being offensive or not.

His actions were reasonable too, who could stand being beaten up for nothing and then say that he’s alright with a smile?

“Did Ye Ping paint for you?”

Daoist Tai Hua didn’t hear the other details clearly, but he immediately felt energized at the mention of the painting.

“Right.”

Xu Luochen subconsciously nodded.

“Were you painted in the painting?”

Daoist Tai Hua asked.

“Master, how do you know?”

Xu Luochen was a little shocked.

After he said that, Daoist Tai Hua smacked his thigh and seemed a little helpless and dejected.

‘What a sin.’

Daoist Tai Hua was overwhelmed with grief and anger.

Although he was infuriated, Daoist Tai Hua did not lash out at Xu Luochen.

The main reason was that Xu Luochen had already been beaten up by Su Changyu, so he was too embarrassed to continue to deal with him.

“Master, what the heck is going on here? What does Ye Ping’s painting have to do with Eldest Senior Brother beating me up? Can’t I let Little Junior Brother paint for me?”

Xu Luochen was a little angry.

‘What does the painting have to do with getting beaten up?’

‘I can’t even ask Little Junior Brother to paint for me?’

“Hah, your Senior Brother was indeed a little rash but that’s understandable.”

Daoist Tai Hua sighed and said.

“Master, you are biased, what do you mean by a little impulsive? Look, he beat me up, look at my arms, my legs, and my mouth. Isn’t my mouth crooked?”

Xu Luochen said in displeasure.

He mistakenly thought that Daoist Tai Hua was favoring Su Changyu and looked a little aggrieved.

Looking at Xu Luochen who kept clamoring about his misery, Daoist Tai Hua was honestly a bit heartbroken.

After all, Xu Luochen was his disciple too.

“Changyu has hit him too hard.”

Daoist Tai Hua could not help but chide Su Changyu in his heart.

He felt that Su Changyu had indeed gone too far.

‘It’s just a portrait, must he beat him up so hard?’

In fact, Daoist Tai Hua had already prepared himself mentally. After all, Su Changyu was right in front of him and it wasn’t impossible for that to happen.

Daoist Tai Hua naturally understood what his disciples were like.

“Yes, I just inscribed a poem on the painting and he got angry at me. I know my literary skills are excellent and he has always been jealous of me, but I didn’t expect him to be so ruthless.”

Xu Luochen was still sobbing.

“What?”

“You inscribed a poem on the painting?”

At this moment, Daoist Tai Hua froze in shock.

His voice was extremely loud and he was staring at Xu Luochen.

Xu Luochen was a little dumbstruck.

“Master, why are you being so worked up like Eldest Senior Brother?”

Xu Luochen felt a little ringing in his ears, mainly because Daoist Tai Hua was yelling a little too loudly.

“Show me the painting, hurry up.”

Daoist Tai Hua had an ominous hunch.

“No, Master, it’s just a painting, why do you make it seem like this painting is worth a lot of money? There you go, look.”

Xu Luochen was really a bit confused.

‘It’s just a painting.’

‘Must you make it seem like a rare treasure?’

As he spoke, he unrolled the painting and let Daoist Tai Hua admire it.

The painting was unrolled.

There were a few creases, a portrait that wasn’t too bad, and a line of words.

The fonts were of varying sizes and there were also strikes and Xu Luochen’s name.

Xu Luochen wrote it on the 3rd of April.

All of a sudden, the hall quietened down.

Daoist Tai Hua froze on the spot.

Xu Luochen, who was beside him, frowned slightly because Daoist Tai Hua’s reaction was very much like Su Changyu’s…

Somehow, an ominous feeling surged in his heart.