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Chapter 27 Filial Piety and Brotherly Love Produce Through Corporal Punishment

"The 21st brother?"

"Why are you asking about his whereabouts, Nineteenth Brother?"

Upon hearing the name Zhang Lingtai, Zhang Linghao was slightly surprised, not expecting that the other party would actually care about a spoiled brat.

The next second, he suddenly realized the reason and laughed, "Oh, I see. Did the Seventh Elder ask you to do this? The old man is really well-informed, squeak squeak."

"The 21st brother is not easy to manage."

Seeing the young man's troubled expression, Zhang Lingyu said somewhat helplessly:

"It was the Seventh Elder who asked him to come. He himself is filled with regret that his own grandson has become like this, but he is too busy with clan affairs to come in person."

"Why bother disciplining him? We'd be better off sending him to the family's disciplinary hall and locking him up for eight or ten years; he'll be sure to behave!"

Zhang Linghao scoffed at this, clearly dissatisfied with the old man's previous actions.

Not only would it waste his cultivation time, but keeping him here would also be a waste of the family's resources.

Not to mention ruining the family's reputation.

Seeing this, Zhang Lingyu didn't say anything more, but nodded and said, "Since you've agreed, you should give it a try. Please tell my brother where he is, and I'll bring him back first."

"Since you insist on this, I won't try to persuade you any further."

"There's a small town called Fire Cloud Town about twenty miles to the west of the valley. He's probably having a good time there!"

"Thank you, brother. Please wait for me for a moment."

Zhang Lingyu determined the direction, bowed, and then rode the wind towards the town.

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Fire Cloud Town.

Yingchun Tower.

Inside the green gauze curtain, the candlelight flickered red. Zhang Lingtai leaned against the brocade couch, his left arm around a girl in an apricot-red gauze dress, his fingertips fiddling with the pearl buttons on her lapel.

"Young master, you're so naughty."

The woman, who had been teased, suddenly laughed and fed him a peeled grape.

A woman in green was kneeling directly in front of them, her slender fingers constantly plucking the strings of a zither on the table. Her face was tinged with sorrow, which added a touch of charm to her fair complexion.

As he listened, the young man frowned, grabbed the wine jug from the table, smashed it, and cursed:

"Who wants to listen to this depressing tune? Change it now!"

The wine jug shattered into pieces on the ground. The woman playing the zither froze, her fingers stiffening. She quickly rose, knelt down, and whispered:

"Please calm down, young master. I will change it right away."

"Then hurry up, lest we spoil the young master's enjoyment."

The woman nestled in Zhang Lingtai's arms giggled, clearly gloating over the woman in blue's misfortune.

As the woman in green stood up to continue playing, she discovered that there was another person beside her. Not only her, but all three people present were taken aback.

"Who is it? How come I didn't notice them at all?"

Zhang Lingtai panicked for a moment, and before he could speak, the woman in his arms immediately pointed at the person in front of him and yelled, "Who are you? How dare you come in here without permission!"

"Do you know who this is? Young Master Zhang, he's a Celestial Master!"

"Hurry up and kneel down, or maybe we'll spare your life!"

"Oh, really?"

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Lingyu's eyes, but he had no time to argue with the woman. Instead, he looked at the boy coldly and said, "Lingtai, do you still remember me? I am your nineteenth brother, Zhang Lingyu."

"Hurry up and come back to Fire Cloud Valley with me."

"Pfft."

Upon hearing this, the two women turned pale and their legs trembled uncontrollably. If the other party claimed to be Zhang Lingtai's elder brother, he must also be a celestial master.

Because she was a woman in red, he was terrified that he had spoken so rudely earlier.

"Nineteenth Brother... Zhang Lingyu."

Zhang Lingtai was somewhat confused. He had left home at a young age, and although he could remember the names of his brothers and sisters, he had hardly ever met them.

However, even Zhang Linghao couldn't control him, so what right did his nineteenth brother have to? He simply said nonchalantly:

"Nineteenth Brother, I'm just out for a stroll to clear my head. I'll go back when I'm done having fun."

"Since you're here, why don't you join us and have some fun?"

After saying this, he looked at the two women kneeling on the ground and angrily said, "Get up, continue playing the piano, continue dancing!"

But the woman dared not get up; she was lucky she hadn't fainted from the scene.

Seeing the boy's nonchalant attitude, Zhang Lingyu took a step forward and said, "Are you coming or not?"

"If I don't leave, how will you treat me?"

Seeing his opponent pressing closer, Zhang Lingtai's competitive spirit flared up, and he laughed, "What, you want to fight me? Private duels are forbidden within the clan!"

"And my grandfather, Zhang Yuanming, is the seventh elder of the family; he won't let you off the hook!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lingyu sneered:

"Don't worry, even if I beat you up, your grandpa won't dare say anything; he'll have to thank me."

The next second, the fist had already touched Zhang Lingtai's face, sending him flying backward.

"Boom!"

This punch was quite powerful, almost piercing through the entire attic, and that was only after he controlled his strength.

The two women were terrified by the sudden turn of events. They knelt on the ground, hugging each other tightly and sobbing softly, fearing they would be next.

Zhang Lingtai lay amidst the ruins, feeling dizzy and his nose was bleeding uncontrollably.

Fortunately, he still had cultivation. Seeing Zhang Lingyu gradually approaching him, he was filled with fear and immediately activated his magic power to fly away.

Due to long-term neglect of cultivation, his magical power is now weak, and even flying is not very stable.

Zhang Lingyu didn't rush to catch up. How far could a Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator run in front of a Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator?

He glanced at the woman beside him, tossed out two gold ingots, and said, "This is to compensate your Yingchun Pavilion for its losses."

Then he drove off.

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"Damn it, he actually dared to attack! Even Sixteenth Brother wouldn't dare hit me!"

Zhang Lingtai, who was constantly fleeing through the air on the wind, had a contorted face and was cursing Zhang Lingyu in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, when have I ever suffered such injustice?

Even his grandfather didn't dare to hit him!

"Now...now they even dare to say it was my grandfather who ordered it? No way, I have to ask them directly!"

The boy felt a burning resentment in his heart. After identifying the direction of Qingya Mountain, he hurried home.

But before he had gone far, Zhang Lingyu caught up from behind, much faster than him, which made him even angrier.

He wanted to use magic to stop them, but in his panic, he couldn't even cast a spell.

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer, and knowing there was no way to escape, he quickly begged for mercy:

"Brother, my dear brother, I'll give you all my cultivation resources, please don't chase after me, okay?"

"I didn't do anything bad, I was just a little playful."

"Is it just a little?"

Zhang Lingyu was too lazy to waste words with him, so he sped up even more and punched him twice when he got close.

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After nearly fifteen minutes, looking at Zhang Lingtai lying on the ground, panting heavily and with his face swollen like a pig's head, he sneered, "Do you submit?"

"Ouch...that hurts so much!"

Zhang Lingtai touched his face, then looked at Zhang Lingyu in front of him. Seeing that the other party was still not satisfied, he quickly nodded in agreement.

"I give up, I admit defeat!"

"Stop hitting him!"

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