No Way People Find Cultivation Difficult, Right? Chapter 55

In the room, Su Changyu's eyes were full of anticipation.

He even felt a little eager and impatient.

'Two paintings.'

'These two paintings can be sold for at least tens of thousands of gold, right? Maybe even 100,000 taels of gold, right?'

They could really be sold for 100,000 taels of gold.

'Qingyun Dao Sect is about to prosper.'

Thinking of this, Su Changyu couldn't help but stand up.

Xu Luochen was elated too.

His troubles were finally resolved and his smile that had vanished for days, had also appeared on his face again.

'Wonderful, wonderful. Hahaha.'

'The initiation mentor of a supreme alchemist.'

“Hahahaha! Hehehehe! Woohoo~ ascend!”

Xu Luochen's mouth was grinning so widely with joy that it seemed to become a little crooked.

In particular, when he thought about the fact that Su Changyu would be praising him for his poem, Xu Luochen grinned even more.

“Are you done yet?”

Su Changyu urged from behind.

“Yes, I am.”

Xu Luochen took out the painting from the top of the bed.

He went to Su Changyu, but instead of directly unrolling the painting, he looked at Su Changyu with a smile.

“Eldest Senior Brother, when you look at this painting later, you must give me your strictest evaluation. Don't you have any mercy on me just because I'm your Junior Brother.”

Xu Luochen said with a smile.

However, those words were confusing for Su Changyu.

'Evaluate?'

'Evaluate what?'

He somehow felt that something was wrong.

“Quick, open it and let me take a look.”

Su Changyu urged, but soon, he asked Xu Luochen to wait, and then used his sleeve to wipe the tea table clean, so as not to dirty the painting.

Xu Luochen found his action a little strange.

'It's just a painting, isn't it? Must he be so serious about it? If it gets dirty, we can just ask Little Junior Brother to paint another one. Is it very valuable? He's not calm and steady at all. Ah.'

Xu Luochen said to himself.

“Okay, quickly unroll it and let me take a look.”

After drying the table, Su Changyu looked at the painting with some nervousness, anticipation, joy, and agitation in his eyes.

“Okay, watch.”

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Xu Luochen especially demonstrated some tricks with his hand, tossed the scroll out, and then unrolled it on the tea table immediately.

The painting was rather large, but the tea table was long enough to fit it.

When Su Changyu saw the painting, he was dumbfounded.

He was greeted with the sight of the mountains of the Qingyun Dao Sect, which was rather artistic.

However, in the next moment, a familiar face was revealed in the painting.

It was Xu Luochen's face.

It wasn't his side profile but his face from the front.

His face was large and he was grinning endlessly.

However, that wasn't the reason why Su Changyu was dumbfounded.

Instead, it was the line of words on the scroll.

“On the third day of April, the wind is warm but my heart is cold.”

“Standing alone on the cliff, I gaze at the bright moon quietly.”

“Only Senior Brother understands my pain.”

“3rd of April—Xu Luochen.”

The font was large and the words varied in size. There were traces of ink drops and scratches too.

Xu Luochen even added a poem.

Su Changyu inhaled thrice and his mind went blank. He was dumbfounded.

He was even more shocked than he was when he found out that Ye Ping could gather spiritual energy and turn it into pills.

However, Xu Luochen, who was at the side, didn't understand what was going to happen.

Instead, he said smugly, “Eldest Senior Brother, I know my poem is mediocre and although I'm the best in the Qingyun Dao Sect, I've never been arrogant. Quick, appraise my poem.”

“You really shouldn't ever pity me because I am your Junior Brother, scold me if you should.”

Xu Luochen said, all smiles.

Su Changyu was still in a dumbfounded state.

“Eldest Senior Brother, why aren't you saying anything? Hahahaha, you've seen through me. Actually, I was just showing off. Eldest Senior Brother, don't be so shocked by my literary skills either, this is not my best yet.”

“However, Eldest Senior Brother, I wrote this poem when I was at my saddest so you will naturally be emotional when you read it. Look at the last line, I'm referring to you.”

“Does it fit the mood?”

“Are my literary skills good?”

“Eldest Senior Brother? Eldest Senior Brother? Say something.”

After boasting, Xu Luochen realized that Su Changyu had been remaining silent, which made him feel curious.

'Why am I not getting praised?'

Thinking of this, Xu Luochen nudged Su Changyu in a bid to get him to snap back to his senses quickly and praise him. Otherwise, he would have written this poem for nothing.

Su Changyu snapped back to his senses as soon as Xu Luochen pushed him.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Xu Luochen with a terrifying gaze.

He looked just like a ferocious beast.

“Eldest Senior Brother, what are you doing? Why are you looking at me with such a threatening gaze?”

“Eldest Senior Brother, what do you want to do? You can't be angry because my literary skills are better than yours.”

“Eldest Senior Brother, what are you hitting me for?”

“Eldest Senior Brother, what are you doing?”

“Eldest Senior Brother, are you serious?”

“Su Changyu, are you crazy?”

“Don't force me.”

“Hey, are you really going to hit me?”

“Eldest Senior Brother, you are the best in literature, okay? Don't hit me anymore, okay?”

“Bastard, you're still hitting me? Are you asking to be dealt with harshly? Do you really think I can't beat you? Usually, I give in to you but don't think I'm very weak.”

“Eldest Senior Brother! Please, stop hitting me, stop hitting me. Someone, come help me, Eldest Senior Brother is going mad!”

The sounds of tables and chairs colliding resounded in the room.

Xu Luochen didn't expect it at all. Su Changyu was just hitting him like a mad man.

All his punches landed on his body, making him doubt his life.

“Screw you!”

“F*** you!”

“Approve it my foot!”

“You scoundrel!”

“Ah! Xu Luochen, I must beat you to death today.”

“Su Changyu, are you crazy?”

His eyes were bloodshot.

Xu Luochen damaged a painting that was worth thousands of taels of gold.

A thousand inferior-grade Spirit Stones would be enough for him to buy a secondhand superior-grade Spirit Stone.

It would be enough for the Qingyun Dao Sect to live luxuriously for ten lifetimes.

Yet, it got ruined by the bastard Xu Luochen.

'How can you still shamelessly think that you have good literary skills?'

'Are you still human?'

'Aren't you scared of being struck by thunder?'

Su Changyu could forgo the fact that he had a portrait painted.

He tolerated the fact that Xu Luochen added a poem to it.

'But what are those scratches and marks? How can you strike through the wrong words you've written?'

'You even left your name?'

'What for? Who do you think you are? Do you think you're Householder Qing Lian?'

'Look at yourself.'

'Do you think you're fit to leave a poem of your own on the painting?'

'Wow!'

'I'm going to beat you up, you wastrel.'

“Su Changyu, are you crazy?”

'He's out of his mind.'

Su Changyu really couldn't stand the blow at all.

If he didn't know the value of this painting, he might have really praised his Junior Brother.

However, after knowing the value of this painting, Su Changyu wanted to beat the living daylights out of Xu Luochen.

'If I don't beat him up, I'll spell my name backwards!'

“Eldest Senior Brother, stop hitting me, please stop. I'll never boast in front of you again. Please stop hitting me.”

At this moment, Xu Luochen was curled up on the ground, crying and begging Su Changyu not to hit him anymore.

He immediately felt upset again.

He felt that his mouth had become crooked from the beating.

'How can I smile warmly again?'

However, Xu Luochen's begging voice made Su Changyu even more furious.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a huge commotion inside the room.

Su Changyu beat him up again.

“Only I understand how you feel? Screw you, do you understand? Tell me, do you?”

Su Changyu yelled, yanking Xu Luochen's lapel.

“I don't know, I don't know, Senior Brother, please don't hit me again. I won't write a poem again. Eldest Senior Brother, please let me off, please.”

Xu Luochen cried miserably.

He regretted it so much.

'Why did I try to boast in front of Su Changyu for no reason?'

At this moment, Xu Luochen still thought that Su Changyu was furious only because he was jealous of his literary skills.

“Xu Luochen, you have caused a huge trouble.”

After the violent beating, Su Changyu gradually calmed down.

He took a deep breath, looked at Xu Luochen who was bruised and swollen, and finally left.

He needed some time alone.

Otherwise, he would have beat Xu Luochen up again.

However, Xu Luochen had merely suffered abrasions and external injuries, which weren't a big deal to him. He didn't have to recuperate at all. He just had to lie down and rest in bed for two days.

After Su Changyu left, Xu Luochen couldn't help but burst into tears.

“Heaven is jealous of geniuses. Why? Why? Why are you jealous of me?!”

“Eldest Senior Brother, I was wrong about you. Are you jealous of me just because my literary skills are better than yours?”

“I'm so sad.”

Xu Luochen cried even more miserably than before.

Tears rolled down his cheeks profusely.

After crying for a good 15 minutes, Xu Luochen finally stopped crying.

It was because he was a bit tired.

Wiping his tears, Xu Luochen was in low spirits.

He was furious yet upset.

He felt upset because he didn't expect his eldest Senior Brother, whom he had always looked up to, to be jealous of him too.

He was furious because Su Changyu was too brutal and got him all battered up.

However, the more Xu Luochen thought about it, the angrier he got and he slipped into a deadly vicious circle.

Another 15 minutes passed.

Xu Luochen slapped the floor, gritting his teeth and feeling indignant.

“Eldest Senior Brother, you were the first to be unkind, don't blame me for being merciless. I'm going to go see Master and complain about you to him.”

“I'm going to let Master teach you a good lesson, I'm going to let Master pass the position of Sect Leader to me.”

“Su Changyu, just you wait!”

After saying these words, Xu Luochen slowly got up, then walked out of the room aggressively.

After a while, Xu Luochen came back.

It was not that he was afraid.

He was just back to collect the painting on the tea table.

It was proof.

He wanted to complain.

He wanted the Sect Leader to punish Su Changyu.

He wanted Su Changyu to apologize to him.

He was exasperated!

He was really furious.

Overwhelmed with anger, Xu Luochen limped towards the grand hall.

He had already made up his mind.

No matter how Su Changyu apologized to him later, he wouldn't accept it.

No matter how the Sect Leader put in a good word for him, he wouldn't compromise.

'I'm not going to listen.'

'I'm not going to listen.'

'I'm not going to listen.'

Just like that, Xu Luochen arrived outside the grand hall.

The sun was setting in the west.

His silhouette was elongated.

Chapter end