? The Xianhu Mansion. The mansion's master was deeply focused on refining a special elixir specially commissioned by the Celestial Court, so he had to personally oversee the process. Huff... Boom... Suddenly, someone bursts through the door, rushing in and shouting, "Dad! I have something urgent to talk to you!" The once vibrant crimson furnace instantly cools down and turns a dull, sickly green. Old Chen is furious. Just as he was about to complete the elixir, his son's sudden arrival has completely disrupted everything—wasting countless high-quality ingredients, and now pushing back the delivery deadline, which is a serious loss. He turns sharply, shouting, "What's the matter? Didn't I tell you clearly? During my refining process, I need undisturbed focus! You've completely ignored me! I'll make sure you learn your lesson today—I'm not done with you yet!" Only now does Chen Jie notice the sickly green furnace. His rosy cheeks instantly turn dark, and he stammers, "Dad, I've caused trouble." "Old Chen narrowed his eyes: 'It's not you, is it? Then it must be me.' 'But truly, I have something very important to tell you,' said Tao Xiang, trying to change the subject. To his surprise, Old Chen didn't fall for it. He raised his palm and said, 'Right now, the most important thing is the beating you're about to take. I want you to remember it for the rest of your life—Dan isn't something you can just stumble into.' 'Father, I'm sorry. From now on, I'll never make such a mistake again. I have something very important to tell you—after I finish, I must go.' He said this while retreating. 'Hah! You want to leave? Forget it!' Old Chen grinned fiercely. 'Once you've made a mess, you expect to just walk away? There's no such thing in the world. No matter how much you explain, you'll have to take a solid beating first. Rest assured, you're my son—I won't kill you. At most, you'll be half-dead. Then I'll treat you with the finest healing Dan. It won't hurt for long.' "Chen Jie, eyes blazing: 'You can't hit me! I truly have something very important to attend to. How can I possibly carry on if you injure me?' 'What could possibly be important today? You have to hit me now!' 'You have to hit me now!' Chen Jie spread his hands out, making a gesture of non-resistance, humming as he said: 'Then go ahead and hit me. I'll tell my mother about this.' Old Chen's expression tightened, yet he continued to sneer: 'Fine. At worst, my mother will give you a good scolding. At least, I've already managed to settle you. Since you've said this, my father must give you a thorough scolding—otherwise, how can he feel at ease?' 'Alright, Chen Juehua,' said Tao Hua, holding his ground: 'Go ahead and hit me. After you've done it, not only will I be scolded by my mother, but I'll also tell anyone in the household about your nickname.' Chen immediately drooped, lowering the hands he had raised, rubbing them as he said, "Son, there's something important you'd like to tell me, isn't there? It's just that our batch of immortality pills failed—nothing major. If there's something serious, then why not say it right away? I've been eager to hear it ever since." Tao Hua raised an eyebrow, thinking: How can I not treat you when I can treat others? I've battled the heavens, the earth, and even my old father, the chrysanthemum—what more could there be? He frowned seriously and said, "Right now, I'm one of the frontline fighters against the demonic army. Our troops are short on medicine and supplies, and our equipment is quite poor. So I've volunteered to bring what I have from home. Last time you took the key to my storage room—I came here specifically to retrieve that key." Chen stared at him, astonished—how could it be that he was fighting the demons? That was his own responsibility. Even if he had lost his training, why should Chen's family provide supplies and equipment? That was the celestial court's duty. Chen Jie didn't think so. In his view, it was a perfect opportunity to rise in the ranks, and he could also showcase his generosity before Qingya. So, without realizing it, he turned his attention to his own warehouse. Qin Feng had mentioned that Qingya particularly liked generous people. After all, Qingya was a classic miser—how could she not appreciate someone who was generous? Old Chen took a deep breath and said seriously, "My dear, you've already taken several treasures, along with numerous flying swords and medium-grade artifacts. What more do you expect to take from outside?" "Stop talking and hand me the keys right away," said Huaihua brother, growing increasingly impatient. "Don't worry—I'll never part with our family heirlooms. At most, I'll take a few slightly better artifacts and some healing pills for emergencies." "This... doesn't seem quite right," Old Chen felt a pang of regret. "What's not suitable about it? Tell me, who owns the items in the warehouse?" His eyes grew even wider. Chen didn’t hesitate. “Of course it’s ours—Chen family’s. I’m the head of the household, so it’s mine.” He meant that since the things were his, he had the final say; you, young man, shouldn’t be trying to claim them. Chen Jie chuckled. “Then, should the day come when—well, when the things are no longer yours, who will they belong to?” “Of course, my son, you’ll inherit them.” Chen Jie immediately brightened. “Then that’s settled. It means the things will eventually be mine. So I can use them now—no problem at all. No need to delay. Everyone’s waiting. Being late is simply uncivilized.” Old Chen was left speechless and had to pull a key from his pocket, saying with a strained voice, “My dear, please don’t touch those heirlooms. Otherwise, even if I pass away one day, I won’t have the face to face my ancestors.” “Don’t worry. If you can’t explain it, when I eventually go, I’ll explain it for you.” “Help me.” Chen's eyes were wide open—how could you possibly help me with this? And when you go to explain it to the ancestors, how many years will I have to wait? Tao Hua's move of striking at the root has left Chen quite devastated. Only when his son happily carried the items away did Chen finally snap out of his daze, giving a sharp slap to his forehead: "How again have I been defeated by just the three characters—Chen Juhua? And not only that, but I've also lost an entire batch of elixirs and a heap of rare treasures. How could I have such a son? Truly, a complete waste of fortune!" Tao Hua smiled warmly, deeply delighted, and modestly said, "I shouldn't say that—being a mere hair from nine oxen might be a bit excessive. After all, it should at least be two hairs from nine oxen." Qin Feng immediately added, "Why not ask Tao Hua to go back once more and bring back two more hairs from the oxen? Then everyone will surely be even more pleased.