Chapter 2

Looking at the decadent and luxurious life inside the room, the old butler's nose was almost twisted with anger!

Over the past twenty years, the old butler Xiao had assisted the Duke of Xun in managing the Xun residence, dedicating himself wholeheartedly and fulfilling his duties. As a confidant of the Duke, he had witnessed Xun Changfeng's transformation from a poor young man to the current top general, second only to the emperor. His feelings for this place were no less than anyone else's.

As for the young playboy before him, the old butler had almost watched him grow up, treating him like his own grandson. Therefore, he had always been particularly strict with him. However, this young man was impervious to both kindness and sternness, truly causing him to worry until his hair turned white.

Xiao, the old butler, held a high position in the Xun residence, and the Duke of Xun trusted him completely. The young man in the yellow robe did not dare to act rashly, but to submit at this level would not show the authority of his future title as Duke.

"I, I have a headache. I'll go see Father after I rest." The young man in the yellow robe casually made an excuse and then feigned a serious illness, tilting his head to one side and clutching his stomach, moaning in pain. His cunning eyes blinked, checking to see if the old butler had left.

Shaking his head helplessly, this rascal was a complete scoundrel, beyond redemption!

Although the old butler was not young, his body was still very strong. He stepped forward and lifted the young man in the yellow robe from his seat, walking briskly out. As a cultivator at the Ninth Soul Condensation Realm, it was easy for him to carry this playboy, whose body had been drained by wine and women.

"The master has ordered me to bring you. Even if I have to drag you, I will drag you there." The old butler said coldly as he strode toward the front hall.

"Bring me there?" The young man in the yellow robe raised an eyebrow, still maintaining his indifferent attitude, "Why should I go just because he wants me to? Does he think he's my father?"

As soon as these words left his lips, the young man in the yellow robe immediately shut up, realizing that the person in question was indeed his father.

"Hmph! When you see the master, he'll flay your skin off!"

"Grandpa Xiao, put me down. I can't see Father now." The old butler was serious, and the young man in the yellow robe was truly afraid. He had already found out that his mother had returned to her hometown, and if he encountered the whip, no one would come to his defense.

"No way!" The old butler firmly refused.

"Then put me down, I'll walk myself."

"Out of the question!"

"Grandpa Xiao..." Thinking of the impending storm of beatings, the young man in the yellow robe shivered and put on a pleading face, begging bitterly.

"Shut up!" The old butler roared.

"Old bastard, put me down!" Seeing that kindness didn't work, the young man in the yellow robe grabbed the old butler's chest, his face twisted with malice, and shouted.

"Put me down now, or when I become the Duke of Xun, I'll send you to the palace to be a eunuch."

"Useless wood cannot be carved!" The old butler was not afraid of him, coldly snorted, and quickened his pace.

"Old bastard, did you hear me?!"

"Old bastard, put me down now!"

"Old scoundrel!"

"You old scum!"

"#$%^&*()"

Held in the air, the young man in the yellow robe raged and cursed all the way, finally finding an outlet for the vulgar language he had learned from the streets over the years.

The old butler pretended not to hear, crossing a long corridor, two pavilions, and a large training ground before finally reaching the front hall of the Xun residence, where the Duke of Xun resided. Xun Changfeng had deliberately set his son's living quarters in the back of the Xun residence to prevent him from easily escaping, making it easier to set up layers of guards to prevent him from causing trouble in the world. However, this guy was too cunning, using various means such as bribing with money, disguising, and drugging, which made it impossible to control him in the long run.

After about fifteen minutes, the old butler finally brought this troublemaker to the front hall. Xun Changfeng was sitting solemnly in the living room, his face stern and silent, like a volcano about to erupt.

Suppressing his anger, Xun Changfeng, in his early forties, was in his prime, tall and robust, with a distinguished appearance and a commanding presence. Over the years, he had been unable to understand how, with his strict household rules, he could have a son who was so unruly, a complete parasite who took pleasure in harming others.

Sighing helplessly, perhaps everything had been too smooth over the years. If he and his wife had not been overly indulgent with Xun Qiu when he was young, his bad habits would not have become so severe. After all, in the homes of high officials, the appearance of playboys was inevitable.

Xun Changfeng tried to convince himself not to be too angry, as his wife was not at home. If he lost his temper and hit too hard, his wife would surely cause a fuss when she returned.

Besides, what could he do even if he was angry?

Thinking of this, Xun Changfeng gave a self-deprecating smile, thinking that he, the Duke of Xun, the great general commanding a million troops of the Kaiping Empire, was powerless against his fourteen-year-old son.

"You old wolf-hearted bastard, you old virgin who can't get married, put me down!"

"You heartless old bastard, I'll haunt you even if I become a ghost!"

While deep in thought, Xun Changfeng heard Xun Qiu's curses through the window. He looked up and saw the old butler had already brought Xun Qiu in and thrown him to the ground.

"Shut up!" Xun Changfeng stood up from his seat, glaring fiercely at Xun Qiu. His bloodshot eyes seemed to spew fire, instantly silencing Xun Qiu's incessant chatter.

Xun Qiu retreated to the side, standing nonchalantly, pouting and holding his head high, completely immune to his father's anger.

"Scoundrel, get down on your knees!"

This second-generation playboy's attitude made Xun Changfeng's teeth grind in anger.

Xun Qiu still did not react, shaking his head and pretending not to hear.

"Brat, can't I control you?!" Xun Changfeng, seeing this, was furious. He stepped forward, grabbed Xun Qiu's shoulder, and pressed him to the ground with his large hand. As a cultivator at the Essence Spirit Realm, Xun Qiu, who was weak and frail, could not resist and was forced to the ground.

"Speak, why were you expelled from the Roshui Sword Sect?" Xun Changfeng took a deep breath and demanded.

Still no answer.

"Speak!"

Xun Changfeng grabbed a porcelain cup from the table, crushed it with a single hand, and roared in a voice that could shake the entire hall.

"Was it peeing in the scripture hall again, or pouring water into the alchemy furnace?!!!"