Chapter 42

Shen Lang felt extremely distressed.

After not returning home for a while, he never expected that his family would be bullied to such an extent...

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Xiaohong's face, saying, "Xiaohong, don't worry, Young Master will never let anyone bully you again."

"Um..." Xiaohong's eyes were wide open, staring at him intently, tears gradually blurring her vision. After a long while, she suddenly burst into tears.

This cry tore Shen Lang's heart to pieces...

How much bitterness and委屈 (grievance) must one have to cry so heart-wrenchingly?

"Shen Lang? It turns out it was you, this good-for-nothing, who hit me. I'll kill you!" The bloodied Feng Butler roared, holding a dagger with a terrifying blue glow, stabbing towards Shen Lang.

He truly had the intent to kill, but only on the condition that Shen Lang did not have the blood of the Shen family. Otherwise, how dare he be so bold?

Shen Lang simply sidestepped, his fingers quickly tapping twice on Feng Butler's arm. A powerful thunder force instantly surged into the other's body, restraining the Level 5 Force Warrior Feng Butler.

Feng Butler stood there in shock, his body numb, one hand still holding the dagger without retracting it.

Without hesitation, Shen Lang slapped him twice, one forward and one backward, sending several of Feng Butler's teeth flying.

"Was it your right hand?" Shen Lang asked calmly after the slaps.

"Uh... What?" Feng Butler's tongue was thick, unable to speak.

"I mean, the hand you used to push Xiaohong down, was it your right hand?" Shen Lang patiently explained.

"Uh... Young Master, spare my life, I won't dare to do it again!" Feng Butler, paralyzed and unable to move, finally showed a look of fear.

Shen Lang didn't even raise an eyebrow, lightly tapping Feng Butler's dagger-holding hand twice, as if to brush off dust, and politely asked, "How about medium-well?"

"Uh... What?" Feng Butler didn't understand again.

Then, a fork-shaped lightning bolt emitted from Shen Lang's palm, "crack" enveloping Feng Butler's arm, followed by a piercing scream...

A strong smell of burning immediately filled the air, the courtyard filled with the scent of burnt flesh. Feng Butler's arm was instantly roasted, like a piece of charcoal.

Not too much, not too little, exactly medium-well.

To say that Feng Butler's strength was not weak, he was a Level 5 Force Warrior. After all, to be the butler of a family like the Shen family, one needed some strength.

Unfortunately, he encountered Shen Lang, a monster with the inheritance of a War Emperor, who had cultivated the most powerful lightning technique, "Thunder Control Divine Technique"!

Although he was only at the Level 9 Force Warrior stage, with the memory of a War Emperor, when he truly fought, it wasn't just Feng Butler who was no match, even a few Level 3 Qi Warriors like Shen Feng would be no match.

Letting go of the burnt right hand, Shen Lang, as if he hadn't heard the piercing screams, always wore a smile when looking at Feng Butler.

"Ah... Shen Lang, you... you wait! I won't let you off!" Feng Butler shouted fiercely.

He thought he was the Shen family's butler, and no matter how bold Shen Lang was, he wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

Even Xiaohong thought Shen Lang would let Feng Butler go, but Shen Lang moved again.

His wrist circled Feng Butler's right hand, a force causing Feng Butler's charcoal-like arm to bend. The sharp dagger turned and directly stabbed into Feng Butler's heart.

Then his palm slapped down, driving the dagger all the way in, handle and all!

"Uh... You... Puh!" Despite Feng Butler's years of experience and sharp insight, he never expected that after Shen Lang crippled his hand, he would so decisively kill him!

It was like slaughtering chickens and ducks...

He struggled to lower his head, looking at the dagger that had almost completely pierced his heart, unable to speak, only able to make indistinct "uh" sounds, blood gushing from his mouth.

If he had known this kid was so ruthless, would he have dared to be so arrogant before?

He should have fled long ago!

Unfortunately, there was no regret pill in this world...

Shen Lang glanced at him indifferently, suddenly turned around, and with a back kick, sent Feng Butler flying over the high courtyard wall, landing with a thud.

"Young Master... I... I..." Xiaohong, who had seen many fights in the Shen family, had never seen such a bloody scene.

She was immediately scared to the point of trembling, unable to speak.

But although the Shen Lang in front of her was decisive and cruel, she strangely did not retreat or leave.

Subconsciously, she knew that no matter how many people Young Master killed or how ruthless he was, he would never harm her. It was just that the killing aura and those actions were too terrifying.

"Young Master will never let anyone bully you again." She firmly believed in Young Master's words just now!

"It's fine, don't worry. Let's go inside with the vegetables." Shen Lang patted Xiaohong's head, like an adult patting a child, though he was only a few months older than her.

"Okay!" Xiaohong nodded.

Although killing someone in the Shen family seemed like a big deal, Xiaohong, looking at Shen Lang, always subconsciously believed his words.

If Young Master said it was fine, then it was definitely fine!

Shen Lang bent down to help Xiaohong pick up the vegetables, then held her hand and walked home.

He truly didn't care about the consequences.

He dared to come back like this, not caring about the consequences.

In the past, when he had no strength, he had no choice, and even if he wanted to fight, he couldn't.

Now it was different...

His friends and family must live well!

His enemies must pay the price!

The Shen family was just a minor force, not even reaching the Green Wood level. If those elders and Shen Jianfeng's father were blind, he wouldn't mind killing them and bloodbathing the Shen family!

He had even killed a Level 6 Qi Warrior, so killing a few Level 6 or 7 Qi Warriors was nothing.

If it weren't for his father, he would have provoked these people even if they didn't come to him.

If those old men were smart, they would know that he, Shen Lang, was not to be provoked, and would clean up the mess and not let anyone come to die.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind turning the Shen family upside down!

This world was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, and the powerful ruled. The so-called rules were meant to be broken, it just depended on whether you had the strength!

No killing in the Shen family courtyard?

Now he had killed, and not just one. He wanted to see what kind of unlucky person would come to die!

...

"Master, Lady, Young Master is back, Young Master is back!" Before entering the door, Xiaohong bounced in, shouting loudly.

"Ah? Is Lang'er back? Xiaohong, is it really Lang'er?" A middle-aged woman's voice came from the inner room, then the door creaked open, and an extraordinary woman in palace attire hurried out.

Although they hadn't seen each other for only a few months, for some reason, Shen Lang felt as if it had been a thousand years, his nose tingling, feeling like he wanted to cry.

In the past, he used to come home often, but in the last couple of years, the intervals had become longer and longer...

"Mother, Lang'er is back to see you!" His legs gave way, and he knelt down.

Shen Lang's mother was named Luo Dieqi. Seeing Shen Lang kneel, she hurriedly helped him up, saying, "You silly child, why did you come back without a word? Is the academy on holiday?"

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "Not yet... Mother, don't worry about the academy. Ta Yun Academy has nothing left to teach me. I will come back more often and spend more time with you and Father."

Luo Dieqi was slightly stunned, then smiled, "That's good. You've grown up and know what to do. You can decide these things yourself... By the way, I heard some commotion outside just now. Did someone cause trouble for you again?"

Seeing her concerned gaze, Shen Lang's eyes narrowed, his heart aching... Mother must have been a top beauty in her youth, but now, though not old, her face was already full of wrinkles, and a few strands of white hair had appeared...

Now, hearing the commotion outside, she was so worried, afraid that he would be bullied.

And he, over the years, had stayed at Ta Yun Academy, rarely coming back, basically doing nothing!

"It's nothing, just some stray dogs trying to bite. I've taken care of them." Shen Lang shook his head and smiled, "Mother, I won't let you, Father, or Xiaohong be bullied by anyone... anyone, not at all!"

Xiaohong immediately chimed in, "Lady, Young Master is really amazing, I saw it!"

Luo Dieqi smiled bitterly, "You silly child... Mother understands your heart, but don't think too much now... By the way, I forgot to tell you, your sister came back last night. Jialan Academy is on holiday. I was thinking of sending someone to notify you tomorrow, but you're back already."

"Sister is back?" Shen Lang was stunned, then a smile of joy appeared on his face.

"Yes, she went to the back garden with some classmates from Jialan Academy. Go see your father first, and I'll have Xiaohong call your sister for dinner later."

Although Shen Lang still had a smile on his face, this smile was clearly different. Xiaohong, standing beside him, felt a strange sense of being bathed in a spring breeze, her heart also filled with joy. This feeling had been absent from the family for a long time...

"I'll go see Father first, and then find Sister!" At this moment, Shen Lang finally showed a bit of his true nature, more like a teenager.

Previously, his eyes had emitted terrifying cold light, each ray of light as substantial as a solid object, making people shudder...

"Father, Lang'er is back to see you." Shen Lang took a few steps forward.

At this moment, on the bed in the inner room, a middle-aged man with white hair was engrossed in a book.

The man was dressed in a moon-white robe, his long hair casually draped over his shoulders, tied back with a purple silk ribbon, exuding a gentle and refined aura. Despite his young age, his hair was already gray, he was Shen Lang's father, Shen Haotian.

Shen Haotian smiled and put down the book, saying, "I know, I heard you shouting outside. What a coincidence, your sister just came back, and you're back too?"

"I didn't know Sister was back. I just missed you and Mother, so I came back to see you. How is your illness? At the beginning of the year, you could already walk around..." Shen Lang moved a chair to sit down.

Just as he sat down, his gaze fell on Shen Haotian's face, and his eyes flashed with a powerful light, a killing aura sweeping through the room.

The youthful aura that had just returned was immediately covered by a cold killing intent.

"Crack!"

He gripped the chair with his hand, and with a force, the wood shattered, splinters flying everywhere!