A month had passed.
Chen Fan emerged from the pharmacy.
He stretched his limbs.
A sense of ease washed over him.
Uncle Chen Ming had been waiting by the door the entire time.
He had been diligent and loyal to Chen Fan.
Seeing him, Chen Fan asked, "You've been waiting at the door for so long?"
"Mhm!"
Chen Fan chuckled dryly, "I'm truly forgetful!"
Uncle Chen Ming replied, "This is what I should do!"
Without further ado, Chen Fan tossed two pills to Uncle Chen Ming. "These are Qi Gathering Pills, they can help you break through your cultivation!"
"Take them!"
Uncle Chen Ming, holding the pills, was overwhelmed with emotion. "Thank you, Young Master!"
This was the title Chen Fan disliked the most. He stated, "How many times have I told you, I'm not the Young Master!"
"Do I need to beat you before you listen?"
Uncle Chen Ming chuckled awkwardly. "I... I understand, I'll be careful next time!"
Chen Fan didn't say anything more.
He walked out.
Uncle Chen Ming followed him. "Are you leaving?"
Chen Fan replied, "There's no point in staying here any longer!"
"My connection with this Chen Clan is not that significant!"
"That's true..." Uncle Chen Ming nodded, then his thoughts drifted to something else. Trembling, he said, "I... although I am a member of the Chen Clan, I have nowhere else to go. I..."
"I want to follow you!"
"Is... is that alright?"
Chen Fan knew Uncle Chen Ming was loyal. He said, "Since you want to follow, then follow."
"But I must remind you, you can't call me Young Master anymore!"
He inwardly mused, what kind of Young Master was he?
What nonsense was this?
He thought to himself.
Uncle Chen Ming nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at grain. "Mhm... I understand!"
"I promise, I definitely won't call you that again!"
"Mhm..."
Chen Fan nodded, paying no heed to anything else, maintaining his carefree demeanor.
After they left the Chen Clan's woods, they parted ways.
At the same time, after Chen Fan's departure, Chen Zhenren and Chen San cai appeared.
They went to the pharmacy, and upon seeing the scene within, their eyes nearly popped out.
"Damn it..." Chen San couldn't help but curse. "This is too brutal!"
"The Chen Clan's foundation of so many years, he's swept it all away?"
"This... this is too monstrous!"
"This is a beast!"
"Ahhh..."
"This..."
Chen San, looking at the chaotic scene before him, almost fainted.
Chen Zhenren, thinking of his life's work going to waste, could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood sprayed about two meters.
Seeing this, Chen San's heart trembled violently. "Old... Old Ancestor, are you alright!"
Chen Zhenren took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I... I was just angered, I'm fine!"
"It's nothing..."
He leaned against the wall, his face contorted with pain.
He gasped for air.
This breath was almost fatal!
Years of hard work, gone just like that, handed over to others?
"What the hell!"
Chen Zhenren, now like a provoked poodle, gritted his teeth in anger. "Put... put that scoundrel Chen Fan on the blacklist. If we can't deal with him, we can at least avoid him!"
"Okay... okay, I understand!"
"Don't worry!"
Chen Zhenren nodded, then sat down on the spot to regulate his breathing. Honestly, he was utterly infuriated by everything that had happened.
Chen San, seeing this, was also very helpless.
There was no other way, their opponent was simply too strong.