Chapter 9: Dragon Soars Group, Just You Wait!

When Chen Yufeng arrived at the old family home in Yuxi Town, it was already three or four in the afternoon. He had tried calling his parents from the car, but every attempt showed their phones were switched off. The unease that gnawed at him grew stronger, a panic he dared not pursue to its end.

His house stood at the edge of the village, a simple, modest dwelling. Heart pounding with anxiety, he made his way to the door. The entrance was half open; he paused for a long while before mustering the courage to push it fully.

The door creaked open.

What greeted him was the ancestral tablet and memorial photos of his parents. He froze, staring blankly at the pictures, unwilling—unable—to believe what he saw. Not in a thousand lifetimes would he accept this as reality.

“No, no, it’s an illusion. It must be a hallucination, a dream. Yes, this has to be a dream...”

“It must be the wrong way to open the door.”

He forced a bitter smile, closed the door, and opened it again.

Yet nothing changed.

It struck him like a bolt from the blue.

“Xiaofeng, look, Mom brought you something—your favorite Transformer, isn’t it?”

“Xiaofeng, just tell me what you like, Dad can afford it.”

“Xiaofeng, come here. Did you get into another fight? Let Dad check if you’re hurt anywhere.”

Scenes of his parents’ love and care flashed through Chen Yufeng’s mind, each one stabbing his heart with pain. He could no longer hold back; grief finally erupted.

His tears cascaded like a river breaking its banks.

He fell to his knees before his parents’ memorial, wailing in agony:

“Why did it have to be like this? Why? Is Heaven toying with me?”

He felt happiness had come swiftly, yet sorrow descended just as fast. He had once thought, with the divine disk now in his possession, he could rise in splendor, make life comfortable for his parents. Never did he imagine such tragedy would strike.

As Chen Yufeng was drowning in grief, a voice sounded in his mind, the voice of the little fairy:

“Idiot, what are you crying for? You should be happy!”

“Happy? My parents died and you want me to be happy?”

Chen Yufeng could have kicked her if she were real.

“Oh, honestly! How can I explain it to you? Aren’t you curious why I chose you as my host? Do you think you’re some unparalleled genius, or so handsome the gods and ghosts weep?”

“What... what do you mean by that?” Chen Yufeng pressed her urgently, sensing there was more beneath the surface.

Could this somehow relate to his parents?

“Xiaofeng, you’re back.”

Just as Chen Yufeng was preparing to demand answers from the little fairy, a pair of honest-looking middle-aged relatives entered from outside.

Seeing his uncle and aunt, anger flared within him. He shouted, his tone sharp:

“How could you not call me about something so serious?”

His uncle sighed and explained, “Well, you’re about to take the college entrance exams—we didn’t want to distract you from your studies.”

“With grades like mine, you think I’m worried about distraction? Is there even room for them to fall?”

Chen Yufeng found the whole thing absurd. He wasn’t some model student, yet they pulled this act.

Aunt hurried to add, “Xiaofeng, you don’t know. The real reason is we didn’t see your parents before they passed. We just received two boxes of ashes. We were afraid to affect your studies, so we didn’t rush to tell you.”

“What? Just two boxes of ashes? What really happened?”

Chen Yufeng grew furious, certain there was something suspicious.

His uncle produced a large black leather bag and handed it to him. “Xiaofeng, there’s two hundred thousand in here. It’s compensation from the construction site. Take it.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all the site gave. We didn’t take a penny more!” Uncle hurried to clarify, “The people from the construction company said your parents bore some responsibility, so the compensation amounted to this. Those people have money and power, they say whatever they want. We’re just ordinary folk, with no one in the city. What could we do? At least they gave something. Better than the boss running off without paying.”

“Two lives, and only two hundred thousand? Ha! Two hundred thousand?”

Chen Yufeng trusted his honest, upright uncle and aunt—they would never covet money exchanged for his parents’ lives. He also understood their reasoning. They’d lived their whole lives in the countryside, timid and unassuming, fearful even of the local bullies, let alone those powerful city folk.

They could only compromise.

It was clear the other side wanted to settle things quickly, using their influence to cremate his parents’ bodies without delay, delivering two urns and two hundred thousand in compensation, while threatening his uncle and aunt not to make trouble.

Oppression—blatant oppression of honest people!

He knew the construction company where his parents worked was under the Longteng Group. In Ninghai, who hadn’t heard of Longteng Group—the leading private enterprise in the city? Its Chairman, Zhao Tianlong, was a figure of immense influence, a household name who often appeared on local television, bearing countless prestigious titles.

He was among the most renowned magnates in Ninghai.

A true powerhouse!

Damn it, does power give them the right to trample people? Two lives for two hundred thousand? To hell with them!

Chen Yufeng’s anger surged, his heart ablaze.

If it were before, he’d have to accept being bullied by the powerful and influential, as his uncle and aunt said. What could they do?

But things were different now.

Now, he would not swallow this injustice. Longteng Group—just wait and see!

Uncle watched as Chen Yufeng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, alarmed that he might do something rash. He quickly urged, “Xiaofeng, please, don’t do anything foolish. Your parents only had you. If anything happened to you, how could we face their spirits?”

Aunt also pleaded, “Yes, Xiaofeng, don’t overthink it. What’s done is done. We were warned to take the money quietly, or else more incense would be burned for our family.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t risk my life.”

To reassure them, Chen Yufeng suppressed his anger and nodded, then took out ten thousand from the bag and handed it to his uncle and aunt. “Take this. It’s thanks for all you’ve done for me.”

“No, no, this is money your parents paid with their lives. You should use it for your future, we can’t accept it.”

“Xiaofeng, what are you doing? We absolutely can’t take this.”

They waved their hands in refusal.

“Just take it. Improve your lives a little, don’t work so hard anymore. I won’t say more.”

“This really isn’t right…”

Chen Yufeng didn’t argue further. He placed the money on the table, insisting they keep it.

At the same time, the Divine Disk’s Good Person System prompted a five-point increase. With three points previously earned for acting cool, his total score now stood at eight.

In truth, he gave the money out of familial affection, not for points.

The bonus was an unexpected delight.

His uncle and aunt, unable to refuse, decided to keep the money, planning to save it and return it if their nephew ever needed it.

After comforting Chen Yufeng, they went to prepare dinner.

Seizing the moment, Chen Yufeng eagerly reached out to the spirit of the Divine Disk:

“Hey, little fairy, hurry up and tell me what’s really going on!”