"Shuang'er, don't be rude."
The woman was about to mock Luo Chen again, but was stopped by the old man.
The old man seemed to be very cultured, but Luo Chen still sensed the superiority in his demeanor.
"Young man, it seems you looked down on this painting just now?" The old man was also quite concerned about how others viewed his prized possession.
"Fake," Luo Chen replied indifferently.
"Fake?" The girl named Shuang'er immediately became furious upon hearing this, standing up and pointing at Luo Chen.
"How dare you say my grandfather's collection is fake? That's absolute nonsense!" Shuang'er looked at Luo Chen with disdain.
No random passenger had dared to speak like this in front of her, and she felt her dignity was being provoked. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to her like that.
"Shuang'er, sit down." The old man said in a deep voice, but he himself wore a displeased expression and continued, "Young man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't speak carelessly. This genuine piece has been authenticated by several masters in the industry."
The old man had a head full of white hair, but his complexion was rosy, and his demeanor was exceptionally calm, not resembling an old man at all. Instead, he had the vitality of a younger person. Luo Chen guessed that this old man must be a martial arts expert, but even such so-called experts were not worth his attention.
"I said it's fake, so it must be fake," Luo Chen replied nonchalantly.
"Hey, you little brat, I must teach you a lesson today!" Shuang'er stood up angrily again. She and her family were powerful in Xinzhu, accustomed to being domineering. To put it bluntly, not even the mayor of Xinzhu would dare to be so disrespectful in front of her grandfather.
"Just you?" Luo Chen smiled slightly. He could tell that this girl was also skilled in martial arts, having likely trained for about ten years.
However, martial arts meant nothing in front of Luo Chen.
Even though he had lost all his cultivation, he still had the protective aura of the Taihuang Scripture.
Ordinary people simply couldn't touch him.
Although the old man intended to intervene, seeing Luo Chen's attitude changed his mind. While he no longer had the competitive spirit of youth, he was still a significant figure, and naturally, he had the dignity that a person of his status should maintain.
Moreover, Luo Chen's claim that his collection was fake made him quite unhappy.
It was time to teach these arrogant and ignorant young people a lesson.
And regarding his granddaughter, despite being a girl, she was not someone an ordinary person could handle. After all, he had trained her for over ten years, and he was confident in that regard.
"You little brat, remember this lesson and don't speak carelessly in front of others." Shuang'er waved her hand, and suddenly, more than a dozen people stood up in the entire train car, clearly indicating that the old man had a significant identity.
The train attendants were about to intervene, but one of the burly men stepped in front of them and pulled out an identification card. The attendant's expression changed drastically, and after glancing at the old man, they respectfully retreated, even closing the door of the train car behind them.
Shuang'er then walked up to Luo Chen, sneering coldly as she looked down on him. Without further ado, she raised her hand and slapped him.
Clearly, she did not take Luo Chen seriously at all.
The slap came with great force.
However, Luo Chen didn't even dodge, nor did he even look at Shuang'er.
Shuang'er intended to teach Luo Chen a lesson with that slap, but she had indeed used a bit too much force. Although she was a girl, she was still a martial artist, and that slap could easily dislocate the jaw of an ordinary person.
But just as her hand was about to hit Luo Chen's face, her expression suddenly changed to one of horror.
Because her hand stopped just three centimeters from Luo Chen's face.
It wasn't that Shuang'er didn't want to hit him; it was that she couldn't get through. It was as if her slap had hit an invisible wall of energy.
No matter how hard she tried, her face turned red, but she couldn't advance even a bit.
"Shuang'er, step back!" The old man's expression changed drastically as he suddenly stood up and swiftly pulled Shuang'er back, his heart racing.
He then gestured to the dozen or so people.
With Luo Chen's keen perception, he could tell that those people were ready to draw guns.
Interesting.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was being reckless," the old man said, seeing that Luo Chen had not retaliated. He breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully cupped his hands in greeting.
"Shuang'er, quickly apologize to this gentleman." The old man even pulled the girl beside him.
"Grandpa, what are you doing? What is your status? Besides, I don't believe he can withstand—"
"Shut up! What do you know?" The old man suddenly reprimanded. He knew that while bullets might not be stopped, the other party could kill him and his granddaughter before his men could even draw their guns. He was certain of that.
"Quickly apologize!" A hint of fear had already arisen in the old man's heart.
Perhaps others didn't know, but he certainly did. This was the manifestation of internal energy, and even in the so-called martial arts world, it was akin to a master-level figure.
If such a person made a move, even he wouldn't be able to withstand a single strike.
With internal energy unleashed, if the other party had murderous intent, they could easily take their lives in an instant.
Such a person was not someone they could provoke.
"I'm sorry." Shuang'er reluctantly apologized, her face filled with unwillingness.
"Let this be a lesson. No one dares to slap me," Luo Chen said with a calm expression, but his tone carried a hint of killing intent.
At that moment, Luo Chen's aura changed, resembling a deity standing high above, overwhelming the world, as if a divine presence had descended upon the mortal realm.
Fortunately, the other party was just a little girl, and with Luo Chen's mindset as an immortal, he wouldn't take it too seriously.
Otherwise, had she dared to slap him, she would have already become a corpse.
Facing Luo Chen's overwhelming aura, Shuang'er suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, her entire body turning icy, as if she were in a freezing cellar. Her legs went weak, and she fell directly to the ground.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was being reckless. Please, sir, spare her for the sake of her youth and ignorance." The old man was sweating profusely, once again cupping his hands in greeting, feeling somewhat unsteady on his feet.
At that moment, the old man's heart was stirred by tumultuous waves. At his level and with his experience, he could touch upon secrets that ordinary people could not know.
But the more he knew, the more he feared Luo Chen. The old man bitterly smiled, realizing that he had encountered such a legendary figure on a train.
In fact, the old man was a person of great power and influence in Xinzhu. At least in Xinzhu, no one had ever been able to make him look down on them. Both in the open and behind the scenes, people often had to consider his feelings.
But today, for the first time, he felt he might have provoked someone he shouldn't have, and fear arose in his heart for the first time.
"I am Ye Zhengtian. May I ask for your esteemed name, sir?" The old man smiled apologetically.