Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1224 - 364: The Mental Realm of the Strong and the Mental Realm of the Weak

"The abandoned house has been left unattended and uncleaned for so long that it might have been inhabited by snakes or rats. Go and clean it up for me."

For Gui Geng, this task was the simplest. As a Demon Cultivator, all he needed to do was walk through the courtyard, inside and outside, upstairs and downstairs. By deliberately releasing his demon aura, he could intimidate the wild snakes, rats, or other creatures that had sneaked in while the house was vacant, causing them to flee in panic.

Gui Geng received Chen Yan’s orders and went to work, while Chen Yan himself entered the lounge.

Lu Sisi seemed somewhat helpless as she sat there beside her mother, Lu Xiuting.

Lu Xiuting was deliberately showcasing a "close" attitude with her daughter.

She held Lu Sisi’s hand and intentionally engaged in casual conversation.

Chen Yan understood that the woman was being deliberate, needing to show the Yang Family members, her husband, and Mr. Yang Sr. just how good her relationship was with her precious daughter.

This was Lu Xiuting’s only leverage left in the Yang Family.

Leveraging her daughter’s influence.

Lu Xiuting served her own interests, and Chen Yan didn’t mind, nor did he intend to expose her blending of authority.

Yet, it was Mr. Yang Sr., with his excessive display of elder "kindness" and "affection" towards Lu Sisi, that made Lu Sisi feel somewhat bewildered.

Lu Sisi might have a gentle nature, but she was not foolish!

Before turning eighteen, she lived a life of constant worry and unease, able to discern who truly cared for her and who did not.

This Mr. Yang Sr., whom she hadn’t seen for many years and who had been indifferent towards her, suddenly showed "kindness and affection" during this visit to Port City, all because of Chu Keqing... Lu Sisi understood the reason.

When Chen Yan entered, Lu Xiuting tactfully got up and ceded the seat next to Lu Sisi to Chen Yan, then went to sit with her son.

Mr. Yang Sr. pretended to sip tea, while his eyes secretly scrutinized Chen Yan.

"Young, excessively young," was the deepest impression in Mr. Yang Sr.’s mind.

This young man was highly esteemed by Chu Keqing and eagerly courted by the Liu Family...

Chen Yan sat down calmly; he didn’t need to fawn over anyone. With this mindset, he exuded a transcendent attitude, more at ease than anyone else.

He knew very well that the Yang Family members present needed to ingratiate themselves with him.

He didn’t need to intentionally give them face, didn’t need to concern himself with their expressions, nor even consider their feelings.

To put it bluntly, all he needed to do was sit here and watch how the Yang Family members try to curry favor with him.

And whether he accepted or rejected their favor was entirely up to him, decided in a flash.

This attitude was absolutely transcendent, absolutely superior.

Mr. Yang Sr. seemed to ponder for a long time before initiating a conversation.

He spoke of his lifelong passion for profound cultivation, asking questions—Chen Yan knew well that these topics were intentionally chosen.

For similar issues, he had definitely consulted other "masters," and perhaps even discussed with Chu Keqing.

Still, chatting with Chen Yan was a good way to bridge the gap.

Mr. Yang Sr. was astute, sensing Chen Yan’s indifference and refraining from presenting himself as an "elder" or "family" to embarrass himself.

The topic now changed to a new stance.

A mundane mortal seeking advice from a Mystic Cultivator Expert.

This stance didn’t bother Chen Yan, and he exchanged a few words with Mr. Yang Sr., but only briefly. When Mr. Yang Sr. mentioned topics like "Life Chart," which might relate to Lu Sisi’s identity, Chen Yan avoided responding.

Even then, Mr. Yang Sr. remained patient—Yang Jiaming had already drunk three cups of tea, shifting uneasily on the sofa. Although he maintained the façade of a "dutiful son" listening to his father’s conversation, his expression revealed impatience and awkwardness.

Chen Yan had already sent Lu Sisi and her brother outside to the yard to play.

Mr. Yang Sr. had the most composed temperament; this old gentleman’s temperance was remarkably good, seeming to enjoy the conversation with Chen Yan, showing no trace of agitation or impatience.

Yet, Chen Yan detected a slight clue!

This Mr. Yang Sr., in fact...

had the Mental Realm of a weakling.

Coincidentally, it was what he had comprehended today. The Mental Realm of the strong and the Mental Realm of the weak.

This Mr. Yang Sr. actually had a weak mentality!

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It might sound absurd to say that Mr. Yang Sr., with assets surpassing a billion, had a weak mentality.

If a billionaire were considered weak, then what would the general populace be?

But indeed, that was the truth.

It’s not that he was weak, but his mentality was indeed that of a weakling.

This Mr. Yang Sr. walked the path of a "weak" mentality.

Constantly cautious, walking on thin ice, meticulously seeking survival, maneuvering in the cracks to get ahead...

That’s how he finally secured a position.

He wasn’t a trailblazing hero but a "follower," seeking minor benefits while nestled among the great predators to sustain his survival.