NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 34: I, Chen Zhixing, Am a Man of My Word
Chapter 34: I, Chen Zhixing, Am a Man of My Word
"What to do? What to do?"
Ye Chen's heart was in turmoil, completely losing his composure.
The thought of what Chen Zhixing had just said filled him with a soul-deep fear, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
"Time is running out."
"As a friendly reminder, whether you hand over that sword or not, it will belong to me."
"What you need to consider is whether you want to keep that so-called secret and die with it."
With a swift motion, Chen Zhixing opened his folding fan, looking at Ye Chen with an indifferent expression, not showing much urgency.
"Six."
"Five."
He counted down two more numbers.
Ye Chen, who had been struggling with his decision, gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind.
"Ye Chen! He's tricking you!!!"
The ancient sword vibrated continuously, and the tired female voice carried a sense of urgency.
Clang!!
The next moment, the ancient sword flew up in anger, slashing fiercely at Chen Zhixing.
"You dare to act recklessly with just the power of the Illusory Transformation Realm?"
Chen Zhixing's face turned cold. With a spin of his black fan bones, he instantly caught the incoming sword blade.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Chen Zhixing extended his fingers, flicking the sword three times.
Instantly, the ancient sword trembled violently, emitting a mournful wail.
When Chen Zhixing flicked it the last time, the ancient sword flew away, landing beside Ye Chen.
Seeing the sword about to rise again, Chen Zhixing squinted his eyes.
Boom——!!!
A terrifying mental force was released, transforming into a golden hammer that smashed onto the sword.
Instantly, the ancient sword wailed and stopped moving.
"Three."
Chen Zhixing looked down at Ye Chen and coldly uttered a word.
Ye Chen, lying on the ground, shivered and dared not hesitate any longer.
"Qing'er, I'm sorry. I know you've done a lot for me, but I want to live!"
"Don't blame me."
Ye Chen quickly spoke to the ancient sword, then looked up at Chen Zhixing, his face plastered with a flattering smile:
"Third Young Master, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
"Oh?"
Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face.
Ye Chen yielded faster than he expected.
"A real man knows when to bend and when to stand tall. You've done well." Chen Zhixing said with a smile, making it unclear if it was praise or sarcasm.
"You're right, Third Young Master. It's just a tool, not worth my life."
Ye Chen flattered him, feeling a sense of relief after making his decision.
Yes.
He was still so young, and with the inheritance of the ancient Sword God from that relic, his future was boundless!
Why sacrifice his life for a mere sword?
"Ye Chen..."
The ancient sword looked at Ye Chen, who was now ignoring her with a face full of smiles, and felt a mix of emotions, a pang of sorrow rising in her heart.
So, the person she had protected with her life only saw her as a tool?
The next moment.
Ye Chen grabbed the Immortal Sword Qingzhi and, dragging his limp body, moved to Chen Zhixing's feet, offering the sword with both hands, smiling:
"Third Young Master, you only need to go to that relic and get the ancient Sword God's inheritance to fully control this sword."
"Third Young Master, you promised me, right?"
Chen Zhixing grabbed the Immortal Sword Qingzhi, releasing a mental force that suppressed the struggling sword.
Then, looking at Ye Chen with a smile, he said: "Of course. I admire people who know their place. You will surely achieve great things in the future."
"Tell me, where is that relic?"
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you now."
Ye Chen quickly replied: "In the Eastern Region, Youzhou, under the cliff of Tianchuan Mountain!"
Hearing this, Chen Zhixing grabbed Ye Chen's head, his face turning cold: "Lying to me? Do you think I can't tell a false location?"
"Forget it, you had your chance. Now, die!"
A chilling killing intent surged from Chen Zhixing's eyes.
Ye Chen froze, then panicked: "Third Young Master, I'm telling the truth, I'm not lying to you!"
His voice even carried a hint of sobbing.
"I know. I was just joking with you."
Chen Zhixing's previously cold face instantly turned into a friendly smile.
"Surely, you don't mind this little joke, do you?"
Ye Chen's face turned pale, sweat dripping down his forehead, but he forced a smile: "No, not at all. Third Young Master is very humorous."
"Haha, I think I'm humorous too."
Chen Zhixing patted Ye Chen's head, smiling: "Wait here. I'll have someone treat your injuries and let you go."
"Thank you, Third Young Master, thank you!!"
Ye Chen was overjoyed.
Chen Zhixing smiled one last time, then walked out of the mountain prison with the Immortal Sword Qingzhi.
After Chen Zhixing left.
The smile on Ye Chen's face instantly turned sinister.
He looked at his limp body, then at the distant figure of Chen Zhixing with the sword, and his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.
"Ziwei Chen Family!!!"
He spat out these words from his throat.
The humiliation of today, Ye Chen would never forget!
Once he escaped, he would one day exact a hundredfold revenge!
"You like to play games? Fine, I'll play games with the lives of your entire Chen family!" Ye Chen clenched his fists, his eyes dark and venomous.
He was confident that with the Sword God's inheritance and his extraordinary sword talent.
One day, he would avenge today’s humiliation!
By then, the Third Young Master would regret letting him go!
Outside the mountain.
The midday sun was especially glaring.
Xu Dalong had been waiting respectfully.
He dared not look at the fake mountain prison.
"Third Young Master, what should I do with that person?" he asked respectfully.
Chen Zhixing stretched, saying lightly: "Cut off Ye Chen's head and feed it to the dogs."
"Yes!"
Xu Dalong shuddered and hurried into the mountain prison.
Inside, the prison echoed with screams and curses.
Moments later, the sounds ceased.
Xu Dalong emerged covered in blood, holding something wrapped in cloth.
"Third Young Master, it's done."
Xu Dalong showed the wrapped object to Chen Zhixing.
Chen Zhixing nodded, his mental force confirming there were no surprises.
"Also, go to the paper shop later, have them make ten beautiful paper figurines, and burn them along with a random piece of paper with 'Divine Wandering' written on it and a discarded blunt knife."
"I am a man of my word."
After saying this.
Chen Zhixing left with the sword.
After leaving the Black Dragon Gang's courtyard, Chen Zhixing turned into an empty alley.
At the same time.
A long-missed cold prompt sounded in Chen Zhixing's mind.
【You have killed one of the fated protagonists, seizing a portion of their luck and talent!】
【Ding! Your initial luck value of 7% has increased by 30%! Total luck value is now 37%!】
【You have gained the title: [Heaven's Blessing]】
【Ding! You have gained high-level swordsmanship talent!】