NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 49: With Just a Move, I’ve Reached the Limit of Your Realm
Chapter 49: With Just a Move, I’ve Reached the Limit of Your Realm
The rain was coming down harder and harder.
It was as if thousands of silver threads were strung together, forming a dense curtain of rain that finally fell on the uneven ground, gathering into small streams.
Chen Zhixing and Chen Zhaosheng just stared at each other, as if their gazes had turned into sharp swords, colliding in mid-air with a resounding crash!
This was the first time the two had truly met.
“Chen Zhixing, you finally dare to see me!”
Chen Zhaosheng stood in mid-air. The dark sky made his entire face somewhat indistinct, only his eyes were visible, flickering with sparks of excitement.
Chen Zhixing scratched his head and asked curiously, “I want to ask, we haven’t had much interaction, so why are you so obsessed with clinging to me?”
Chen Zhaosheng's face darkened upon hearing this. “Chen Zhixing, watch your words!”
After a pause, Chen Zhaosheng took a deep breath and slowly said, “The reasons are many. It involves the future position of the family head, the family's resources—”
At this point, Chen Zhaosheng suddenly paused.
Then, his eyes filled with overwhelming jealousy, abandoning his previous calm demeanor, and he growled through gritted teeth:
“If it weren’t for you, I would be the only hope of the Ziwei Chen family! Even the family head and that old ancestor would have to make way for me!!”
“If it weren’t for you, I would enjoy all the resources of the Chen family alone!!”
“If it weren’t for you, your father, Chen Tianliang, would be crushed under my father’s feet for the rest of his life!!”
“But why, even after the family already produced someone like me, a Nine Ancient Mark bearer, did they have to bring you into existence?!!”
As he spoke, Chen Zhaosheng's voice grew louder and louder.
In the end, it turned into a roar!
He took a deep breath, then burst into laughter.
“Do you know? Every time I hear the family head say things like you and I are the future hope of the family, that our Chen family’s two suns will soar to the sky, that our family will have two prodigies, I feel... disgusted! Truly, utterly disgusted!”
Chen Zhaosheng looked down at Chen Zhixing, his face full of loathing.
“What right do you have to be on par with me?! What right do you have to be called a prodigy alongside me?!”
“I, Chen Zhaosheng, have always stood alone! If I’m to be someone, I’ll be the one in a million! I disdain walking with others!”
“I am the firstborn of the Chen family, my status is unparalleled. I am a Nine Ancient Mark bearer, and among all the prodigies in the world, my talent is exceptional!”
“I was born with a Royal Diagram and am favored by the heavens!”
“In cultivation, I work tirelessly, harder than anyone else!”
“And you?”
“Other than idly wasting time in the family every day, what else do you know?”
“Yet even so, the family head still thinks you and I are comparable, and you still enjoy half of the family’s resources!”
“I think the family head... he’s truly senile!”
Boom~!!
A series of thunderclaps exploded in the dark sky, with silver serpents dancing wildly. The brief flashes of lightning illuminated Chen Zhaosheng's face.
At this moment, he poured out all the words that had been buried in his heart for ten years.
“Unexpected...”
Chen Zhixing lowered his head, muttering to himself in thought, “... Without realizing it, I’ve put this much pressure on you.”
“Pressure?”
Hearing this, Chen Zhaosheng couldn’t help but laugh angrily. “Pressure? You think you’re qualified to pressure me? I just—”
Before he could finish.
Chen Zhixing looked up at him and said seriously, “I know you’re anxious, but don’t be.”
As soon as he said this, Chen Zhaosheng felt as if his countless punches had landed on a cotton ball, and the veins on his forehead throbbed uncontrollably.
This guy, how can he remain so calm?
After everything I’ve said, shouldn’t he be furious?
Before he could continue thinking.
“I heard you tell someone before that hard work is nothing compared to talent.”
Chen Zhixing slowly raised his hand, and a terrifying aura began to surge around him, with him at the center.
“Then let me show you what it truly means for hard work to be insignificant compared to talent.”
Boom!!!
A terrifying cyclone began to form around Chen Zhixing as he raised his hand.
Rainwater, wild winds, mud, branches—all were swept into the cyclone!
Treasure Body!
Spirit Nourishment!!
Illusory Transformation!!
Luminescence!!
In the blink of an eye, the aura emanating from Chen Zhixing reached the same Luminescence realm as Chen Zhaosheng!
“You’ve also reached Luminescence?!”
Chen Zhaosheng’s pupils contracted violently, his heart trembling.
But this was just the beginning.
He watched as Chen Zhixing's cultivation level continued to climb beyond Luminescence.
In just a few breaths, Chen Zhixing’s cultivation skyrocketed to the peak of Luminescence!
Then, under Chen Zhaosheng's disbelieving gaze, Chen Zhixing’s cultivation made another leap, straight into the Spiritual Wandering realm!
“Spiritual Wandering... how is this possible?!!!”
In an instant, Chen Zhaosheng cried out in horror.
“You always ask why I’ve been avoiding you.”
In the torrential rain.
Chen Zhixing’s jet-black hair flowed freely, his expression calm as he spoke indifferently, “You’ve got it wrong. It’s because with just a move, I’ve reached the limit of your realm.”
“I was afraid I might accidentally kill you.”
Boom—!!!
Endless spiritual energy wove together in the air, then formed a massive black hand that blotted out the sky.
“Primal Unity Hand!”
Chen Zhixing gently pressed down with his right hand.
Boom!!!
The massive black hand followed suit, descending upon Chen Zhaosheng’s head.
“Royal Diagram!!!”
Chen Zhaosheng’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he let out a frenzied roar.
Behind him, a colossal face crowned with an imperial crown, shrouded in endless chaotic mist, slowly opened its eyes in the sky.
Before this imperial face could fully open its eyes.
Boom!!!
The giant hand crushed down, and in an instant, the imperial face was shattered into countless pieces, obliterated in the void.
Next, the black hand filled all of Chen Zhaosheng’s vision and crashed down upon him.
“No!!!” Chen Zhaosheng’s face twisted, and he let out a crazed roar.
The bracelet on his wrist barely had time to emit a black-yellow barrier before it was easily shattered.
Crack.
The bracelet, meant for emergencies, snapped in two.
Boom—!!!
A figure plummeted from the sky, creating massive waves.
Blood gushed out, staining the lake red in an instant.
Chen Zhixing withdrew his hand, casting only a glance at the lake’s surface before shifting his gaze to the bloodied figure kneeling on the shore.
“Third Young Master, save... save me.”
Chen Ugly Child, unable to move, knelt on the cold ground, the accumulated rainwater submerging half of his face.
Chen Zhixing walked toward Chen Ugly Child step by step, his gaze falling upon him.
He stared at Chen Ugly Child, a thoughtful expression on his face.
After a moment's hesitation.
An ancient book with a deep blue vertical eye on the cover, titled “Path of Pain,” appeared in his hand.
“Chen Ugly Child, give your life to me, and I’ll grant you a fortune.”
“How about it?”
Chen Zhixing smiled warmly, speaking softly.