Urban Carefree Warrior God Chapter 657 658: Holding a Broad Knife, Treading Through Sno

The news of Chen Yang's reappearance in Cangyun City was still brewing.

The situation beca polarized. So people didn't believe it at all, thinking that after Chen Yang's self-inflicted blow, he couldn't have recovered so swiftly, even if recovery were possible. It had to be a smokescreen intentionally released by certain parties to intimidate their rivals. By now, he was either dead or cowering in so corner, struggling to survive.

So many royal experts had been killed in the battle by the Qingyuan River. If he dared to show his face now, the royal family wouldn't even need to act; plenty of others would be lining up to kill him. Not to ntion, those in true positions of power wouldn't turn a blind eye.

As the saying goes, when a tree falls, the monkeys scatter. The Great Elder of the Elders' Court had passed away, and his forr subordinates had all drawn clear lines and hidden themselves far away. Who would dare to step forward at a ti like this?

On the other hand, so believed the news without a doubt. It is said there's no smoke without fire. At such a sensitive ti, it was only natural for Chen Yang to seize the opportunity to return.

Two hours later, more news erged. A martial arts family had reportedly released a statent through the dia.

"A re cripple who was lucky enough to survive should just hide in a rat hole. If he dares to crawl out, he's only asking to die."

The statent was brazen to the extre, filled with provocative intent.

After following the trail, it beca clear that the speaker was none other than Gan Haotian of the Gan Family from the Xuanse Sect on Yuning Mountain—the one poised to beco the next Gan Family Head.

The Gan Family of the Xuanse Sect once had a formidable reputation. However, its core leadership had been almost completely wiped out, leaving only Gan Haotian.

"Weren't there rumors that the Gan Family was nearly exterminated by Chen Yang for acting as the royal family's dogs? The Gan Family never denied it back then. It's almost certainly true."

"In any case, it's an absolute fact that the Gan Family Patriarch was slain in dicine Capital."

An event that had nearly faded into the annals of ti was now being dragged back into the light.

The Gan Family of the Xuanse Sect was no ordinary power, especially with Yuning Mountain at its back. Rumor even had it that the Gan Family acted as agents for Yuning Mountain, backed by an unimaginably powerful force. However, these figures were accustod to remaining hidden in the mountains and rarely showed themselves. With the passage of ti, few people were even aware of their existence.

"I, Gan Haotian, have always been rciful. If you, Chen Yang, have truly returned, then present yourself to tomorrow and confess your cris."

"That I grant you this chance is a reflection of my compassion. A cripple should know his place. Chen Yang, you should know what to do, right?"

Just as everyone was discussing the relationship between the Gan Family and Yuning Mountain, Gan Haotian himself stepped forward to deliver these two incredibly arrogant lines. His condescending attitude was the very picture of insolence.

So sneered in disdain. When Chen Yang was at the height of his power, this Mr. Gan cowered at ho, not daring to make a peep. Now he was strutting about with extre arrogance. Perhaps this was a classic case of a tiger stranded on a plain being bullied by dogs.

But upon closer reflection, sothing seed off. A person's reputation precedes them, and Chen Yang's influence lingered. Lest we forget, during the battle at the Qingyuan River, even reclusive old masters like Murong Fei had erged from hiding. Gan Haotian's fearless and outrageous statents strongly suggested he had backing and was testing the waters. As for who this backer might be—the royal family or soone from Yuning Mountain—no one knew.

"It looks like Gan Haotian is dead set on making an example out of Chen Yang, if he even dares to show up."

"Cangyun City has been peaceful for less than a year. It seems a storm is brewing."

A tempest of heated discussion surged through the night. Gan Haotian's involvent was like pouring a bucket of oil on a raging fire.

「The next day.」

Early in the morning, the snow, which had stopped for a day, began to fall once again.

Regardless of the weather, figures from every faction and walk of life in Cangyun City hurried toward the Cangyun City Funeral Ho. The sides of the road were already covered in a thin layer of white. An endless line of mourners stood silently, holding white flowers without a word.

The air was heavy. The somber tolling of a funeral bell from the funeral ho cast a grim shadow over the world.

Yet, many eyes shone with anticipation. Were they waiting for the appearance of the Forr Chief Military Commander?

White banners.

Funeral bells.

Joss paper fluttered in the wind.

Group after group of people stepped forward to bow. Everything seed orderly.

But in the next second, a commotion erupted from the crowd.

"Quick, look! Who's that?"

"What's happening?!"

Everyone turned their heads in unison. A mixture of astonishnt and anticipation crossed their faces as they looked past the throng of people. Their gazes landed on the empty main road, where a lone figure holding an umbrella was slowly approaching.

He was young, composed, and restrained. Dressed in all black, he wore a small white flower pinned to his cuff.

Snow fluttered down. The wind was bone-chilling. A large black umbrella, its curved edge obscuring the upper half of his face, still couldn't hide his identity. Everyone who laid eyes on him knew exactly who he was.

The Forr Chief Military Commander, Chen Yang.

Nearly a year ago, he had crippled himself, shattering the Bloodline Power of the Chen Family and falling to the level of a mortal.

Ti had passed, and today, he was making a high-profile reappearance before everyone.

"My god, he's really okay! He actually dared to show up!"

"This guy... he's a real man."

A deathly silence prevailed for a mont, followed by a tsunami of shouts. Amidst their disbelief, however, there was a distinct lack of excitent or exhilaration.

He was still here.

But as their eyes fell upon his right hand, their expressions changed. They inhaled sharply, pupils contracting as a chill ran down their spines.

He was holding a broadsword.

Holding a broadsword, he walked through the snow.

Those familiar with the Martial Departnt, especially Hanyun Valley, knew this was no ordinary broadsword. It was the Scabbardless War Saber, the standard-issue weapon for the eight hundred thousand Martial Guards of Hanyun Valley!

"He ca with a saber... is he here to stand guard for the funeral procession?"

"Heh, now we've got a show to watch. I wonder if Gan Haotian, who was flapping his gums the most, has arrived yet?"

"Let's not be too optimistic. After crippling himself, does he still have his forr strength?"

"..."

A flurry of fervent discussion erupted on both sides of the road, spreading all the way to the funeral ho.

"I, Chen, have co to pay my respects to my ntor. Whoever wishes to cause trouble, step forward!"