It wasn't just Liu Qingi. Everyone from Red Lotus Valley stared at Chen Yang, not daring to blink. The young man was terrifyingly fierce.
"Cousin."
Chen Yang sheathed his sword and walked over to Liu Qingi. "Are you alright?"
"Ah..." Only then did Liu Qingi snap back to reality. She shook her head back and forth, a smile blooming on her exquisite face. "I'm fine!"
"Thank you, Chen Yang."
Chen Yang waved his hand. "Don't ntion it. We're family."
In Chen Yang's eyes, besides Chen Shangwu and his family, Liu Qingi was the only person who had been willing to risk everything to help him. He would never forget this kindness.
Nearby, Shen Shaotian hesitated for a long ti, too embarrassed to greet Liu Qingi. Chen Yang just smiled without saying a word. The Shen Shaotian of this mont was a completely different person from the one who had been calling him "brother-in-law" earlier. The conflicted, hesitant look on his face was incredibly amusing.
In the end, it was Liu Qingi who spoke to him first. "Thank you for your help this ti. I owe you a favor."
"No, no, not at all," Shen Shaotian waved his hands frantically, completely flustered. "It was my honor, really. Besides, I didn't help much at all."
Liu Qingi smiled, then pulled Chen Yang toward Liu Changzheng. "Grandfather, this is Chen Yang! Chen Yang, this is your maternal grandfather."
"Grandfather," Chen Yang greeted him.
"Haha!" Liu Changzheng laughed heartily. His profound eyes swept over Chen Yang again and again, and he nodded continuously as his smile grew wider. "Excellent, excellent! Haha!"
Liu Xuejun and the others from Red Lotus Valley exchanged glances, a storm of complicated emotions swirling within them. This extraordinarily talented individual, the Supre Martial Commander who held sway over millions of troops in the secular world, was actually Liu Xu's son—their valley's own nephew.
This… felt like a dream.
So of the younger generation quietly asked who Chen Yang was. Soon, hushed whispers spread, telling the story of a woman nad Liu Xu, who for the sake of love, had bravely thrown herself into the secular world.
"A true son of my Red Lotus Valley." Liu Changzheng patted Chen Yang's shoulder and sighed. "I'd like to see who dares say my Red Lotus Valley has no successors and that our sun is setting!"
Over the years, apart from Liu Qingi, the valley hadn't produced a second noteworthy young talent. The young n, in particular, were all diocre. Otherwise, how could Red Lotus Valley, one of the three great valleys of Yuning Mountain, have fallen into such a desperate siege?
Chen Yang scratched his head. The old man had no airs and was quite approachable, but he knew if Chen Shangwu heard those words, an argunt between the two old n would be inevitable. For an old man, it isn't the fear of being called old and useless. The greatest fear is hearing that his descendants are diocre, with no one of worth among them.
For years, Liu Changzheng had been suffocating with frustration. Now that such an outstanding young man—his own grandson—stood before him, how could he not be thrilled? In truth, the excitent in his heart was far more intense than what he showed on the surface. From now on, he could finally hold his head high.
Of course, that was all predicated on surviving the current crisis.
"Go! Finish them all!"
A fierce, murderous intent flashed in Liu Changzheng's eyes as he waved a hand at the people behind him.
"Yes!"
Everyone responded in unison. Brandishing their blades, they advanced on the mbers of Biluo Sword Valley who lay in pools of blood, wounded but still wailing in agony. Since they were now mortal enemies locked in a life-or-death struggle, there was no need for rcy. rcy to an enemy was cruelty to oneself.
However, a slender figure who had just reached the summit paused for a mont. Then, with a flicker, she left a trail of afterimages, appearing before Gu Tianxing in an instant.
With just one glance, her already ice-cold face beca coated with a thick layer of frost, so cold it seed you could scrape off ice shavings. She didn't spare a single look for the other mbers of Biluo Sword Valley.
"Tian... Tianxing!"
The woman was none other than Gu Zhiqing. She squeezed the na through clenched teeth and whipped her head around to stare at Chen Yang. The words she spat seed to freeze in the air. Though she said no more, her glacial gaze made it clear she had already identified Chen Yang as the killer.
Instantly, the atmosphere on the mountain peak grew tense once more. The people from Red Lotus Valley who had been moving forward froze in their tracks, not daring to take another step.
"Miss Zhiqing, I can explain," Shen Shaotian said, taking two steps forward.
CLANG!
Gu Zhiqing drew her sword, its brilliant light illuminating half the sky.
BOOM!
Shen Shaotian hastily blocked the attack. With a thunderous roar, the Young Master of the Southern Dipper Academy was forced back several steps, blood dripping from the web of his hand. Each step he took shattered the ground, sending cracks spreading in every direction. Chen Yang reached out and placed a hand on Shen Shaotian's back, bringing his retreat to a halt.
"Damn it!" Shen Shaotian couldn't help but curse, grimacing from the searing pain in his hand. "I'm telling you, Gu Zhiqing, at least try to be reasonable! It was your Biluo Sword Valley that attacked us first, and you even tried to force Liu Qingi to marry Gu Tianxing. Let ask you, if the roles were reversed, what would you do?"
Shen Shaotian tried to reason with her, but all he got in return were a few icy words. "He is my cousin."
"Do you even have a clue what kind of person your cousin was, Gu Zhiqing?" Shen Shaotian retorted. "He was the one bullying people! Now he's been killed for it. He was outmatched. Serves him right!"
"He is my cousin."
Shen Shaotian was speechless. So this is what a woman is like when she stops being reasonable? His face turned beet red; he had a thousand things to say but couldn't get a single word out.
"I killed him," Chen Yang said calmly, taking a step forward. "And I, Chen Yang, only ever kill those who deserve to die."
His implication was clear: he had killed the man, and if she wanted revenge, she was welco to try. He, Chen Yang, would be ready.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind swept across the peak. Chen Yang took a step forward, swinging the Ancestral Sword in his hand. A trendous roar erupted, exploding in the very center of the clearing. The shockwave ripped outward, snapping the surrounding trees in half and sending them crashing to the ground.
When the dust settled, both Chen Yang and Gu Zhiqing stood silently in place, as if neither had moved at all.
The crowd stared, dumbfounded. Are they evenly matched?
Gu Zhiqing simply stared at Chen Yang, her face an emotionless, frozen mask.
The next second, just as everyone braced for the ice maiden to attack again, she turned and walked away. Her movents were as fluid as flowing water, without a hint of hesitation.
The crowd was left utterly speechless.
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