After dinner, Chen Changsheng arranged for Chen Yang and his party to stay in a courtyard.
Since entering the Changsheng Sect, everything Chen Changsheng did was personal and thorough, not avoiding his identity at all.
As a result, wherever he went, Chen Yang was scrutinized by countless disciples of the Changsheng Sect.
Chen Yang repeatedly said that there was no need to trouble him, but Chen Changsheng completely ignored it, his passion making it hard for others to adapt.
"Is that old man doing this on purpose?"
In the courtyard, Chen Yang sat at a stone table, furrowed brows, and had a vague feeling of being deceived.
"Boss, this Changsheng Sect is really interesting, I noticed the disciples here are all martial arts enthusiasts, and there's an arena where it's said all disputes can be settled."
After wandering outside, Yang Hu ca in smiling and said, "The atmosphere here is rather pleasant."
"Arena?" Chen Yang asked.
"It's essentially a martial arts competition platform," Yang Hu explained. "If a disciple disagrees with soone, they can challenge them on the arena."
"Once challenged, the opponent must accept, or they will be ridiculed by the entire sect."
"In short, here, everything is decided by strength."
Chen Yang nodded, imagining that a sect with such a culture would be hard not to thrive.
No wonder the forr Changsheng Sect could hold the top rank of Yuning Mountain.
And with everyone pursuing their own strength, there naturally wouldn't be much energy spent on power struggles and other aspects.
Not long later.
An order personally signed by Chen Changsheng was issued, stating that from today, Chen Yang would beco a formal disciple of the Changsheng Sect.
This did not cause much of a stir.
For Chen Yang, it was not unexpected, since he was originally from the Changsheng Sect.
An identity isn't of much importance.
But...
Soon after, nurous rumors about Chen Yang began to explode within the valley.
"Have you heard? This guy called Chen Yang is greatly favored by the ancestor, saying he has unparalleled talent, has the deanor of an emperor, and is destined to achieve unmatchable accomplishnts."
"More than that, I heard privately the ancestor communicated with several elders, that the upcoming chief disciple competition is a done deal for Chen Yang."
"Latest news, Chen Yang openly declared that there's no one capable in our Changsheng Sect, that the so-called core disciples are all worthless before him."
"Really so arrogant? Since when did our Changsheng Sect fall to the point where soone from the secular world could lord over us?"
"Damn! Tomorrow I'll challenge him on the arena, hope he doesn't chicken out!"
"Right, damn it! He really thinks we're pushovers? We must teach him a lesson and show him the reason behind a flower's bloom."
A fierce debate sweeps through like a raging storm.
Soon, everyone in the Changsheng Sect united in action, and soone began drafting a manifesto.
anwhile.
Just lifting a cup of tea for a leisurely sip, Chen Yang's face twitched involuntarily upon receiving this news, his complexion instantly dark as ink, and the hand holding the teacup shook uncontrollably.
What did I say?!
Even Yang Hu and Gu Zhiqing were equally stunned.
What's going on here??
The claim that there's no one capable, which bastard fabricated such a lie, wasn't this pushing Chen Yang to the forefront to beco the public enemy of the entire Changsheng Sect?
No matter who it is, it's too wicked.
Their hearts deserve to be punished.
Gulp.
Yang Hu instinctively swallowed his saliva, full of indignation and helplessness, "Boss, this might be Chen Changsheng's doing again."
"Still a possibility, who else could it be?"
Gu Zhiqing pouted, seemingly also enraged.
"This old man might be bad, but undeniably, he's using boss you as a weapon to sharpen his edge! It's just that his thods are extrely crude, directly pushing people into the firepit." Yang Hu speculated.
In fact, after the Northern Mountain incident, it was already proven that Chen Changsheng ant no harm; everything was already on the surface.
Would Chen Yang not know?
It's just that, he was very dissatisfied with Chen Changsheng's approach.
The starting point might be good, but frankly, it was completely using him as a tool.
"If you ask , this old man might be intending to train boss you as the successor." Yang Hu continued, "After all, as excellent as you are, he's definitely noticed."
Chen Yang pressed his forehead, choosing not to dwell on it, and got up to walk out of the courtyard.
"Stroll a bit."
Evening breeze blew, moon like a hook.
Chen Yang, hands behind his back, relaxed his mind, strolling leisurely.
"Look, that's Chen Yang! Pretty ordinary, doesn't have three heads or six arms, and dares to provoke our Changsheng Sect?"
"No idea how the ancestor values him so much?"
"It's late, isn't this guy planning to sneak away?"
Actually, stepping out of the courtyard, Chen Yang noticed many silhouettes wandering outside, apart from the curious ones coming to inspect, probably others were preventing him from escaping under the cover of darkness.
Chen Yang felt helpless, smiling without speaking.
"Hey, let advise you, spoken words are like water poured out, you can't escape, sit tight for the arena tomorrow."
"Though you are from the secular branch, ultimately you are from the Changsheng Sect, don't let us look down on you."
Afterward, soone began issuing stern warnings.
Chen Yang turned slightly, swept them with a calm gaze, and said faintly, "Relax, I'm just taking a walk, I won't escape."
"The arena you ntioned, I'm very interested."
"See you tomorrow?" he concluded, with a smile tugging at his lips, walking farther into the distance.
The crowd: "..."
"This guy is really arrogant! Instead of feeling afraid, he dares to provoke us?"
"I think he's just bluffing."
Chen Yang's words, without a doubt, completely angered them, directly labeling him as arrogant and unaware of heaven and earth.
Additionally, once hyped and exaggerated, Chen Yang's provocation of various disciples quickly swept through the entire Changsheng Sect, causing a huge uproar.
Nurous people were ready to challenge him on the arena at dawn, determined to crush this unworthy chap underfoot.
Nesting on the eastern mountainside is an overhanging platform.
Called the Point Commanding Platform.
With the mountain wind swirling, moonlight like frost.
Chen Changsheng stood by the edge of the Point Commanding Platform, with narrowed eyes, gazing at Chen Yang down the path below: "From now on, whether you're willing or not to shoulder the revival of the Changsheng Sect, I hope you beco stronger."
"..."
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