Swift as the wind, indescribably carefree.
"Damn!"
Yang Hu cursed outright, staring at Chen Shuyuan's departing silhouette, "Is he really that arrogant? Do you believe I'll beat you so bad tomorrow you'll be searching for your teeth?"
"Indeed, he's really strong."
Chen Yang chuckled and said, "At the very least, he's even stronger than Mu Feng."
Between strong individuals, their aura cannot be concealed; it often pierces through with a glance.
"No wonder." Yang Hu pursed his lips, "This Chen Shu, is he the one those people ntioned as the strong contender for Chief Disciple this ti?"
Chen Yang nodded, his eyes slightly narrowed. He certainly wished for a satisfying battle with strong peers as well.
After lunch.
Chen Yang was ready to find Chen Changsheng for a chat. On the way, the disciples he encountered all cast malicious glances, even provoking him.
"What, still can't accept it?" Yang Hu retorted arrogantly, "Do you want to fight one more round?"
These words undoubtedly ignited the fury in their hearts, each of them was furious, their nacing expressions seed ready to eat soone.
"Don't be too cocky, we'll see what you've got tomorrow."
"Today, Brother Chen Shu has no ti to bother with you; otherwise, you'd know why the flowers are so red!"
"..."
Being unable to act is one thing, but their tongue was relentless and each was harsher than the last.
"I'm too lazy to deal with you; we'll see tomorrow." Yang Hu sneered.
After a round, they didn't find Chen Changsheng.
Yang Hu complained angrily, "That old guy wouldn't be ashad and deliberately hiding from us, right?"
"That old guy, he's quite cunning!"
Chen Yang smiled without speaking, considering it a stroll, which was not bad either.
Soon, they reached a secluded backyard.
At the center of the backyard was a giant camphor tree, stretching its strong limbs, overshadowing most of the sky above, covered entirely in moss.
On the ground, the massive roots were exposed, interwoven complexly.
Swish swish.
An old man in a green robe, holding a broom made of bamboo sticks, was slowly sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.
Birds on the camphor tree hopped to and fro, chirping lively.
This scene had a certain artistic charm.
"Old man, do you know where Chen Changsheng is?" Yang Hu asked.
Chen Yang gestured to Yang Hu, reminding him not to be so disrespectful as they were in the Changsheng Sect, and calling soone an old guy was naturally inappropriate.
Sure enough.
"Calling the Sect Master an old guy here, that's sothing I haven't seen before."
The old man sweeping the floor spoke calmly, not looking up, "If I'm not mistaken, you must be the Chen Yang group who just arrived yesterday, causing an uproar in the entire Changsheng Sect?"
"Old man, you're mistaken there. We haven't intended to cause trouble at all; to be honest, we are the victims." Yang Hu replied.
"You have quite the sharp tongue."
The old man turned around, hands leaning on the broom, his seemingly ordinary eyes first swept over Yang Hu, and then scrutinized Chen Yang, "To receive such high praise from the Sect Master, you are the first."
"He's joking, deliberately teasing the juniors." Chen Yang shrugged.
The old man shook his head, "Not necessarily. I know the Sect Master's character; although he's often unruly, he's very sparing with his words of praise."
"Even my disciple Chen Shuai only ever received a comnt that his talent is decent, a promising seed, while you..."
Implied, the words of praise from Chen Changsheng for you can fill a cart.
Chen Shuai?
Chen Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, realizing that his disciple seed stronger than Chen Yuan?
"My disciple was the previous Chief Disciple."
The old man seed to read Chen Yang's thoughts, saying calmly, "If he hadn't beco imrsed in cultivation and voluntarily stepped down, no one else would be able to vie for Chief Disciple."
Chen Yang nodded, but before he could say farewell, the old man continued, "I'm rather curious, why not take a move from ?"
Though phrased as a question, he didn't wait for Chen Yang's response, striding forward and delivering a palm strike directly.
Heaven and earth vast, the wind like drums.
The sweeping old man in a green robe at this mont suddenly exuded an unmatched aura, with eyes blazing, looking down upon the world, even the scorching sun couldn't rival him.
Too awe-inspiring.
Leaving one speechless.
"This, what kind of person?"
Even a distance away, Yang Hu felt chilled to the bone when the palm imprint appeared, his expression tense, his eyes wide open.
Wasn't he just a sweeper, how could he be this strong?
Crack.
Within the whole backyard, a gale roared, sweeping up fallen leaves like an impending storm, the entire sky seed to darken.
Without ti to react, the space above Chen Yang's head and the ground beneath his feet cracked completely.
One hand overshadowing mountains and rivers.
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched, unable to retreat, he had no choice but to raise his hand to resist.
Boom!
An explosive sound, like sudden thunder, rcilessly detonated.
In that mont.
All the fallen leaves were jolted into the air, then torn to shreds.
Under this palm strike, Chen Yang's legs were driven into the ground, though his hands tried hard to hold up, violent trembling couldn't be suppressed, as if crushed by a mountain.
"Rise!"
Chen Yang's face turned scarlet, veins bulged on his forehead, eyes wide open with rage, accompanied by a shout, his back straightened inch by inch, while cracks spread underfoot.
"Oh?"
The old man looked slightly surprised, "Interesting."
Yet, instead of stopping, he extended the other hand, pointing a finger at the palm imprint.
Buzz!
Visible to the naked eye, the palm imprint suddenly brightened and beca increasingly solid.
Crack.
Chen Yang dropped to one knee, the bluestone pavent exploded instantly, kicking up dust.
"Damn you!!" Chen Yang cursed.
Who did he provoke, to suddenly get ambushed like this, and with deadly force?
"Rise!"
Utterly furious, Chen Yang roared like a wild beast, muscles trembling violently all over, teeth about to grind to pieces.
However, he did rise, despite appearing extrely difficult, he gradually stood up.
"Not bad."
The old man nodded approvingly and finally retrieved his hand.
Huff huff.
Chen Yang took deep breaths, just now he really wanted to draw his sword and slash this old man to the ground.
It's bullying.
"Not bad indeed, but unfortunately, you're still short of defeating my disciple Chen Shuai."
The old man picked up the broom again, no longer glancing at Chen Yang, calmly sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, "However, you need not despair, you still have a chance in the future."
Chen Yang: "..."
"..."
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