Chapter 587: Beheading Three Generals, Dark Horse “Zhen San Dao”
At this point, Chen Changsheng paused for a moment and laughed self-deprecatingly.
“The ridiculousness of life is always so amusing. Just now, I was considering assassinating a prodigy born in response to destiny.”
“Do you think those who sought to stop Wu Li from bearing the Heavenly Mandate might have had the same thoughts as I do now?”
“After all, at that time, the Upper Realm and Lower Realm were separate, and from a certain perspective, the division of the two worlds wasn’t entirely a bad thing.”
In response to Chen Changsheng’s words, the System continued to reply in its electronic voice.
“Whether it’s the host’s current thoughts or those of those who sought to stop Wu Li, neither is wrong.”
“In terms of living beings, it’s simply the victor is king, and the loser is a bandit.”
“Based on the current data, if the host continues to hold the reins, it will be greatly beneficial for the stability of the Eight Desolates and Nine Domains.”
“Therefore, killing the prodigy of this era is advantageous for this time.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng smiled and said, “System, you know my personality; I’ve always liked to go against the grain.”
“You suggest that I assassinate the prodigy of this time? I’d rather not do that.”
“I just want to let everything go and let them figure things out themselves.”
Listening to Chen Changsheng’s proud tone, the System calmly stated, “What the host decides to do is irrelevant to the System; these matters also do not fall within its purview.”
“Thus, the suggestions are merely to answer the host’s questions.”
Just then, with a dejected expression, Jian Fei walked in from outside.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng smiled and said, “You lost, so why look so down?”
“Sir, how did you know I lost?”
“What a fresh question! The Sword Cultivator Conference has gathered over eighty percent of the prodigies from the Eight Desolates and Nine Domains. If your strength could last until the end, that would be the problem.”
Faced with Chen Changsheng’s direct words, Jian Fei’s mouth twitched, then he sat down.
Half an hour later, Gui Qianjie entered with her head hanging low.
“I’m sorry, I lost.”
“With your level, you are still among the top ranks of prodigies in the Eight Desolates and Nine Domains.”
“To defeat you, one must at least be at the top prodigy level.”
“I’ve already helped you avoid most opponents, yet you ended up so unlucky.”
“Forget it, wait for the resurrection match.”
After saying that, Chen Changsheng signaled Gui Qianjie to sit down.
But before long, Gui Daoran returned as well.
“Sorry, I lost too.”
“Hmm?”
Gui Daoran’s words made Chen Changsheng raise his head in surprise.
“If I remember correctly, the method you practiced should be the ‘Five Qi Returning to One’ from Jin Chan Academy.”
“This method stands at the top level among the Eight Desolates and Nine Domains, and with your talent, there aren’t many who could defeat you at the Sword Cultivator Conference.”
“Moreover, you weren’t in the exclusive venue for Sword Cultivators; you shouldn’t have encountered those particularly fierce fighters.”
“Excluding Sword Cultivators, there aren’t many who could measure up to you.”
“In addition, during the drawing of lots, every major force very tacitly avoided each other’s disciples.”
“The purpose was to prevent everyone from exhausting each other in the preliminary rounds, so who did you lose to?”
Faced with Chen Changsheng’s question, Gui Daoran bitterly smiled, “I don’t even know who I lost to.”
“To be precise, I’ve only heard of this individual.”
“Interesting, what’s this person’s name?”
“Zhang Zhen!”
Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng waved his right hand, and countless golden characters instantly appeared in the air.
It recorded the names of past participants; behind each name was detailed sect backgrounds and strength evaluations.
After quickly browsing through it, the golden characters in the air vanished.
“Even more interesting, Mo Wen’s list actually doesn’t have this Zhang Zhen.”
“It seems I really have to pay a visit to this Sword Cultivator Conference.”
After saying that, Chen Changsheng stood up and headed outside.
Halfway through, he stopped and turned his head to say, “By the way, you two didn’t lose to Zhang Zhen, did you?”
Seeing this, Jian Fei and Gui Qianjie nodded.
“Ha!”
“As it seems, Zhang Zhen is quite the bane for me, having taken down my three generals.”
As the words fell, Chen Changsheng disappeared from the spot.
……
North Venue.
Numerous arenas were set up in the open space, with two people fighting on each stage.
However, everyone’s attention was drawn to one specific arena.
On that stage stood two men.
One was dressed in a daoist robe with extraordinary demeanor, while the other wore coarse linen clothes and had a burly figure.
Behind the daoist-robed man formed countless virtual images, while silver lightning flickered faintly in his palm.
In contrast, the burly man seemed to exude somewhat weaker momentum.
The only thing he could rely on was the simple blade in his hand.
“Fellow cultivator, what are you watching?”
“Watching the competition, what else could it be?”
“I know you’re watching a competition, but who’s that person below, that everyone is paying such attention to?”
“Didn’t you see the previous match?”
“I arrived late and didn’t see it.”
Hearing this, a loose cultivator who was watching immediately perked up.
“Then I must tell you about it! The one in the daoist robe, I’m sure you recognize him; he’s the direct disciple of the Old Celestial Master from Dragon Tiger Mountain.”
“As for his opponent, he is ‘Zhen San Dao.'”
“I haven’t heard of this figure; where did he spring from?”
“I don’t know either, but this kid might very well be the biggest dark horse in the North Venue.”
“You wouldn’t believe it; he actually defeated the two top prodigies from Jin Chan Academy, and he only used three strokes.”
“The name ‘Zhen San Dao’ was given to him by us.”
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng’s mouth lifted slightly.
“Three strokes to defeat an opponent? That’s quite the skill!”
……
On the Arena.
“Boom!”
Zhang Zhen struck first, his simple blade slicing towards the face of Su You from Dragon Tiger Mountain.
“Clang!”
This peculiar strike was blocked by Su You, but he was also forced back fifteen steps.
Immediately after, a second strike came again, and this time, Su You was pushed back twenty steps.
The third strike, the most ferocious one, forced Su You to the edge of the arena.
Looking at himself being pushed out of the arena, unharmed, Su You smiled slightly and said, “What an exquisite blade technique; no wonder you could defeat Gui Qianjie and Gui Daoran.”
“You overpraise me, if it weren’t for the rules restricting me, the one losing would definitely be me.”
As the match concluded, the referee immediately announced the next round.
“The next match is Zhang Zhen versus Chen Changsheng.”
Hearing this name, the smiling Su You’s eyes narrowed as he said, “Fellow cultivator, you should prepare well for your next opponent.”
“Of course, my goal this time is to secure first place.”
Upon hearing this, Su You turned and walked towards the edge of the arena.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng, who was participating in the competition, also approached.
“Sorry, fellow cultivator, I lost.”
“I understand, prepare well for the resurrection match.”
“Don’t forget the matters I advised you.”
“Su You understands!”
After a brief conversation, Chen Changsheng stepped onto the arena.
“Swish!”
A similar simple blade appeared in Chen Changsheng’s hand.
“Kid, I’ve heard you’re skilled in the blade; do you dare to compete with me?”
