Martial Cultivator

The young martial artist’s words left all the Windspirit Mountain cultivators, including the Chief Enforcer, reeling with dizziness. None of them had expected that the usually modest and low-key Chen Wannian had long since established a connection with the Great Liang, and not just with some minor figure.

To have this young Lord Warden Commander himself pay a personal visit, there were likely very few in the world today who could enjoy such an honor.

The Chief Enforcer looked at the young martial artist and bit the bullet, “Chen Wannian is a cultivator of our Windspirit Mountain after all. If he has committed any offense, the mountain has its own rules for punishment. Lord Warden Commander, is this not unreasonable of you?”

Chen Chao looked seriously at the Chief Enforcer before him and shook his head. “When did this official ever say I came to talk reason with you?”

That line was completely merciless and utterly disregarded Windspirit Mountain’s face. The Windspirit Mountain cultivators standing nearby felt their hearts tremble. Sure enough, this young Lord Warden Commander no longer even held Infatuation Daoist Temple in his eyes, let alone Windspirit Mountain.

“Can you make the decisions? If not, then this official will go up the mountain and find Mr Chen myself.”

Chen Chao’s hand slowly rested on the hilt of his saber, his fingers tapping on it repeatedly. It was as though he might grab the saber hilt and draw the straight saber which had taken countless lives at any moment.

The Chief Enforcer’s back was drenched in sweat. How could he have known that the young Lord Warden Commander before him was actually so unreasonable, and would be this arrogant and overbearing?

But if they simply allowed this young Lord Warden Commander to go up the mountain now, Windspirit Mountain’s reputation would be utterly trampled.

But should they really try to stop him now?

While the Chief Enforcer was still contemplating the matter, Chen Chao had already flickered out of sight and reappeared behind him, beginning his slow ascent up the mountain.

The Chief Enforcer turned around and looked at Chen Chao who was climbing up the mountain, his expression complicated. The other cultivators gathered behind him and quietly asked, probing, “Chief Enforcer... should we try to stop him?”

The Chief Enforcer looked at Chen Chao ahead and gave a bitter smile. “Which of you thinks you have the ability to stop him? And even if you really have the ability to stop him, who dares to actually hurt him?”

The cultivators fell silent. The Chief Enforcer sighed and said, “If it loses face, so be it. Let Lonely Moon Peak deal with this mess. Aren’t they the mountain lord? I’d like to see what they can do when this man tries to take someone away.”

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On the mountain path, Chen Wannian had already raised his aura to its peak. This middle-aged martial artist, who had endured in silence for so many years, now held nothing back. He did not care if the man before him was the Mountain Lord’s junior brother or his own martial uncle, if a fight was to happen, then it would be a real fight.

As for the white-haired elder watching Chen Wannian before him, he felt a bit emotional. This Chen Wannian truly could be called loyal and devoted. His cultivation was also formidable. Honestly, showing some respect to this martial artist would not have been out of the question. But the deeply entrenched mindset of the mountain over the years had long since decided Chen Wannian’s position. People like them would never make changes for the sake of just one man.

Some rules, even when clearly rotten, were left to rot further, simply because everyone was content to do nothing.

As long as those rules did not infringe on their own interests, they would stand idly by.

Now, with Chen Wannian forced into a corner, the old man was not particularly worried. He simply said coldly, “If Chen Wannian wishes to betray the mountain, then so be it. This old man will have to take action and purge the sect.” ȑа𝐍ȫΒЁŜ

As the words fell, a surge of energy erupted from the old man’s body. A fierce wind howled through the mountain path, stirring up a storm of dust. A terrifying pressure blanketed the entire trail.

This junior brother of the Mountain Lord had been diligently cultivating over the years. Though he could not be considered one of the top geniuses of the current era, with this kind of grinding effort, his cultivation had advanced steadily. Though he still had not reached the end of Nepenthe, he was no longer an ordinary Nepenthe cultivator.

Seeing Chen Wannian charging up the mountain path, he flicked his fingers unhurriedly. A black piece, which had somehow appeared in his hand at some point, shot out at this moment. It streaked through the air with a blinding white trail.

Chen Wannian frowned and threw a punch at the black piece. The solid force of his fist exploded along the mountain path, and in an instant, a terrifying aura spread out like a roaring tiger.

The black piece was instantly shattered by the punch, turning into a cloud of dust.

But Chen Wannian remained unsatisfied. Striding forward in large steps, he continued rushing ahead. He wanted to close in on that old man, to let him taste what it was like to be approached by a martial artist.

Yet just as he advanced, countless terrifying auras fell from above. Countless black and white pieces shot out, interweaving instantly to form a vast net.

Chen Wannian’s path forward was completely blocked by this net. He threw out several punches in a row, each punch overwhelming, but none managed to break free from the large net’s coverage.

The terrifying aura continued to spread, completely enveloping Chen Wannian.

Who on the mountain did not know that once a Nepenthe martial artist like Chen Wannian got close, whoever it was would be forced into a passive beating?

So even a cultivator who had been renowned for many years like the old man would not want to let Chen Wannian get close.

The net formed from countless chess pieces looked more like a chessboard. The old man slowly stepped into the air and then hovered in midair, his fingers poised as if to place a piece.

Then, with a single tap from midair, a brilliant beam of light flashed from the chessboard blocking Chen Wannian’s path. It condensed into a radiant white glow that fell onto the black-and-white woven board.

The radiance followed the crisscrossed lines of the chessboard and suddenly pressed down, its might terrifying.

Chen Wannian’s clothes were instantly torn apart. The oppressive force was so intense that even this martial artist, whose body had been tempered to the point of becoming as tough as a durable magic artifact, was nearly pushed to collapse.

The old man smiled indifferently and continued placing pieces. After just a few more, the aura in this area grew increasingly terrifying. Chen Wannian could barely even stay standing.

He was about to fall to his knees.

But as a martial artist, how could he be willing to kneel just like that?

But the old man had no intention of showing mercy. Seeing that Chen Wannian was unwilling to kneel, he dropped several more Go pieces and coldly shouted, “Still not kneeling?!”

Chen Wannian gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood. In the end, he forced himself to stand up. Both hands pressed down on the chessboard before him, veins bulging, and with a sudden burst of strength, he tore open a gap in the board.

Then, this martial artist charged forward and threw a punch at the old man.

This punch carried immense force. If it hit the old man, even he would likely suffer heavy injuries.

But just as the punch was thrown, the old man’s figure vanished on the spot. Then, countless Go pieces shot out, slamming into Chen Wannian’s body.

With a series of crackling sounds, several key acupoints around Chen Wannian’s body were struck by the pieces, causing his flow of qi to instantly stop.

The old man’s figure reformed in front of him, grabbing Chen Wannian by the throat, his face expressionless.

As for Chen Wannian, the old man had long made preparations. He understood clearly how Chen Wannian’s cultivation and qi circulation worked. So even though Chen Wannian’s realm was high, everything still fell within his calculations.

Since I understand you so well, how could you possibly defeat me?

“Chen Wannian, if you want to blame something, blame the fact that you’re a martial artist. Of all things you could be, you just had to be a martial artist!”

The old man narrowed his eyes, looked at the middle-aged martial artist before him, and said no more. He was about to exert force to crush his throat.

But just at that moment, a voice suddenly sounded out.

“What’s wrong with being a martial artist?”

A figure had appeared at some point on the mountain path. Looking at the old man who was gripping Chen Wannian’s throat, he said calmly, ”You want to kill Mr Chen? You can try. But I’ll tell you this beforehand: if Mr Chen dies today, the entire Windspirit Mountain will be buried with him.”

The young man’s tone was casual, but his words were utterly terrifying.

The old man looked over and narrowed his eyes. “Fellow Daoist, who are you?”

The young man shook his head and merely smiled. “Doesn’t matter who this official is. If you want to kill someone, go ahead and do it now. But this official won’t repeat myself.”

“The entire Windspirit Mountain, the lives of countless cultivators, are now in your hands. This official would like to see what you choose.”

Chen Chao stood with his hands behind his back, completely composed.