I, Chen Zhixing, Keep My Word

I, Chen Zhixing, Keep My Word

"What do I do? What do I do?"

Ye Chen's heart burned with panic; he had utterly lost his bearings.

The moment he thought of what Chen Zhixing had just said, a fear that sank deep into his soul swept over him, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"There isn't much time left."

"Let me give you two friendly reminders. In truth, whether you hand over this sword or not, it will belong to me."

"All you need to consider is whether you want to cling to that so-called secret of yours and die together with it."

With a swish, Chen Zhixing opened the folding fan in his hand and looked at him calmly, no great urgency showing on his face.

"Six."

"Five."

He spat out two more numbers in succession.

Ye Chen, whose face had still been twisting in struggle, instantly gritted his teeth, as if about to make his decision.

"Ye Chen! He's lying to you!!!"

The ancient sword trembled nonstop, and that exhausted female voice took on a note of anxiety.

Clang!!

The next instant, the ancient sword flew up on its own and slashed furiously at Chen Zhixing.

"You dare act fierce with the mere strength of the Profound Clarity Realm?"

Chen Zhixing's expression turned cold. The folding fan in his hand spun once, and its black ribs instantly caught the incoming blade.

Clang, clang, clang! Chen Zhixing extended a finger and flicked the sword three times in a row.

In an instant, the ancient sword shuddered continuously and let out a mournful cry.

When Chen Zhixing's final flick landed, the ancient sword was sent flying away once more and fell beside Ye Chen.

Seeing that the ancient sword was about to rush up again, Chen Zhixing narrowed his eyes.

Boom—!!! Terrifying Mental Power was released in an instant, transforming into a small golden hammer that smashed viciously onto the sword's body.

In an instant, the ancient sword cried out in grief and could no longer move in the slightest.

"Three."

Chen Zhixing lowered his head to look at Ye Chen and coldly spat out a single word.

In an instant, Ye Chen, who was sprawled on the ground, shuddered, no longer daring to hesitate in his heart.

"Qing'er, I'm sorry. I know you've done a lot for me, but—but I want to live!"

"D-don't blame me."

Ye Chen quickly said this to the ancient sword, then lifted his head to look at Chen Zhixing, hastily piling a smile onto his face as he said:

"Third Young Master, I'll talk! I'll talk right now!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Chen Zhixing raised a brow, and on that handsome, refined face of his, a smile that was not quite a smile slowly appeared.

This Ye Chen had caved even faster than he had expected.

"A real man knows when to bend and when to stand tall. You've done well," Chen Zhixing said with a smile, making it impossible to tell whether it was praise or mockery.

"Third Young Master is right. It's just a tool—how could it possibly be worth me paying with my life?"

Ye Chen hurriedly flattered him. For some reason, after making his decision, he instead became more relaxed.

That was right.

He was still so young, and he had even obtained the Ancient Sword God Inheritance inside that Ruins. His future was destined to be boundless, soaring straight up into the blue clouds! Why should he throw his life away here for a mere sword?

"Ye Chen."

The ancient sword looked at Ye Chen, whose face was full of smiles and who no longer even glanced at her, and a jumble of emotions filled her heart. An inexplicable ache rose within her.

So the person she had protected with her life had only ever regarded her as a tool?

The next moment.

Ye Chen grabbed the Divine Sword Qingzhi and dragged his limp body all the way over to Chen Zhixing's feet. Raising both hands, he presented the Divine Sword Qingzhi to him and said with a fawning smile:

"Third Young Master, you only need to go to that Ruins and obtain the Ancient Sword God Inheritance there, and you'll be able to firmly Control this sword and make it serve you completely!"

"Third Young Master, what you promised me earlier still counts, right?"

Chen Zhixing reached out and grabbed the Divine Sword Qingzhi. A surge of Mental Power was instantly released, viciously suppressing the Qingzhi Divine Sword that still wanted to struggle.

Immediately after, Chen Zhixing looked at Ye Chen and said with a beaming smile, "It counts, of course it counts. I admire talented men like you who understand the times. In the future, you'll surely achieve great things in some corner of the world."

"Speak. Where is that Ruins?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll tell you right now."

Ye Chen quickly said, "Eastern Xuan Region, You Province, Tianchuan Mountain, beneath the cliff!"

Hearing this, Chen Zhixing reached out with a large hand and abruptly grabbed Ye Chen's head, his expression dark as he said, "Trying to fool me? You think if you give me a fake address, I won't know?"

"Forget it. I gave you a chance, and you were useless. You should just die!"

A bone-chilling killing intent boiled in Chen Zhixing's eyes.

Ye Chen froze at the sight, then instantly panicked. "Third Young Master, I'm telling the truth! I really didn't lie to you!"

There was even a hint of sobbing in his voice.

"I know. I was just playing a tiny little joke on you."

Chen Zhixing, whose face had been dark a moment ago, almost instantly wore an easygoing smile again.

"I'm sure you don't mind this joke, right?"

Ye Chen's face was deathly pale, bean-sized beads of sweat constantly welling on his forehead. Already on the verge of collapse, he still forced out a strained smile and said, "I don't mind. Third Young Master is truly humorous."

"Heh, I think I'm quite humorous too."

Chen Zhixing reached out and rubbed Ye Chen's hair, smiling. "Wait here. I'll have someone heal your injuries right away and let you out."

"Thank you, Third Young Master! Thank you, Third Young Master!!"

Ye Chen was instantly overjoyed beyond belief.

Chen Zhixing gave him one last smile, then walked out of the Rock Prison with the Qingzhi Divine Sword in hand.

After Chen Zhixing left.

Ye Chen, whose face had been piled with smiles a moment ago, instantly turned venomous.

He looked at his own limp body, then at Chen Zhixing's retreating back as he carried the sword away, and monstrous hatred surged in his eyes.

"Ziwei's Chen Clan!!!"

He practically forced those four words out from his throat.

He, Ye Chen, would remember today's extraordinary humiliation!

Once he escaped with his life today, sooner or later, he would repay it a hundredfold! "You like playing games, right? Very well. When the time comes, I'll take the lives of the entire Chen Clan and play a game with you too!" Ye Chen clenched his fists, his eyes dark and uncertain.

He was confident that with the Sword God Inheritance he had obtained, as well as his extremely strong Sword Dao Talent, sooner or later, he would avenge today's grudge!

When that time came, this Third Young Master would definitely regret his decision to let him go!

Outside the rockery.

The midday sun was especially dazzling.

Xu Dalong had long since been waiting there respectfully.

He kept his eyes straight ahead, not daring to even glance at the Rock Prison.

"Third Young Master, how should this lowly one handle that man?" he asked with his head lowered and his voice respectful.

Chen Zhixing stretched his waist slightly and said as lightly as clouds and wind, "Chop off that Ye Chen's head and send it to the Dog Market to feed the dogs."

"Yes!"

Xu Dalong's heart chilled, and he hurriedly carried his blade into the Rock Prison.

Inside the prison, all sorts of screams and curses immediately rang out.

A moment later, the screams and curses came to an abrupt stop.

Xu Dalong walked out of the prison covered in blood, still holding something wrapped in sackcloth.

"Third Young Master, it's done."

Xu Dalong walked to Chen Zhixing's side and spread open the sackcloth to let Chen Zhixing take a look.

Chen Zhixing nodded slightly. His vast Mental Power swept out, confirming there were no accidents.

"Right, later, go to the Paper Shop and have them make ten paper beauties. Then take any random sheet of paper and a ruined knife no one wants, write the two words 'Spirit Travel' on it, and burn them together for him."

"I, as a person, have always kept my word."

After saying that, Chen Zhixing left with the sword in hand.

After leaving the Black Dragon Gang courtyard, Chen Zhixing had just turned into an empty alley.

At the same time, a long-lost cold notification suddenly rang out in Chen Zhixing's mind.

You have killed one of the Destined Protagonists and will strip away a portion of the other party's Fortune and talent!

Ding! Your Fortune value's initial value was 7%, increased by 30%! Total Fortune value: 37%!

You have obtained the title: Heavenly Official's Blessing

Ding! You have obtained Advanced Sword Dao Talent!

I have something to do tonight, so the second update is going up earlier! Please give data and support! O(∩_∩)O