Ever Since I Met You, I've Been Sick

Chen Zhaosheng walked across the water, leaving the lake surface step by step.

Just as one foot landed on the lakeshore.

From a lush thicket of forest to his left came a rustling sound.

"As expected of the Chen Family Hidden Dragon. Your strength is indeed great."

A low voice rang out.

Chen Zhaosheng frowned and looked sideways.

He saw a thin, pale figure with a bare upper body, black hair hanging loose behind his head, a red refined-iron half-mask covering his face, and two cold long blades gripped in both hands, walking step by step out from the depths of the forest.

"I was wondering who was playing the ghost."

Chen Zhaosheng's eyes were indifferent as water as he said lightly, "You should not have come to this trial."

"You know me?"

Chen Chou'er raised his brows.

Chen Zhaosheng said lightly, "A lowborn bastard birthed by a servant who tried to climb up onto the Chen family's high branch by having a child and change her fate that way—how could I not know?"

Hearing this, Chen Chou'er's eyes narrowed, and his entire body began to radiate a dangerous aura.

"Chen Zhaosheng, do you really think you're a cut above everyone else?" Chen Chou'er said coldly.

Chen Zhaosheng did not answer. Instead, he looked into the distance and said calmly:

"I know there is much unfairness in your heart, but let me tell you, this world is just that realistic. I am someone who stood on the mountaintop the moment I was born. Having everything go my way is my privilege. Everything in this world, so long as I want it, I can obtain it.

From the moment I was born, I was destined to stand above ten thousand people, destined to be noble for my entire life."

His words paused.

Chen Zhaosheng withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Chen Chou'er, as if looking at some pitiful worm. The corners of his mouth curved faintly in contempt.

"And you are a rat rotting in a mud pit and gutter. No matter how you struggle or resist, you will forever rot in the mire, until you decay and stink, never to see the light of day."

"Because carved into your very bones is lowliness."

Hearing this, Chen Chou'er slowly tightened his grip on the hilts in his hands.

He suddenly laughed at himself.

"Originally, I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, you people would look at me a little more highly."

"Originally, I thought that as long as I performed well in this trial, perhaps you people would try to accept me."

"Before my mother left, she told me that she and I were fated to be servants. She told me not to indulge in foolish dreams, and that it was enough to be a good servant for the rest of my life."

Chen Zhaosheng glanced at him and said lightly, "It seems your mother was smarter than you."

Chen Chou'er did not reply. He simply continued speaking to himself:

"But I kept thinking, why? We're all human. Why must I be beneath others? Why are you able to stand so high above?"

"I refuse to accept it. I truly refuse."

"So I cultivated desperately, cultivated with my life on the line!"

"As long as I could grow stronger, whether it was all kinds of pain or torment, I truly would spare no cost!"

At this point.

Chen Chou'er raised his head to look at Chen Zhaosheng and asked softly:

"Have you ever heard the sound of Thousand Zhang Si's waterfall smashing down onto bluestone?"

"Hmm?" Chen Zhaosheng frowned.

But Chen Chou'er had already slowly raised the two cold blades in his hands, their tips pointing straight at Chen Zhaosheng.

One word at a time, he spat out a sentence.

"Water Flow Blade Art · First Form · Crimson Moon Splendor Slash!!!"

Boom!!! As the last word fell from Chen Chou'er's mouth.

A heaven-shaking blade qi had already split heaven and earth apart!

Bang—!!! The waters of the entire lake all surged up, forming several waterspouts, as if water and sky had swapped places! One waterspout burst from the ground, lifting Chen Chou'er's feet and carrying his whole body surging high into the sky.

"Listen. This is the sound of Thousand Zhang Si roaring."

"Slash!!!"

In an instant, Chen Chou'er transformed into a Heaven-Shaking Blade Light, blooming across the vast sky as he slashed viciously down toward Chen Zhaosheng.

"Bastard."

Seeing this, Chen Zhaosheng's expression turned icy, and his thick black hair floated up.

One golden King Marking after another spread from the King's Diagram on his back, swiftly covering his entire body.

And behind him.

A majestic figure wearing an imperial robe and an Emperor's Crown appeared from within the void.

This Emperor's Phantom was shrouded from head to toe in roiling Chaos mist. Its figure could not be seen clearly; only that face, exactly the same as Chen Zhaosheng's, was visible, eyes closed in slumber.

The next moment.

This Emperor's Phantom slowly opened its eyes in the void.

"Phew."

Chen Zhixing set down the "Nine Gods Method" in his hand and let out a soft breath.

Over the past few days, he had already fully comprehended the Nine Gods Method.

He only needed to step into the True Self Realm, and he would be able to cultivate this method.

Moreover, the circumstances of this method were rather similar to that "Celestial Cycle Star Transformation Art."

Because the person who created this method had only condensed the third Great Dao Seed before he could go no further.

After all, every Great Dao Seed condensed was equivalent to deducing and comprehending one of the Great Daos to the True Self Realm.

But in this world, who possessed such comprehension that they could walk nine True Self-level Great Daos? However, to Chen Zhixing, these shackles were practically tailor-made for him.

Because while he might not have much of anything else, he had more than enough comprehension! "Next, I'll end this trial, then step into the True Self Realm, choose one Great Dao as my own Great Dao Seed, and condense my Heaven and Earth Dharma Form!"

Chen Zhixing's thoughts were clear, and he rose to his feet.

"Counting the time, the trial should be about over too."

Chen Zhixing silently estimated the time, then without lingering any further, left the Nine Wind Daoist Tomb.

One hour later.

Chen Zhixing arrived at the Chen Family's Trial Land.

"Open."

He silently spat out a single word.

In an instant.

The Sky Covering Grand Formation slowly pulled open a gap, and Chen Zhixing stepped inside.

Not long after entering the Trial Land, he had just been thinking of finding a place to wait for the Trial Land to end.

A grating female voice suddenly rang out ahead.

"Chen Zhixing?"

Chen Zhixing's brow lifted, and he looked toward the voice.

He saw Lu Ying had just defeated a Chen Family disciple and was taking the Bracelet from his wrist.

"You really know how to hide these past few days. I searched for you for several days in a row and never found you."

Lu Ying gave a cold laugh and mocked, "A dignified direct descendant of the Chen Family who only knows how to hide here and there—what kind of thing does that make you? My father even told me you probably weren't as simple as you looked."

"What a joke."

When Chen Zhixing heard this, he sighed softly, walking toward Lu Ying as he said, "Do you know? Ever since I met you, I've caught an illness. A very serious one."

"What?" Lu Ying frowned. This fellow... could he still have ideas about her? No, today she had to cut off his improper thoughts completely!

While Lu Ying was thinking.

"This illness..."

Chen Zhixing stood before Lu Ying. Without the slightest hesitation, he brought an incomparably resounding slap down hard across Lu Ying's pretty face.

"...is called idiot intolerance."

Smack!!! Lu Ying's entire body instantly flew high into the air, like a torn sack arcing through the sky, before crashing down heavily.

Her entire pretty face swelled up in an instant, her eyes crooked, her nose split, fresh blood mixed with teeth gushing wildly from her mouth.

In the blink of an eye, she collapsed to the ground like a puddle of rotten mud.

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