To describe Chen Pu in four words: "A gentleman like jade."
To describe the feeling of facing Chen Pu in four words: "Like bathing in a spring breeze."
Though he was the dean of Evening Drum Academy and a grandmaster of the Confucian School, he was not the rigid old pedant people imagined, nor did he carry himself with any lofty, untouchable air.
Quite the opposite—he often took everyone's feelings into consideration, soft as water and present everywhere.
But when he made a move, he was utterly swift and decisive.
What about the scene before them looked like a duel between transcendents at the absolute pinnacle?
It was plainly a scholar rolling up his sleeves and cracking a classmate's head open with an inkstone.
The reason for the fight must have been equally trivial—either a quarrel had broken out, or they were fighting over a woman. In any case, it could not possibly have had anything to do with the great affairs of the world.
Blood spurted wildly from Peng Chongjian's forehead as his Dao body fell backward, so easily that onlookers might have thought it an illusion.
But then again, whether Chen Pu, Si Yu'an, or Ruan Qiu, which one of them was not an absolute pinnacle who had cultivated Dao Derivation for years, with deep reserves? He was merely a newly ascended True Lord. Even if he possessed the foundations of "number one in Mountain-Moving," how could he withstand such a beating from all sides?
The fact that he had managed to hold on and flee back to Jade Belt Sea was already the result of Chen Pu and Ruan Qiu deliberately letting him go.
"Hold it!"
Peng Chongjian, falling backward, let out a thunderous roar that halted the attacks of the three Dao Derivation powerhouses.
He staggered