With a creak.
The door of the rockery opened.
Xuu Dalong with a face full of eagerness led the way in front, then stopped in front of Ye Chen, pointed at him and said:
"Third Young Master, this fool is Ye Chen."
After saying this, Xuu Dalong shouted at Ye Chen: "Third Young Master is here, why don't you quickly pay your respects?"
Ye Chen remained sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes observing his nose, nose observing his heart, and calmly said: "What Third Young Master, Fifth Young Master? I don't know them."
After speaking, Ye Chen continued to sit there unperturbed.
To him, even if the person in front was a descendant of the Longevity Family, so what?
He was confident, for he had Qing'er by his side, a presence with boundless potential, destined to surpass all from ancient to modern times!
Noble family offspring were not worth standing up for!
"Impudent!"
Xuu Dalong was immediately furious, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to teach Ye Chen a lesson.
"Enough, you may leave."
Chen Zhixing cast a glance at Xuu Dalong and waited for him to leave.
Chen Zhixing's gaze swept over Ye Chen's face and then fell upon the rusty ancient sword.
He slowly squinted.
"Longevity Sword Qing Zhi?" Chen Zhixing uttered.
In an instant.
Ye Chen, who originally kept a calm demeanor, suddenly changed his expression.
He stood up with a 'whoosh', looking at Chen Zhixing uncertainly, he asked: "What did you just say?"
Chen Zhixing did not answer, instead his eyes flickered ever so slightly.
The memories of the plot from the past life's "Great Cultivation" game surged forth.
He remembered correctly.
In one of the nine main storylines of this game from his previous life, a Celestial Chosen Protagonist, initially just a waste, ended up accidentally entering ancient ruins, obtaining the Divine Sword Qing Zhi, and then transformed like a dragon upon encountering strong winds, with guidance from the sword spirit within Divine Sword Qing Zhi, thereby rising to prominence in the Cultivation Realm, eventually attaining the position of Sword God!
To Chen Zhixing from the previous life, with a God's-eye view, he was very clear in his mind.
Actually, this Celestial Chosen Protagonist was quite weak, the truly powerful one was the Longevity Sword Spirit within that Divine Sword Qing Zhi!
At the time, there were many classic quotes about this Longevity Sword Spirit, widely circulated.
[Where is your home? Point the way, I only need one sword strike.]
[Qing'er is invincible, the protagonist can be free.]
[The protagonist can die, Qing'er must live!]
Thus it was known, the strength of this Longevity Sword Spirit was formidable, and its popularity was high!
"So, this guy is the Celestial Chosen Protagonist?"
Chen Zhixing's glance shifted again towards Ye Chen, who had a face full of uncertainty.
When Ye Chen noticed Chen Zhixing's gaze land upon him again, he let out a cold snort and said: "I don't care who you are, nor how you got news of Qing'er, I give you two choices."
"If you leave right now, I can pretend nothing happened just now, otherwise... you're on the path to death!"
"The path to death?"
Chen Zhixing laughed, indeed this guy was the Celestial Chosen Protagonist.
With a 'shua', he closed the white folding fan in his hand, his long, clear eyes slowly squinted, smiling yet not smiling, he said:
"Then I'll give you a choice too, you surrender this ancient sword to me, and I'll let you go, how about it?"
Once these words fell.
See how Ye Chen instantly got furious and said: "Dare to covet Qing'er? You're asking for death!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He broke the shackles on his hands and feet.
Ye Chen called out loudly: "Qing'er, take action!"
Swoosh!
The ancient sword instantly soared into the air, releasing a terrifying sword qi.
The room was filled with sword qi crisscrossing!
On the walls of the entire prison of green stone, numerous cracks appeared all at once!
"Die!"
Ye Chen pressed down with his hand heavily.
The ancient sword suddenly shot towards Chen Zhixing hard!
Ding!
Only a crisp sound was heard.
Chen Zhixing casually waved his folding fan, instantly sent the ancient sword flying, its tip stabbing into the ground half a foot deep, its hilt shaking wildly.
"Ye... Ye Chen, this person's cultivation is profound, at the very least Divine Travel Realm!"
"I've just awakened, not his opponent."
"Quick... escape quickly."
A fatigued female voice echoed in Ye Chen's mind.
Ye Chen was suddenly stunned, not expecting Qing'er to never fail, yet was beaten by a mere teenager.
He reacted quickly, picked up Divine Sword Qing Zhi, stamped his right foot heavily on the ground, and shot up into the sky, ready to flee.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Chen Zhixing squinted his long eyes, and smiled faintly.
"Innate Qi Hand!"
Boom!
Instantly, a huge golden hand formed out of thin air, pressing down fiercely!
This huge golden hand was extremely large, even the clear palm print was visible in its palm.
In an instant when the giant hand pressed down from above, it was like covering the sky and blocking the sun, directly sealing off all his space.
Ye Chen's face changed, unable to react, just managed to lift his head to look, the golden hand already filled his entire vision, pressing down heavily!
Boom!
The ground cracked, stones splashed, wood fragments flew.
He was slammed heavily onto the ground by the giant hand, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He wanted to move, but the giant hand had quickly lifted again, then slammed down heavily again.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Bam! Bam! Bam!
One muffled sound after another echoed, the ground constantly trembled.
When the giant hand scattered away, the whole prison was already in a shocking state, broken into pieces.
Ye Chen lay limp like a pile of mud on the ground, most of his bones crushed.
Next to him, the rusty ancient sword was likewise dimmed to the extreme, emitting a low moan.
Chen Zhixing stepped forward, bent down to grab Ye Chen's disheveled hair, lifting half his body off the ground.
In the next moment.
He brought Ye Chen's head to his mouth, smiled slightly and said:
"Come on, let's play a game now."
"Either you hand over this sword to me, and tell me where you got this sword."
"I'll let you go, and gift you with a top-tier cultivation technique that can at least reach the Divine Travel Realm, as well as ten beautiful concubines, and a Divine Travel Soldiers."
"Or..."
Chen Zhixing spoke softly: "You choose stubborn resistance unto death, then I will crush your bones one by one, peel off your skin, hang it on the city walls to dry, letting birds peck and ants gnaw."
"I wish to see whether your bones are tougher, or the torture devices from the Ziwei Chen Family designed to torment people are tougher."
"Trust me, I'll make it difficult for you to die easily."
As the words fell.
Chen Zhixing released his grip, letting Ye Chen slam straight down onto the ground.
"Now, I'll give you ten breaths of time, tell me your answer."
In no time.
Ye Chen, who was lying on the ground, his face showed intense struggle.
"Ten."
"Nine."
"Eight."
"..."
Seeing Chen Zhixing really started counting time, the struggle on Ye Chen's face quickly turned into terror.
"Ye Chen, don't believe him, this person is ruthless, definitely not kind-hearted! Once you reveal the location of the ruins, he will surely kill you immediately!"
"If you don't tell, he won't kill you for the time being! There's still a glimmer of hope!"
The ancient sword trembled, the exhausted female voice kept echoing in Ye Chen's mind.
In no time, the terror on Ye Chen's face again turned into struggle.
"Hmm? Communicating?"
Chen Zhixing's eyes slowly squinted, looking at the Divine Sword Qing Zhi.