Master.
Seeing that the person who arrived was Ge Hong, the dozen or so Diyang Peak Disciples below were instantly overjoyed and prostrated themselves on the ground.
Greetings, Junior Martial Uncle Ge.
Greetings, Senior Martial Uncle Ge.
The Disciples present also cupped their hands in salute, while silently mourning for Ye Chen in their hearts.
Ge Hong was notoriously vindictive; if one were to be held in contempt by him, the outcome would be miserable indeed.
Master, save me, save me!
Ye Chen is crazy, he wants to kill me.
Zhao Long, suppressed by Ye Chen’s heavenly fortress, felt a sinister smile flash across his lips before he hurriedly called out to Ge Hong for help.
Yes, Master, this Ye Chen has too strong a killing intent; he should be sent to the Law Enforcement Hall for severe punishment.
Those Diyang Peak Disciples began to jeer again.
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To have such evil thoughts at such a young age, what will he be like in the future?
You must seek justice for Senior Brother Zhao!
Quiet.
Ge Hong let out a cold shout, his expression extremely gloomy.
The Disciple he had personally trained had actually been defeated by an Intern Disciple at the Qi Condensation First Level; as a Peak Master, he could be said to have lost all face.
However, thinking of Ye Chen, there was much surprise in his eyes.
Being able to defeat Zhao Long meant that Ye Chen was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.
Upon hearing the Disciple’s report, even with his composure, he could not help but be surprised.
Ye Chen, whom he hadn’t even bothered to look at that day, actually possessed such strength.
In the end, he did feel some regret; if he had accepted Ye Chen that day, there wouldn’t have been this farce that caused him to lose face today.
Ye Chen, put down your sword!
Ge Hong stroked his beard, his voice filled with endless majesty, like a verdict and a command.
I have seen your strength; you may become a Disciple of mine, Ge Hong.
Master, this…
What is going on?
Below, there were sounds of astonishment.
Junior Martial Uncle Ge wants to take Ye Chen as a Disciple?
This is the first time I’ve seen Junior Martial Uncle Ge be so proactive.
Nonsense, Ye Chen went to such great lengths to cause such a commotion, wasn’t it just to attract Junior Martial Uncle Ge’s attention?
His goal was to enter Diyang Peak, and now his goal has been achieved.
Regarding Ge Hong’s words, a sneer curled Ye Chen’s lips.
He still did not lower the sword in his hand and smiled, Peak Master, thank you for your appreciation, but I have no intention of becoming a Disciple of Diyang Peak.
Damn!
The crowd below exploded instantly.
Who was Ge Hong?
He was the Peak Master of one of the three major peaks of the Hengyue Sect’s Outer Sect, a person whom countless Disciples would break their heads trying to have as their Master.
His invitation had actually been rejected by an Intern Disciple at the Qi Condensation First Level.
It was the first time in history that Ge Hong had invited an Outer Sect Disciple, but this unprecedented first time had actually resulted in a rejection.
What did you say?
Looking at Ye Chen, a cold light flashed in Ge Hong’s eyes, and his expression darkened further.
A powerful aura erupted.
What was this?
This was a naked slap in the face.
Today, he had already lost much face, but in order to recruit talent, he was willing to lower his stance slightly to invite Ye Chen, only to lose face once again.
For him, he had already become the biggest laughingstock of the Hengyue Sect.
I said, I do not intend to become a Disciple of Zheng Yang Peak.
Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but Ye Chen remained neither humble nor pushy.
A good horse does not eat grass it has already passed; this was his nature.
To be ruthlessly ignored that day, and now invited with a commanding attitude, did he really think that I, Ye Chen, am a spineless fence-sitter?
Good, very good.
With a shout that shook the sky, Ge Hong laughed, but his laughter gave people a creepy feeling.
It’s over, it’s over.
Ye Chen is going to suffer in the future.
Junior Martial Uncle Ge is vindictive; Ye Chen will definitely have a hard time from now on.
He is ungrateful; who does he think he is?
Release him.
With a violent shout, Ge Hong glared at Ye Chen, his powerful aura causing Ye Chen to vomit blood once again.
Sorry, I cannot release him.
The wager was made first; he must die today.
Ye Chen swayed a few times but steadied himself, and a dagger was already pressed against Zhao Long’s neck.
Hiss!
Suddenly, there was a chorus of gasps from below.
What was this?
Was he trying to challenge Ge Hong’s bottom line?
His courage was not just a little big.
First, he defeated Zhao Long, ruining Ge Hong’s face; then he rejected the invitation, causing Ge Hong to lose all dignity.
Now, he wouldn’t even release the person.
Was he trying to slap Ge Hong’s face nakedly in front of all the Disciples?
You beast, you are courting death.
Ge Hong roared, his robes blown by a gale.
He raised his palm immediately, ready to strike down.
But Ye Chen was prepared and had already retreated a dozen zhang with Zhao Long.
Peak Master, I am a human, not a beast.
Stopping his body, Ye Chen looked straight at Ge Hong, his words ringing with strength.
Furthermore, the dagger he held had already cut Zhao Long’s neck.
The meaning was clear: if you dare to move, I will finish him off.
This scene made the hearts of all the Disciples below jump into their throats.
Well done, Ye Chen, your courage is truly not ordinary, daring to openly provoke a Peak Master like this.
You are threatening me.
Staring fixedly at Ye Chen, Ge Hong’s voice was ice-cold to the bone.
Peak Master, you overstate it.
Ye Chen sneered.
I said it before, the wager was made first, he must die.
If you want me not to kill him, fine.
If you want to take him away, that is also fine, but it depends on how much sincerity you can show.
I have already taken a step back.
If you, Peak Master, still insist on killing me, I will have no choice but to perish together with your Disciple.
As he spoke, Ye Chen made another cut on Zhao Long’s neck.
He had staked everything.
Since ancient times, wealth and honor are sought through danger.
He didn’t truly have to kill Zhao Long, and he didn’t want to die either, but since he had already formed a grudge with Diyang Peak, he might as well do something big.
The person could be spared, but he couldn’t be released for nothing.
However, if Ge Hong really wanted to kill him, Ye Chen was prepared to die, and would take Zhao Long with him before he left.
In the end, he was gambling.
If he won, he could earn a fortune; if he lost, he would die without a burial place.
At this moment, the scene was terrifyingly quiet, and all that could be heard was the thumping of hearts.
Mas…
Master, save…
save me, save me!
Zhao Long’s roar broke the silence.
He was truly scared.
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If Ge Hong really acted, he might truly have to be buried with Ye Chen.
Peak Master, what do you think?
Ye Chen looked at Ge Hong with a smile.
Our Fengyun Platform wager was made first.
You wouldn’t really kill me in front of so many people, right?
You are a Peak Master; don’t ruin your bright future just to kill me, an insignificant Intern Disciple.
Besides, Zhao Long is someone you have painstakingly cultivated.
If he were to be buried with me, it would really not be worth it.
Ye Chen, do you know what your actions today mean?
Ge Hong’s voice was extremely cold, and his expression was terrifyingly sinister.
Of course I know, but I don’t care.
Then I will send you on your way early.
Ge Hong’s expression suddenly turned cold as he took a large step forward, truly unleashing his killing intent.
Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed, thinking to himself that he might have lost the gamble this time.
But, at this moment, an Ethereal voice came from a large hall deep inside.
Ge Hong, murdering a Sect Disciple is a grave crime.
Are you trying to challenge the rules of my Hengyue Sect?
It must be said, these words did indeed make Ge Hong stop in his tracks, because it was the voice of Dao Jie, the Peak Master of the Outer Sect Law Enforcement Hall.
With a gloomy old face, Ge Hong looked in one direction and said coldly, Dao Jie, he was the one who tried to murder my apprentice first.
Do you want me to watch my apprentice be killed?
Or are you deliberately shielding Ye Chen?
Shielding?
An Ethereal laugh came from the distance.
They had a wager on the Fengyun Platform, and since there was a life-or-death bet, which they both agreed to beforehand, how can you say Ye Chen is murdering your apprentice, and how can you say I am shielding him?
Moreover, Ye Chen has already taken a step back.
If you show your sincerity, you can save your apprentice.
Why do you need to kill?
If you lose, you lose.
If you lose, you must be able to afford the loss.
Speaking of this, the voice paused for a moment, and the tone became a bit colder.
If you can’t afford to lose and want to kill, do you take me for a blind man?
You…
Ge Hong was speechless for a moment, his pent-up rage almost causing him internal injury.
Indeed, this was the truth.
The wager was made first, and he had no right to interfere.
One could only blame his precious apprentice for betting too big, and also blame himself for being too confident in the apprentice he had trained.
Moreover, after being sternly ordered and lectured by that voice from afar, Ge Hong regained a trace of calmness.
He was certain that if he acted now, he would be sent on his way with Ye Chen within an hour.
Besides, he had spent too much effort cultivating that Zhao Long.
If he were to be buried with Ye Chen just like this, it would truly not be worth the loss.
After thinking about it several times, Ge Hong forcibly suppressed his anger, hid his sinister expression, took out a Storage Bag from his sleeve, and threw it into the air towards Ye Chen.
Seeing the Storage Bag thrown over, Ye Chen did not reach out to catch it, but blocked it with his sword, because he felt a terrifying hidden force from the Storage Bag.
If he had caught it rashly, he would inevitably have been seriously injured.
Insidious and cunning.
Ye Chen cursed silently.
Clang!
The Storage Bag hit the heavenly fortress, making a metallic clashing sound.
Even so, Ye Chen was still shaken to the point of vomiting blood and retreating.
You will pay a painful price for your actions today.
Ge Hong came like a gust of wind and left like a gust of wind, taking Zhao Long with him.
Only that cold voice lingered in the sky for a long time.