Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

Chapter 57: Chapter 55: Taking Action_1

Gu Chen's words were like a bomb thrown into a lake, stirring up a thousand ripples and stunning everyone present.

Zheng Jinan's face stiffened, with countless thoughts swirling in his heart. He wondered, where had he slipped up, allowing someone to grasp his weakness?

Hearing Gu Chen's words, Zheng Yan couldn't sit still. If his father, Zheng Jinan, really was a demonic cult martial artist, what should he do?

Zheng Yan sprung to his feet, pointed at Gu Chen, and shouted sternly, "Stop spouting nonsense! You, a petty thief and scum of the martial world, have the audacity to slander my father? Where is Luo Feng? Is he the one instructing you to do this?"

Who was Luo Feng? He was the notorious flower thief of Li Mountain County. Gu Chen being associated with Luo Feng, in their eyes, certainly meant he was no good person either. Hence, no one cared about what he said.

Zheng Jinan's expression relaxed slightly, he let out a sigh of relief inwardly, but maintained his composure and asked, "Yan'er, who is this person?"

Zheng Yan replied, "Father, this man is an accomplice of the infamous 'Skylark' Luo Feng, just a petty thief. When I was tracking Luo Feng before, I dealt with him twice by chance. It seems he harbors resentment and seeks revenge today."

Hearing this, Zheng Jinan smiled lightly and said to Gu Chen, "Today is my birthday, and I'm ready to wash my hands of my past and no longer involve myself in the troubles of the martial world. Today, I'll spare your life for my son's sake. Take the opportunity and leave quickly."

"Master Zheng is magnanimous," Wang Cheng complimented from the side.

"Hmph!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yan let out a cold snort and sat down, brushing his sleeve.

Seeing Gu Chen still standing there, Zheng Jinan frowned and said, "What? You're not leaving? Do you really need to see a coffin before shedding tears?"

Gu Chen, with his handsome features and tall and straight stature stood like a pine tree, epitomizing calm and unflapped, and said, "Zheng Jinan, you may fool people temporarily, but you cannot fool everyone forever. A few days ago, outside the ruins on Coiled Tiger Mountain, you guarded the entrance and slaughtered countless martial artists, extracting their hearts for your cultivation.

Did you think no one saw that? Now, their bodies are still warm, and yet you talk of retiring? You should ask them if they agree!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jinan's face darkened instantly, cursing himself for being too complacent back then to notice Gu Chen hidden to the side and for not eradicating all evidence.

"Nonsense, deserves death!" Zheng Yan couldn't sit still anymore and was ready to make a move and kill Gu Chen.

"Wait, do you have evidence?"

At that moment, the county magistrate Liu Tong spoke up, his brow tightly furrowed. Hearing Gu Chen accuse Zheng Jinan of being the remnant of the Evil Heart Sect, he naturally felt uneasy. If Zheng Jinan were a remnant of the Evil Heart Sect, what would he do? Being entangled with demonic cult martial artists was something Da Xia would not overlook.

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned toward Gu Chen. They were also aware of the incidents outside the ruins and had thought they were the work of ghosts. Inside the hall, the atmosphere became as still as if it had frozen, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even Zheng Jinan became extremely nervous.

Gu Chen, now the focus of the entire hall, said calmly and with an airy demeanor, "No."

Standing next to him, Luo Feng heard this and immediately felt helpless. He knew it would turn out this way.

All the spectators came with the mindset of watching a good show, none believed in Gu Chen's chances.

Zheng Jinan watched with a look of anticipation, eager to see how far his son's martial arts had progressed.

"Die!"

With a cold shout, Zheng Yan slashed his sword toward Gu Chen's neck, aiming to kill him in one strike to prevent any further accidents.

Gu Chen's expression remained calm, his eyes deep, just standing there, waiting for Zheng Yan's sword to come at him.

"This kid looks like he's been scared silly," mocked someone from the royal city.

"It seems there will be blood at the birthday banquet of the Zheng family head today," Liu Tong said.

"He chose to be a laughingstock; he's asking for it. Daring to slander the Zheng family head, insulting an imperial official, he deserves to die!"

Chen Song said viciously, as he had long wished for Gu Chen to die. Because of Gu Chen, he had acquired a scar on his face, and every time he saw it, he was reminded of that day's experience, filled with rage, nearly driving him mad.

Zheng Yan, seeing Gu Chen not drawing his weapon but simply standing there, he thought Gu Chen intended to trap his sword blade as before. A trace of cold smile emerged in his eyes.

Did he really think that Zheng Yan was a straw man, to stumble twice in the same place?

"This day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

With a metallic ring, the bright sword light illuminated the entire field. Just as Zheng Yan's sword tip was about to pierce Gu Chen's throat, Gu Chen finally moved.

Boom!

An extremely ferocious wave of energy appeared out of nowhere, originating from Gu Chen.

There stood Gu Chen, with one hundred and eighty-six years of internal breath bursting from his body, causing a powerful and vigorous energy wave. Zheng Yan bore the brunt of it, his complexion changed, and he could barely stand steady, let alone continue his attack on Gu Chen.

"This is bad!"

Zheng Jinan's expression turned stern, sensing trouble, but by then it was already too late.

In the blink of an eye, with just one palm, using the flesh of his body, Gu Chen firmly grasped Zheng Yan's treasured sword, making it completely immobile. The sharp aura emanating from the blade couldn't harm him in the least.

Zheng Yan was shocked to his core; he wanted to dodge, but it was already too late—Gu Chen was too fast!

"Pfft!"

In a flash, Gu Chen's palm struck Zheng Yan. Blood spurted from Zheng Yan's mouth; he could no longer hold his weapon, and like a ragdoll, he flew out, landing on the ground like a lump of mud.

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