"Yang Cheng, who exactly are you? Even your maid is this powerful."
Xue Fu looked a little uneasy, but her eyes were full of curiosity.
"I'm the Crown Prince of Great Zhou."
Yang Cheng answered truthfully.
"Pfft."
Xue Fu couldn't help but laugh. "You're really funny. If the Crown Prince of Great Zhou went out, he'd be surrounded by a horde of attendants. How could he only bring a maid?"
Chu Meng also smiled at that.
When they arrived at the inn, sure enough, the environment was excellent.
Late at night.
Yang Cheng sat in his room, studying the Shura Dao Sword.
"This sword is for killing."
Right now, Yang Cheng had three swords.
The wooden sword, the Human Emperor Sword, and the Shura Dao Sword.
The first was a personal sword, mainly for cultivation.
The second was a command sword, used for defense and suppression.
Now this third one was his attack sword, made purely for slaughter.
Before, using the wooden sword or Human Emperor Sword to kill always felt off.
The appearance of the Shura Dao Sword perfectly filled that gap.
The next day.
Dao Debate Gathering.
Yang Cheng showed up again.
The people around him clearly looked at him differently.
Especially whenever their gazes brushed past Lin Shu, many felt a chill crawl down their spines.
Obviously, word had gotten out about last night.
Seven people had gone to ambush that boy, and five were killed by his maid.
"Young master, would you honor me with a chat?"
Murong Yun walked up to Yang Cheng with a graceful smile.
"I'm busy."
Yang Cheng replied blandly.
Murong Yun's smile stiffened slightly.
She was a disciple of Divine Medicine Valley and not bad-looking either. Everywhere she went, she was treated like a goddess.
Yet Yang Cheng didn't give her a shred of face.
His gaze was cold.
This Murong Yun and Chu Xianzhi were clearly working together.
He had no interest in dealing with people like that.
In fact, in his mind, they were already on the list—those he would settle with later.
The surrounding crowd was secretly stunned.
First he refused Chu Xianzhi, now he turned down Murong Yun too.
The two biggest factions in this Dao Debate Gathering had both been shut down by this young man.
Did he not fear the consequences?
Right then, a woman slightly older than Murong Yun walked in, surrounded by admiration and awe.
"Senior Sister Zuo."
Murong Yun greeted with reverence.
"That's Zuo Qiuyu, the true disciple of Divine Medicine Valley!"
"Zuo Qiuyu—she's Zuo Qiuming's elder sister, a dual-layer Martial Saint expert!"
"Didn't think she'd show up too!"
Excited murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Then Zuo Qiuyu, under everyone's watchful eyes, walked straight up to Yang Cheng.
"She's here for that boy?"
Many were shocked.
"Young master, that sword in your hand actually belongs to Divine Medicine Valley. We didn't expect Chen Mohai to steal it, and now it's ended up with you."
Zuo Qiuyu said, "So I hope you'll return it to its rightful owner."
The moment she said that, people's expressions turned strange.
Whether her claim was true or not, that boy was in trouble now.
Yang Cheng replied calmly, "If that's the case, then why didn't this Miss Murong recognize it earlier?"
"This sword was kept in our sect's internal vault. Few know of it, so it's normal that Murong Yun didn't recognize it."
Zuo Qiuyu said, "You don't need to worry. Divine Medicine Valley won't let you suffer a loss. If you return the sword, we'll give you 20,000 high-grade spirit stones as compensation."
Yang Cheng couldn't help but laugh. "How generous of you. At least that young master from the Chu clan offered 30,000."
"That's different."
Zuo Qiuyu said, "Young Master Chu didn't know it belonged to us, which is why he offered a high price. For us, we're only giving you the original cost."
"Get lost."
Yang Cheng said.
"What did you say?"
Zuo Qiuyu's face instantly darkened.
"People as shameless as you, get the hell out of my sight. You make me sick."
Yang Cheng spoke.
The crowd around him fell completely silent.
This young man was seriously bold, daring to speak to Zuo Qiuyu like that?
"Young master, are you saying you insist on seizing what belongs to Divine Medicine Valley?"
Zuo Qiuyu's gaze turned icy. "If that's the case, don't blame us for being merciless."
No one in the crowd dared speak up for Yang Cheng. Instead, they all backed far away.
After all, no one wanted to offend Divine Medicine Valley.
"Young master," Murong Yun sighed, "you could either be a friend of Divine Medicine Valley, or its enemy. Is the choice really that hard?"
"First of all, you're in no position to represent Divine Medicine Valley."
Yang Cheng said calmly, "Second, even if I did become your enemy—so what?"
"This guy is really stubborn."
"Why be so headstrong?"
Many people didn't get it.
"Whoever opposes Divine Medicine Valley only walks toward death."
Zuo Qiuyu's eyes were full of killing intent.
"The ones heading for death are you!"
Lin Shu spoke coldly.
At the sound of her voice, quite a few people tensed up.
After all, just yesterday, her combat record had been terrifying.
But Zuo Qiuyu sneered, "Do you think I wasn't prepared?"
She clapped her hands. "Elder Benkong, this person killed one of your disciples from Zhengde Temple. I'll leave it to you to deal with her."
Thud, thud, thud...
The ground began to shake.
Then, to everyone's horror, an enormous moving wall of flesh began approaching the plaza.
Benwu's size had already been extreme, but this "meat mountain" was even worse—he weighed a full 1,000 jin.
Just seeing his size made people suck in cold breaths.
"Lady benefactor, you killed my disciple. Repay me with your life."
Benkong the monk smiled, then lunged at Lin Shu.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In a flash, the two were in a fierce battle.
One had terrifying defense, the other terrifying speed and footwork.
In the blink of an eye, the entire plaza was thrown into chaos.
Everyone scrambled to the edge to avoid getting caught up in the fight.
"This is insane."
Their combat power made everyone's hearts tremble.
"If that's all you've got, then it's not enough."
Yang Cheng's tone was cold as he stared at Zuo Qiuyu.
Zuo Qiuyu frowned.
She realized she'd still underestimated that mysterious maid's strength.
Even Benkong couldn't take her down.
But soon she smiled again. "Don't worry, I'll fulfill your wish."
"Senior Jin Yi, that person killed your nephew. Don't you want revenge?"
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to act."
An elderly man with a thin frame and an iron fan suddenly stepped out from the crowd.
Clearly, this was the elder relative of the man with the folding fan.
"That's Jin Yi from the Jin clan."
"A ninth-layer Martial Emperor expert!"
With someone like that stepping in, how could that boy possibly survive?
Jin Yi stared straight at Yang Cheng. "Will you take your own life, or will you wait for me to do it? If I make a move, you'll wish you were dead."
But Yang Cheng turned toward Chu Xianzhi. "This Dao Debate Gathering was organized by the Chu clan. Now that something like this is happening, aren't you going to intervene?"
Chu Xianzhi smiled. "Young master, this is simple. Just return the sword to Divine Medicine Valley, and then I'll have reason to step in for justice."
Yang Cheng smirked. "If that's how you put it, then this is about to get real interesting."
"Oh? Do you have some expert backing you?"
Chu Xianzhi asked.
Yang Cheng shook his head. "No."
"Then I really don't understand where your confidence comes from. You still dare to resist?"
Chu Xianzhi sighed.
"Have none of you considered the possibility… that my confidence is me?"
Yang Cheng said.