Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 198 - 159: A Gentleman is Not a Gentleman, Kill the Talented Chen Jichuan! [Thanks to the Most Beautiful Wife in the World, Alliance Hierarch]

Chapter 198: Chapter 159: A Gentleman is Not a Gentleman, Kill the Talented Chen Jichuan! [Thanks to the Most Beautiful Wife in the World, Alliance Hierarch]

"It’s him!"

"Chen Jichuan!"

"This killer is not someone you want to provoke."

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White robes.

A long sword.

The Red-scaled Beast.

Even those who had never seen the ’Gentleman Sword’ could quickly guess this person’s identity. Moreover, among the grandmasters present, the vast majority had seen Chen Jichuan before, and half had even exchanged blows with him.

Not only were there the Sect Leaders and Elders of the Three Sects and Thirteen Sects, but also six Independent Masters, led by Fang Chuan of the ’Guiyuan Arrow’ and Chai Yingrong of the ’Round Moon Saber.’ Each of them, upon seeing Chen Jichuan, displayed a variety of changing expressions.

Some frowned.

Some felt shame.

Others gritted their teeth in hatred.

In recent years, Chen Jichuan, seeking to refine his swordsmanship, had adopted the identity of ’Chen Jichuan’ and would always engage others in combat without any preamble.

To him, these people were like children.

Engaging in polite sparring was of little value to him.

Only by provoking their anger and stirring the fighting spirit in their hearts could they threaten him, even slightly, thus allowing his swordsmanship to improve just a little.

Under such circumstances, how many of those challenged and defeated by him could harbor any goodwill toward him?

In the Jianghu, he was given the title ’Gentleman Sword.’

Part of it was due to his handsome appearance.

Another part was because he had created the ’Four-character Poem Sword,’ appearing scholarly and exuding the demeanor of a gentleman.

However, to those defeated at his hand, the title could also carry the connotation of a ’False Gentleman.’

After all.

Throughout history, those known as the ’Gentleman Sword’ seemed to have universally met tragic ends, and not one turned out to be a true gentleman.

Chen Jichuan paid no mind to this.

The cultivation levels of these people were too low. Since he wasn’t after their Dao Fruits, he cared little about maintaining relationships. A poor rapport was no big deal.

As long as he left them in one piece, it was enough.

Still, these grandmasters, upon suddenly encountering Chen Jichuan, couldn’t help but recall their past anger, and naturally, they didn’t greet him warmly.

Among them, none displayed such enmity as Chai Yingrong!

Chai Yingrong stood silently, but his hands clenched tightly around his saber.

Many were aware of the grievances between him and Chen Jichuan, occasionally glancing at Chai Yingrong’s empty eye socket. Some showed complicated expressions, while others wore a look as if they were anticipating a good show.

"Brother Chai—"

Fang Chuan noticed Chai Yingrong’s throbbing temple and opened his mouth to advise him.

Chai Yingrong, however, merely chuckled softly, turned to Fang Chuan, Dong Qing, and the others, and said, "Since someone wishes to trespass on Iron Arm Monkey Mountain, leave this battle to me, Chai."

With that said,

Boom!

Taking a single step forward, shattered stone fragments flew as Chai Yingrong shot off like a bolt of lightning, flying down the Golden Corner Mountain toward the white-robed swordsman.

"Chen Jichuan!"

"The grudge of that fateful sword—today, it will be settled once and for all!"

Mid-flight, Chai Yingrong roared, his voice thundering like rolling thunder.

The people atop the mountain looked at Chai Yingrong and couldn’t help but shake their heads. They all knew of the grudge between ’Gentleman Sword’ Chen Jichuan and ’Round Moon Saber’ Chai Yingrong.

This Chen Jichuan possessed a Sword Seed.

Whereas Chai Yingrong was a saber fanatic.

Five years ago, when Chai Yingrong was challenged by Chen Jichuan and defeated, it cemented Chen Jichuan’s reputation on the ’Heavenly List’ as the ’Gentleman Sword.’

Two years later,

Chai Yingrong, feeling his saber technique had advanced greatly through rigorous training, turned the tables and challenged Chen Jichuan.

First battle, defeat.

Second battle, defeat.

Third battle, defeat again.

And with each subsequent encounter, the disparity only widened.

Yet Chai Yingrong was undeterred, challenging Chen Jichuan time and again.

His indomitable spirit for a time became a legend.

Who would have thought, what began as a mutual exchange, turned tragic? For some unknown reason, Chen Jichuan struck ruthlessly, blinding one of Chai Yingrong’s eyes. Rumor had it that were it not for Chai Yingrong’s remarkable saber technique and exceptional Qinggong, he might not have survived that battle.

Since then, Chai Yingrong had been tirelessly searching for Chen Jichuan, determined to avenge the grudge of that sword.

But, alas, every time he caught wind of Chen Jichuan’s whereabouts, he was always just a step too late.

And so, his humiliation remained unaddressed.

Yet, as the saying goes, "Enemies are bound to cross paths." Unexpectedly, they met again today on Golden Corner Mountain.

And Chai Yingrong, of his own volition, went to face him in combat.

"How reckless!"

"The ’Round Moon Saber’ loses his wits whenever he faces the ’Gentleman Sword.’"

"He couldn’t win before—and now that he’s lost an eye, how could he possibly prevail?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

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No one held out any hope for Chai Yingrong.

Even the four Heavenly Ranking Grandmasters—Dong Qing, Yang Xiong, Liu Hengbo, and Fang Chuan—felt the same way.

All of them had fought Chen Jichuan, either challenging or being challenged, and each left battered and humiliated, simply not in the same league.

If they were not his opponents,

then Chai Yingrong?

"Why bother with such futile effort!"

A long sigh came from below the mountain, followed by flashes of saber light and sword shadows. In an instant, a gleam of blood appeared.

...

The mountain suddenly fell silent.

"..."

Fang Chuan’s pupils contracted, his brows furrowing deeply. His fingers twitched slightly but, ultimately, he made no move.

On the mountainside,

Boom!

Chai Yingrong’s body was sent flying high into the air, landing amidst jagged stone fragments. His saber flipped several times before stabbing into the ground next to him with a metallic clang.

Upon closer inspection, blood still gushed from Chai Yingrong’s neck, his eyes staring wide open in shock.

With just one exchange,

Chai Yingrong was dead.

The Red-scaled Beast carried Chen Jichuan leisurely past Chai Yingrong’s corpse, even extending its hoof to casually kick Chai Yingrong’s body down the mountainside.

Reaching the mountain summit, the Red-scaled Beast stopped in the distance.

Chen Jichuan gracefully dismounted from its back, clasped his hands in greeting to the gathering, and said in a crisp voice, "Chen here comes uninvited. I hope I haven’t disturbed anyone."

Sweeping his gaze across the assembly, Chen Jichuan’s face wore a faint smile.

Everyone here was an old acquaintance.

Most had crossed swords with him.

Such as ’Wansheng Saber Master’ Dong Qing. As the Sect Master of the Five Cloud Sect, his saber technique was far superior to Chai Yingrong’s ’Round Moon Saber.’

Of course, his temperament wasn’t as extreme as Chai Yingrong’s.

When Chen Jichuan initially challenged Chai Yingrong, he gained some insights into his swordsmanship. Thus, when Chai Yingrong later flipped the roles and challenged him, Chen Jichuan deliberately held back, even secretly offering him pointers.

But unexpectedly, this gave Chai Yingrong the wrong impression that their skill gap wasn’t vast.

Additionally, benefiting from those pointers and improving his saber technique, he grew greedy for more.

Thus, he repeatedly challenged Chen Jichuan, hoping to reclaim his rank while honing his saber art against him.

Although Chen Jichuan had tried to placate him with kind words on several occasions, Chai Yingrong refused to listen.

Greedy and ungrateful.

Finally, Chen Jichuan was utterly enraged. During Chai Yingrong’s fifth challenge, he struck decisively, blinding one of Chai Yingrong’s eyes but sparing his life.

Ever since, Chai Yingrong would feign vengeance, always arriving a step too late on purpose.

Chen Jichuan was aware of this but didn’t mind. He only felt a sense of relief.

Unfortunately, Chai Yingrong remained resentful over losing his eye. Believing his saber technique had improved once more, he sought vengeance this time.

Chen Jichuan had already given him more than enough chances and was left with no choice but to end his misery once and for all.

...

On Golden Corner Mountain, it wasn’t just Chai Yingrong or Dong Qing present.

Sweeping his gaze across the grandmasters gathered, Chen Jichuan recognized seven or eight of them. Out of all the grandmasters present, he had exchanged blows with five or six, retaining vivid memories of a few.

"Master Dong."

"Master Yang."

"Master Liu."

"Sect Leader Zhang."

"Brother Fang."

...

Chen Jichuan greeted them one by one when none responded to him.

He understood these people.

Every one of them was a loser at his hands. Who could feel comfortable seeing the face of their victor?

On top of that, having just slain Chai Yingrong, it was natural they would feel uneasy.

Chen Jichuan wasn’t offended. He greeted them familiarly one by one. Then, he turned to Fang Chuan, smiling, "I heard, Brother Fang, your archery has improved significantly over the past two years. I hope to spar with you properly sometime. That ’Seven-day Return’ of yours back then was truly impressive to behold."

"You flatter me."

"The ’Gentleman Sword’ is renowned across the Seven States, while Brother Chai, known as ’Round Moon Saber,’ ranked forty-second on the Heavenly List, couldn’t withstand more than a single move from you, Mr. Chen. I, Fang, value my life and only wish to grow old in peace."

Fang Chuan, feeling a sense of shared misfortune with Chai Yingrong after spending several days together, couldn’t help but feel sympathetic. Though he dared not intervene earlier, he wasn’t shy about offering a couple of sarcastic remarks afterward.

"Brother Fang, you’re too modest."

Chen Jichuan grinned, unfazed. Seizing the opportunity, he continued, "I heard rumors about the Sword Ancestor Treasure appearing deep within the Qinling Mountains, so I came to take a look."

Of course, he knew there was no Sword Ancestor Treasure here.

But he couldn’t just admit outright that he was here for the Red Fruit Wine.

That was the truth, yes.

But with the Three Major Sects and the Thirteen Sects going out of their way to dispel this rumor, who would believe it?

A mere independent cultivator like him couldn’t plausibly have uncovered the truth so effortlessly.

If he claimed so, people might connect him to the Three Major Sects and even suspect him of being affiliated with the Taixu Sword Sect, given his remarkable swordsmanship. Who knows?

He wasn’t afraid of such associations.

Having cultivated to the brink of Transforming Strength and nearing the Core Formation Realm, he had no fear of exposure and sufficient power to protect himself.

But over the years, with his straightforward way of doing things, he had offended many during his persistent challenges in pursuit of mastery.

This much was evident from their cold reception today at Golden Corner Mountain—none were willing to engage him.

Should his true affiliations be exposed, it could potentially bring trouble to the Taixu Sword Sect.

Better to keep up the act.

"Sword Ancestor Treasure?"

Before Fang Chuan could respond, Five Cloud Sect Master Dong Qing picked up the topic and laughed bitterly, "So even the mighty ’Gentleman Sword’ has fallen prey to Jianghu’s rumors. There’s no Sword Ancestor Treasure here. We’re merely here for the Red Fruit Wine of Iron Arm Monkey Mountain."

This character’s swordsmanship was extraordinary, his methods ruthless.

It was best not to provoke him unnecessarily and better still to send him on his way.

Dong Qing wasn’t afraid.

But there was no need for confrontation.

"Just Red Fruit Wine?"

Chen Jichuan furrowed his brows slightly, skeptical. His gaze shifted from Dong Qing to Yang Xiong, Liu Hengbo, and Fang Chuan.

Spring Silkworm Sect Leader Liu Hengbo’s booming voice resonated, "Indeed, nothing but Red Fruit Wine. Some lying scoundrel must have fabricated the rumor. If there were truly an Emperor Yong’s Treasure here, would the Guu Family from Southeast Yong State’s Huangtian City or the Xingyi Sect from Northeast Xuzhou have stayed quiet? If there really were a Sword Ancestor Treasure, do you think Master Yangg would have been so generous?"

Compared to Emperor Yong’s Treasure or the Sword Ancestor Treasure, the Iron Arm Monkey Group or Red Fruit Wine was trivial.

Yet no major sects from Central Earth, aside from the nearby Three Sects of Yuezhou, had taken up arms or flocked to the area.

Why?

Because they had already uncovered the truth, calculated it wasn’t worth the effort, and decided against taking action.

Only those wandering Jianghu, easily misled and quick to believe rumors, fell for it.

The true intent of whoever spread these rumors was nothing more than to sow discord and vex the Taixu Sword Sect and the other two major sects.

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