At this moment, Chen Zheng strode in.
“I will participate in the Autumn Hunt. No one can take the hereditary peerage from me. Take your dirty things and get out of the Chen Family.”
Their conversation, even from a distance, could be heard clearly. His fists were clenched tightly, and his gaze fell on Peng Yu.
“Chen Zheng…”
Peng Yu’s eyes narrowed, then focused, revealing a hint of surprise.
Rumors from the outside said that the Son of Marquis Chiye was a good-for-nothing, timid and weak. Now it seemed, the rumors were not entirely true.
As if his Genius halo had been challenged, a strong Killing Intent emanated from Peng Yu’s eyes.
Everyone was stunned, not expecting the always weak and incompetent Chen Zheng to suddenly step forward.
“Chen Zheng, there’s only one month until the Autumn Hunt. How dare a good-for-nothing like you speak so boastfully?”
Peng Yu stood up, a cold Killing Intent radiating from his eyes. From beginning to end, he had never taken Chen Zheng, this good-for-nothing, seriously, believing him to be nothing more than a grasshopper in autumn, making his last struggles.
“In a month, it’s still uncertain who will live and who will die. Now you can all get out. The Chen Family does not welcome you!”
As long as he obtained a large amount of the mysterious liquid, coupled with the Chaos Divine Sky Art, he would surely make rapid progress, improving his Cultivation. In the Autumn Hunt, it was still unknown who would emerge victorious!
“Little bastard, you’re at death’s door, yet you still dare to speak so presumptuously!”
Butler Cao laughed in extreme anger, completely tearing off all pretense, and cursed Chen Zheng as a little bastard.
There were many rumors secretly circulating in Yan City that Chen Zheng was not the Son of Marquis Chiye, saying that his mother had given birth to him with some wild man. This statement thoroughly provoked him. He could be insulted, but if his mother was insulted, death!
“Boom!”
Without any warning, Chen Zheng’s body suddenly vanished from its spot, and his fist heavily struck Butler Cao’s chest. The latter lay on the ground, coughing blood.
The scoundrel, emboldened by Peng Yu’s presence, had been acting arrogantly.
He struck in anger, and coupled with the element of surprise, Butler Cao was sent flying by his punch.
“Say one more word, and believe it or not, I’ll stomp you to death!”
At this moment, Chen Zheng was like a Vicious Beast, exuding an extremely strong Killing Intent. Yang Su stood by, in a dazed state.
After consuming a drop of the liquid and Cultivating for a night, his Realm had climbed to the Peak of Acquired Second Realm, opening one Martial Meridian, and he could step into the Acquired Third Realm at any time.
“Little…”
Butler Cao was about to speak when his chest suddenly tightened. Chen Zheng increased his force, making him show fear and not dare to act rashly. He was merely at the Acquired Third Realm, and such a character was common in Yan City.
Having Cultivated the Chaos Divine Sky Art and consumed the Body Tempering Liquid, his strength had greatly increased, surpassing that of an ordinary Acquired Third Realm. By surprise, he easily captured him.
His right foot pressed down harder and harder, and Butler Cao was too anxious to speak. His face turned livid, he struggled to breathe, on the verge of death, and his gaze turned towards Peng Yu.
“Chen Zheng, how dare you! Attacking Butler Cao, let him go immediately, or believe it or not, I’ll kill you right now.”
Peng Yu was somewhat flustered, startled by Chen Zheng’s decisive nature, and let out a sharp cry, telling him to quickly release Butler Cao.
Wasn’t he a good-for-nothing who couldn’t Cultivate? The power he had just unleashed was comparable to the Acquired Third Realm. A hint of solemnity appeared in Peng Yu’s eyes.
“Kill me?” Chen Zheng turned around and looked at Peng Yu, a hint of mockery flickering in his eyes.
“This old dog has insulted my mother repeatedly. According to the laws of the Great Yuan Kingdom, if a commoner insults a noble, the minor punishment is to have their mouth cut, and the severe punishment is execution. Do you think if I kill him now, according to the national law, will I be guilty?”
When Chen Zheng said these words, even Yang Su couldn’t believe that her son had truly grown up.
A cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Chen Zheng could recite the laws of the Great Yuan Kingdom backwards by the age of three. If he didn’t know them, how would he dare to strike so heavily?
The prestige of Marquis Chiye still remained. Neither the Tian Family nor the Peng Family dared to go too far, at most they would resort to small tricks in secret. They still wouldn’t dare to openly execute Chen Zheng.
Moreover, this was the Chiye Marquis Manor!
Both morally and legally, Chen Zheng held the upper hand at this moment.
His words stumped Peng Yu. Butler Cao appeared incomparably glorious, yet he was not from a famous family, nor the son of a prince or general; he was merely a commoner.
“Chen Zheng, quickly release Butler Cao. I can let bygones be bygones for what just happened!”
His tone softened, no longer as forceful as before. He suppressed his anger, secretly plotting something.
Yang Su looked nervous. He had slapped Butler Cao. The Peng Family was wary of Marquis Chiye and dared not act rashly, but if he actually killed him, things would escalate.
Rumors said that Marquis Chiye had died on the border, but there was no concrete evidence. The Chen Family still commanded a million strong army, guarding the border, which made people wary.
“Apologize to my mother, and I can spare your wretched life!”
Chen Zheng didn’t truly want to kill him; he just wanted to teach him a lesson. Once his strength reached Major Achievement, he would deal with them one by one, trampling them underfoot.
Butler Cao’s eyes flashed with ferocity. Making him apologize was more unbearable than killing him; he had always been high and mighty.
His right foot pressed down harder and harder, his face turning from red to white. The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him, and the fear of death filled his chest. A warm fluid seeped from his crotch down to his pant leg.
“I apologize!”
Everyone fears death. The immense shadow of death finally made him compromise. Peng Yu’s fists clenched tighter and tighter, forcibly suppressing the Killing Intent in his body.
The three words blurted out, and his body relaxed as Chen Zheng threw him outside the main hall.
“Get out!”
He told them to get out of the Chen Family with sharp words.
“Chen Zheng, I’ll remember what happened today. I hope you live well. Don’t disappoint me in a month.”
A blatant threat. As he left, he made a throat-slitting gesture.
“Hmph! I forgot to tell you, don’t bully a young man for being poor. The humiliation of today, I will surely return tenfold in the future!”
Chen Zheng sneered repeatedly.
Looking at Chen Zheng’s appearance, Yang Su became increasingly worried. After her son’s injury this time, he had become somewhat deranged. His behavior just now had frightened her.
After chasing away the Peng Family, the Chen Family temporarily quieted down.
“Mother, from now on, if such people come again, chase them all out. I will not see them!”
Before his mother could speak, Chen Zheng spoke first. His demeanor just now was indeed a bit abnormal, so to prevent his mother from worrying, he returned to his usual self.
The Peng Family and the Tian Family were in cahoots, both were bad news. He secretly kept it in mind; he would settle this score with them sooner or later.
“Zheng’er, tell Mother honestly, are your injuries really fine?”
Yang Su was very open-minded about the peerage. Even if obtained, without absolute strength, it would be a hot potato. As long as Chen Zheng could grow up happily, that was enough.
“Last night I had a dream. I dreamt of an old man with a white beard who guided me in my dream and taught me the method of Cultivation. Now I have shed the name of a good-for-nothing. Father is not home, so from now on, I will support this family.”
Chen Zheng fabricated a benevolent lie. Suddenly being able to Cultivate, his body not only fine but also lively, made Yang Su uneasy.
On the True Martial Continent, what kind of bizarre things hadn’t happened? What Chen Zheng said, though outlandish, was somewhat plausible, so Yang Su didn’t inquire further. It was enough that her son was fine.
Returning to his courtyard, he closed the door, forbidding others from disturbing him.