Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 80 It doesn't matter, the sect doesn't care.

The one who spoke was the young swordsman with a face full of acne scars. At this moment, his tone was sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Someone recognized Song Shen and said, "Isn't this the notorious arrestee Song Shen? Is this a place for you?"

Have these bootlickers gone mad?

Song Shen frowned and said, "I was ordered to come here to maintain order, not to watch the song and dance. Please don't take offense, Lady Liu."

Liu Rufei was on the verge of tears, looking utterly humiliated.

A bitch, she's just being pretentious...

Little did he know that Liu Rufei had been adored by thousands since her debut, and her appearances cost far more than ordinary people could imagine. This time, the Huang family had spent a fortune, only to have such a spoilsport arrive, which naturally made them very resentful.

"A mere captain? How laughable! We, the people of our sect, are gathered here to roam the martial world. Who do you think you are? Maintaining order here? How ridiculous! Now kowtow to Master Liu and crawl out of here. Otherwise, your official robes will have no effect on me. I am Chu Yan of the Chu family of Fucheng."

Song Shen didn't recognize the Chu family, but this kid seemed to have been rigorously trained since childhood and had never really been involved in the martial arts world.

"Who do you think you are?" Song Shen glanced at the man sideways.

Cao Yu looked coldly at the man and said, "I summoned you. If you have any objections, you can tell me directly."

Upon seeing Cao Yu, a swordsmanship genius and local strongman of Xinyu City, this talented man from the Chu family hesitated. He was indeed from the Chu family of Fucheng, but only from a collateral branch.

When you're out in the world, you have to give yourself an identity. Few people are afraid of the Chu family name, but he didn't dare to talk to this girl who had the potential to become a promising immortal in the Ziyang Sect.

"I've heard that you, Song Shen, were merely a lowly servant who received great favors and donned an official's robe, acting arrogantly and domineeringly. Now that we are here, do you still intend to rely on your master's power and flaunt your authority?"

Chu Yan pointed his spear and cursed loudly.

really,

Once you're labeled a lackey, that status will stay with you forever. No matter what situation you reach, others will use it as a birthmark to attack you.

Just like the so-called small-town test-takers in my previous life.

Song Shen was feeling quite angry.

What is my identity?

An invincible genius beyond compare.

Can he swallow this insult? He just learned the Indestructible Golden Body technique.

Next second,

The powerful whirlwind disappeared from Song Shen's location and entered Chu Yan's private room.

Chu Yan's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly made a move. He was no ordinary person, but a sword genius from Feixue Manor. The moment his large hand gripped the hilt of the sword, layers of sword light were released, weaving a powerful sword net and emitting a thrilling sword energy.

A large hand reached forward and slammed onto the sword.

The explosive, spiraling force drilled into the arm, piercing through tendons and bones, almost causing a brief power outage in the nerves of the arm muscles.

The sword net shattered instantly, and the sword tips trembled and hummed as they pierced out.

Song Shen flicked his finger, and Chu Yan groaned as his longsword flew out of his hand, shooting out with a cry of surprise and disappearing into a large pillar inside the pavilion.

"Where...where is my sword?"

A breath later, a large hand grabbed the back of his collar and flung him outwards, sending the swordsman from Flying Snow Manor sprawling face-first onto the ground like a dog eating shit.

"You all saw it; he drew his sword first. According to the laws of my Great Yong Dynasty, anyone who dares to attack an official shall be punished with at least fifty strokes of the cane."

In the blink of an eye, Chu Yan tried to get up, only to find himself bound hand and foot, and the thing binding him was his own belt.

He tried to struggle to get up, but found that his pants were falling down uncontrollably.

The young master of the Chu family was furious, for his husband was like an unbreakable sword.

"You vile lackey! You dog of a lackey! How dare you humiliate me like this! A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!"

Chu Yan let out a wild cry, his eyes almost bleeding.

For many years, he had been diligently practicing swordsmanship in the manor, and finally achieved great success. His cultivation had reached the Pure Void Realm of Marrow Cleansing, and he had also begun to comprehend the Flying Snow and Falling Wood Sword Technique. He truly deserved the title of genius.

Hearing that the dragons of Feilong Mountain had turned over, he was restless and eager to make a move. His uncle believed that he had achieved some success and it was time for him to experience the trials and tribulations of the martial world. Just now, seeing so many disciples of various sects here, he stood out from the crowd and defeated a vicious constable with a single word. He wondered how impressive that would be.

And then suddenly he was lying face down on the ground?

Looking around at the many young people who had just been echoing him, the disappointment and disdain that inadvertently appeared in their eyes made him feel extremely embarrassed and humiliated.

The disciples from various sects present were utterly horrified.

What?

Why is this Chu banquet so ineffective?

How could such a powerful sword technique be so easily disarmed by Song Shen's simple palm technique?

A swordsman,

To have one's sword stolen like this is an utter disgrace.

"Oh? You'd rather be killed than humiliated?"

Song Shen's cold gaze fell upon Chu Yan.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

"Okay, this is what you asked for."

The thick-backed broadsword was slowly drawn from its sheath, and a thunderous black light slashed through the air.

This strike felt like it came from hell.

"You are dead."

The cold voice fell, pronouncing his death sentence.

Chu Yan slowly closed his eyes, never expecting to die in this way. He could only wait for death. This blow came too quickly, and now no one could save him.

however,

"I'm not dead?"

After closing his eyes for a long time, Chu Yan realized that he was still alive.

"Is my head still there?"

He touched his head and found that the crown on his head had been cut off, but his head was still on his neck.

call--

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he had escaped a disaster.

But when he opened his eyes and looked around, he noticed that everyone else was trying not to laugh and immediately sensed something was wrong.

wrong,

Something must be wrong.

He slowly lowered his head and saw the wet stains slowly flowing down his crotch.

I was so scared that I wet my pants?

A genius swordsman from a prestigious family and a major sect actually showed such a disgraceful side when faced with death!

At that moment, he knew that his journey down the mountain was over, and that there would never be a place for him in this vast world.

Song Shenyou's eyes swept around. "You were there too, speaking rudely just now. The Great Yong Dynasty has laws that punish those who insult court officials with five days of detention and fifty lashes. Will you surrender yourself, or will I arrest you?"

The young swordsman who had just echoed Chu Yan angrily retorted, "Song Shen, don't push your luck! There are many other experts here; don't think you can act with impunity!"

Song Shen shook his head and disappeared from the spot.

"Dare you!"

The young man realized how powerful Song Shen was, and suddenly drew his longsword, unleashing a burst of energy that roared like a gale.

Fill it with true power!

The sky was still filled with the shadows of palms.

Song Shen threw himself into the sword net, cutting off the tip of the sword with one palm, breaking the root of the sword with the second palm, and with the third palm, the long sword let out a mournful cry, flew out of his hand, and in the young man's horrified eyes, the iron palm was imprinted on his face.

His bloodied front tooth flew out instantly.

Song Shen also felt a little apologetic. He had been practicing some body-strengthening martial arts and had been too rough with his attacks, knocking out the front tooth of someone else's little genius. It seemed he couldn't let this go easily; perhaps he should just chop him up.

It is precisely the missing element of the Dao that brings about the result.

When this thought arose, Song Shen thought he had been possessed by the evil spirit of the system. How could a peace-loving and humanitarian person like himself have such an evil thought?

However, this guy is just a complete weakling.

Killing it wouldn't grant much lifespan, so it's not even worth killing.

Using the same trick again, Song Shen quickly tied the man up and threw him out the window.

Just then, Liu Shuisheng and Zhang Baolu returned from their patrol and, seeing the scene, rushed in. "Sir, is there something wrong?"

Song Shen waved his hand and said, "Take down these two scoundrels who are disturbing the peace, speaking rudely, and insulting officials of the imperial court!"

"Yes, sir!!"

The two constables didn't care about anything else; since Lord Song had spoken, they had to do as he said without question.

The entire room fell silent for a moment, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

clap clap.

The sound of clapping began.

A handsome and extraordinary young man slowly walked out from behind Huang Xuanzhen's room.

"Song Shen, right? I'm starting to admire you a little now."

Song Shen glanced at the man.

In fact, he had noticed this person as soon as he came in. Among this group of so-called sect geniuses, this person stood out from the crowd, possessing the greatest strength. He had already achieved a high level of skill at the Blood Purification level and was very close to the Innate Realm.

but,

Song Shen did not take it seriously.

Earthen chickens and clay dogs

This isn't a comment directed at any one person, but rather that everyone here is utterly worthless, except for our beloved Third Miss, of course.

"Who are you?"

The young man chuckled: "Listen carefully! I am Chen Huaifeng, a promising immortal from the previous generation of the Ziyang Sect. This time, I have been ordered to descend the mountain with my Uncle-Master, the Guide, to select promising immortals and bring them back to the sect. As for you, Song Shen, although you come from humble origins, your courage is commendable, and you possess extraordinary martial prowess. You can come with me to see my Uncle-Master, the Guide, and I will give you a chance to rise above your humble origins!"

Over there, Cao Yu slowly sat up straight, not expecting such a turn of events.

She was already prepared to rescue Song Shen after he was surrounded, but instead this fairy was recruiting Song Shen.

The humiliation suffered by the two disciples of Cangyun Sect and Feixue Manor was nothing more than a comedy in the eyes of this Ziyang Sect Immortal Seed.

Similarly, Song Shen wanted to laugh when he heard this.

Aristocratic families and sects.

The eldest son of the past was like this, the genius of the Chu family just now was like this, and the current promising young master of the Ziyang Sect is also like this.

How can this group of people let go of their vain, condescending gaze?

Chen Huaifeng frowned.

Killing intent?

He sensed a faint killing intent emanating from Song Shen.

Chen Huaifeng immediately became interested. He didn't feel any danger at all. Instead, he was curious about the arrogance displayed by this lone wolf who came from a slave background.

"Not interested."

Song Shen glared at her, lowered his eyelids, and stepped out the door.

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble or create chaos will be dealt with according to the law!"

Leaving those words behind, Song Shen led the two unlucky guys away.

The heavy pressure seemed to vanish in an instant.

"Song Shen is so cruel and arrogant; he will surely suffer a terrible fate!"

"Exactly, what's with the swagger? A lackey is always a lackey!"

"..."

Amidst the shouts and curses, Huang Xuanzhen asked in a deep voice, "How can you tolerate that guy's arrogance, Senior Brother? This is disrespectful to you, and also to the sect!"

Chen Huaifeng smiled nonchalantly: "Disrespect the sect? Him? How can an ant dare to look down on the heavens? The anger of the weak is nothing but a joke."

After he finished speaking, he explained, "If I were to make a move, I could capture him in an instant. However, the sect has repeatedly emphasized that we should not arbitrarily clash with the imperial court unless absolutely necessary. I have important matters to attend to here, so let's leave it at that for now!"

Over there, Cao Yu stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Chen."

"Is it Junior Sister Cao?" Chen Huaifeng asked with a smile.

Cao Yu paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Song Shen comes from a poor family and is occasionally arrogant, but I am willing to try to persuade him again. I would appreciate it if Senior Brother Chen could reserve a chance for him..."

Chen Huaifeng said lightly, "There's no chance anymore. If you refuse once, you'll never have another chance."

He said no more explanation.

Cao Yu pursed her red lips. "He...is exceptionally talented; given time..."

Chen Huaifeng said decisively, "It doesn't matter, the sect doesn't care."