Chapter 52: A Peaceful Life Is Hard-Won!

"Puff!"

Facing this dragon-like oppressive force, Zhao Peng spat out a mouthful of blood directly.

Boundless terror and shock revealed themselves within his pupils.

Staring at the figure gradually approaching him, Zhao Peng sensed the fear of death for the very first time.

He wanted to flee, only to discover that no matter how hard he tried to exert his strength, he could not move a single finger.

For the sake of a Saint Beast core, he never expected to stake his life on it!

Zhao Peng was filled with regret!

However, matters had reached this stage, and there was no turning back.

"I don't like to stir up trouble, so when Chen Han and He Guan provoked me outside the courtyard, I refused to fight or respond until they humiliated my sister... You probably don't know that my sister and I depend on each other for survival; she is my only living family member."

Lin Chen narrated this calmly.

Zhao Peng's heart pounded with panic as he frantically raced his mind, trying to think of a way out.

"And you, you actually dared to lay a hand on my sister—that is even more unforgivable!"

Lin Chen took a step forward, clenched his fist into a heavy strike, and smashed it viciously into Zhao Peng's chest!

With just a single blow, his heart meridian was shattered to pieces!

Of course, merely shattering his heart meridian would not cause Zhao Peng to die instantly.

He would only endure infinite agony while bitterly awaiting the arrival of death!

"Killing you alone does not appease my anger. I will also find time to wipe out your heinous clan. After all, you and your paternal uncle are both scum, and your entire family is made up of scum. The best way to deal with scum is to kill them!"

Lin Chen looked down at Zhao Peng from a towering height.

It was strikingly similar to the moment back then when he stood upon the back of the Black Feather, looking down upon him from above.

"Puff!"

Zhao Peng wanted to say something in anger, but the excruciating pain almost caused him to faint.

"I am merely an ordinary outer sect disciple who only wants to cultivate in peace. Anyone who attempts to disrupt my peaceful life must die."

After uttering these words, Lin Chen turned abruptly and left.

Only Zhao Peng remained, struggling in a pool of blood!

A demon!

This person was simply a demon!

A few breaths later, amidst intense agony, Zhao Peng breathed his last.

Carrying a basket of vegetables in his hand, Lin Chen wore a radiant smile on his face. "Sis, I'm back."

In the courtyard, Su Yuwei was sitting and chatting with Lin Ning'er.

Lin Ning'er was holding the sword gifted by Su Yuwei, practicing her swings with it.

"I'm growing more and more fond of this sword. It feels as though I share a deep telepathic connection with it!"

Lin Ning'er revealed a yearning expression. "I really wish I could cure this cold poison quickly so that I can start practicing swordsmanship! By the way, Suyu, was what you said earlier about me becoming a powerful sword cultivator true or false?"

"True."

Su Yuwei maintained a languid expression, taking a sip of wine with an indifferent attitude. "This is already the eleventh time you've asked. Aren't you annoying?"

Lin Ning'er's pretty face flushed red. "It's just that I lack confidence, and I don't know anything about cultivation... Also, who is going to teach me sword techniques when the time comes? None of you seem to know any sword techniques."

"The manual contains them; go learn them yourself."

Because of the wine, Su Yuwei's lovely face also held a trace of a rosy glow.

The two young women sat within the gazebo, their beauty distinct and captivating.

Seeing that neither of them paid him any attention, Lin Chen could only sigh and head to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Having grown up without anyone to care for them, and with their grandfather being mysterious and constantly missing, both Lin Chen and his sister Lin Ning'er possessed exceptional culinary skills.

Lin Chen cooked a meal for three.

The dishes were served.

"I wouldn't have thought you knew how to cook."

Su Yuwei raised an eyebrow, a clear hint of curiosity resting between her brows.

Lin Chen introduced the dishes one by one. "Junior Sister, this is spirit rice that I specifically spent money to buy; it's filled with spiritual energy! And this wine, I paid a high price for it—aged ten years!"

"Not bad, you still have a bit of conscience."

Su Yuwei's beautiful eyes narrowed, seemingly smiling, though the curve of her lips was far too slight.

Still, compared to her initial detachment and languor, Su Yuwei's words had noticeably increased nowadays.

"Was the trip to buy groceries smooth today?"

Su Yuwei asked out of nowhere.

Lin Chen smiled knowingly. "Alright, quite smooth."

He knew that the other party was asking about the process of killing Zhao Peng!

When entering and leaving the courtyard earlier, Lin Chen had sensed a formidable aura lingering near the courtyard all along.

Presumably, it must have been a guard arranged by Su Yuwei for his sister.

She had indeed helped him and his sister immensely, and the only repayment he could offer was to cultivate diligently.

"Su Huanxue has broken through again."

Su Yuwei casually brought up a topic. "She must have obtained some stroke of fortune, breaking the Wind Sword Sect's long-standing record for prodigies in one fell swoop. Now she and Chen Lingfeng are hailed as the golden boy and jade girl of the Wind Sword Sect, and even Feng Yu's momentum has been suppressed."

Lin Ning'er's smile froze, and she hurriedly cast a sidelong glance to observe Lin Chen.

She knew how much her younger brother hated Su Huanxue!

Yet this Suyu deliberately brought these things up right in front of him.

"Is that so? I really look forward to running into them soon."

Lin Chen shoveled a couple of mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, looking completely unconcerned.

Presently, his mind was exceptionally clear: he would walk his own path of cultivation!

As for the fortuitous encounters of others, he would pay them no mind!

When the time came to exchange blows, who was strong and who was weak would be completely revealed.

"That Chen Lingfeng is somewhat extraordinary. His conduct is extremely mysterious, and his background is a complete blank. In my opinion, he probably doesn't belong to the region of the Five Nations."

Su Yuwei set down her rice bowl, took a sip of wine, her breath sweet like orchids. "There will inevitably be a battle between the Wind Sword Sect and the Scorched Fire Sect!"

"Rest assured, with me here, our sect will definitely win."

Lin Chen waved his hand with a confident expression.

"Lin Chen, I want to eat!"

As soon as he stepped into the cultivation chamber, he heard Tun Tun complaining.

Ever since it unsealed to the fifth rank, Tun Tun's appetite had grown significantly.

Left with no choice, Lin Chen had applied to the treasury for spiritual jade several times just to barely manage its meals.

However, despite its massive appetite, its cultivation speed was equally astonishing!

Peaceful days always passed quickly.

Three days later, when the news of Zhao Peng's death reached the sect, Lin Chen clearly sensed that the atmosphere within the sect had changed.

Especially those outer sect disciples; everyone gave him a wide berth whenever they saw him.

Every outer sect elder cast strange looks in his direction.

Xu Kun came looking for him several times, beating around the bush in an attempt to extract some valuable information.

Elder Zhao went completely berserk, wanting to storm his courtyard directly, only to be beaten back by Lian Qing.

Lin Chen sighed; a peaceful life was indeed hard-earned!

Every single day was worth cherishing!

In the blink of an eye, the day of the sect grand competition arrived!

In the three months from entering the sect to the grand competition, many events had transpired both inside and outside the sect.

First was Lin Chen's five bell tolls, which stirred up dissatisfaction among many outer sect disciples; then He Guan and Chen Han clamored to issue challenges, only to be ambushed and killed outside the sect. Following that, Lin Chen charged into the inner sect to crush Zhao Peng, culminating in Zhao Peng's assassination...

This series of events heavily hammered the hearts of those outer sect disciples.

At noon, in the square of the Scorched Fire Sect, a vast sea of people filled the area.

Over a hundred outer sect disciples gathered in the square, awaiting the commencement of the sect grand competition.

Lin Chen arrived last, his face full of remorse.

He cupped his fists repeatedly in apology. "Apologies, apologies, I overslept."

Yet, not a single person dared to utter even half a word of reproach against Lin Chen.