I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 209: A Sword Through the Chest

Young Master Nagisa Shun would never suffer any loss, but now he felt that if he used dragon meat to make up for it, well... he would not lose anything! Even if he turned into a toad, it would not lose anything!
Zhang Chen glanced at Zhu Xun and said with sarcasm: "What do I owe you? It was you who couldn't resist the temptation and had to go. What does it have to do with me?"

Zhu Xun is not a person who is willing to suffer losses, but Zhang Chen is even less willing to suffer losses.

"I don't care. I went there because of the rumors you spread. You have to be responsible for me! You have to take the blame." Nagisa Shun's voice was full of impatience.

The two of them argued all the way, attracting the attention of passers-by. They didn't know who Nagisa Shun was with, and the two of them argued until their faces turned red.

But Zhang Chen was wearing a bamboo hat, so no one knew his identity.

The two walked into the academy, where disciples had already been waiting for them in the mountains and led them to a square.

There is a platform in the center of the square, which is about thirty square meters in size. Below it are stools randomly arranged around it.

At this time, many scholars were already sitting on the benches, whispering in groups of three or five.

As Nagisa Shun came over, the scholars in the field stopped whispering, stood up one by one and saluted Nagisa Shun.

"You look like a decent guy, as if that's the truth! How do you sit?" Zhang Chen glanced at the scholars who were constantly greeting Zhu Xun, and then looked at Zhu Xun.

"Sit anywhere." Zhu Xun's mouth twitched when he heard Zhang Chen's words. He was too lazy to argue with him for fear of losing face, so he replied unhappily, and then led Zhang Chen to find a seat in the first row and sat down.

"If Chen Sanliang loses, what will you do? Will you kill Chen Sanliang?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Break his heart of Taoism and make it impossible for him to recover for seven or eight years. With seven or eight years, someone will naturally study his knowledge thoroughly and even surpass him and replace him." The young master's eyes revealed a greedy look: "This is the knowledge of becoming a saint. There is only one saint in history, Master. Who can not be jealous?"

While the two were talking, they saw people coming in one after another, especially from the Pingbian Palace. There was a middle-aged scholar, dressed neatly and properly, who looked to be in his forties, but had a feminine appearance. He looked almost like a woman, and even more beautiful than an ordinary woman.

This person greeted young Mr. Nagisa Shun from a distance, and young Mr. Nagisa Shun had to stand up and walk forward to talk to him.

Zhang Chen glanced around and saw Zhang Xiaohua from the Pingbian Palace, as well as many scholars he didn't know. Zhang Xiaohua was disfigured, with scars all over his face and one ear missing, looking very ferocious. He walked up to greet Zhu Xun, who then talked to the middle-aged scholar for a few more words before returning to Zhang Chen and saying, "Did you see that scholar?"

"Of course, who is this person? How could he deserve such treatment from you?" Zhang Chen asked in surprise.

"One of the most famous scholars in the world: Mr. Wuliu. He is the top strategist of the Pingbian Palace. He knows astronomy and geography, and his background is unfathomable! I know you have some abilities, but if you meet him in the future, you have to run as far away from him as possible. This person has obtained an ancient divine object with mysterious power. Even Yangshen Zhenren is afraid of him." said the young gentleman.

Zhang Chen took another careful look at Mr. Wuliu: "Is he Zhang Xiaohua's teacher?"

When his Dharma Eyes opened, he saw a flash of white light around him. The white light was sharp and had a metallic color. Even if one just glanced at it, one could not help but feel a stinging pain.

"The Pingbian Palace is really not simple. What is the cultivation level of this Mr. Wuliu?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Your cultivation level is not much different from mine." Zhu Xun said.

"That means he has achieved the Great Perfection of Yin Spirit and has comprehended a little bit of the true meaning of Pure Yang? It's really not easy." Zhang Chen muttered.

At this time, Zhang Chen's eyes turned around and said, "What do you think will happen if we attract all the masters of the Pingbian Palace into the tomb?"

Nagisa Shun was shocked when he heard this: "Boy, don't make trouble! I still want to live a few more years!"

Zhang Chen saw Zhu Xun's frightened look, but he didn't say anything more. He made up his mind to do something big later, and he must surprise everyone.

Not long after, he saw Chen Sanliang coming from outside. His clothes were neatly dressed, but his eyes were a little red and swollen, with obvious dark circles, and it seemed that he had stayed up for several nights.

Zhang Chen saw Chen Sanliang's disciple Chai Chuanxin, who was following Chen Sanliang without changing his expression.

Next to him is his master Han Suzhen. Today, Han Suzhen is dressed in men's clothes, looking clean, refreshed and vigorous.

Chen Sanliang climbed up the platform and stood there expressionlessly. He swept his eyes over everyone and finally landed on the young gentleman. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Just a rat!"

"You bastard..." Zhu Xun was scolded by Chen Sanliang in front of so many people, and he was embarrassed. However, he was the one who plotted against Chen Sanliang first, so he couldn't get angry. He could only say sullenly: "Let's see how long you can be so proud. If you fail in the discussion today, don't blame us for kicking you when you are down."

At this moment, the field suddenly fell silent. No one said a word. They all looked curiously at Chen Sanliang, who was dressed meticulously, and the furious Zhu Xun on the ring.

"Since Chen Sanliang is here, why don't you go up to the stage to discuss the Dao?" someone asked curiously.

"I heard someone say that the academy temporarily changed the person who will discuss the Dao, and the Fifth Master will replace the Little Master to discuss the Dao."

"I see." Someone suddenly realized, "Isn't this just a false alarm from the academy? Is it intentionally misleading Chen Sanliang? Chen Sanliang's homework has been in vain. No wonder he is so angry and starts to argue right away."

"No wonder the young master didn't say anything when Chen Sanliang was scolding him. It turns out he felt guilty."

……

Everyone was not stupid and they were talking about it.

Zhang Chen looked at the young master and saw that he was sitting there calmly, as if he didn't hear the discussion. He couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Aren't you ashamed?"

"Why should I be embarrassed? I didn't suffer any loss! This is an open conspiracy. Chen Sanliang has the ability to replace people! Besides, they can talk about what they want, how can they come up and bite me?" Zhu Xun argued confidently and spoke with confidence.

Zhang Chen was speechless. This guy was thicker-skinned than a city wall. He was truly a top-notch person.

Just as everyone was discussing, someone suddenly shouted:
"Mr. Five is here!"

As the words rang out, everyone looked towards the gate and saw several figures walking towards them. The leader was an old man in his sixties with white hair and beard. He was wearing luxurious clothes with Confucian chapters printed on them. He looked like a walking scripture and was very eye-catching.

Behind the old man were eight young men in their thirties, who looked like his disciples, serving him respectfully.

"Senior brother, you are here at last." When Zhu Xun saw the old man, he put away his nonchalant look and walked up to him.

"I was delayed due to something." said Mr. Wu.

"Hurry up and defeat that madman as soon as possible so that we can go back and have tea early." said Nagisa Shun.

Mr. Wu nodded upon hearing this and walked slowly towards the platform. However, before he could reach the platform, a figure blocked his way.

It’s Han Suzhen!

Han Suzhen, dressed in men's clothing, stood in front of Mr. Wu and respectfully called out, "Mr. Wu."

Mr. Wu looked at Han Suzhen, his eyes showing a trace of reminiscence: "It's you, girl. We haven't seen each other for a few years."

"I hope we never meet in this life." Han Suzhen said.

"It would be nice to never see each other again, but you also know that many things are not decided by us." Mr. Wu said helplessly.

"But you can decide one thing, that is to leave the ring." Han Suzhen said. "Impossible! This is related to the major plans of my academy. Even if your grandfather comes here in person, don't even think about asking me to leave." Mr. Wu shook his head: "You'd better get out of the way. This trend is so inevitable that it can't be stopped by one person."

"We really can't go back." Han Suzhen said.

Mr. Wu shook his head, walked around Han Suzhen and continued walking towards the ring. But just as the two sides crossed each other, Han Suzhen made her move.

A sharp dagger appeared in Han Suzhen's hand at some point, and then the dagger flew through the air and stabbed towards Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu's body was filled with righteousness and his soul power was flowing. He wanted to defend himself, but Han Suzhen's blood and energy burst out, which actually shattered Mr. Wu's protective soul power. Then Mr. Wu felt dizzy and the dagger was already on his neck.

Han Suzhen actually cultivated her qi and blood!

"Han Suzhen, what are you going to do? Do you want to make an enemy of my academy?" The young master became anxious when he saw what was happening.

No one had ever thought that Han Suzhen had actually cultivated qi and blood, and was also a great martial arts master.

"Mr. Wu's strength should be that of the perfect Yin God, but he has not yet produced pure Yang energy. His cultivation progress is a little behind that of Mr. Young." Zhang Chen looked at the changes in the field and made some judgment in his mind.

“If you haven’t attained the state of Yang Spirit if you are suddenly approached by a martial artist who has cultivated Qi and blood, that would be terrible! Mr. Wu in front of us is an example. He is a dignified Yin Spirit, but facing a martial arts master who has just cultivated martial arts Qi and blood, he couldn’t even do anything and had a knife on his neck. It’s better not to practice the great way of soul and spirit, because I still have more magic power. As long as my gold talisman and silver talisman come out, no matter you are a martial artist or soul, as long as your cultivation is not as good as mine, I will put them on you to suppress you.” Zhang Chen secretly slandered in his heart.

Of course, if Mr. Wu was asked to distance himself, the Yin Spirit would have a chance to leave his body, and Han Suzhen would be worn out to death. But the key point now was that Mr. Wu was already close to Han Suzhen, and the Yin Spirit did not dare to leave his body at all. Once the action of leaving his body stimulated Han Suzhen, the opponent's knife would stab him in the neck before he could complete the leaving of his body, and that would be a miserable death.

For the cultivators of the Soul Dao, all the steps from leaving the body to driving the object to possessing the body require the soul to leave the body. Only when one reaches the realm of Yin God can one interfere with matter even if the soul does not leave the body, but the strength that can be exerted is only one tenth of that, and such a little strength is simply not enough to shake Han Suzhen who is blessed by the blood.

"Han Suzhen, what are you doing?" Young Master Zhu Xun was furious. Han Suzhen was his cousin. If the truth was exposed, the Han family would be implicated, and the academy would never let it go! He was anxious at this time, also to pull Han Suzhen back and find a way to make up for the misfortune.

"You can use conspiracy and trickery, but you won't allow me to use my own tricks?" Han Suzhen smiled coldly: "I just want Chen Sanliang to have a fair chance to discuss the Dao. Please come on stage and discuss the Dao."

Upon hearing this, Nagisa Shun said angrily, "I have never heard of anyone forcibly deciding a person's opinion."

"You didn't hear it before because I wasn't there. Now that I'm here, you've heard it, right?" Han Suzhen argued.

"I'm going to the stage to discuss the Dao, and you release Mr. Wu. Mr. Wu is your elder, and you are not allowed to joke with him." Zhu Xun glared at Han Suzhen.

"Just go on stage!" Han Suzhen pressed.

There was a hint of helplessness in Nagisa Xun's eyes. He stood up reluctantly and walked towards the arena, but his movements were very slow. At this time, the guards from the palace who were guarding the arena secretly gathered around from a distance.

"Hurry up and go!" Han Suzhen said unhappily.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xun walked to the bottom of the platform, then paused and looked up at Chen Sanliang above him: "Brother Chen, what do you say?"

Chen Sanliang said expressionlessly: "You also know that I am afraid of my wife. How can I control what my wife does? This woman is very fierce, you know that."

Zhu Xun was so angry that his teeth itched when he heard this: "Chen Sanliang, you are a ruthless person. In order to win the debate, you even gave up your wife."

Zhu Xun is not a fool. Looking at Chen Sanliang's attitude on the stage and then looking at Han Suzhen, how could he not know the other party's plan?
After I launched my conspiracy, the other party simply became unreasonable.

"How did Han Suzhen develop such a strong body?" He was puzzled, and his eyes swept across the crowd and looked at Chai Chuanxin. Chai Chuanxin missed such important information right under Han Suzhen's nose, and such an omission must be blamed on Chai Chuanxin.

Chai Chuanxin and Zhu Xun looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Seeing this, Zhu Xun knew that something unexpected must have happened.

But now is not the time to pursue responsibility. The most important thing right now is to rescue Mr. Wu.

Zhu Xun looked at the distance between himself and Han Suzhen, which was only about three steps away. He thought that his martial arts skills were pretty good, so he took a step forward like a nimble monkey, came to Han Suzhen, and reached out to Han Suzhen's acupoints.

Those who can practice the power of the soul are all great masters who have reached the realm of seeing the gods. Although he did not ignite the blood and qi, he could still contain Han Suzhen.

Han Suzhen was shocked by Zhu Xun's sneak attack. Her blood and energy surged. She punched towards Zhu Xun with a gust of wind, and the air whistled.

Since Han Suzhen mobilized her strength to fight the enemy, her center of gravity would inevitably shift and she would no longer be stable.

"Take action!"

At this time, the guards of the Pingbian Palace took action, and a bunch of hooks and chains flew out of their hands, grabbing Han Suzhen.

"Don't you want to kill Mr. Wu?" Han Suzhen saw this scene with a murderous look on her face. She pulled Mr. Wu's body and wanted to use him to resist, but Mr. Wu had already achieved the Yin God, so how could he not be proficient in martial arts? So he fought back and grabbed Han Suzhen's throat with one claw. He didn't believe that Han Suzhen really had the courage to hurt him!
"I don't believe you dare to hurt Mr. Wu..." Zhu Xun looked at Han Suzhen with a pair of eyes, his eyes were full of determination: "I don't believe that you will implicate your family for a man..."

"court death!"

Before Nagisa Shun finished his words, blood spurted out. One of Mr. Wu's arms was cut off and fell to the ground, with blood spurting out from the wound like a fountain.

The blood splattered all over the faces of the onlookers nearby. Even Zhu Xun was covered in blood. He looked at Han Suzhen with disbelief in his eyes: "Are you crazy? That's Mr. Wu!"

"You forced me to do this!" Han Suzhen's clothes were stained with blood and her eyes were full of murderous intent.

"How will the family behind you face the wrath of the academy? Where do you put your family?" The young gentleman's voice was full of disbelief, and his whole body was shaking.

Everyone knows: Something big has happened!

The fifth teacher of the academy had one of his arms cut off. The sky is falling!
"I don't care about all that. You guys are going too far. We have all fled to the north, but you still won't let us go and have been chasing us all the way. Now you are trying to seize my husband's path, seize the foundation of my husband's holy way, and occupy his eternal reputation. I will never allow you bandits to achieve your goal. Even if I die, I will never help you lowly people!" Han Suzhen's voice was full of coldness.

Zhang Chen in the crowd was also stunned at this time, his eyes full of disbelief: "Han Suzhen actually did this for Chen Sanliang?"

Turning his head to look at Chen Sanliang, he saw that Chen Sanliang on the high platform had his fists clenched, veins bulging on his forehead, but he didn't say a word.

Zhang Chen stood in the crowd in silence.

"Don't hurt my master's wife! Don't hurt my master's wife!"

At this moment, Chai Chuanxin came out from the crowd and rushed to Han Suzhen's side: "Master's wife, let me lend you a hand!"

"Chuanxin, don't get involved. You are the fruit of your master's labor, and you carry the destiny of a lineage. You must not get involved in such matters." Han Suzhen saw Chai Chuanxin rushing over and hurriedly tried to dissuade him, but her mind was distracted while she was speaking.

At this time, Mr. Wuliu on the side saw the opportunity and took action. He used his soul to control the object, and a chain flew up and was taken towards Han Suzhen.

Han Suzhen's blood and energy can scatter the soul, but the chain is five or six meters long, and Mr. Wuliu only holds one end with his soul. Although Han Suzhen's blood and energy are strong, the deterrence range is only two meters around her body.

Han Suzhen quickly raised her fist to face the chain that was like a spirit snake, and turned her back to Chai Chuanxin. But who knew that the next moment, a sharp knife pierced Han Suzhen's chest.

The tip of the knife was so sharp that even though it pierced through the chest, there was not a drop of blood on it.

(End of this chapter)