Full-Time Magister: One System, One Forbidden Spell, the Strongest Divine Gift

Chapter 63 I'm going to bully your Zhou family today, what are you going to do about it?
“Since you insist on seeking death,” Chen Yuan sighed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, “then I will grant your wish.”

Sure enough, the old saying goes.

The more privileged and dissolute a person is, the more foolish they are.

The young master of the Zhou family in front of me is practically got the phrase "foolish and rich" written all over his face.

Chen Yuan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

He didn't want to see bloodshed in the Mu family, but there were always people eager to die.

--boom! !
The void suddenly twisted, and a suffocating pressure crushed Zhou Youhong like a mountain.

"Wait a minute! Councilor Chen! This is all a misunderstanding!!"

Mr. Zhou finally woke up with a start, his face turning deathly pale.

The portrait that the family had been urgently circulating in the morning suddenly came to mind: the newly promoted council member, whose identity was marked with a red circle by the family head as "absolutely not to be provoked".

Who would have thought that in just half a day, their own fool would run right into this god of death!
"Only now you're thinking of begging for mercy?" Chen Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and his slender fingers gently tapped.

"It's too late."

Click.

The crisp snap of the fingers sounded like a death knell.

Zhou Youhong's pupils contracted sharply as he watched helplessly as his body shattered into pieces like broken porcelain.

Even more terrifying was that he felt no pain whatsoever; the power of space had already torn his nerves and flesh apart.

"Father! Save me!!" The heart-wrenching wail finally tore away the mask of arrogance.

Only at this moment did he truly understand that when the person before him said he wanted him dead, it was no joke.

"You Hong!"

Mr. Zhou's eyes were bloodshot, but he could only stand frozen in place.

The spatial ripples swirling around Chen Yuan's fingertips had already sealed off all possibilities of rescue.

This newly elected member of parliament is like a sword drawn from its sheath, needing a head to sacrifice for its cause.

If anyone's to blame, it's my own fool for running into the very moment when the blade is at its sharpest.

Zhou Youhong's screams abruptly stopped, and in the instant he turned into a cloud of blood mist, Mr. Zhou's whole body trembled violently.

He suddenly realized: This wasn't just making an example of someone; Chen Yuan was clearly trying to trample on the Zhou family's reputation and erect the first monument in the capital!

Chen Yuan slowly turned around, his clothes fluttering even without wind, his icy gaze as sharp as a knife against Mr. Zhou's throat.

"Want revenge?" A mocking smile played on his lips, lingering spatial ripples on his fingertips. "I'll be waiting."

Mr. Zhou's knees went weak and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He saw the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in Chen Yuan's eyes; those were the eyes of someone who had truly walked out of the killing field.

“The rules of aristocratic families,” Chen Yuan suddenly chuckled, his laughter laced with venom, “aren’t these the tricks you’re best at? Wagging your tails and begging for mercy when you encounter tigers and wolves, and baring your fangs when you meet lambs.”

He walked slowly forward, each step seeming to pound on Mr. Zhou's heart: "Today is just playing this game with you using the rules you set."

Space distorted around Chen Yuan, crushing the last three words, "very fair," into the most biting mockery.

"Chen Yuan! Don't push your luck!"

Zhou Wen's eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently, and his voice was filled with suppressed rage: "You Hong is already dead at your hands, do you still want to wipe out my Zhou family?!"

He stared intently at Chen Yuan, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that was almost tangible.

Just as the murderous intent surged, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of the scapegoat perched on Chen Yuan's shoulder, and an invisible mark of calamity quietly landed on Zhou Wen.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan couldn't help but chuckle, casually dusting off his sleeves: "Zhou Youhong offended me first. I just killed a fool and said a few words of truth, and you can't even stand it?"

He walked slowly forward, each step seeming to tread on Zhou Wenxin's heart:
"Don't even mention you, even if your family head came in person," the voice suddenly turned cold, "he would have to respectfully address me as Councilor Chen Yuan. You, Zhou Wen, a mere high-level mage, dare to be so insolent before me?"

In an instant, a vast and unfathomable spiritual pressure erupted, and Zhou Wen was struck as if by lightning. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily against the courtyard wall.

"boom--!"

The entire courtyard was shaken, and the wind chimes on the eaves swayed wildly, making rapid, crisp sounds.

When Mu Ningxue and Mu Zhuoyun arrived at the scene, they saw Chen Yuan standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering even though there was no wind.

Beneath the courtyard wall, Zhou Wen coughed up blood and struggled desperately to get up.

"Nephew, what is this?" Mu Zhuoyun looked at the mess on the ground with surprise and doubt.

When Chen Yuan turned around, the cold glint in his eyes had vanished, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips:
"It's nothing, I just chased away an annoying mosquito."

He casually dusted off his sleeves. "That beast tried to suck my blood, so I just slapped it to death."

"Oh, I see." Mu Zhuoyun suddenly understood, and then quickly called to Chen Yuan, "Let's not talk about this for now. Ning Xue, you chat with Chen Yuan for a while, I'll go make a pot of tea."

"Hmm." Mu Ningxue nodded, only then realizing a powerful spiritual pressure.

Chen Yuan must have been fighting someone just now.

But who is that person?
Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it so much.

Mu Ningxue quickly collected her thoughts.

Since Chen Yuan was unwilling to elaborate, she naturally wouldn't ask further. Sometimes, knowing too much is not a good thing.

the other side.

Zhou Wen staggered to his feet, not even bothering to wipe the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His bloodshot eyes stared intently at Chen Yuan as if they were poisoned.

"Chen Yuan! I, Zhou Wen, will remember this humiliation!"

He growled through gritted teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The eerie mark of calamity loomed between his brows, making his ferocious face appear even more terrifying.

He must tell the head of the family about this, and then let the head of the family punish this arrogant fellow who really thinks he can do whatever he wants in the capital just because he is a member of parliament.

Zhou Wen stumbled into the Zhou family's council hall, his robes stained with blood and his face contorted in pain.

He knelt down in front of Zhou Tai with a thud, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Patriarch! That Chen Yuan... that Chen Yuan is simply too much!"

He recounted the whole story with tears streaming down his face, trembling as he spoke with great indignation.

The calamity mark between his brows flickered with his emotions, appearing particularly eerie.

Zhou Tai sat upright in the main seat, his knuckles rhythmically tapping the gilded armrest.

After Zhou Wen finished speaking, he slowly opened his half-closed eyes, a cold glint flashing in them: "What a Chen Yuan."

The teacup in my hand silently turned to dust, and the scalding tea dripped through my fingers.

Zhou Tai, however, seemed oblivious, coldly stating, "Killing someone is merely a matter of a head falling to the ground; how dare he humiliate my Zhou family like this?"

The temperature inside the hall dropped sharply, and several elders unconsciously shrank their necks.

They knew that the patriarch was truly enraged.

Little did they know, calamity had already marked them without their knowledge.
Just as Zhou Tai was about to speak.

A loud voice rang out from outside the Zhou family's gate:

"The trial will conduct a routine inspection; no one inside is allowed to make any rash moves!"

(End of this chapter)