Extraordinary Comprehension: I Establish an Immortal Villain Family

Chapter 33: Come, Let's Play a Game

Accompanied by a creaking sound, the door to the rockery opened.

Xu Dalong, full of flattery, led the way in front and then stopped in front of Ye Chen, pointing at him and saying, "Third Young Master, this fool is Ye Chen."

After saying this, Xu Dalong scolded Ye Chen, "The Third Young Master is in front of you, why aren't you saluting?"

Ye Chen remained seated cross-legged on the ground, his eyes half-closed, and calmly said, "Third Young Master or Fifth Young Master, I don't know any of them."

After saying this, Ye Chen continued to sit with his usual calm demeanor.

To him, it didn't matter if the person in front of him was from the Immortal family. He was confident because he had Qing'er by his side. His future was boundless, and he was destined to surpass everyone from ancient to present times!

A mere family scion wasn't worth him standing up!

"Presumptuous!"

Xu Dalong was instantly furious. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to teach Ye Chen a lesson.

"Enough, you can leave."

Chen Zhixing glanced at Xu Dalong. After Xu Dalong left, Chen Zhixing's gaze swept over Ye Chen's face and then fell on the rusted ancient sword beside him.

He slowly narrowed his eyes.

"The Immortal Sword, Qingzhi?" Chen Zhixing uttered.

In an instant, Ye Chen's previously calm face changed dramatically.

He stood up with a swish, looking at Chen Zhixing with uncertainty and suspicion, "What did you just say?"

Chen Zhixing didn't respond but his eyes flickered.

Memories of the storyline from the game "Great Cultivation" in his previous life surged up.

If he remembered correctly, in the previous life, one of the nine main storylines featured a destined protagonist who was originally a nobody. He stumbled into an ancient ruin and obtained the Immortal sword Qingzhi. With the guidance of the sword spirit within Qingzhi, he rose in the cultivation world and eventually achieved the position of Sword God!

From his god's perspective in the previous life, Chen Zhixing knew well that this destined protagonist was actually weak. The real strength lay in the Immortal Sword Spirit within Qingzhi!

There were many famous quotes from this Immortal Sword Spirit that were widely circulated.

"Where's your home? Point the way, I'll strike only once."

"Qing'er is invincible, the protagonist can do as he pleases."

"The protagonist can be replaced, but Qing'er must live!"

These phrases showcased the strength and popularity of the Immortal Sword Spirit!

"So, this guy is the destined protagonist?"

Chen Zhixing's eyes flickered as he looked again at the uncertain Ye Chen.

Ye Chen, seeing Chen Zhixing's gaze again, snorted coldly, "I don't care who you are or how you know about Qing'er. I'll give you two choices."

"If you leave now, I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, you're courting death!"

"Court death?"

Chen Zhixing smiled. It seemed this guy was indeed the destined protagonist.

He snapped his white folding fan shut with a swish, his long and clear eyes narrowing with a faint smile, "Then I'll give you a choice too. Hand over this ancient sword, and I'll let you go. How about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen was instantly furious, "Dare to covet Qing'er? You're courting death!"

Bang, bang, bang!

The shackles on his hands and feet all broke.

Ye Chen shouted, "Qing'er, attack!"

Swish!

The ancient sword instantly flew up, releasing terrifying sword energy.

The entire prison room's stone walls cracked with countless fissures!

"Die!"

Ye Chen pressed down heavily.

The ancient sword instantly stabbed towards Chen Zhixing!

Ding—!

A crisp sound rang out.

Chen Zhixing waved his folding fan casually, sending the ancient sword flying. The sword tip embedded half a foot into the ground, the hilt shaking wildly.

"Ye Chen, this person's cultivation is profound, at least at the Spiritual Wandering stage!"

"I've just awakened, I'm no match for him."

"Run quickly."

A tired female voice sounded in Ye Chen's mind.

Ye Chen was momentarily stunned. He didn't expect Qing'er to lose to a young boy.

Reacting quickly, he grabbed the Immortal sword Qingzhi, stomped heavily on the ground, and shot upwards, ready to escape.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Chen Zhixing's long eyes narrowed with a slight smile.

"Innate Qi Hand!"

Boom—!!

In an instant, a golden giant hand condensed out of thin air and pressed down heavily!

This golden hand was enormous, with clear palm lines visible.

As the giant hand pressed down, it blocked all of Ye Chen's escape routes, like a covering sky.

Ye Chen's face changed. He barely had time to look up before the golden hand filled his entire vision, pressing down heavily!

Boom!!!

The ground cracked, bricks and stones flew, and wood fragments scattered.

He was smashed to the ground by the giant hand, spitting a mouthful of blood.

As he tried to move, the giant hand lifted and slammed down again.

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang!!!

A series of heavy thuds echoed, shaking the ground continuously.

When the giant hand finally dissipated, the entire prison was in ruins, split into pieces.

Ye Chen lay limp on the ground like a pile of mud, with most of his bones shattered.

Beside him, the rusted ancient sword was also dim and emitted a low hum of pain.

Chen Zhixing walked forward step by step, bent down, grabbed Ye Chen's disheveled hair, and lifted half of his body from the ground.

The next moment, he brought Ye Chen's head close to his mouth and smiled slightly:

"Come, let's play a game."

"Either you give me this sword and tell me where you got it, and I'll let you go, even gift you a top-tier technique to reach the Spiritual Wandering stage, ten beautiful concubines, and a Spiritual Wandering weapon."

"Or..."

Chen Zhixing whispered, "You choose to die stubbornly, and I'll crush your bones one by one, peel off your skin, and hang it on the city wall to dry, letting the birds peck and ants gnaw."

"I want to see if your bones are tougher, or the torture devices of our Ziwei Chen family."

"Believe me, I'll make it hard for you to die quickly."

As he finished speaking, Chen Zhixing let go, allowing Ye Chen to fall to the ground.

"Come on, I'll give you ten seconds to tell me your answer."

In an instant, Ye Chen, lying on the ground, showed a look of intense struggle.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"…"

Seeing Chen Zhixing truly counting, the struggle on Ye Chen's face quickly turned to terror.

"Ye Chen, don't believe him. This person is ruthless and not a good man! If you reveal the location of the ruin, he'll definitely kill you immediately!"

"If you don't tell, he won't kill you right away! There's still a chance to survive!"

The ancient sword trembled, and the tired female voice kept echoing in Ye Chen's mind.

In an instant, Ye Chen's initial terror turned into struggle again.

"Hmm? Communicating?"

Chen Zhixing's eyes gradually narrowed, looking at the Immortal Sword Qingzhi.