Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family
Chapter 82: Return! The Sail That Adapts to the Wind!

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Return! The Sail That Adapts to the Wind!

The entire summit of Celestial River Mountain had, unknown when, fallen into complete silence.

Chai Qingchi and the gathered swordsmen all widened their eyes, shocked as they looked toward Chen Zhixing on the deck.

Chen Zhixing’s gaze remained composed, and he turned to look at Shanyang, Xuu Li, and the others on the deck, unable to suppress a faint sigh in his heart.

By all rights, these people were caught in the calamity because of him.

He did not consider himself a sympathetic person, yet he didn’t wish to see unrelated people suffer because of him.

"Leave Youzhou, go as far as you can."

With a casual wave of his fingers, Chen Zhixing instantly unleashed sword qi, severing the Dragon-Binding Locks on Shanyang and the others.

Three pills popped out from Chen Zhixing’s sleeve and fell before the three.

Xuu Li and Bai Ling trembled, saying nothing, not even daring to look at Chen Zhixing.

Only Shanyang’s throat rolled as he couldn’t help but say, "Brother Bai, will we have the chance to meet again in the future?"

"There should be, right?" Chen Zhixing smiled slightly.

He flicked his finger.

Boom!!

A strand of Divine Thought suddenly surged into Shanyang’s mind.

Shanyang only felt his mind tremble, followed by an ocean of Sword Dao knowledge exploding within.

This was not a sword technique but rather the vast insights into the Sword Dao from that Ancient Sword God.

To Chen Zhixing, this was actually more precious than the Flying Flower Sword Dao, from a certain perspective.

After finishing all this.

Chen Zhixing hesitated no more; stepping forward, he immediately transformed into a streak of multicolored light, disappearing into the vast night sky.

Shanyang shook all over, coming back to his senses, looked toward the direction in which Chen Zhixing had departed, and suddenly couldn’t help but shout out:

"Brother Bai, the next time we meet, I will definitely be stronger than I am today!!"

In the boundless night sky, no one answered him.

Only then did the gathered swordsmen of Celestial River Mountain finally come back to their senses!

Immediately.

Boom!!

The originally silent Celestial River Mountain instantly erupted!!

"This Young Sect Leader is the sole heir of the Haori Sword Sect’s Master, exceptionally favored, yet he’s perished here on Celestial River Mountain...fear this will incite major trouble!!"

An elderly swordsman, well-versed in the affairs of the Haori Sword Sect, said tremblingly.

In no time, Celestial River Mountain was thrown into an uproar!

...

...

In a blink.

Three days passed like the snap of fingers.

During these three days, the news of Sword Tao Grandmaster Zhao Chengsheng’s defeat and the death of Haori Sword Master’s sole heir blew through all of Youzhou like a hurricane.

Instantly, the entire Youzhou territory was shaken!

Some found it unbelievable, while others secretly rejoiced, clapping their hands in approval.

In summary, thousands faced it with mixed reactions, differing attitudes to the matter.

But no matter what, a name—’Bai Shi’—emerged suddenly, gaining widespread fame!

Meanwhile.

Thousands of miles from Youzhou, in Yanzhou.

Near Ziwei Mountain.

A black four-wheeled carriage traveled steadily towards Ziwei Mountain.

Having already removed his mask, Chen Zhixing, in snow-white robes, with a clear and unparalleled face, sat inside the carriage with eyes closed in contemplation.

"Young Master, ahead is Ziwei Mountain."

The coachman shouted from outside.

"Hmm."

Chen Zhixing opened his eyes and nodded.

In these three days, apart from traveling, Chen Zhixing spent most of his time reflecting on the details of the battle against the Sword Tao Grandmaster Zhao Chengsheng.

"The power was ample, but the details were lacking; otherwise, relying solely on the Flying Flower Sword Tao, I could have easily defeated him."

Chen Zhixing shook his head slightly, feeling somewhat regretful.

If that battle had lasted a bit longer, perhaps he could have completely condensed his Sword Heart and truly stepped into the Fourth Realm of Sword Tao.

About an hour later.

The carriage arrived at Ziwei Mountain.

"Young Master, we are here."

The curtain was lifted; a middle-aged man with an honest face smiled politely at Chen Zhixing.

"Alright, thank you."

Chen Zhixing smiled, took a hefty piece of silver from his sleeve, placing it on the seat.

Then, Chen Zhixing disembarked from the carriage and headed towards the Ziwei Mountain Gate.

At the mountain gate.

An elder donned in colorful attire had already gotten wind and was waiting.

"Third Young Master!"

Elder Nether greeted Chen Zhixing from afar, and as he approached, walked alongside him while speaking in a low voice: "Third Young Master, did you return smoothly? Did you encounter the First Peak Master?"

"Chen Tianxiong?"

Chen Zhixing was slightly taken aback, raised his eyebrows, and said, "What about him?"

Elder Nether glanced around before speaking softly: "You don’t know, but in the past few days, Chen Tianxiong has been stirring up turmoil within the family. Especially when he learned that the Patriarch handed the family’s mineral veins over to the Third Peak, he almost turned the family upside down.

Moreover, he’s convinced that his son Chen Zhaosheng’s death is related to you, claiming he will find you to thoroughly investigate and bring the truth to light.

The Patriarch spoke a few words to him, after which he stormed out of the Chen Family, whereabouts unknown."

"The Patriarch feared he might trouble you, so he ordered me to wait at the mountain gate. If anything unexpected happens, I’d be here to intervene."

"Is that so?"

Chen Zhixing furrowed his brow upon hearing this, then pondered aloud: "I haven’t seen him during my journey."

"That’s good."

Elder Nether breathed a sigh of relief; he wasn’t familiar with Chen Tianxiong and certainly had no personal dealings.

Yet as a member of the Chen Family, he didn’t wish to witness internal strife or see familial bloodshed.

Such things only bring pain to the kin and joy to the enemies.

"Let’s go; the Patriarch is waiting for you in the main hall."

"Alright." Chen Zhixing nodded, though his thoughts were somewhat unsettled.

Chen Tianxiong is known for seeking vengeance for every grievance, and now he suspects Zhixing; he certainly won’t rest easily.

Though Chen Zhixing isn’t afraid, he doesn’t wish to have such a ticking time bomb constantly near him.

During their conversation, they traversed through peaks and clouds, finally arriving at the main hall of the Nine Peaks of Ziwei.

Inside the hall.

Chen Daoyan sat at the head, with other family elders seated on each side, discussing something.

Seeing Elder Nether and Chen Zhixing arriving.

Chen Daoyan ceased the discussion and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, let’s stop here for today."

"Yes!"

The assembled elders nodded, bowing before leaving the hall.

Upon seeing Chen Zhixing outside the hall, their steps halted, warmly greeting him.

"Third Young Master."

"Third Young Master has returned; do visit me for tea when you have time."

"Third Young Master still doesn’t have a mount, right? I recently captured a Cyan Feathered Divine Bird of the Divine Travel Realm, particularly excellent in speed. You can come and see if you fancy it, if so, I’ll gift it to you."

"Our Chen Family has Flying Ships, why do we need mounts that make your back ache? Third Young Master should visit me. I have several untouched flower maidens. Not only are their appearances remarkable, but they are naturally fragrant, with skin as fine as white jade, perfect for warming your bed."

The gathered family elders smiled and spoke as they brushed past Chen Zhixing.

Including the elder who once had verbal spats with Chen Zhixing during morning lessons.

They’re not fools, though they don’t know the reasons, how could they not see it?

Now, Chen Zhixing has become the Patriarch’s favored one!

The Patriarch is evidently grooming Chen Zhixing as the future successor of the Ziwei Chen Family!

Chen Zhixing returned their greetings with gentle smiles.

He remembers the last one treated this way was Chen Zhaosheng after returning from Qianyang Academy.

But he was often ridiculed by these elders as idle and useless or mocked as having no future.

How long ago was that?

In reality, his conduct has remained unchanged.

The only change is Chen Daoyan’s attitude towards him.

"Indeed, power and status are forever the sails that follow the wind." Chen Zhixing shook his head and then walked into the hall with resolute steps.