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Chapter 421 - 421 355 Who Approves Who Opposes

Chapter 421: Chapter 355: Who Approves, Who Opposes? Chapter 421: Chapter 355: Who Approves, Who Opposes? Ouyang Zhi’s words had barely fallen when several voices rang out in the great hall.

“Heh heh… So it’s the widely talked about Demon Sword Chen Yuan of recent days.” Someone sneered coldly.

“With the name of Demon Blade, who among us seated here does not know of it?”

Someone echoed.

Of course, there were those who were dissatisfied, one of them a man with a somewhat fierce aura, who snorted and said:

“Aren’t all those invited to the Divine Weapon Conference by Hidden Soldier Valley from among the Jianghu martial artists? How come… even imperial officials are joining in the fun?”

As mentioned before, relations between the court and the Jianghu were essentially oppositional, and moreover, Chen Yuan had been recently shaking up Shuzhou with the reputation he gained from stepping on Bai Changqing’s name,

making some people discontented.

Jianghu also had its territorial divisions; although Shuzhou and Qingzhou were close, they were not united as one. A Qingzhou man, Chen Yuan, enjoying such a large reputation in Shuzhou—how could it not evoke envy?

Additionally, when Chen Yuan was in Guangling Prefecture, he killed Zhao Hao, even issuing a bold declaration that whoever sought their own death could come to him for it, which made many Shuzhou martial artists feel as if Chen Yuan was looking down on them.

Therefore, the moment Chen Yuan made an appearance, there was such a reaction from many people.

However, they dared not openly turn hostile, for Chen Yuan’s reputation came from his unquestionable strength, and among those present, no one dared to boldly claim they could defeat him.

They only dared to make a few sarcastic remarks…

Ouyang Zhi’s gaze flickered, and the corner of his mouth curled into a barely perceptible sneer, yet he feigned a somewhat displeased expression as if to defend Chen Yuan, then said immediately:

“Lord Chen is also a martial artist. What is wrong with him attending our Hidden Soldier Valley event?”

“What does Uncle think?”

Ouyang Zhi swiftly turned the question, tossing the hot potato of a dilemma onto the sullen old man with the inverted triangle eyes at the chief seat.

The man, named Ouyang Tuo, was his uncle and the highest in cultivation within Hidden Soldier Valley at present, although it was rumored that his mother, Lady Xu, held the real power in Hidden Soldier Valley.

But Ouyang Tuo’s power was also significant, and in recent years, he had been continuously seeking to replace the main branch with a side branch and seize the authority of their lineage.

This Divine Weapon Conference was precisely his mother’s attempt to create momentum for him, but Ouyang Tuo was no fool and was also interacting with these distinguished guests who had entered the valley.

Normally these guests would have rested in the upper courtyard, yet now they had been invited here by him. Those unaware might even think that Ouyang Tuo was the real master of Hidden Soldier Valley.

That’s why Lady Xu had him hurry to accompany them.

The situation in the hall was unfavorable for Chen Yuan at the moment, and Ouyang Zhi was indeed curious to see how his uncle would handle it. Would he take offense on behalf of these guests against Chen Yuan?

Or would he pretend he heard nothing?

After all, he had heard that Lord Chen’s temperament was not the easiest to deal with.

Ouyang Tuo furrowed his brows, glanced at Ouyang Zhi, and was about to say something, but Chen Yuan did not give them the chance. He stepped forward,

gazing at the fierce-looking man who spoke earlier, and asked:

“What, you have an issue with this envoy attending the conference?”

The intimidating gaze of Chen Yuan struck the fierce man’s heart, sending a jolt of intense killing aura through him. But surrounded by fellow Jianghu peers, if he were to back down now, wouldn’t he be labeled a coward in the future?

Moreover, within the grand hall, Chen Yuan probably wouldn’t dare to make a move. Taking a deep breath, the man stood up, not dodging or backing down, and looked straight at Chen Yuan and said:

“So what if that’s the case? You may be notoriously fierce, but what do I, Dong Shi, have to fear? Under the broad sky and the bright sun, do you mean to say that I, Dong, cannot even speak a word?”

“Brother Dong speaks sensibly. Does Lord Chen think we can’t even make a single comment?”

“The Divine Weapon Conference is touted as an event for the Jianghu martial artists, isn’t what Brother Dong said reasonable?”

After Dong Shi took the lead, a few voices of agreement sounded from around him.

The white-clothed man who previously made eye contact with Chen Yuan couldn’t help but reveal a faint smile at this scene. He had no quarrel or grudge with Chen Yuan, but…

he did not have a good relationship with Shangguan Yu.

Moreover, as a native of Shuzhou, he was somewhat displeased by Chen Yuan, an outsider having so much influence. However, his family’s upbringing wouldn’t allow him to speak ill at this moment.

Martial artists should put martial skills first, and he disdained to do otherwise.

Seeing this, Ouyang Tuo said softly:

“Lord Chen must—”

“Swoosh!”

Without warning, without extra words, Chen Yuan made his move. He was never one to indulge others’ sarcasm, especially not from someone with far less cultivation.

This was Chen Yuan’s rarely-used Sword Drawing Skill.

As his cultivation grew profound, the technique became somewhat redundant for him, but in a situation like this, it clearly still had its uses. A flash of the blade, and the man known as Dong Shi was instantly beheaded—he didn’t even have a chance to react.

Without any defense whatsoever, of course, he couldn’t stop this unexpected strike.

In fact, not just him, but everyone in the grand hall did not expect Chen Yuan to act so decisively. Dong Shi had merely spoken a few words, and he was promptly beheaded.

It wasn’t until Dong Shi’s head rolled and blood spurted out that the crowd came to their senses.

What followed, however, was a deafening silence.

Chen Yuan lifted one leg and placed his foot on the head of Dong Shi, which had fallen to the ground, and spoke in a low voice:

“You don’t seem to ‘understand’ either.”

His gaze then swept over the several individuals who had spoken up, and he said indifferently:

“This envoy has come to participate in the Divine Weapon Conference, now, who approves, and who objects?”

As Chen Yuan’s gaze passed over them, not one of the few who had been clamoring dared to speak out, their hearts indignant but fearful that Chen Yuan might give them a strike as well.