Above the Great Dao
Chapter 269 - 141 You’ve Been Sold Out

Chapter 269: Chapter 141 You’ve Been Sold Out

The shopkeeper was backed by six robust men who surged forward, one attempting to lock Chen Shi’s throat from behind, two trying to grab Chen Shi’s arms, another two aiming kicks at Chen Shi’s lower abdomen, and one drawing a short sword, planning to sever the tendons in Chen Shi’s left hand.

Scholars like them had seen it all before.

They had simply read books for a few years, obtained a Divine Embryo bestowed by the gods, and learned a few Spells, considering themselves to be extraordinary. But the moment anyone got close to them, they would become powerless scholars, unable to fight back and completely at their opponent’s mercy.

Furthermore, they themselves were Scholars.

As they were about to close in, Chen Shi grabbed chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table. Before the two men in front of him could kick his lower abdomen, their legs were already full of chopsticks.

Pairs of chopsticks were lined up, stabbing from the two men’s calves all the way up to their thighs.

The chopstick holder was now empty.

In that brief instant, Chen Shi had moved over forty times, pulling out more than forty chopsticks from the chopstick holder and stabbing them into their legs!

The two men experienced piercing pain and let out a long and pitiful howl.

Chen Shi pinched a chopstick from one man’s leg, pulled it out from the wound, and stabbed backward into the depressions on the shoulders of the man who had attempted to strangle him from behind, intentionally avoiding his heart.

The chopstick pierced through his chest and even penetrated the shoulder blade on his back.

Chen Shi then pulled out two more chopsticks and shot them out with hands flinging left and right. The sharp whistling of the chopsticks filled the air as the two men who had come to grab his arms felt an immense force and were impaled by the chopsticks through their palms. Both were sent flying and crashed into the walls on either side, crying out in agony while clutching their hands.

Another man’s short sword stabbed at Chen Shi’s wrist, but before he could react amidst the dizzying speed, the five around him had already been injured in succession. He was unsure if he should continue plunging his short sword.

Especially the two robust men in front of Chen Shi, whose legs were filled with chopsticks — nearly all of the more than forty chopsticks from the whole holder were embedded in their legs, causing them to scream in pain and tremble.

Chen Shi glanced at the trembling sword tip in front of him and extended his hand, gently hooking his fingertip.

The robust man tremblingly handed his short sword over to Chen Shi, who examined it. The sword was about nine inches long, with a grip of four inches and a blade of five inches, forged from fine steel. The handle was engraved with Blood Talismans using cinnabar and Black Dog Blood, which would cause unstoppable bleeding if one were to be stabbed by it.

The sides of the blade were also inscribed with talismans, specifically Vajra Talismans, used to bless the blade and make it more resilient.

Chen Shi lifted the sword with a flick of his hand and then placed the short sword back into the right hand of the robust man.

That man’s left hand tendons were already sever, dripping with blood.

With the sword in his hand, the man’s body trembled — he had not seen clearly how Chen Shi had severed his tendons; it happened too quickly.

He clenched his teeth fiercely, and behind him emerged a Divine Shrine Divine Embryo, ready to use a Spell.

"Who would have thought you were also a scholar," Chen Shi said in surprise. "You intended to sever the tendons in my left hand, so I severed the tendons in your left hand — a tooth for a tooth. If you wish to use Spells to kill me, then I will have no choice but to send you reincarnating."

The robust man, holding the short sword in his right hand and clutching at his left wrist, had a somewhat fierce look on his face. He wanted to fight back but did not dare to make a move.

Chen Shi remained seated at the table, not standing up but instead turning to look at the shopkeeper, thinking to himself, "The Master said, ’At thirty, one stands firm.’ With less than thirty opponents, there’s indeed no need to stand."

The shopkeeper’s face kept changing, and suddenly he uttered a shout. Behind him, the Divine Shrine manifested, with the Divine Embryo seated inside, spitting out a black Golden Core.

The Golden Core Field spread and darkened, emitting a strange aura.

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Chen Shi sensed the danger and his expression changed slightly. He threw the round table beside him with a whoosh!

The round table spun and reached in front of the shopkeeper before being shattered by countless minute Sword Qis.

The furniture in the restaurant suddenly shook, and the tea pots and bowls clinked. Tiny, dense holes appeared in the tables and chairs as if they had been gnawed by insects.

Even more holes suddenly appeared on the tea pots and bowls, with tea spilling out in all directions.

These were the results of the fine Sword Qi emitted by the black Golden Core!

The Sword Qi was as fine as hair, extremely thin, not exactly the Soul-shocking Thirteen Needles but of a similar category, which utilized incredibly fine silver needles or Sword Qi, specifically designed to break through Gang Qi, physical defenses, and dharma bodies.

It was more dangerous than the Soul-shocking Thirteen Needles, even finer, and even more powerful, catching people off guard.

As Chen Shi threw the round table, his body had already flipped backwards to leap out. In the moment his body flipped, his Meridian Evil Slayer Sword technique flew out with his left hand!

The invisible Sword Qi entered the shopkeeper’s Golden Core Field, and in an instant, it was pierced through by countless fine Sword Qis, riddled with holes.

And yet, despite being riddled, the Evil-Slaying Sword Qi still pierced through the Golden Core Field in a flash.

The shopkeeper grabbed his neck with his hand, his eyes bulging as he looked towards Chen Shi.

Chen Shi had already flipped out of the restaurant, landing on the street outside, chiding himself internally, "I still can’t achieve what the Master said about standing firm at thirty. I am still far from the Master’s realm."

The place where the shopkeeper’s hands were clutched at was bleeding profusely, his head starting to slide to one side on his neck.

Grasping his head with both hands, he shouted loudly, terror-stricken, and ran upstairs, yelling, "Discontinuation Ointment! Quickly fetch the Discontinuation Ointment!"

In his heart, he was panicked, aware that his neck had been severed by Chen Shi’s Sword Qi. He needed to apply the treasured Discontinuation Ointment on the wound, allowing the medicine to penetrate into the cut, and perhaps it could still save his life.

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