Above the Great Dao
Chapter 604 - 276: If a Child is not Taught, It’s the Father’s Fault_3

Chapter 604: Chapter 276: If a Child is not Taught, It’s the Father’s Fault_3

Chen Shi saw that he didn’t reply and suddenly noticed the treasured sword displayed on the table, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he said, "You’re cultivating the ’Xuanwei Sword Scripture’ from the ten books! Your swordsmanship is refined and mysterious. I have witnessed the power of the Xuanwei Sword Scripture on Mr. Sun Yisheng! The Xuanwei Sword Scripture can enable a cultivator to reach a profound realm, all the way to the Ascension Realm. Zhu Xiucai teaching you this cultivation technique is indeed very good for you! However..."

He put down his chopsticks, smiled slightly, "I found something better in the True King’s Tomb."

Chen Tang raised an eyebrow, picked up a chopstick from the chopstick cage, and said, "I don’t need the Divine Embryo, only using the mana of the Divinity Transformation Realm, I’ll simulate the strength of a core descendant from a family and have a match with you, to let you know the true strength at the core of the families."

Chen Shi pushed back the round stool, stood up, his fighting spirit soaring, and laughed, "Chen Tang, I’ve long wanted to have a contest with you! It’s too cramped here, let’s go outside the city to have a match!"

Chen Tang sat on the round stool, not yet standing, pinching that chopstick, and spoke indifferently, "It’s the fault of the father to not teach his son. I’ve not beaten you enough, hence you’re unruly. There’s no need to go outside; we can do it right here in this room. When you manage to make me stand up or force me out of this room, then you’ll have the strength to compete with the core descendants of the Thirteen Families."

"Good!"

Chen Shi instantly raised his cultivation to its peak, and behind his head, fields of force unfurled, forming the Six-layered Sky, his mana boundless and robust!

Each layer of the sky was equivalent to one of the Eight Extremes Golden Chambers, and with six Golden Chambers stacked upon each other, his Qi-Blood was extremely invigorated, his shape so fast that the naked eye could hardly catch him, his attacks were like thunder, his fingers and palms didn’t need to gather the five thunders, a full-force blow would erupt in Thunder Sound, crushing one’s Primordial Spirit!

He didn’t aim for Chen Tang’s vitals, aiming straight for Chen Tang’s collarbone, merely intending to teach Chen Tang a minor lesson.

However, as soon as his hand stretched out, his palm felt a stinging numbness, tapped by a chopstick, all his force was deflected away.

Chen Shi immediately turned and spun around, his thigh flying up, aiming for a chop at Chen Tang’s back neck.

In that moment, that chopstick split into two, two into four, four into eight, each piece targeting the center of his palms and feet, his wrists and ankles, his elbows and knees, and other joint locations.

Wherever they struck, Chen Shi suddenly felt his hands go numb, as if they had been severed, followed successively by his forearms, calves, upper arms, and thighs, they faded from his perception.

That chopstick blurred before his eyes, splitting more and more, piercing in front and behind him.

Chen Shi felt as if his internal organs had been sliced away as well, one by one disappearing from his senses!

Chen Tang’s chopstick gently brushed across his throat, and Chen Shi suddenly felt as if only his head remained afloat in the air.

His eyes shot out golden light, ready to strike Chen Tang with two beams, but Chen Tang’s chopstick had already tapped his brow.

Chen Shi lost all his senses and fell to the ground stiffly.

Black Pot jumped in fright, the fight ended too quickly, it hadn’t even finished its meal.

It hastily shoveled in its food, preparing to set down its bowl and chopsticks to help Chen Shi up.

Chen Tang put down his chopstick, lifted Chen Shi up, and said, "You keep eating, I’ll take him back to his room. He hasn’t rested well these past few days, too tired, let him have a good sleep."

Black Pot sat back down.

Chen Tang brought Chen Shi back to his room, took off his outer clothes, removed his shoes, and placed him in the quilt, covering him well.

He looked at Chen Shi’s face, his stern expression gradually relaxed, revealing a smile.

In the dead of night, Shen Hongniang of the Red Lady Society led the society’s elite members, laying in wait at the necessary passageway to the Guangji Storehouse, quietly waiting for Chen Shi’s arrival.

After dawn and much later, Chen Shi still hadn’t come; meanwhile, several litters of calves and lambs were born in the fields, and the remaining two pregnant women couldn’t hold on either.

Shen Hongniang’s eyes were lifeless, restlessly staring toward the direction of the Western Capital, "Isn’t Chen Shi coming to the Guangji Storehouse anymore? Does he feel at ease with his monthly imperial grain?"