Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family

Inside the golden carriage.

Sikong Xuanji felt Chen Zhixing's condescending gaze, and beads of cold sweat slowly appeared on his forehead.

For some reason, a fear he'd never experienced before rose in his heart for the first time.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!

In an instant, countless eyes turned towards the silent golden carriage.

"Haha, Old Thief Sikong must be sweating buckets now, right?"

The two Netherworld Elders exchanged glances and could see the mocking smile in each other's eyes.

The others also showed expressions of interest.

Li Changsheng challenged Chen Zhixing, and Chen Zhixing accepted.

Now, it was Chen Zhixing's turn to publicly challenge this Patriarch of the Sikong family.

Will he... accept?

In mid-air.

Chen Zhixing looked down at the silent golden carriage with an even more disdainful expression.

"Is Senior Sikong deaf or mute? Why doesn't he dare to speak?"

"Are you... afraid?"

Chen Zhixing's black hair lightly swayed, his voice clear, echoing throughout Fubo City.

As Chen Zhixing's words fell.

Inside the golden carriage.

Sikong Xuanji sat in a large chair, grasping the armrest tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, with blood vessels protruding from his forehead.

A fierce anger rose in his eyes.

The next moment.

He forced himself to suppress the impulse in his heart, looked deeply at Sikong Xuanji, and then squeezed out three words through clenched teeth:

"We're leaving!"

Immediately.

Under everyone's gaze, the golden carriage pulled by nine-headed True Dragons soared into the sky and, with a swift movement, disappeared from this world.

"...He just fled?"

Countless people showed looks of astonishment, finding it hard to believe that the proud Patriarch of the Noble Family didn't utter a single word and fled directly?

In mid-air.

"Really impressive."

Watching the departing golden carriage, Chen Zhixing couldn't help but purse his lips.

Sikong Xuanji, that old fellow, might not be strong in combat, but he certainly mastered the skill of swallowing his pride.

Shaking his head, Chen Zhixing didn't bother to think more about it and took a step toward Fubo City.

Just one step.

Chen Zhixing landed in front of the Netherworld Elders and others.

"Third Young Master."

Leading the group, the Netherworld Elders, along with other Chen Family Elders and Dark Division members, spoke in unison, their eyes filled with deep reverence.

An Elder True Self draped a black cloak embroidered with a Ziwei flower totem over his shoulders, covering up his blood-soaked clothes.

"Shall we return home?"

Elder Nether inquired.

Chen Zhixing looked towards the direction of Yanzhou and nodded: "Yes, let's go home."

Everyone turned, preparing to leave.

"Third Young Master!"

At this moment, a breathless voice came from the railing line in Fubo City.

Chen Zhixing paused, raised an eyebrow and looked back.

He saw a clear-eyed, beautiful girl squeezing out from the crowd, looking towards Chen Zhixing.

Her youthful, radiant face was slightly flushed with excitement and joy.

"Is it her?"

Chen Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned and walked towards the girl step by step.

"Third Young Master, what's happening?" Elder Nether asked in confusion.

"Nothing."

Chen Zhixing smiled and walked closer step by step.

At the railing.

"Th... Third Young Master is coming towards me?"

Xu Qingqing's eyes widened in disbelief.

"No... impossible, right?"

Tang Long opened his mouth, thinking it was just a coincidence.

The next moment.

Before Tang Long could think more.

"Senior Brother Tang, Third Young Master must have recognized you! He's coming to greet you!"

Xu Qingqing turned around excitedly and glanced at Tang Long.

"Ah... cough, it must be, it must be." Tang Long chuckled dryly.

Muu Jianping glanced at Tang Long, and being astute as ever, she realized that this so-called Young Master Tang was clearly trying to leverage a connection with Chen Zhixing as a facade to approach them.

The black-clad old woman, initially disheartened after losing her family fortune, quickly composed herself, a flattering smile appearing prematurely on her face.

Amidst countless eyes.

Chen Zhixing walked steadily from afar, finally stopping in front of Xu Qingqing and Muu Jianping.

"He's really come for us!"

Xu Qingqing stared blankly at Chen Zhixing, who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, her mind turning blank, mouth opening wide.

Even Muu Jianping, who usually maintained a cool demeanor, felt her heart racing.

"Th... Third Young Master, are you... are you here for Young Master Tang?"

Xu Qingqing's voice trembled with nervousness.

"Tang Long? I don't know him."

Chen Zhixing frowned slightly, thinking for a while, but couldn't recall who Tang Long was.

Immediately.

His gaze focused on Xu Qingqing's face, and he smiled slightly:

"I'm here for you."

As soon as he said this.

Xu Qingqing's pupils gradually enlarged, and her eyes turned blank again.

"Th... Third Young Master, do you know my disciple?"

The black-clad old woman beside her quickly asked with a smile.

A hint of wild joy surfaced from her eyes.

The heir of the Ziwei Chen Family, the future Patriarch of the Chen Family, the youngest Nirvana Realm presence ever, a figure akin to a True Dragon in the heavens, knew her disciple?!

Even if this Third Young Master merely had a fleeting acquaintance with her disciple, this connection was enough to shield the entire Nanping Sword Sect, allowing unrivaled dominance in the Southern State!

If this Third Young Master casually shared a bit of his fortune, it would enrich the entire Nanping Sword Sect immensely.

"Does senior not recognize me?"

Chen Zhixing turned his head towards the black-clad old woman, chuckled and said:

"Senior, I've already told you it's not a good habit to judge by appearances. Look, this time you misjudged again, didn't you?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

In an instant.

The black-clad old woman was like struck by lightning, her whole body freezing, staring blankly at Chen Zhixing.

"You... you are..."

Chen Zhixing's face from that day on the passenger ship gradually surfaced in her mind.

In an instant, the black-clad old woman took a breath sharply, her knees weakening, almost kneeling.

"It really is you..."

Muu Jianping also slightly opened her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

No wonder she found the voice of this Third Young Master so familiar before.

Among the three, only Xu Qingqing remained confused, lost in the wind.

...

...

Meanwhile.

At Ziwei Chen Family.

In the forbidden area of the rear mountain, within the cave of seven coffins.

Chen Daoyan, with white hair and a bare, robust upper body, slowly opened his eyes.

"Did you hear it? That's the sound of triumphant victory."

Chen Daoyan looked toward the distant east, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Zhixing never disappoints." The Peak Ancestor of the Chen Family, seated cross-legged behind him, also smiled slightly.

Immediately.

He looked at Chen Daoyan, his smile gradually fading, and said solemnly, "Are you really sure you want to go alone this time?"

"Yes, Zhi'er has now stepped into Nirvana. Even Li Changsheng of Nirvana Eighth Layer was defeated by him above the Nine Heavens. His strength probably isn't much weaker than mine and is sufficient to take up the heavy responsibility alone."

Chen Daoyan did not look back but smiled lightly:

"There are some things I should do."

Upon hearing this, the Chen Family Ancestor fell silent, not persuading him much, but thoughtfully said: "What if you go this time and never return?"

"Then let it be so."

Chen Daoyan slowly stood up, a power far beyond the Nirvana Realm surged like tides and waves, crashing against the shores!

The Chen Family Ancestor looked deeply at Chen Daoyan: "Remember, I can only suppress the curse for three months."

"He is, after all, Peak Realm."

"You... must be careful."