Urban Carefree Warrior God

The festival was drawing near.

In the bustling Lingjin City, a single piece of news suddenly captured the attention of many.

A dominant and authoritative young man had appeared in Lingjin City.

Instantly, all sorts of rumors were flying everywhere.

"How powerful is X Film Entertainment? With just one invitation, more than half of Lingjin City's prominent families came to show their support! And what happened? A single young man left them in shambles!"

"I heard that the female singer X Film Entertainment is promoting is actually a cheap piece of work. She's been a kept woman since her university days and has gone through seven or eight patrons."

"The most crucial part is that a single glance from this young man nearly scared those high-society figures into kneeling."

...

Recently, Lingjin City had been extraordinarily lively.

First, a mysterious tycoon had wantonly slain the upper echelons of the Martial Association, ensuring its influence could never penetrate the city in the slightest. Then, Yuan Qingyun, a Favored Son of Heaven, descended upon Lingjin City, calling out the Qin Corporation by name and demanding they hand over their medicinal formula.

And now, a young hegemon was showing the first signs of a king. He suppressed the city's many celebrities and dignitaries so thoroughly that they couldn't even raise their heads.

This truly was an era of towering figures, with powerhouses emerging one after another.

This time, however, was different.

This piece of news had exploded from every channel like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden. Normally, it would have been a sure thing to hit the top of Lingjin City's local headlines immediately. Moreover, it even involved the Leng Family, one of the four great super-families. If one were to dig deeper into this matter, it would undoubtedly unearth some explosive material.

Bizarrely, however, the local mainstream media seemed collectively deaf. Not only that, but other smaller platforms also quickly fell silent. Just as the crowd of onlookers was eagerly awaiting follow-up reports, the widespread rumors dissipated like a receding tide.

In less than an hour, not a single trace of the matter could be found.

Details like the young man's name, whether he was a local of Lingjin City, or even what he looked like, remained completely undisclosed.

Without a doubt, someone had intervened and forcefully suppressed the matter. It was said to have appeared as suddenly as a spring breeze overnight, and then it vanished just as quickly.

Could it be a show of respect for someone revered? But the more it played out this way, the more it indirectly confirmed that this authoritative young man was an incredibly important figure. Otherwise, how could he so easily silence the entire media? Such capability was simply astounding.

Most critically, with such a major figure suddenly appearing, how could there not be any significant follow-up actions?

Instantly, everyone began to look forward with anticipation.

"Perhaps this city, which has been peaceful for so many years, is about to undergo a great change."

"Heroes emerge in troubled times. We shall wait and see."

...

In the minivan.

Yang Hu asked, "Boss, judging from what that guy said, it seems Miss Sisi has a background we aren't aware of?"

"You go check it out," Chen Yang instructed.

He had known Li Si for many years, and she had never once mentioned her family origins. Without anything seeming out of the ordinary, Chen Yang naturally wouldn't have investigated it.

"Alright," Yang Hu agreed. "Are we going to find Sisi now?"

Chen Yang nodded.

Since the matter was completely resolved, he naturally had to inform her to keep her from worrying.

With that said, Chen Yang pulled a wooden box out from under his seat. It was the same one Elder Ren Tong had given him back in Tianque City.

Opening the box, a dark brown longsword came into view.

Chen Yang held the longsword, inspecting it carefully. Both the intangible ancient aura it emitted and the intricate talismans carved into its scabbard indicated that this was no ordinary blade. Furthermore, besides himself, no one else could draw this sword—not even Yang Hu, a tenth-tier expert. Everything about it felt extraordinary and strangely mysterious.

CLANG!

Chen Yang drew the longsword. The seemingly ordinary blade was wreathed in a cold light, its sharp aura flickering incessantly. Although Chen Yang hadn't tested it, he had no doubt it could cut through iron as if it were mud.

Such a great treasure, and it came from my biological father? Chen Yang furrowed his brow.

"Boss, if you ask me, your background is definitely not simple!" Yang Hu said seriously, glancing at the longsword in the rearview mirror. "Think about it, how could an ordinary family possess something like this? You might very well be the young master of some cultivation family! As for why you were abandoned at an orphanage, you could probably guess the gist of it from watching a few TV dramas."

At this, Yang Hu chuckled teasingly. "Boss, if you strike it rich, don't forget your old buddies, eh!"

CLANG!

Chen Yang sheathed the longsword, placed it back in the wooden box, and shoved it under the seat again.

Lighting a cigarette slowly, Chen Yang said nonchalantly, "Who cares what he is. So many years have passed. He is him, and I am me. We're two parallel lines that will never intersect."

"I have only one father!" Chen Yang exhaled a contented ring of smoke and gazed out the window, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "And that's Ren Tong, Old Mr. Ren!"

Chen Yang had no interest in investigating his own origins; otherwise, a single command from him would have been enough to uncover everything. It was meaningless. Most importantly, he was perfectly content with his current life.

Seeing Chen Yang's resolute expression, Yang Hu said no more.

「At the same time.」

On the highway from the outer city to Tianque City, a fiery red sports car was speeding along.

The driver was a middle-aged man dressed in gray brocade. He was currently holding the steering wheel with one hand while taking a call with the other.

In the back, a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six was reclining against the seat, fiddling with a three-inch-long miniature sword and casually chewing on a blade of foxtail grass. Dressed in a set of black casual wear, he had a sharp and imposing air about him.

Soon, the middle-aged man hung up the phone.

"Young Master, according to the report from the clan, the Ancestral Sword has vibrated again. Based on the magnetic field analysis, the other Ancestral Sword isn't in Tianque City. It's in Lingjin City!" the middle-aged man reported, looking into the rearview mirror. "I'll turn around at the next exit."

"Go faster. Don't let anyone else get there first," the young man said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man floored the accelerator, pushing the sports car to its limit. He then said tentatively, "Young Master, the only one who can draw the Ancestral Sword is a direct descendant of the Chen Family. There's a rumor that..."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before continuing, "The rumor is that the Third Young Master didn't actually die all those years ago, and this Ancestral Sword should be in his hands."

"What damned Third Young Master? Since when did the Chen Family have a Third Young Master?" the young man spat, sitting up abruptly with a disdainful scoff. "Taking a step back, even if it is him, he's nothing but a bastard. Just kill him and be done with it!"

"I'll say it again: hurry up. Don't let anyone beat me to it."

The young man lay back down, sinking into a fervent fantasy. "The rewards from the family this time are incredibly generous—my name will even be recorded in the clan's genealogy! Once I retrieve the Ancestral Sword, who in the entire Chen Family will dare look down upon my collateral branch? And all those direct descendants will be trampled under my feet!

"What goes around comes around. It's finally my turn, haha..."

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