Chapter 311

311. Chapter 311 Slapping the Mouth

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Protagonist:

Yu Zhangsheng

"Cang Lei Sect, Zhang Chengming, huh……"

Listening to the discussions of the surrounding crowd, Yu Zhangsheng gained an understanding of the identity of the person before him.

The Cang Lei Sect, as the strongest sect among the Six Sects, also caused its disciples to carry a certain arrogance when facing people of the other five sects.

And to be able to reach the top ten in the rankings within the Cang Lei Sect, this Zhang Chengming's strength was self-evident. Even so, Yu Zhangsheng merely chuckled lightly in his heart, gazing at Zhang Chengming with an indifferent look, his expression unchanged.

"Huh? Can't you understand human speech? I said, this Location I've already reserved in advance, please scram, understand?"

Seeing Yu Zhangsheng unmoved, ignoring him, Zhang Chengming froze for a moment, then anger couldn't help but surface on his face, his voice carrying a trace of coldness.

"Done for, what's this kid acting tough for? Zhang Chengming's words have already reached this point, if he were sensible he'd just leave quickly, it's not embarrassing."

"Now, if Zhang Chengming gets angry, this kid's in for a bad time, riding a tiger and unable to dismount, right?"

The people to the side watched this scene with unblinking eyes, relishing the spectacle, minding their own business.

In the cultivation world, strength is king; this kind of unfairness, in their view, was also normal, therefore watching with cold eyes was nothing improper, and there was no one who would stand up for Yu Zhangsheng and the others against injustice.

And they, after confirming Yu Zhangsheng was a Wanxiang Sect person, this cold-eyed watching even reached a mocking implication.

"Who doesn't know your Wanxiang Sect has long been the End Flow Sect of the Six Sects these years? Running into a Cang Lei Sect prodigy like Zhang Chengming, obediently compromising would've been fine? Truly tactless."

Of course, there were also quite a few people who recognized Zhang Tianwen sitting next to Yu Zhangsheng, and found it even more interesting.

"Don't mention it, the one sitting next to him, is that Zhang Tianwen? The former Wanxiang Sect First Prodigy, renowned throughout the entire Wu Zhou, just a Regret, if it were before his Spirit Platform shattered, this Zhang Chengming might not necessarily have been able to act so Shi Wu Ji Hui."

"Now, not having become a cripple is already a stroke of luck, what does he have to fight Zhang Chengming with?"

The news of Zhang Tianwen's Spirit Platform Recovery, for now, only a small portion of people know; as for the rest, their impression of Zhang Tianwen remains in the past, at most that scene of battling Linglong Sect's Yang Chengxu.

It is precisely because of this that this Zhang Chengming dares to come provoke. As for Shen Xingchen? This Guy rarely makes a move in the sect normally, mysterious and secretive, even fellow sect disciples don't know his specific strength, let alone these Outsiders.

It can be said, aside from Yu Zhangsheng and his group, everyone else thinks Yu Zhangsheng is overestimating himself, and so they watch this scene with great interest, not stopping it.

Among them, the Linglong Sect people are the most excited, watching this scene with even greater anticipation in their hearts.

And just as everyone was staring at Yu Zhangsheng's side, the seemingly frightened-stupid Yu Zhangsheng finally made a move.

Only to see him slowly put down his chopsticks, raise his head and Exhale, glance at Zhang Chengming, the corner of his mouth slowly hooking into an arc, then his right hand shook, the wine cup in his hand swayed, the wine liquid within, mixed with Yu Zhangsheng's saliva, directly flew and splashed onto Zhang Chengming's face.

"What are you anyway, coming before me to seek a sense of existence? Lacking fatherly love? I'm not your dad, can't give you that care."

Looking at Zhang Chengming whose facial expression froze, body stiffened, Yu Zhangsheng's face carried mockery, speaking indifferently without the slightest mercy, every sentence killing the heart.

Zhang Chengming thoroughly froze, the wine liquid on his face, mixed with a strange taste, dripping drop by drop from his forehead, from his nose bridge.

The arrogance in his expression had vanished completely; after the initial shock, hearing Yu Zhangsheng's words, his face flushed red in an instant, and what followed in a flash was towering rage!

"You're courting death!!"

A roar burning with rage erupted from Zhang Chengming's mouth, the entire Hall trembled, everyone froze, an uproar ensued.

"What's the situation? This Guy? What did he do?"

"Him, he's thoroughly done for now, provoked Zhang Chengming, does he not want to live?"

"Wow, this fierce? This Guy, I respect him as a real man, if he gets beaten to death later, I'll collect his corpse!"

Some shocked, looking at Yu Zhangsheng with eyes like looking at a fool; some Bu Ke Xiang Xin, looking at Yu Zhangsheng with awe; some sighing in admiration, some clicking their tongues in wonder, all walks of life, and everyone watching the excitement.

And the crowd's discussions all turned into sharp blades, stabbing viciously into Zhang Chengming's face, making his already ugly Complexion even more gloomy; as a famous Cang Lei Sect prodigy, spoiled since childhood, everyone who saw him wasn't respectful? Where had he ever suffered such humiliation.

Thus, he forcibly suppressed the Killing Intent in his heart, glared angrily at Yu Zhangsheng, gritted his teeth hard, just about to say something, when the next moment, a loud resounding slap swept in, even more deafening than Zhang Chengming's roar just now.

"Pa!"

The slap crisp, the sound loud, Yu Zhangsheng swung his handsome arm, expressionless looking at Zhang Chengming, spoke indifferently: "Although I can't give you fatherly love, but giving you the big mouth slaps you love to eat most, I still won't be stingy. How is it, enough? If not enough, come again."

This time, everyone thoroughly fell silent, looking at Yu Zhangsheng's action with stunned expressions, hearts unanimously left with only one thought.

"Crazy! This kid is absolutely crazy, so reckless with his life!"

Only a minority, watching Yu Zhangsheng's action, said nothing, a Strange Color flashing in their eyes, smiling faintly.

"Interesting…… This Guy doesn't seem Not Simple either, is it confidence backed by strength, or extreme arrogance……"

Regardless of the crowd's varied thoughts, anyway the current Yu Zhangsheng expressed utter indifference; facing this kind of troublemaker, since he provoked him, naturally not a shred of forbearance.

This slap was still under the condition of him holding back; otherwise, with his current Fleshly Power, if he erupted with full force, afraid it could slap Zhang Chengming's Beast Head to pieces.

And Zhang Chengming, also slowly touching his already swollen half cheek, thoroughly dumbfounded, then the Killing Intent in his eyes thoroughly uncontainable, after a furious roar, his whole body's Cultivation Base aura erupted in midair, rising and smashing a ruthless punch at Yu Zhangsheng! "Kid, since you actively seek death, you can't be kept!"

On the Punch Light, blinding thunder exploded in the Void, momentum vast, making everyone present tremble in heart and spirit.

"Here it comes, this time Zhang Chengming is truly going all out, this time it's over!"

The onlookers' hearts surged with waves, watching Zhang Chengming attack, immediately spoke thus.

Although Yu Zhangsheng's two consecutive moves made them look at him two levels higher in their hearts, very surprised, it was more admiration for Yu Zhangsheng's courage; as for his strength, they were not optimistic.

Of course, there were also calmly analyzing people, holding other views.

"Not necessarily, look at his such calm appearance, where is half a point of Panic?

This Guy acts so Shi Wu Ji Hui arrogantly twice, estimated also not a simple Jiao Se, who knows if he's a peerless prodigy secretly nurtured by Wanxiang Sect?"

In short, everyone's hearts were all absorbed by this farce at the start, even forgetting to eat, instead staring unblinkingly at the two's every move, deeply afraid of missing a single detail.

And facing Zhang Chengming's fury, Yu Zhangsheng expressed even more calm; with his current strength, if he truly wanted to act to finish Zhang Chengming, it would be a matter of an instant, however, he chose another way.

Only to see, facing Zhang Chengming's attack, Yu Zhangsheng unmoved, merely lightly Shake Head, Palm once again lightly fluttering continuously patting onto Zhang Chengming's face.

As for Zhang Chengming's attack, booming onto Yu Zhangsheng's body, not even a ripple stirred before it vanished into nothing.

"Pa pa pa……!"

One crisp slap after another rang through the Grand Hall, and each one struck hard at everyone's hearts.

Everyone watching this scene was completely dumbfounded.

And Zhang Chengming, at this moment, was also dizzy and swollen-headed, feeling only that the world was spinning; he only felt that his attacks landing on Yu Changsheng were like crashing into a ball of cotton, easily neutralized, unable to deal the slightest damage.

Conversely, every one of Yu Changsheng's slaps accurately struck his own face — left cheek once, right cheek once, alternating continuously, remarkably even.

Before long, Zhang Chengming's face had swollen into a pig's head, nosebleed mixed with teeth spraying out continuously, and his body, unable to bear the repeated slaps, toppled forward; he couldn't utter a word, only passively taking the beating.

"You..."

He pointed at Yu Changsheng, had just spoken the word "you," when another heavy slap struck his face, leaving him unable to say a single sentence.

Yu Changsheng's every strike grasped the force perfectly — enough to let Zhang Chengming feel maximum pain, yet not knock him unconscious; that would have been letting him off too cheaply.

"What 'you' — if you feel lacking in fatherly love in the future, you can come find me again, but remember to come kneeling; when begging someone, you must have the bearing of a beggar."

"Remember, don't bark like a dog — not everyone is as easy to talk to as I am."

Yu Changsheng frowned, and after finishing speaking, he sent out one last heavy slap, releasing a bit more force; Zhang Chengming's body instantly spun three hundred sixty degrees in midair, then crashed heavily onto the ground.

A "thud" sounded, snapping everyone back to their senses like waking from a dream; they looked at Yu Changsheng, then at the wretched, barely human Zhang Chengming, sucked in a breath of cold air, stared at each other in silence as death.

"Chengming!"

The other three who had been beside Zhang Chengming also recovered from their stupor, hurriedly supported his body, looked up at Yu Changsheng — the contempt in their eyes gone, replaced by gnashing-teeth glares.

In their gazes was both anger and, even more, wariness.

At this, Yu Changsheng shook his head. Before he could say anything, Li Minghan at his side stepped forward, looked at the three, grinned, raised an eyebrow, and said: "What, the three of you unconvinced, want to come feel some fatherly love from a slap too? Come come come, your Second Dad will let you feel it — your Big Dad's been slapping this long, his hand's getting a bit sore."

Shen Xingchen watched this scene without a word, merely the look in his eyes toward Yu Changsheng held boundless shock. Zhang Tianwen and Li Minghan, however, were much calmer; having witnessed Yu Changsheng single-handedly kill a Dark Current Golden Core in Haoyue City, such matters were nothing new to them, and they felt no worry.

In their view, Zhang Chengming's behavior was purely that of a jumping clown, courting death.

And now, Zhang Chengming's wretched state proved exactly that.

The crowd fell silent; watching this scene, all were somewhat caught off guard, especially those who had previously mocked Yu Changsheng — they quietly retreated a few steps, shrinking their necks.

Zhang Chengming swayed his head, supported by his companions, regained much clarity; feeling the swelling pain on his face, bruised purple and green, the killing intent in his heart turned into thorough madness, overwhelming the last shred of reason; he rose with claws bared, about to charge at Yu Changsheng.

Yu Changsheng's gaze sharpened, his fist slowly rising as he looked at Zhang Chengming; qi and blood surged on his arm, Green Strength erupted — then he seemed to sense something, relaxed it, his face calm and relaxed.

Right at this moment, a deep, heavy sound rang out, a figure suddenly appeared, reaching out to block in front of Zhang Chengming.

"Enough! Still not humiliated enough?"

A thunderclap of a voice rose skyward, its tone joyless and angerless, yet carrying an undeniable majesty.

Like a thunderclap, buzzing as it resonated, a soaring pressure erupted from him, whether deliberate or not, tilting toward Yu Changsheng.

"Elder Wang!"

Seeing the newcomer, shame colored Zhang Chengming's face; he lowered his head, respectfully cupped his fists in a bow, and also regained his reason.

The arrival was precisely one of the Canglei Sect's leading elders this time, Wang Guohui.

And with Wang Guohui's appearance, everyone present fell silent, the clamor gone, faces unanimously showing a trace of respect, heads slightly bowed.

"Golden Core Peak..."

Only Yu Changsheng raised his head, narrowed his eyes at Wang Guohui, feeling the dense pressure bearing down on him, and smiled faintly in his heart.

"Want to suppress with momentum — I'm afraid you'll come up empty."

With his current cultivation base, if Wang Guohui didn't do it deliberately, relying solely on Golden Core Peak pressure to give him a show of force — that was clearly a miscalculation.

And Wang Guohui soon discovered this; looking at Yu Changsheng's calm, undisturbed face, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes, and he let out a soft "Huh?"

"Wang Guohui, a matter between juniors — why must you interfere?"

Just as Wang Guohui was surprised, about to step closer to probe further, another voice sounded; Lu Ruikai's figure appeared before Yu Changsheng, addressing Wang Guohui blandly, his own Golden Core Peak cultivation base likewise erupting.

"Sect Master."

The moment Lu Ruikai appeared, Yu Changsheng, Zhang Tianwen, and the others immediately cupped their fists respectfully, lowered their heads, and said.

"Mm."

Lu Ruikai nodded, turned back and gave Yu Changsheng an appreciative look; with a wave of his sleeve, the pressure on Yu Changsheng vanished. He turned, looked at Wang Guowei, and smiled faintly.

"Is that so, Dao Friend Wang?"

Wang Guohui narrowed his eyes, gazed deeply at Lu Ruikai for a long moment, then a smile naturally surfaced on his face; he nodded at Lu Ruikai and laughed heartily:

"Dao Friend Lu speaks truly; indeed it is so. Matters between juniors should indeed be left for them to resolve themselves. I merely feared the Secret Realm hadn't even begun before the situation spiraled out of control."

"If that happened, it would harm the harmony between our two houses — that would not do. As for the rest, there's nothing more."

Wang Guohui finished speaking, his gaze turning concerned toward Yu Changsheng; a trace of strange color flashed in his eyes as he asked solicitously: "Little Friend, are you alright? Just now I was anxious for a moment — I hope I didn't frighten you?"

"No." Yu Changsheng shook his head, looked at Wang Guohui, and said softly; then turned to look at the aggrieved, bedraggled Zhang Chengming, his gaze sharpening, wanting to speak but stopping: "Only..."

Following Yu Changsheng's gaze, Lu Ruikai's gaze likewise fell on Zhang Chengming, watching expressionlessly.

Wang Guohui exhaled softly, lowered his head to look at Zhang Chengming at his feet; a hidden trace of disdain flashed in his eyes; he patted his head and said blandly: "Still dazed? Why not apologize to him? Usually so arrogant, never putting anyone in your eyes — there's always someone better, heaven beyond heaven."

"This is a lesson for you too — and a good one."

Hearing this, Zhang Chengming felt utterly wronged; his already flushed face turned crimson again, especially under the strange gazes from those around — more than his already extremely strong self-esteem could bear.

To make him apologize to Yu Changsheng, and in front of everyone — even if the fault was his, this was harder than killing him.

And Yu Changsheng, at this moment, turned his head back, looking at Zhang Chengming, half-smiling, half-not.

"Pfft..."

A mouthful of fresh blood suddenly sprayed from the corner of Zhang Chengming's mouth; in the end, whether from pain or rage he fainted, his head tilted, and he passed out cold.

"This guy — his mental fortitude really isn't up to par."

Seeing this, Yu Changsheng shook his head, muttered in his heart, didn't pursue it further, cupped his fists toward Wang Guohui in a slight bow, and said: "No need for an apology — just hope Senior doesn't get angry; the junior was also forced by circumstance."

Hearing this, Wang Guohui's face stiffened for a fleeting instant; he looked at Yu Changsheng, nodded, and revealed a gentle smile: "A sensible disciple — not bad. Your Wanxiang Sect has produced a fine disciple."

This last sentence was addressed to Lu Ruikai.

Lu Ruikai nodded composedly; with matters at this point, he didn't continue to wrangle; he lightly patted Yu Changsheng's shoulder, left a "Find me if there's anything," then departed first.

If not for Wang Guohui stepping in today, he wouldn't have taken the field at all, leaving it entirely to Yu Zhangsheng to act.

As Lu Ruikai departed, Wang Guohui's gaze paused, and after looking meaningfully at Yu Zhangsheng, he lowered his eyes to look at the unconscious Zhang Chengming, a hint of "hating iron for not becoming steel" on his face. He lightly kicked him, then coldly snorted at him, and instructed the three disciples following Zhang Chengming: "Take him down to rest. Later, write a hundred-thousand-character self-criticism, and work at the Sect's Miscellaneous Items Hall for one season. This matter ends here."

After speaking, Wang Guohui swept his sleeve and returned to the Tian Zi Room on the fourth floor without looking back.

Regarding this matter, Wang Guohui was also helpless. Zhang Chengming was wrong to begin with, and more importantly, Yu Zhangsheng's strike was controlled too well. While Zhang Chengming lost face and his injuries looked miserable, they were actually not serious.

He only needed to rest for a while to naturally recover. Plainly put, although Yu Zhangsheng kept slapping him, his attack power was zero, and the insult was maximized. The real injury was just that mouthful of blood Zhang Chengming coughed up from anger and heartache.

Therefore, regarding Yu Zhangsheng's actions, Wang Guohui had nothing to say, nor any reason to.

As the two family elders left, the originally silent crowd suddenly began to buzz with noise one after another.

However, this time, everyone's gaze toward Yu Zhangsheng had changed, from disdain to solemnity.

From Zhang Chengming's strike to his current state, Yu Zhangsheng had truly harshly refreshed their understanding.

"Interesting. Someone like this shouldn't be so low-key. We can investigate him properly later. It seems this Secret Realm trip will be much more exciting."

"I didn't expect Wanxiang Sect to have such a disciple. Looking at Zhang Chengming's state, I'm afraid this person didn't take him seriously at all and was completely careless."

"Yu Zhangsheng... worth paying attention to."

Among the crowd, the chief disciples of various sects watched Yu Zhangsheng from afar, each with different thoughts. Finally, they smiled faintly, and combat intent flashed in their eyes, gone in an instant.

Regarding these things from the outside world, Yu Zhangsheng didn't care. He merely glanced around indifferently, and anyone his gaze fell upon immediately held their breath, saying nothing.

Finally, his gaze fell again on Zhang Chengming, who was unconscious. He shook his head and smiled lightly, not exposing the fact that the other had already woken up, letting his companions carry him back to the room.

Yu Zhangsheng sat down again, smiled lightly at Zhang Tianwen and the other two, raised his wine cup, and drank it in one gulp.

"Well drunk, Zhangsheng. Someone of this sort deserves to be harshly humiliated. So satisfying! So satisfying."

Li Minghan clinked cups with Yu Zhangsheng, gave him a thumbs-up, and said with a hehehe laugh.

"It's nothing, just a small problem."

Yu Zhangsheng waved his hand indifferently, eating and drinking with the few people, while the others gradually withdrew their gazes from here, their eyes flickering, each with different thoughts.

Even so, quite a few disciples actively raised their wine cups, walked up to Yu Zhangsheng, clinked cups and exchanged a few words with a smile before returning.

In the Cultivation World, only the strong have the right to speak, and Yu Zhangsheng's dominance naturally made them want to befriend and get to know him.

In contrast, Yu Zhangsheng refused no one, smiling faintly and returning each one. He also came to understand quite a bit about these people's identities.

Soon, this little interlude passed. Until the great curtain on the stage was drawn open to both sides, on the dome of the inn, a round moon hung high, moonlight like water sprinkled down, graceful figures appeared on the stage, and heavenly music slowly flowed out.

Turning into ripples, spreading in everyone's hearts, everyone's minds trembled, and all gazes looked over at once. (Chapter End)