Chapter 261: You Are Not Qualified

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that won't do." Chen Yu, who had been silent at the scene, spoke up. He stood up and said, "I'm afraid it's not your turn to sit in this seat."

"Kid, who are you?" Wu Xian was furious. "Since when is it your turn to meddle in the affairs of our Thirteen Taibao?"

"Chen Yu, are you trying to interfere in the affairs of our Thirteen Taibao?" Li Zhongyi said angrily. "Do you have the qualifications?"

"Of course I have the qualifications; otherwise, who would be bored enough to go looking for trouble?" Chen Yu squinted at these people and said, "The Thirteen Taibao are of one mind and one branch. Decades ago, a consensus was reached to follow the Taibao Order. You cannot deny this, can you?"

"We certainly don't deny that, but Big Brother's death was too sudden. First, no successor was designated, and second, the Taibao Order was not passed to anyone. In terms of seniority and strength, I, Wu Xian, am capable of taking on the role."

Wu Xian glanced at Chen Yu coldly and said, "Besides, this is an internal matter of our Thirteen Taibao; it has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it has to do with me. Look, what is this?" Chen Yu reached into his chest and took out a dark, heavy token.

"This is... the Taibao Order?" The people at the scene were shocked and stood up one after another.

The Thirteen Taibao held a very high status in the Jianghu, and it had long been rumored in the Jianghu: "Lao Mu in the south, Xiao Jiu in the north, the Thirteen Taibao roam the world."

The Taibao Order had always been kept by the chief leader of the Thirteen Taibao, Xie Wuji. Once this order appeared, most of the colleagues in the Jianghu had to show respect. However, they never expected that the Taibao Order would actually appear in the hands of this young stranger, Chen Yu.

At once, people in the Jianghu were whispering to each other, inquiring about who Chen Yu was.

"Why is the Taibao Order in your hands?" The expressions of the six Taibao changed drastically.

It was rumored years ago that the Taibao Order had been lost, but no one expected Chen Yu to produce it at this juncture. It seemed that today's matters were somewhat troublesome.

"Before the chief of the Thirteen Taibao, Senior Xie Wuji, passed away, he entrusted the Taibao Order to me. He said that the Thirteen Taibao should cultivate their nature through martial arts and nourish their bodies through virtue. But people's hearts are fickle, and some among the Thirteen Taibao have already forgotten the original intention of the Martial Dao."

"So, before he died, he handed the Taibao Order to me. If anyone among the Thirteen Taibao dares to defy the tenets of the Martial Dao, I may kill them on his behalf." Chen Yu held the Taibao Order and walked to the center.

"You are spouting nonsense. You must have stolen this Taibao Order." Wu Xian's expression changed drastically.

"Fourth Master was by his side at the time; he can testify," Chen Yu said.

"Heh, Huang Si is just a thug leader. We, the Thirteen Taibao, don't take him seriously at all. Since you are someone from Huang Si's side, who can guarantee that he didn't collude with you?"

Wu Xian stretched out a hand and shouted, "Hand over the Taibao Order, break your own arms, and roll down the mountain, and I will spare your life."

"No wonder Senior Xie was worried about you all before he died." Chen Yu smiled. He put away the Taibao Order in his hand and said, "So he already knew what kind of character some of you have."

"Kid, if you dare to spout wild words again, I will take your life." Zhou Chengwu had the most explosive temper; he stepped forward and shouted angrily.

"Did I say something wrong? Senior Xie was the chief of the Thirteen Taibao. Now that his body is not yet cold and he hasn't even been placed in his coffin, you people are here causing trouble. Is this to ensure he cannot die in peace?"

Chen Yu pointed at the few of them and shouted, "Now, kneel before Senior Xie's spirit and kowtow to admit your mistakes, otherwise I will not be polite to you."

Except for those like Li Zhongyi who were familiar with Chen Yu, the three of them looked at each other and then suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"What a joke. You, a greenhorn, probably haven't even grown all your hair yet. Are you threatening us?" Wu Xian sneered.

"Second Brother, stop wasting words with him. Let me go give him a taste of something."

Zhou Chengwu let out a roar. He grabbed with his right hand, and a huge Nine-Ring Broadsword from behind the grand armchair behind him was pulled out and held in his hand.

Zhou Chengwu was a master of the blade. His Nether Tyrant Blade had reached a state of perfection. He danced the hundred-pound broadsword, forged from refined steel, like a whirlwind.

Although his strength was only at the True Martial Initial Stage, this blade technique added quite a bit to his prowess.

Therefore, even if he encountered an expert at the True Martial Peak, he could still go up and fight.

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Chen Yu asked coldly.

"Kid, I find you very annoying. A wet-behind-the-ears greenhorn, and you dare to interfere in the affairs of our Thirteen Taibao? Today I will teach you a good lesson and let you taste the flavor of my Nether Tyrant Blade."

"The deceased is paramount. Senior Xie is lying right here. Are you really sure you want to do this?" Chen Yu reminded him again.

"Heh, Xie Wuji has occupied this seat for nearly twenty years. He set too many rules and regulations for us. Why do we practice martial arts? Isn't it just to have a foothold in this world?"

"Old Four, watch your words," Wu Xian shouted.

Zhou Chengwu immediately shut his mouth. It was indeed not good to speak his true thoughts in front of so many people. He sneered, "Kid, give me your life."

Whoosh... The nearly hundred-pound broadsword was swung up violently. The broadsword was 1.5 meters long and a palm wide. Zhou Chengwu was only 1.6 meters tall and thin; it was likely he didn't even weigh as much as this blade.

But under the impetus of his True Qi, this broadsword seemed to have no weight at all. He let out a loud shout and slashed violently at Chen Yu.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—three blade winds whistled away. Chen Yu's figure flashed, and he had already retreated more than a zhang. Zhou Chengwu roared and used a "Sweeping Across a Thousand Armies" move, heading straight for Chen Yu's vitals.

Chen Yu retreated again, and this blade missed once more. However, this blade wind was too sharp; as it slashed down, the white funeral couplets were shredded by the blade wind, turning into strands of white flowers drifting down from mid-air.

"Senior Xie, these are the Thirteen Taibao you valued so highly while you were alive. You treated them as brothers, but they—what did they treat you as?"

Chen Yu looked up and laughed loudly, "Since that's the case, I will act on your behalf before your spirit and teach them a good lesson."

As soon as Chen Yu finished speaking, his figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, rushing forward violently, and he struck out with a palm.

His speed was fast enough, and the force of this palm strike was strong enough. Zhou Chengwu was taken aback; he had underestimated Chen Yu's strength, so he had no choice but to block with his blade horizontally.

Bang... Chen Yu's palm slapped onto the blade surface. Zhou Chengwu let out a muffled groan and retreated several steps.

Chen Yu leaped up, rotated in mid-air, and delivered a side kick... Zhou Chengwu retreated again.

After landing, Chen Yu let out a roar, clenched his fists, dashed forward, and delivered a heavy blow with both fists.

Pfft... Zhou Chengwu staggered backward. Chen Yu's final punch directly injured his five viscera. He staggered back a few steps and fell backward.

Chen Yu's figure flashed, he grabbed the Nine-Ring Broadsword in his hand, and pressed down violently.

Thud—the hundred-pound Nine-Ring Broadsword pinned Zhou Chengwu underneath. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft."