Chapter 347: What is the Price?

"There will certainly be a price, but the Qing Sect is not a place that fears trouble. You are my savior, having cured my ten-year-old injury, so it is only right that I do something for you to return this favor."

"Haha, I appreciate your kindness, Old Hong, but I will resolve this matter myself," Chen Yu laughed heartily. "Although Mu Chengcang is a Martial Ancestor, his actions are beneath his status."

"Besides, in the world of the jianghu, the waves of the Yangtze River always push the ones before them. This time, I would like to meet this Martial Ancestor Realm expert who has been famous for twenty years and see if he truly has the level he claims."

"Good, you have spirit." Old Hong gave Chen Yu a thumbs-up. "Little Chen, then at noon the day after tomorrow, I will go to the peak of Beifeng Mountain to cheer you on."

"Thank you, Old Hong. To be honest, there are not many people who would stand by my side at this stage; after all, not everyone is willing to offend a Martial Ancestor Realm expert." Chen Yu stood up and bowed slightly.

"Haha, what Martial Ancestor or not? It makes no difference to me. Rest assured, all one hundred thousand disciples of the Qing Sect are on your side." Old Hong smiled slightly.

After finishing his chat with Old Hong, Chen Yu returned home directly.

The moment he pushed the door open and entered, Chen Yu's figure paused slightly; there was someone in the room.

Pushing the door open, he saw a man sitting in the living room. The man was in his thirties, his expression cold and stern, his cultivation restrained and not unleashed. He was already at the limit of the True Martial Realm; one step further, and he would be a Martial Ancestor Realm expert.

"Heh, Chen Yu?" Seeing Chen Yu, the man revealed an arrogant expression, his gaze frivolous. He looked at Chen Yu as if looking at a dead man.

"Who are you? It is not very polite to come uninvited." Chen Yu said indifferently.

"I am Gu Zhiwen, the direct Chief Disciple of the Northern Border grandmaster Mu Chengcang," the man said proudly.

"Are you here to deliver a challenge?" Chen Yu glanced at him and saw a letter of challenge placed on the table to his side.

"That's right, I'm here to deliver a challenge on behalf of my master." The man slapped the table with his right hand. *Whoosh—* the letter of challenge suddenly flew up, trailing a streak of light, and flew toward Chen Yu like a sharp arrow.

This guy was already at the True Martial Peak. At his current age, it was highly likely he would break through to Martial Ancestor. Moreover, this letter of challenge was extremely sharp; imbued with True Qi, the thrown letter was no different from a blade.

If it were an ordinary person, they would very likely have been injured by this letter. But Chen Yu grabbed it lightly with his right hand, caught the letter, and then tossed it aside as if throwing away trash.

"Whether the challenge is delivered or not makes no difference. Go back and tell your master that at noon the day after tomorrow, I will go to the top of Beifeng Mountain to fight him." Chen Yu said indifferently.

"Pick it up." Gu Zhiwen's expression was stern. "This is something my master gave you; you should have accepted it respectfully."

"If you had handed it to me properly, I would have accepted it. But now?" Chen Yu sneered. He tapped his right foot on the ground, and the letter of challenge suddenly flew up. He released his True Qi, and with a *pop*, the letter was blasted into smithereens.

"Destroying my master's challenge is an insult to my master. You surnamed Chen, you are bold!" Gu Zhiwen was furious.

"You respect your master very much because he is a Martial Dao grandmaster who reached the Martial Ancestor Realm twenty years ago—the highest realm pursued by martial artists in this world. So in your heart, he is a god, right?" Chen Yu glanced at him.

"But to me, he is nothing."

"To me, my master is a god. Chen Yu, you dare to insult my master? Today I will teach you a good lesson." Gu Zhiwen stepped forward. *Crack! * The floorboards under his feet split, and crisscrossing cracks extended outward.

"You can deliver a challenge, but since you came uninvited, it wouldn't be excessive for me to wipe you out right now." Chen Yu furrowed his brows, already feeling angry.

"Heh, Chen Yu, do you really think of yourself as some kind of expert? It's just that this small place of Fengling has never seen a real expert. If it weren't for the invitation from the Yu Clan, I could have wiped you out myself. Why would I need to trouble my master to take action?" Gu Zhiwen clenched his right fist and shouted violently.

Following his violent shout, his fist emitted a sound like popping beans. He rushed toward Chen Yu rapidly, and with every step he landed on the ground, the floorboards would split.

Infinite Fist: all the body's power is gathered together and unleashed in an instant, with immense power.

Suddenly, his figure stalled and stopped on the spot, because Chen Yu had easily gripped his fist.

Gu Zhiwen was shocked. He had disliked Chen Yu from the start and wanted to wipe this guy out on his master's behalf; he had used his full strength in this punch.

But he never expected that this punch, into which he had poured his full strength, would be gripped by Chen Yu so easily.

"You've got one thing wrong," Chen Yu said with a smile. "The Yu Clan couldn't do anything about me, which is why they invited your master to come out of seclusion."

"Given your master's status, challenging a junior like me is an extremely shameful thing, yet he still came personally and did not send you disciples to fight. What does this mean? It means he knows my strength."

"Chen Yu, you..." Gu Zhiwen felt Chen Yu's hand gripping tighter and tighter. His fist was already faintly emitting the *crack* sound of popping beans, and he felt he could no longer hold on.

"Your strength is not bad. Reaching the True Martial Peak in your thirties, you are only one opportunity away from the Martial Ancestor Realm. Perhaps if you practiced with a calm heart, you could break through to Martial Ancestor after forty and become a grandmaster like your master."

"It's a pity you don't practice with a calm heart, relying on Mu Chengcang to back you up and relying on your decent strength to fight everywhere? Since your master doesn't teach you well, I will teach you for him." Chen Yu sneered and poked forward with one finger.

Chen Yu's finger struck his Dantian acupoint precisely. *Puff*, a faint sound rang out, and a trace of finger force suddenly pierced through his chest.

Gu Zhiwen let out a miserable shriek. His figure fell backward, crashing through the door with a *thud* and collapsing onto the ground. He struggled to get up, but he couldn't catch his breath; his head felt light, and he slumped heavily onto the floor.

A shadow flashed, and Chen Yu was already before him. Gu Zhiwen suddenly felt his Internal Force slowly draining away. He screamed in terror, "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing much, just tapped your Dantian acupoint and shattered your Three Meridians and Five Vessels, so your cultivation will stop right here." Chen Yu looked indifferent.

"Chen Yu, you ruined my future, you ruined my future!" Gu Zhiwen's face turned deathly pale, and he hissed at Chen Yu.

One must know that he had reached the True Martial Peak at the age of thirty-eight and only needed to take one small step forward to reach the Martial Ancestor Realm.

Although it was only half a step away, the difference in strength, reputation, and status was worlds apart. His master, Mu Chengcang, had also placed high hopes on him, looking forward to the day he could become a Martial Ancestor and bring glory to Mu Chengcang.

But Chen Yu had destroyed his Three Meridians and Five Vessels without a second thought, causing his cultivation to stop right there. From now on, he could never hope to advance even an inch; Chen Yu had effectively destroyed his future.