Chapter 627: You Are Ungrateful

"How did you know?" Qiu Yuefeng's expression changed drastically.

"I am a Martial Artist, and also a Yisheng. It is not strange that I can see what problems you have," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"Did you approach us on purpose? What are your intentions?" A flash of killing intent flickered in Qiu Yuefeng's eyes.

She had grown up in the Zhang Family since she was a child, and her master treated her like his own daughter; she would not allow anyone with ill intentions to harm the Zhang Clan.

"Approach you? Intentions?" Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I think you are overthinking it. Meeting your master was an accident, and saving him was out of my professional duty as a Yisheng. As for intentions? I really don't have any."

"Then why do you know the origin of our Zhang Heart Method, and how do you know the situation I encounter during my cultivation?" Qiu Yuefeng grabbed with her right hand, and her short sword was already half-drawn from its sheath.

"Heh, knowing is just knowing; it doesn't need a reason." Chen Yu laughed, shook his head, and said, "I came here as a guest at your master's invitation, and pointed out your problems in passing. I didn't expect to receive such treatment. Since that is the case, I shall take my leave."

"Stop right there. Our Zhang Clan—is it a place you can come and go as you please?" Qiu Yuefeng flicked her right hand, and with a *whoosh*, a cold glint surged from her hand.

She held a three-foot short sword, pointing it directly at Chen Yu's back, and said sternly, "If you dare to take another step forward, I will not be polite."

"So what do you want to do?" Chen Yu turned his head: "Make me admit that I approached your Zhang Family with bad intentions?"

"Speak, who exactly are you, and what is your purpose in coming to our Zhang Clan?" Qiu Yuefeng demanded.

"Zhang Lao, shouldn't your disciple be disciplined?" Chen Yu frowned slightly.

"Grandfather, this person really has problems. It would be better if we investigated clearly." Zhang Lei glanced at Chen Yu, also looking unconvinced.

Zhang Zhengwen's expression changed again and again, but in the end, he turned his gaze away and remained silent.

Indeed, Chen Yu knew too much; he had to figure out what was going on.

"Fine, fine." Chen Yu laughed: "It is a waste that you are a Martial Arts Family and a righteous sect. I saved you, then pointed out the problems in your cultivation and your physical condition, and you don't even thank me, but instead suspect me now."

"Calling you a Martial Arts Family is truly an insult to those four words," Chen Yu said coldly.

"Enough talk. Surrender immediately, otherwise I will take action," Qiu Yuefeng said sternly.

"Surrender? Those four words have never existed in my dictionary." Chen Yu glanced at her coldly, then stepped away.

"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit." Qiu Yuefeng gave a clear cry, her right hand shook, and with a *chi* sound from the short sword in her hand, a strand of True Qi attached to the blade. Her figure flickered, and the short sword in her hand thrust toward Chen Yu.

Qiu Yuefeng had good natural talent and her strength was not weak, but the person she encountered was Chen Yu.

Chen Yu's figure flickered as he walked forward two steps. Qiu Yuefeng's eyes blurred; the Chen Yu she had locked onto suddenly disappeared from before her eyes. Her sword was originally meant to pierce Chen Yu's back, but as her eyes blurred, the sword veered two steps to the left.

*Ding! * Her sword struck the stone pillar on the side of the pavilion, and sparks flew everywhere.

She pulled back the short sword and pointed it at Chen Yu again.

"Not bad. Although you are only at the Master Realm, being able to thrust that sword makes you a genius." Chen Yu nodded in approval: "But I have no interest in playing with you today. You know your own problems in your hearts; take care of yourselves."

"Little Friend Chen, please stay." Just as Chen Yu was about to turn and leave, Zhang Zhengwen's voice rang out.

He opened his hands, and his sleeves billowed without wind; clearly, he was prepared for battle, because he had seen from that previous sword strike that Chen Yu was not simple.

Qiu Yuefeng's strength was good; logically speaking, she should have been able to easily strike Chen Yu, but that sword strike had inexplicably veered off.

Although Zhang Zhengwen was only a Martial Truth Realm expert, his thirty-plus years of martial arts career gave him sufficient experience. Even he could not see why that sword strike had veered off, so Chen Yu must not be simple.

Qiu Yuefeng was indeed his prized disciple, but relying on her to keep Chen Yu here was likely impossible.

Zhang Zhengwen also felt that Chen Yu was too bizarre. He knew too much—his own family's heart method, and even the problems his disciple encountered during cultivation, he could see clearly. If he didn't figure it out, he feared he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Therefore, he could not care about his high seniority and decided to step in to stop Chen Yu and get to the bottom of it.

"Is Zhang Lao planning to personally take action against a junior like me?" Chen Yu turned back and looked at Zhang Zhengwen.

"This old man has some doubts in his heart that need to be cleared up. I hope Little Friend Chen understands and cooperates." Zhang Zhengwen shouted: "After clearing it up, if there is no conflict of interest with our Zhang Clan, I will naturally let Little Friend go."

"Hmm, if I don't cooperate, you will take action to forcibly keep me here?" The smile on Chen Yu's face grew thicker: "I am your savior. On the plane, you suffered from Qi deviation; if it weren't for me taking action, how could you be alive now?"

"I naturally would not dare to forget the grace of saving my life, Little Friend," Zhang Zhengwen said: "But I still need to get to the bottom of these matters."

"Good, thank you for letting me understand what it means to be ungrateful," Chen Yu said with a chuckle: "However, do you really take me for a novice who has just stepped into the Martial Dao? If so, then you are likely mistaken."

"I see your cultivation is just at the entry level," Qiu Yuefeng on the side sneered: "You know quite a bit, but no matter how much you know, it is of no use in the face of absolute strength."

"Then come on. Let's finish this early so I can leave," Chen Yu said with his head held high.

"Master, leave it to me. This time I will not miss again," Qiu Yuefeng said.

"This young man is very bizarre. I always feel I cannot see through him. Be careful," Zhang Zhengwen said.

"Rest assured." With a clear shout from Qiu Yuefeng and a flash of cold light, the short sword in her hand thrust toward Chen Yu again.

Chen Yu's right hand moved slightly. Qiu Yuefeng did not see his hand movements clearly at all, but only heard a *crack*—the short sword in her hand suddenly shattered into more than ten fragments.

At the same time, she felt an extremely powerful aura emanate from Chen Yu. She retreated several steps with a *clack-clack-clack*, and the floor beneath her feet cracked.

Moreover, only the hilt remained of the sword in her hand, and there were over ten sword fragments at her feet, now stuck straight into the floor.

Qiu Yuefeng was shocked. Chen Yu's cultivation was definitely not at the entry level. She looked up at Chen Yu in horror.

"You are merely a Martial Artist at the Master Realm. If you really want to die, go commit suicide. If I take action to kill you, it is no different from killing an ant."

Chen Yu's voice rang out, and he beckoned with his right hand, drawing three leaves from a green belt into his hand.