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Many had clearly heard of the power of this Diamond Rope, and the moment it was taken out, they instinctively stepped back.
Chen Anlin raised an eyebrow; within that rope, there was actually a surge of spiritual energy! It was indeed a spiritual artifact. This was interesting. Chen Anlin couldn't tell if it was a true spiritual artifact or merely a semi-spiritual one.
He took out the Yellow Flash and with a slight flick, sword energy surged forth. The Diamond Rope was immediately surrounded by countless strands of sword energy, causing it to retreat.
However, Shen Congfeng shouted lowly, and the rope surged forward again. This time, it seemed to emanate a powerful force of spiritual energy, attempting to drive away the sword energy.
It was futile; my treasure is—
Just as Shen Congfeng was about to say something more, his expression suddenly changed. Although Chen Anlin's sword was of inferior quality compared to his own, its attack power was formidable. In just three strikes, an imprint had already appeared on his Diamond Rope.
Shen Congfeng panicked; what was happening? His family heirloom had actually sustained damage.
Wait—
He quickly recalled his treasure and shouted, "I concede."
In comparison to face, it was clear that the treasure was far more important. It was better to be sensible and surrender early.
As the attack ceased, Chen Anlin also put away the Yellow Flash, feeling somewhat surprised. A person so concerned about their reputation actually surrendered just like that.
Instantly, whispers erupted among the crowd. Many were left speechless in shock. Just as rumored, Chen Anlin was indeed powerful; even when Shen Congfeng revealed his trump card, he still lost to Chen Anlin. Chen Anlin was truly terrifying.
"Do you understand now?" Chen Anlin asked indifferently.
"I'm sorry, miss," Shen Congfeng took a deep breath and addressed the female disciple of the Baihua Sect.
The female disciple who had almost been struck moments ago was momentarily taken aback; Shen Congfeng really apologized to her!
"It's... it's nothing," she replied.
Chen Anlin nodded, "Alright then, everyone disperse."
With a sigh of relief, Shen Congfeng clasped his hands toward Chen Anlin. "Thank you for your forgiveness, Chen Zikuan."
As he spoke, he quickly took out a jade vial and began to rub it on the golden rope, which seemed to be a substance capable of repairing treasures. While he worked, Shen Congfeng felt an immense sense of gratitude; had he not been wise enough to surrender just now, the treasure would likely have suffered even more damage.
To be honest, he didn’t harbor much resentment toward Chen Anlin. Upon reflection, it was indeed his own arrogance that had led him to speak ill of others and bully other women, resulting in the current predicament. Ultimately, it was his fault.
After finishing the application of the liquid, Shen Congfeng stood up and again clasped his hands toward Chen Anlin. "Thank you for showing mercy, Chen Zikuan. From now on, you shall be my elder brother."
Chen Anlin was taken aback. He found it hard to see through Shen Congfeng now. Just moments ago, he had been incredibly arrogant, yet now he was admitting defeat and calling him brother. Was this man merely patient, or was he genuinely this magnanimous?
Well, as long as you recognize your mistakes. Alright then, let’s disperse.
Chen Anlin didn’t pay him much mind and walked toward the group from the Hundred Flowers Sect.
"Chen Zikuan, since you’re new here and don’t know where to go, I’m willing to be your guide," Shen Congfeng offered proactively.
Without turning back, Chen Anlin replied, "No need; I’m with the Hundred Flowers Sect."
In the crowd, Chen Anlin spotted dozens of disciples from the Hundred Flowers Sect. Through their conversations, he learned that ancient ruins had been discovered underwater here, seemingly filled with numerous treasures. Some of these treasures appeared to be of great use to their sect leader, Yang Bingyi.
As a result, Yang Bingyi personally led over thirty disciples to this location. With so many people gathered here, she had rented a small inn where they were currently staying.
Interesting; even you would risk your life for those ruins. Chen Anlin smiled to himself.
"Let’s go visit our master; she will surely be delighted to see you back," one disciple suggested.
"Alright, let’s go." As Chen Anlin spoke, he glanced around at his surroundings.
There were many people here, and a chance had just emerged. He wondered if another mysterious child of fortune would appear. When that time came, it would be the moment for the hunt! Unfortunately, after surveying the crowd, he found that everyone was just a bunch of naive fools, not a single one worth his attention.
On the fourth floor of the inn, this was where Yang Bingyi was staying with her disciples. She occupied the top floor, and upon learning that Chen Anlin had arrived, her expression became complicated. This troublesome person had come as well? Instinctively, she tightened her legs together, and a faint blush crept onto her fair cheeks. There was no helping it; just thinking about those chaotic moments with Chen Anlin made her feel an uncontrollable longing!
Since Chen Anlin had left, she often found herself reminiscing about his strong physique with those eight-pack abs late at night. Sometimes, she even considered going to the capital to find him, claiming it was just a passing visit. Then she would half-heartedly entertain the idea to relieve her loneliness. But in the end, she never went through with it.
"Let him come up," Yang Bingyi instructed her disciples.
"Yes."
Moments later, Chen Anlin walked in. Without waiting for Yang Bingyi to speak, he turned to one of the female disciples and said seriously, "Junior Sister, you should step out for a moment. I have important matters to discuss with Master!"
His serious demeanor made the female disciple believe him; she genuinely thought Chen Anlin had something significant to talk about. Nodding in agreement, she stepped outside.
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