From the fake emperor to the concubine

"You damned bandits, how dare you kill my Zheng family members and try to destroy my Zheng family lineage! Die!"

As Zheng Chengbai killed people, he muttered to himself.

"You're such a weakling, how come you're trying to kill and set fires like others? You're really courting death. I'll send you to be reincarnated right now."

"You can't even dodge such a simple move, how can you still have the nerve to live, let alone step into the world of cultivation? If I were you, I would have already found a block of tofu and smashed my head against it."

"What are you trying to show off for? You don't actually think you're that handsome, do you? The kind of pretty boy I despise the most is someone like you who has no skills whatsoever."

"Wow, you're quite skilled. You managed to block two of my moves. That's impressive."

Zheng Chengbai, who was originally like a tiger among sheep, was suddenly blocked by a cultivator.

The man was in his forties and was holding a fan made of chalcedony steel.

This fan is extremely hard; when opened, it resembles a shield and can even absorb the opponent's attacks and use them for its own benefit.

Zheng Chengbai was caught off guard and ended up suffering a slight loss.

The attack landed on the fan made of chalcedony steel. Not only was most of the force of his attack absorbed, but it also rebounded back, making his arm numb.

"Hmph! He's only practiced a few rudimentary techniques, yet he really thinks he's some kind of expert."

"You Zheng family members are really arrogant and narrow-minded."

Zheng Chengbai was not angry but happy. This was the first time he had ever actually fought on the battlefield since he had mastered the skills passed down by his ancestor.

His previous enemies were too weak, preventing him from unleashing his true strength, so he's really unsure where his limits lie.

After all, he simply couldn't fully utilize the techniques passed down from his ancestors when sparring with his own family members.

Now that a formidable opponent has appeared, Zheng Chengbai is overjoyed, finally able to test the limits of his cultivation technique.

Zheng Chengbai made a slight adjustment and immediately launched another attack. His moves seemed to focus on only one word: speed.

Not only are their movements fast, but the transitions between their moves and spells are also incredibly quick. Before one move is even finished, another has already followed.

Just as the enemy blocked an attack, he finished his three moves and then unleashed a fiery spell on the enemy's face.

Of course, with such rapid transitions, the power of the moves is naturally not as impressive as expected.

The cultivator who fought against Zheng Chengbai was caught off guard and took a hit from him, but he only suffered minor injuries.

However, what really bothered Zheng Chengbai's opponent was not his attacks, but this guy's hateful mouth.

"Ouch, ouch, how could you be so careless? I hadn't even used my full strength yet, and you're already injured?"

"Could it be that I was moving too fast? That shouldn't be the case; I've already slowed down my movements considerably."

As they were talking, Zheng Chengbai suddenly looked as if she had just realized something: "You can't possibly not even dodge such a slow attack? No way, no way?"

"You're a disciple of a major sect, you can't possibly be this weak."

"By the way, I'm just curious, is it just you who's this weak, or is everyone in your sect this weak?"

Zheng Chengbai kept rambling on and on, which annoyed the cultivators fighting against him.

Unable to contain himself, he retorted, "Are you ever going to stop? If you're going to fight, then fight properly, why are you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he opened his mouth in a distraction and inadvertently fell into Zheng Chengbai's trap again.

This attack was quite dangerous; it almost grazed his throat.

If he hadn't instinctively shifted his body to the side, he would likely have been seriously injured, if not killed.

At that moment, he dared not speak recklessly and quickly put aside all distractions to concentrate on the enemy.

However, the more he concentrated, the clearer he could hear every single word Zheng Chengbai said.

He felt as if the guy's words had turned into characters, constantly drilling into his head, making him dizzy and disoriented.

"Your defense just now was so half-hearted! If I hadn't gone easy on you, you'd be dead by now."

"If you want to die, can you find a secluded place to die by yourself and not delay my battle?"

"I thought I'd finally get to experience the thrill of fighting to the limit, but this is all you've got?"

"Forget it, someone with your strength isn't worthy of being my opponent. Why don't you find someone else?"

Zheng Chengbai spoke faster and faster, and the cultivators fighting him were now completely certain that it was not an illusion.

Every word this guy uttered appeared before his eyes, obscuring his vision, and his voice was like a demonic whisper, affecting his power.

Right now, I probably can't even unleash 40% of my full strength.

When exactly did I fall into their trap?

The monk struggled to think for a long time with his brain, which felt as if it were filled with lead, and finally came to a conclusion.

I'm afraid I'd already fallen into their trap the moment I heard that despicable guy utter his first words.

After that, the guy kept rambling on and on, distracting me, so I never thought about it that way.

"you……"

Before the cultivator could say anything, Zheng Chengbai's palm had already passed through the words and, as if tearing through the void, directly imprinted itself on his chest.

The cultivator wanted to resist, but even the spiritual energy within his body was like a river filled with silt, unable to flow normally.

The next moment, spiritual energy surged forth, and his heart meridian was directly shattered by Zheng Chengbai, with a huge bloody hole bursting out of his chest as well.

Zheng Chengbai then casually caught the guy's folding fan.

Since the master was dead, Zheng Chengbai easily erased the spiritual imprint on it.

With a whoosh, the fan, made of chalcedony steel, opened, its surface gleaming with a warm, jade-like luster in the sunlight.

"Very good, very good. I was just worried about not having a suitable weapon. Thank you for the gift, fellow Daoist."

Those around him who heard his words immediately turned pale.

How can you be so shameless? You clearly killed and stole the treasure yourself, yet you have the nerve to say it was given to you by someone else?

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, both members of the Zheng family and their enemies who attacked the Zheng family unconsciously distanced themselves from Zheng Chengbai.

Fighting others is nothing special.

But fighting Zheng Chengbai would not only mean certain death, but before dying, you would also be subjected to extreme humiliation by him.

During previous training battles within the Zheng family, it wasn't that no one had ever fought against Zheng Chengbai.

Especially after hearing that Zheng Chengbai had gotten incredibly lucky and received the ancestor's inheritance, countless members of the family were green with envy.

Many people even deliberately sought out Zheng Chengbai to spar.

However, the result disappointed them. Zheng Chengbai was indeed much stronger than the other family members, but compared with those who were truly exceptionally talented, there was still a considerable gap.

Many people are puzzled, wondering what kind of vision our ancestors had.

Why choose this one person over so many other exceptionally talented family members?

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad, but they had also seen the cultivation techniques that their ancestors had passed down to Zheng Chengbai.

It's fair to say that it felt completely nonsensical; they had no idea how to cultivate this thing or what the effects would be after successful cultivation.

Until today, they finally witnessed it.

While shocked and bewildered, she was also somewhat grateful to Zheng Chengbai.

Luckily, this guy didn't go all out during our sparring session, otherwise...

That guy's incessant chatter is enough to give me nightmares for several nights.

Of course, there are always some people who don't believe in superstition.

In particular, among the cultivators who attacked the Zheng family, they were even less inclined to believe that Zheng Chengbai had won through sheer strength.

Not long after they had dealt with the enemy, the next cultivator directly targeted Zheng Chengbai.

“Young Master Zheng, your underhanded tactic of distracting people with incessant chatter can only be used once. I won’t fall for it.”

Before taking action, this monk also learned from the experience of the previous unlucky fellow.

They would never allow Zheng Chengbai to launch a full-scale attack; instead, they would take the initiative and seize the initiative themselves.

That way, I won't be distracted by Zheng Chengbai's words and end up on the defensive.

Zheng Chengbai had just obtained a new magic weapon, a jade steel fan that, when closed, resembled a short sword, eerily sharp and powerful.

When the fan is opened, it can be used as both a sword and a shield.

Although none of them are as useful as these weapons when taken individually, they have the advantage of being flexible and versatile.

Zheng Chengbai himself didn't know what was going on. He had just snatched the folding fan, but he was using it with ease, as if he had practiced it a thousand times, without any awkwardness.

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. I'm just someone who can't keep my mouth shut."

"Think about it yourself. If I can make a cultivator complacent or even expose a flaw just by talking... is that my problem, or is it that the cultivator's Dao heart is not firm?"

Zheng Chengbai's opponent's thoughts immediately followed his question.

"What you said seems to make sense. If they are swayed by just a few words, then their Dao heart is truly lacking..." Before he could finish speaking, the cultivator suddenly realized something was wrong.

I just realized that the guy who got killed earlier was distracted by Zheng Chengbai's words, so why am I repeating the same mistake?

As a result, in that moment of wavering, Zheng Chengbai launched a preemptive attack, leaving him only able to defend in a disheveled state.

Clearly, both he and the guy Zheng Chengbai just killed were actually stronger than Zheng Chengbai.

In terms of combat power alone, they are far superior to Zheng Chengbai.

But unfortunately, he just couldn't beat Zheng Chengbai.

"Fellow Daoist, how could you be influenced by mere rhetoric? This shouldn't be the case; it's truly disappointing."

When Zheng Chengbai was attacking, he talked even more, which was really hard to understand. How could he maintain such a smooth attack rhythm when he was distracted by talking?

His opponent, on the other hand, was already feeling annoyed and indignant because he had been tricked.

Hearing about this guy's unforgiving behavior now only fuels my anger.

He gritted his teeth and cursed, "You bastard, when it's time to fight, just fight properly! Can't you fight if you shut your mouth?"

"How did you know?" He never expected that Zheng Chengbai would not only not refute, but would so openly admit it.

"To be honest, the martial arts technique passed down to me by my ancestors is only powerful when I'm speaking."

"Our ancestors are truly amazing. How come I never realized before that speaking during a fight is so useful?"

"Luckily, I have my ancestors. If they hadn't discovered me, with my talent, I would have definitely become just another ordinary person."

As he spoke, Zheng Chengbai even started to shed tears. After sobbing a couple of times, he suddenly burst into laughter as if he had just remembered something: "Thanks to the ancestor, I am where I am today!"

The cultivators fighting around them all looked at the Zheng family members, their opponents, with puzzled expressions.

That look seemed to say, "Are you all in the Zheng family mentally unstable?"

The Zheng family members were so frustrated they wanted to disappear into the ground. They really wanted to tell these people that this guy, who looked like a lunatic and kept changing his mind, was definitely not one of their relatives.

For a time, even morale was affected.

Although Zheng Chengbai's mind seems a bit off, his strength is truly terrifying.

Despite being mentally prepared, his opponent was still affected by his words, unable to unleash his full potential, and his moves became increasingly flawed.

Before long, Zheng Chengbai's jade fan shattered his head.

After taking down two people in succession, Zheng Chengbai looked around and said domineeringly, "Who else dares to come up and die?"

For a moment, not a single cultivator on the attacking side dared to make a move.

Many of them are clearly much stronger than Zheng Chengbai.

However, Zheng Chengbai's strange techniques terrified them so much that they dared not approach.

Those who possess this ability and can consistently suppress Zheng Chengbai are all renowned senior masters.

It's not that they still care about their status, position, or reputation at this point.

The key question is, what if they make a move against this kid and the Zheng family's experts find a weakness in him?
When masters clash, the difference is often just a hair's breadth. No one wants to lose their life here because they are distracted by dealing with a junior like Zheng Chengbai.

The experts were hesitant, and the other cultivators were no match for Zheng Chengbai.

As a result, this guy seemed to be truly invincible, and no one took the initiative to challenge Zheng Chengbai.

"What's going on?" Zheng Chengbai blinked, his mocking laughter almost echoing across the entire battlefield.

"You bunch of good-for-nothings, you're not even afraid of me, are you? In our Zheng family, I'm not considered any expert."

"You can't even beat me, yet you want to destroy the Zheng family? I advise you to give up, it's just a pipe dream."

Good grief, this guy actually started mocking everyone.

Many people were so enraged by Zheng Chengbai's infuriating words that they wanted to rush over and fight him for three hundred rounds.

Getting distracted during a game is a major mistake.

Just that one sarcastic remark was enough to kill at least a dozen cultivators who were attacking the Zheng family, distracted by the attack. (End of Chapter)