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Chapter 229 Do you even have the right to speak?

Chen Zhan didn't care, and Ye Ningzhen didn't say anything either. It's normal for women in brothels to gossip behind people's backs, but they still respected Ye Ningzhen. In previous years, Ye Ningzhen had taught them a lesson on many occasions.

"Let's go upstairs. Master is discussing matters on the fourth floor."

Chen Zhan nodded.

The three of them went upstairs together. When they reached the second floor, the middle-aged woman who had just reprimanded them walked over and said, "Third Miss, you're back. You've been in Tianjin for three years."

Ye Ningzhen nodded: "Yes, Sister Fei, you've worked hard managing Jinlou."

"What are you talking about? The master saved our lives. Besides, the world is in chaos. It is already a blessing to have a place in the Golden Pavilion."

"Hmm, how is my master doing lately?"

"Not bad, but..."

She looked at Chen Zhan and the little fox, and Ye Ningzhen said, "Just say it directly, he's the boss from now on."

Sister Fei was startled, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Ye Ningzhen's words have many hidden meanings.

Moreover, it's even more unbelievable that Ye Ningzhen said it; is she going to help outsiders seize power?
Her gaze involuntarily drifted upstairs.

“Something happened the year before last, and the employer didn’t tell you, young lady. As a woman, I dare not say too much. You should ask the employer.”

Ye Ningzhen glanced at Sister Fei.

She suddenly felt a chill run through her body.

Ye Ningzhen didn't say much and went upstairs.

The second and third floors are the girls' residences.

At this moment, the door was tightly closed, and they pressed their ear against the window to listen.

They could tell that Ye Ningzhen was a little angry, but no one dared to come out and appease her. They all knew that Ye Ningzhen seemed easy to get along with on ordinary days, but she had taken countless lives on her hands.

Seven or eight years ago, when he was not yet twenty, he killed someone in the street and dragged the murderer to the police station.

They were ruthless and merciless.

The little fox sensed something was wrong, but he didn't dare to speak. Only Chen Zhan smiled and said, "There's no need to get angry, Ningzhen. Actually, there's a principle I've never mentioned before. I wonder if you've grasped it."

The two went upstairs one after the other. Upon hearing this, Ye Ningzhen stopped and waited for Chen Zhan to catch up so they could walk side by side. "What?" she asked.

Chen Zhan said, "You are the person in this world who understands my martial arts progress the most. What changes do you see in my martial arts after it has reached its peak?"

Ye Ningzhen looked at him, their eyes met, and she smiled and said, "These past two months, I feel that you have become more and more ethereal and otherworldly, as if you are about to ascend to heaven at any moment."

"Haha, I'm not kidding."

"Well, ascending to immortality on the spot is a joke, but your temperament has indeed become more ethereal, and your attitude towards many things has changed. If I had met you in Tianjin back then, you would have given that White Eyebrow Fist apprentice a little punishment as a warning?"

"Indeed, when martial arts skills are too high, many things become the same. No wonder in many fairy tales, when immortals descend to the mortal world, they are teased and bullied by mortals, but they don't get angry. Their level of life is different."

Ye Ningzhen nodded, understanding Chen Zhan's meaning.

The three of them quickly went up to the fourth floor.

The fourth floor is a large hall, just like the old movies Chen Zhan remembered. It's a simple and old-fashioned hall with tables and chairs arranged neatly. There are two seats at the front and two rows on the left and right, each with people sitting and some empty seats.

More were standing.

Behind the grand master's chair stood a row of disciples, the oldest being in their forties and the youngest in their teens, not yet adults.

Li Qingsu and Ruan Zhi were both present.

The two seats at the head of the table were empty on the left and occupied by a man nearing sixty, with sharp eyes and an extraordinary air about him, who did not look like a man of sixty.

Several people were sitting on each side, all of them around fifty years old.

Ye Ningzhen took the lead and walked in, followed by Chen Zhan with the little fox.

"Master, three senior uncles."

They clasped their hands in a fist salute, showing the respect due to disciples.

Li Guangpu, who was at the head of the table, nodded. "It's good that you're back. The journey was fraught with danger, but thankfully you're safe."

The man seated at the head of the right row said, "Alas, I heard from that girl Ruan Zhi that you have reached the Transformation Realm. It's time for us old guys to step down."

"Uncle Cheng, you flatter me. My Ningzhen skill is still shallow. It's better for you to be in charge of the Cheng School Bagua."

Cheng Yougong smiled and said, "You silly girl, you're implying something, telling me to mind my own business, right?"

Ye Ningzhen smiled and said, "Uncle-Master, don't overthink it."

"Hahaha, but what you say is true. Talented people emerge in every generation. You, girl, are already a genius who has reached the Transformation Realm in your twenties. Your husband is even more extraordinary, a Grandmaster in his twenties. There is no one like him before, and it will be difficult to find someone like him in the future."

“Even back then, Uncle Cheng didn’t have this ability. If this kid had been in the capital thirty years ago, perhaps he wouldn’t have had to die.”

Cheng Yougong is Cheng Tinghua's nephew, so he is addressed as Uncle Cheng.

Chen Zhan listened silently from behind.

The two young men behind Li Guangpu suddenly spoke up: "The Alliance Leader has such a high and mighty attitude, why is he hiding behind a woman?"

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone's eyes turned to him. The man was in his thirties, with a handsome and well-proportioned appearance, and his most distinctive feature was his very light eyebrows.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked somewhat resentful.

However, Chen Zhan did not speak. He walked out from Ye Ningzhen's side and went straight to Li Guangpu's side. Li Guangpu sat on the right of the two seats at the head of the table, while the main seat was on the left.

Chen Zhan glanced at the man behind Li Guangpu, smiled, turned around, lifted his long gown, and sat down in the main seat on the left.

The elderly people were not surprised at all.

This is the demeanor of a martial arts alliance leader: no matter how grand your display, I remain unmoved.

"You—!" The young man behind Li Guangpu was about to speak when Ye Ningzhen stepped forward, before she could say anything.

Li Guangpu suddenly stood up, turned around and looked at the young man who was looking at his master. They met eyes.

Li Guangpu said, "Do you have the right to speak?"

The young man was about to speak.

"Crack~"

With a crisp sound, Li Guangpu suddenly struck out with his palm. The Azure Dragon raised its head, unleashing its full power, and struck the young man's chest with incredible speed. The young man's body flew backward, accompanied by a sound.

"Kaka~"

"Papa~"

He knocked over the screen behind him, fell to the stairwell ten meters away, and couldn't get up.

“Master!” another young man behind Li Guangpu spoke up.

"You want to plead for me?"

"I wouldn't dare, Master, please don't be angry."

Li Guangpu's gaze was sharp as he said calmly, "You think I'm being unfair?"

The young man knelt down with a "thud!"

“Cunzhi really dares not. Master has his reasons for doing things. I only ask that Master not be too angry.”

Li Guangpu waved his hand, "Go and bring him here to me!"

Li Cunzhi immediately brought Lan Zhiyu, who had just been knocked away, over. Lan Zhiyu was spitting blood and had a broken piece of his sternum. Although he was conscious at the moment, he was seriously injured.

"Master, let Zhiyu heal his injuries first; they're quite severe," Li Cunzhi said.

Li Guangpu looked at him, then at Lan Zhiyu.

"This is heavy? Heavy my foot! Do you know how heavy the Japanese were when they killed people?"

"When the Japanese killed us, they would cut into our neck bones with a knife, controlling their strength so as not to cut through, but to leave it lodged in our necks, and then pry the knife off with great force, blowing our heads off. Have you ever seen that?"

"Have you ever seen how ruthless those red-haired Japanese devils are at killing people? They would break two people's arms behind their backs, tie their hands together with iron chains, and then pull desperately, squeezing them to death."

"I fucking slapped you once, that's too lenient!"

"If you feel wronged, then go to the Northeast, go to Tianjin and kill Japanese, kill those red-haired devils. Kill a thousand, no, a hundred, fifty, and when you come back, I'll give you my position!"

"Your generation hasn't seen it. Ask those of you here how the Eight-Nation Alliance slaughtered us when they invaded Beijing."

"You have to be selective about who you're jealous of. Are you blind? Can't you see the secret reports from Fengtian and Tianjin? Mr. Chen has killed more Japanese devils in Tianjin and Fengtian than you've ever seen in your entire life! Can't you see that I even gave up the main seat for Mr. Chen?"

"Who gave you the right to interfere with Mr. Chen's affairs?"

Chen Zhan waved his hand, "No need for that. Young people are full of vigor, which is a good thing."

Hearing Chen Zhan speak, Li Guangpu sat down angrily: "Take him out of here, put him in confinement for a month to reflect on his mistakes, and then come back to apologize to Mr. Chen himself."

Li Cunzhi nodded hastily, picked up his junior brother and left, fearing that any further delay would cost him his life.

"Please forgive me, Alliance Leader. I made a point of reminding you before you came, but I didn't expect that something went wrong on my end. It's my fault."

Li Guangpu spoke sincerely; he did indeed give instructions to his subordinates.

Ye Ningzhen brought Chen Zhan to the South, not as a son-in-law meeting his father-in-law. What is Chen Zhan's status and strength?
He came to the South to suppress the martial arts world and unify the Jianghu.

Putting aside other matters, Sun Lutang was also a disciple of Cheng Tinghua according to seniority, and he entered the sect later than Li Guangpu.

But among all these people, is there anyone who dares to put on airs with Sun Lutang?

Chen Zhan was no different. He was a grandmaster and the leader of the martial arts alliance. He caused chaos in Fengtian and Tianjin. Despite being besieged by artillery fire, he survived without being killed or injured, while countless Japanese devils died.

The old guys couldn't believe their eyes when they saw this result.

But the report was so definitive, and Ye Ningzhen had witnessed and experienced it firsthand, so she couldn't help but believe it.

Chen Zhan nodded: "It's alright, please sit down."

Ye Ningzhen nodded in satisfaction and sat down at the end of the left column.

"You all should know me, even if we've never met, you've probably seen me in the newspapers, right?"

Several elderly people nodded in agreement.

Feng Junyi, who was first in the right row, said, "We have all heard about the Alliance Leader's matter. You are truly deserving of the title of Alliance Leader."

He was also Cheng Tinghua's disciple, and Li Wenbiao beside him said, "That's right, I have no objection to this, but Alliance Leader, please don't mind Old Li's bluntness."

Chen Zhan smiled and said, "It's alright, Uncle Li, please speak freely."

"Haha, it's clear that the Alliance Leader isn't arrogant. Old Li then said directly, 'You've displayed your might in the North, dominating the martial arts world. No one in the North dares to challenge you. You've already achieved great success. But in the South, it's all just hearsay, and many people don't believe it at all.'"

"What the newspapers said was somewhat exaggerated, and you can understand why Southern boxers don't believe it, right?"

Chen Zhan nodded and smiled, "That's true. Some things are already exaggerated for us martial artists. The reports are just adding fuel to the fire, making me sound like an old immortal."

"And it's not just the boxers outside who don't believe it; those of you here also have doubts, right?"

His words made everyone present tense again.

"Hey, don't be nervous. What's the big deal? Practicing martial arts isn't like being a cult or a con artist. It's normal to be questioned. Which martial arts school doesn't have people coming to challenge them every few days?"

"This is simple. We practitioners can tell the difference between real and fake with just one test."

After Chen Zhan finished speaking, he stood up.

(End of this chapter)