I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 45 - 40: Effort is Useless, Must Fight Desperately

Nightfall.

In the Wei Dynasty’s western borderlands, the West River Prefecture neighboring the West Continent Buddha Country, was not as sparsely populated or impoverished as described by the residents of the Capital City Prefecture.

On the contrary, it possessed the exotic beauty distinct from the inland nations.

Here lay the majestic Hada Palace.

The palaces, occupying two mountain peaks, were built with the millennium ironwood from the deep mountains of the Southern Barbarians.

There’s the Heavenly Pool as clear as mirrors, occasionally revealing the splendid scene of water flooding over the golden mountains.

Moreover, there was Wuliang Mountain, the foremost among the Taoist sanctuaries.

Even in the night, the magnificent Taoist temple built on the mountain top among the clouds still shone brightly, resembling an earthly Immortal Realm.

Yet, in the places where the lights of the temple could not reach, deep into the stretches of mountains extending thousands of miles, a juvenile and exhausted voice echoed intermittently.

"Still, still, a hundred zhang..."

"Fifty zhang!"

"Thirty!"

As the voice slowly moved from the foot to the peak of the mountain, the moonlight gradually illuminated the figure.

It was indeed Chen Yuan, who had joined Wuliang Mountain.

"I’ve done it!"

Chen Yuan, from atop the mountain, glanced downwards then leaned against a tree, breathing heavily with fatigue.

Though it was not a very steep cliff and had footholds to aid the climb, the climb of twelve hours had nearly drained all his strength.

"Is this unacceptable?"

At that moment, a hoarse voice traveled from not far away.

Immediately after, the owner of the voice, dressed in short black clothes and limping slowly approached.

He was faintly visible as a middle-aged man, with a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a fully structured nose and mouth.

Were it not for his crippled legs, his appearance could definitely be described as handsome.

However, in the night, his figure resembled a flickering ghost, gloomy and terrifying.

"Let the horse over, over here!"

Chen Yuan clenched his teeth, propped himself with one hand on the tree trunk, small and thin yet stubbornly upright.

The limping man curled his lips, revealing an unsettling smile that greatly contrasted with his handsome appearance.

"That was just your second brother Chen Yi’s share."

"Don’t forget, you still have another kindred brother, his name is Chen Fan, right?"

"Just speak, what, what do you want me to do!" Chen Yuan glared fiercely at him.

The limping man was slightly stunned, then laughed while clapping his hands.

"That’s a great expression, just like that, it should be this way hahaha…"

While laughing crazily, he shouted:

"If you want to inherit my ’Absolute Blade’ legacy, effort is useless, you must fight with your life!"

"Now grab your blade, and swing it five thousand times before dawn."

"If you complete it, just like before, I will prevent the Old Marquis from going after your third brother."

"If not, then I will…"

However, before he could finish his words, Chen Yuan had already picked up a blade nearby and started hacking, with his back facing him.

"One, two, three…"

While swinging the blade, Chen Yuan counted through clenched teeth.

Even though he was already utterly exhausted and drained, he stubbornly persevered.

Each swing of the blade was lifted high and fell heavily, slowly and powerfully.

"Heh!"

The limping man’s hysterical laughter stopped, watching the back of him swinging the blade, his silent heart also rippled.

He’s a naive, deeply sentimental fool, after all...

Unfortunately, the fact that Absolute Blade could stand out among the numerous legacies in Wuliang Mountain, and even surpass some aspects of the Flipping Heaven Dao and Sea Covering Dao—

Depended not on sentimentality, but on ruthlessness and heartlessness!

After watching for a while, the limping man seemed to hear some noises, his expression displeased, he frowned.

Then he faded into a shadow and disappeared.

Sensing his departure, Chen Yuan paused his blade swinging momentarily, then continued.

During those three months in the dungeon, he had learned a lot.

Aside from becoming ruthless, what he deeply realized was ― reliance on others is futile; one must rely on oneself!

Especially after having his intelligence opened many times recently, he became even more convinced of this point.

However, regarding the threats just made...

Chen Yuan did not dare to bet, not even with a slight possibility would he give up.

Second brother, heh heh, your big brother is, after all, very formidable!

…

Meanwhile, on the mountain opposite Chen Yuan, Duke Jingye Mansion’s old steward Chen Ke stood behind a tree, reading a secret letter under the moonlight.

"The Marquis has been summoned by the Holy Emperor to the hunting ground, he will not return until mid-autumn."

"Lord Chen’s second son has unparalleled potential in Sword Dao, should the plan concerning the Grand Void be altered?"

Chen Ke finished reading the content, casually crumpled the secret letter to bits, and then looked towards Chen Yuan swinging the blade.

Kill Chen Yi...?

Without giving him time for further contemplation, the figure of the limping man quietly appeared behind him.

"Chen Ke, haven’t you left Wuliang Mountain?"

The old butler’s face was calm, seemingly not surprised by his arrival, as he asked in a flat tone:

"How is he?"

Following his gaze, the limping man snorted, "The apprentice I took in is naturally a top genius."

"That’s good."

Saying this, Chen Ke stuffed his hands into his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Wait," the limping man reached out to stop him, "answer two questions for me."

Chen Ke glanced at him, his expression still calm.

"Yan Hai, you know, I’m always tight-lipped."

"Tight-lipped?" The limping man laughed mockingly, "How about waiting until I bring a few scouts here as witnesses before you tell me?"

Zing!

His words had just been spoken when a gust of sword wind grazed past his ear.

Boom—

Then, numerous thick trees surged upwards and thunderously crashed to the ground.

Breaking the tranquility of the night in the mountains.

Yet Yan Hai, as if he hadn’t seen anything, lightly wiped the blood from his ear and scoffed, "Long time no see, your Sword Dao is still as frail as ever."

"Enough to kill you."

"I want to know, does he have a grudge against the Old Marquis?" Yan Hai’s eyes twitched, his expression darkening as he asked.

Chen Ke was silent for a moment before answering, "Great-great-grandson."

"Then why does he..."

"Some people are luckier than him; such is his fate!"

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After speaking, Chen Ke walked away.

Two questions just two, not one more.

In the night, Yan Hai watched his retreating figure, his face instantly smoothing over, as if the previous fierceness and madness had been an illusion.

Yet inside, he grew even more puzzled.

"What exactly does Duke Jingye plan?"

"Even his great-great-grandson isn’t spared?"

And those few scouts, their methods of concealment seem like they come from the north.

People from Duke Wu’an Chen Taiping?

Yan Hai pondered for a while, becoming increasingly annoyed.

"Damn it, the people from the Capital City really know how to play."

"Centuries-old noble families, such covert conflicts, none of it is straightforward!"

And Chen Ke, Chen Ke…

Thinking of him, Yan Hai’s expression grew even darker.

Just wait, in the future, I’ll have my apprentice come and kill you!

…

Inside Duke Wu’an Mansion.

After the heat of summer passed, a gentle breeze brushed through Fanghua Garden, accompanied by the sounds of frogs and cicadas, bringing a touch of cool tranquility.

Chen Yi sat on a rocking chair in the courtyard, gazing thoughtfully at the night sky.

Since hearing about Chen Yuan from Xia Wanwan and Zhou Wanyi, Chen Yi had been somewhat uneasy.

He always felt like something bad was about to happen or was already happening.

This feeling was unexplainable, unlike his previous encounters, which came with some mental preparation.

However, no matter how much Chen Yi pondered, he couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

His elder brother?

He had already been initiated into Wuliang Mountain, even if this news was two months later than Chen Taiping’s letter, it shouldn’t be a problem.

His father?

Even less likely.

As the primary officer stationed at Beixiong Pass, if something had happened to him, Capital City would have received the news sooner.

Then who could it be?

Chen Yi thought through all the people and events around him, finally attributing it to overthinking.

"It seems I have grown attached to Capital City, to everything within Duke Wu’an Mansion."

"I didn’t feel it before, but now, having to leave here to go to the Grand Void Sect, I find myself somewhat reluctant."

Chen Yi looked up at the starry sky, silently muttering.

Recalling his nearly four years on the Tianyuan Continent, he no longer felt as if he was in a dream.

Whether it was Xia Wanwan, who outwardly robust but inwardly tender, Chen Taiping, Chen Yuan, Lin Xueru, Du Yanqing from the Xingwu Academy, and others, all had left their marks in his mind.

They were no longer familiar strangers, but flesh and blood individuals, part of his life’s journey.

It was also proof that he had thoroughly integrated into this world.

Lost in thought for a long time, Chen Yi came back to his senses, a small smile appearing on his face.

"These few days, I’ll wander around the mansion, and spend more time with Mother…"