NOVEL WEB Chapter 90: Third Young Master, What Do You Think of My Wife?
Chapter 90: Third Young Master, What Do You Think of My Wife?
“Forget it.”
Chen Zhixing withdrew his gaze, feeling it was best not to indulge in such dark humor.
Ning Changyu, one of the top powerhouses among the nine protagonists of destiny, surely wouldn’t be reborn due to some fantasy or delusion.
Indeed, Ning Changyu was a reincarnated person from five hundred years into the future.
Not only did he possess five hundred years of cultivation experience, but he also had the Fate Book—an unparalleled and mysterious treasure—as his golden finger (cheat-like power).
The Fate Book not only allowed him to glimpse others' fates but also, most terrifyingly, could seize others' fates after killing them, turning them into his own!
Originally, Ning Changyu had only average talent, but over two lifetimes, with the Fate Book, he continually deprived others of their destinies, eventually carrying countless fates to ascend to the pinnacle of power.
To be honest, in Chen Zhixing's view, Ning Changyu had indeed started with a winning hand.
This kind of treatment was akin to being the child of the heavens.
Compared to him, Ye Chen’s swordsmanship talent and Sword God inheritance, Lin Feng’s Nine-layered Exquisite Pagoda which unlocked supreme divine powers, and even Meng Hedong’s ancient soul fragment seemed—
Pathetic!
“So, if I don’t kill him, I won’t be able to sleep at night,” Chen Zhixing remarked, a warm smile lingering at his lips as cold light flickered in his narrow eyes.
Though Ning Changyu was undeniably powerful, this was not what truly troubled Chen Zhixing. After all, Ning Changyu had only just been reborn and was still weak. Chen could easily kill him now.
The real reason for Chen’s concern was a supreme power hidden deep within Ning Changyu’s soul—a power even he was unaware of!
This supreme power was the remnant of Ning Changyu's strength as the Heavenly Lord Changyu before his rebirth.
Although greatly weakened after reincarnation, it was still a supreme force!
As long as Ning Changyu faced a life-or-death crisis, this power would activate.
It was precisely because of this that Chen Zhixing found this destined protagonist troublesome and had to act with caution.
“So, how should I kill you?”
Chen Zhixing put down the black-gold dragon-patterned teacup, playfully tapping his fingers on the stone armrest. A faint smile appeared on his face as a meticulous plan formed in his mind.
At the same time...
“So, how should I kill you?”
Ning Changyu squinted his eyes, looking at Chen Zhixing seated in the lead position. A fierce killing intent surged in his gaze.
From every angle, the third young master of the Ziwei Chen family, Chen Zhixing, had to die! And he must die by Ning Changyu’s hand!
Once Chen was dead, Ning could perfectly inherit all of his fates!
Then, combining this with his foresight of certain opportunities and his five hundred years of cultivation and combat experience, he would truly soar to the top!
“This is the Chen family’s territory; it's unrealistic to strike here.”
“Also, judging by his fate, this Chen Zhixing of this life is far stronger than the powerless Chen Zhixing of the last life.”
“I absolutely cannot treat him with the same eyes and attitude as I did before.”
“If I underestimate him, I’ll be the one who loses in the end!”
“With his fate, his current cultivation is probably at least at the Spiritual Wandering realm.”
“I’m not his match right now.”
Ning Changyu pondered deeply.
Having reached the peak of power in his past life, he was no fool. He quickly began analyzing his advantages and disadvantages in his confrontation with Chen Zhixing.
After a moment, Ning Changyu exhaled a long breath.
“I have the experience of my previous life and foreknowledge of opportunities.”
“And he has the full support of the Ziwei Chen family and exceptional cultivation talent.”
“With the Chen family’s focus on him, they will undoubtedly spare no effort in nurturing him.”
“So, in that sense, we are evenly matched!”
“My greatest advantage is that I’m in the shadows while he is in the light!”
“He won’t have his guard up against me!”
Ning Changyu smiled.
After calculating carefully, he knew how to handle Chen Zhixing.
From this point on, he wouldn't show Chen any hostility. On the contrary, he would cater to him, build rapport, and earn his trust.
“Haha, I still have the upper hand!”
Ning Changyu chuckled, his gaze catching Chen Zhixing glancing at Xu Qingzhou.
A thought struck him.
“Is he interested in my wife? Well, Qingzhou is indeed beautiful and talented—what man wouldn’t be attracted to her?”
“Since she has no feelings for me now, instead of wasting time winning her over, why not send her away? Let her be the first bargaining chip I use to get close to Chen Zhixing!”
At this thought, Ning Changyu felt a pang of pain in his heart.
After all, Xu Qingzhou had been his biggest regret in his past life, yet now he planned to push her into someone else’s arms.
But soon, that pain turned into cold determination.
“In the face of immortality, what does a mere woman count for?”
“A woman is just an accessory for the strong! When I ascend, ten, a hundred Xu Qingzhous will be at my beck and call!”
As Ning Changyu’s thoughts raced...
In the grand hall, the feast had already begun.
As the host, the Chen family was naturally generous. Every dish at the banquet was prepared from the bloodline remnants of savage beasts, captured deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains by Chen Tianchen and several peak Spiritual Wandering elders.
These beasts were all at the Spiritual Wandering peak at minimum.
The wine served was the priceless Drunken Immortal, a rare spirit brewed from heavenly materials. Its potency was legendary, capable of intoxicating even cultivators.
The Xu family, though a prestigious clan in Yunzhou, had never witnessed such extravagance.
Seated next to Chen Zhixing, Xu Qingzhou, a top student of Qianyang Academy, was far more composed, having seen her fair share of grand occasions.
“Third Young Master, has there been any news of Chen Zhaosheng?” Xu Qingzhou asked casually as she sipped her wine.
“None. Does Miss Xu know my elder brother?” Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow.
Xu Qingzhou shook her head. “Not personally, but he was quite renowned in Qianyang Academy, often regarded as the strongest among the new students. Many of us, including our instructors, held high hopes for him.”
With a light sigh, she added, “It’s such a shame that a talent like him met an untimely end. Otherwise, he would surely have been one of the top prodigies of Dongxuan Domain.”
Chen Zhixing nodded, also sighing. “Life is unpredictable.”
Hearing this, Xu Qingzhou glanced at Chen Zhixing, noticing the melancholy on his face. Her heart softened slightly as she gently said, “Third Young Master, there’s no need to be too sad. Though Chen Zhaosheng is gone, the Chen family remains. As the only direct heir, you must stay strong.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow, a strange expression crossing his face.
Sad? Sure, let’s go with that.
After several rounds of wine, their conversation drifted from casual topics to cultivation knowledge. Though Xu Qingzhou initially remained indifferent, her expression grew increasingly surprised as they talked.
She found that no matter what cultivation topic she brought up, this seemingly young and handsome Third Young Master could not only respond with ease but also offer insights she had never considered!
As a cultivation enthusiast, Xu Qingzhou couldn’t help but feel the urge to continue their discussion.
“Third Young Master, this place is too noisy. How about we find a quieter spot to chat?” Xu Qingzhou asked, her face showing eagerness.
Just as Chen Zhixing was about to respond...
“My lady! Third Young Master! What are you two discussing so happily?”
With a loud crash, Ning Changyu staggered over, holding a jug of wine.
The next moment, he plopped down between the two, burping and saying, “Mind if I join your conversation?”
Chen Zhixing narrowed his eyes, a playful smile appearing on his face.
What role was this protagonist playing now?
“We were just discussing cultivation,” Xu Qingzhou frowned slightly but, after some thought, decided to explain.
No matter her feelings for Ning Changyu, he was still her husband in name, and she didn’t want to embarrass him in public.
“You’re drunk, Ning Changyu. Let me help you to rest,” Xu Qingzhou offered.
“Drunk? I’m not drunk at all! My lady, you go rest. The Third Young Master and I are getting along so well—we should drink together!” Ning Changyu brushed off her hand and turned to Chen Zhixing, his face slightly flushed.
“Third Young Master, let's have a drink!”
“I don’t drink,” Chen Zhixing replied calmly, taking a sip of tea while watching Ning Changyu with amusement.
Keep acting!
He was curious to see what this protagonist was planning.
“Trying to befriend me by pretending to be drunk, then getting close to catch me off guard and finally kill me? Interesting idea.”
Chen Zhixing shook his head.
The plan had merit, but since he already knew Ning Changyu’s intentions, the execution was full of flaws. The timing of the act was too forced, the performance too unconvincing, and the supposed instant rapport between them was implausible.
To put it simply, just four words—
Full of flaws!
"Changyu, you're out of line!" Xu Qingzhou's delicate face frosted over as she spoke coldly.
"Heh, the Xu family looks down on me, and so do you, Qingzhou. Just because I had a drink, you say I'm out of line?"
Ning Changyu let out a sorrowful laugh, then shook his head and looked toward Chen Zhixing.
Suddenly, with his drunken eyes half-closed, he unexpectedly smiled and asked,
"Third Young Master, what do you think of my wife? Does she still catch your eye?"