Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family

Meng Changyuan lowered his head, looking at Chen Zhixing, with a hint of interested expression in his eyes.

Just moments ago.

A figure dressed in black suddenly traversed the void, bringing the shocking news that this so-called Celestial Wave Divine Son Xiao Ping is actually Chen Zhixing, the son of the Ziwei Chen Family’s Third Peak!

After delivering this brief message, the figure swiftly departed.

This revelation stirred Meng Changyuan, who had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike with a lethal blow, prompting him to step out from the palace.

As Meng Changyuan’s words faded.

A commotion arose among the crowd.

”What?! The Celestial Wave Divine Son is the Third Young Master of the Ziwei Chen Family?”

A chorus of disbelief echoed.

”Do you know my father?” Chen Zhixing, upon having his identity exposed, abandons further pretense and asks with a furrowed brow.

”Of course I know him.”

Meng Changyuan responds with a sarcastic grin:

”Do you know the source of your father’s reversed illness?”

Chen Zhixing’s eyes gradually narrow upon hearing this.

Without waiting for Chen Zhixing to reply, Meng Changyuan laughs and continues:

”During the East Profound Domain Grand Competition years ago, although your father wasn’t my match, he stubbornly forced a breakthrough to battle me, just to secure resources for the Chen Family.”

”Tell me, was your father foolish or not?”

”In the end, not only did he fail to surpass me, but he also left himself with the reversed illness injury on his Great Tao Foundation.”

As he speaks, a look of regret appears on Meng Changyuan’s face.

”It’s a pity that I didn’t disregard the rules and kill your father right there on the stage.”

”That way, there wouldn’t be a little bastard like you today.”

”Is that so?” Chen Zhixing’s slender eyes narrow further, a cold, murderous intent gradually surfacing in them.

Never did he expect.

The root cause of Chen Tianliang’s damaged Great Tao Foundation, hindering his cultivation progress forever, was right here.

”Oh? Even after this revelation, you remain calm?”

Meng Changyuan chuckles and suggests:

”How about this, you, like your father, cripple your own Great Tao Foundation, and then kneel before Dong’er to atone, serving him as a slave for a hundred years, and today’s battle shall end.”

”What do you think?”

”Kneel and atone?” Chen Zhixing’s lips twitch slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

”Even if I wanted to, I’m afraid Meng Hedong wouldn’t get the chance.”

Bang!

A white-haired figure, wrapped in bandages, emerges from the void behind Chen Zhixing.

”Hmm?”

Meng Changyuan glances at this figure, his expression subtly changing, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

This person.

He’s seen them before!

Meng Hedong once brought this person back to the family, claiming him to be his best brother!

Yet, now this person appears here, standing alongside that Chen Family brat...

Snyk!

The white-haired figure retrieves a cloth sack from his waist and, expressionless, tosses it onto the ground.

A grey-white head with wide-open eyes rolls out from the sack onto the ground.

Countless cultivators observing from afar display shocked expressions.

”Meng... Meng Hedong?! Meng Hedong is dead?!”

Those Elders of the Meng Family, crazily suppressed by Dugu Ni, are further infuriated by the scene.

”Dong’er?!!!”

Instantly, Meng Changyuan’s expression changes drastically, he looks up sharply at Chen Zhixing and Chen Chou’er.

In just a moment, he understands everything.

”You seek death!!!”

Meng Changyuan is utterly enraged, his eyes flashing with overwhelming murderous intent.

If Meng Hedong were merely crippled, there’d still be a glimmer of hope!

But with Meng Hedong dead, it signifies that the Meng Family has utterly lost the chance to revalidate their understanding of Longevity!

The next moment.

Boom—!!!

An imposing aura of True Self Ninth Layer Peak, faintly accompanied by the essence of Nirvana Realm, suddenly surges from Meng Changyuan’s body.

”Half-Step Nirvana?” Chen Zhixing’s eyes flash.

Puff.

He thrusts his hand out, shoving Chen Chou’er forcefully aside.

Suddenly, Meng Changyuan is right before them, reaching out to grab Chen Chou’er!

Missing his grasp, Meng Changyuan’s expression remains unchanged, he switches his attack, now horizontally shoving a palm at Chen Zhixing.

Amidst his fingers, countless dazzling fairy lights converge, forming a storm within his palm!

”Come at me!”

Chen Zhixing roars, pulling back his right arm, and throws a punch.