Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1550 - 354: You... You’re Chen 94!

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Elder Qi touched down, his face twisted in fury, yet he felt completely helpless.

Just then, Elder Qin bellowed in rage, "You rat, what are you trying to do?"

After hearing Elder Qin’s shout, Chen Jie’s voice rang out, "I have no intention of becoming enemies with you two, but I share a tie with the Zoroastrian Sect as the grandson of an old friend. I can’t simply watch and do nothing, so please show me some respect, allowing us to encounter each other peacefully in the Jianghu down the line."

"Give you face? Do you even possess any face?"

Elder Qin, still seething from the earlier humiliation by Chen Jie, burned with anger and seemed eager to battle him right then.

Chen Jie stayed composed upon hearing this and replied, "Elder Qin, a hot temper won’t carry you far in the Jianghu. Heed my words: release the person and let’s build a friendly link with Kunlun."

In that instant, Chen Jie channeled his Gang Qi, making his voice echo sharply as if lingering in the atmosphere.

This left Elders Qin and Qi unable to locate Chen Jie’s precise spot.

Elder Qin let out a furious roar, "You rat, how dare you taunt me this way? If I fail to track you down today, I’d rather end my own life."

With those words, Elder Qin unsheathed his long sword and glared at the caravan members, "You rat, show yourself! If not, I’ll unleash a slaughter."

"I know you’re concealed among the caravan. Today, I’ll wipe out every single one here. Let’s see if the deaths pile up to you—will you still hesitate then?"

Chen Jie considered this briefly and responded, "Elder Qin, you’re pushing me to strike today. Once I do, blood will surely spill. Why push it so far? Wouldn’t friendship be preferable?"

"Ha, friendship? Are you even fit for it? You seek no blood, but once my sword leaves its sheath, it won’t return clean."

Suddenly, Elder Qin lunged forward, a streak of sword light slashing straight toward Sun Cong.

As Sun Cong faced death from the blade, a brilliant glow erupted, followed by a thunderous clash that shattered the Sword Qi.

At the same time, a silhouette materialized before Sun Cong.

Now, that figure regarded Elder Qin steadily and stated, "You’ve forced my hand, and things look grim for you."

Elder Qin smirked at these words, "Ha, so you’ve been the troublemaker all this time—I see you’re prepared to meet your end."

Witnessing Elder Qin’s overbearing attitude, Chen Jie chuckled, "Meet my end? With someone like you? You’re not up to it!"

As Chen Jie declared this, the onlookers froze in astonishment at his intervention. Eyes bulged wide as they grasped the identity of the escort agency’s hidden ally in recent times.

In an instant, the entire group stood stunned.

The steward’s eyes widened as he stared at Chen Jie, "He... he... he’s a grandmaster!"

Next to him, Xu Caijin’s expression darkened. She recalled scolding Chen Jie for his tardiness that day, now seeing how ridiculous it seemed.

Likely, in the eyes of this powerful figure, she amounted to nothing more than an insect, and her reprimand was mere amusement to him.

The escorts, meanwhile, trembled in fear; one young escort stuttered, "I just had him tend to the horses?! He... he won’t hold it against me, right? Am I doomed?"

His words hung in silence among the other escorts, who pondered their own rude treatment of this man from day one with his delays.

Looking back, they had been fools begging for their own demise!

The group fell quiet, no one anticipating that the renowned bigwig Chen Jiusi would blend among their lowly ranks, now dreading any past slights and praying he’d spare them retribution.

Only one remained unfazed: Sun Cong had known Chen Jiusi’s true self for a while, but watching the dramatic rescue filled his gaze with awe.

So cool, truly befitting the legendary Chen Jiusi of Huangzhou Prefecture, the great Grandpa Chen.

Another taken aback was the ugly girl; beholding Chen Jie’s might as he tore apart the Sword Qi, she felt stunned too.

To wield such immense strength, he had to be at least at the Molten Furnace Realm.

With this thought, the ugly girl huddled back subtly and slipped an elixir from the silver collar around her neck into her mouth, healing in secret.

Elder Qin was indeed rattled by Chen Jie’s prowess, though his face betrayed no sign; he understood the potency of his own sword strike, which only Kunlun’s chief and second-in-command could dispel with such ease.

Pondering this, Elder Qin narrowed his eyes, probing Chen Jiusi’s cultivation level—his features hardened further when he failed to gauge it.

Chen Jie’s cultivation remained an enigma.

As Elder Qin’s complexion paled, Elder Qi regained his composure, faced Chen Jie, cupped his hands, and asked, "Friend, since you’ve shown yourself, might I inquire your name?"

Chen Jie glanced at Elder Qi, then at the stony-faced Elder Qin, "No need for names; with matters reaching this point, what’s your intended resolution, you two?"

At these words, Elder Qin scowled, "What resolution? Surrender the person, and we’ll overlook your transgressions."

"Handing over the person is out of the question—better to withdraw and let me forge ties with Kunlun."

Chen Jie declared, prompting Elder Qin to scoff, "Forge ties with Kunlun? Do you think you’re worthy?"