Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1567 - 360: Feint to the East, Chen 94 Takes on the Two Kunlun Elders of Calligraphy and Painting Alone

At the grand East Gate of Lantian City, Chen Jie gazed upon the majestic structure before him. Under ordinary conditions, Chen Jiusi would find it nearly impossible to pass without attracting notice.

Yet, with his resolve now firm, Chen Jie paid no mind to the risk of detection. He grabbed the dubious sack nearby and swiftly slung it over his shoulder.

The sack contained a quilt, bundled tightly into a tube-like form, giving the illusion of a body concealed within.

In that instant, Chen Jie hoisted the sack onto his back, tugged his hat low over his eyes, and strode ahead with bold assurance.

Up front, the guards were rigorously inspecting all who came and went through the city. Be it male or female, merchant or traveler, or even a wagon loaded with waste, they prodded it sharply twice using their Red Tassel Spears to ensure nothing—or no one—was hidden away.

All at once, they spotted a shady figure. Clad in rough fabric like those from the Jianghu world, face hidden under a hat, and bearing a questionable sack on his back.

Spotting him, several guards froze in surprise, and soon after, a group advanced to block Chen Jie, demanding, “Halt! What’s your business here?”

Chen Jie offered no response to their query; he simply pressed on without a word. Noticing his disregard, the guards’ tempers flared, and they bellowed, “Stop right there.”

Instantly, they brandished their spears and barked, “Show your face.”

Hearing the order, Chen Jie gradually raised his head, unveiling his striking features.

The guards stood momentarily dazed, but before they could respond, a mighty dragon’s cry rang out abruptly.

Roar... roar...

With that, Chen Jie advanced, as though an unseen dragon coiled about his form. A thunderous dragon bellow followed right away, propelling him onward like a guide through the chaos.

In this very moment, every guard obstructing Chen Jie’s path got hurled aside by a fearsome gust of wind.

Ahh... ahh...

Screams of pain filled the air, and as the onlookers beheld the spectacle, nearby soldiers recoiled in horror, rushing to encircle him wildly. At the same time, one guard yelled, “It’s Chen Jiusi! It’s Chen Jiusi!”

Upon catching his name uttered aloud, a faint smirk tugged at Chen Jie’s mouth, and he spotted a guard dashing away in panic to alert the King Qi Residence.

At the same time, the crowd encircling him grew thicker by the second.

Now, the guards aimed their Red Tassel Spears with strained expressions, eyeing Chen Jie—who sported a straw hat and casually bore a sack on his right shoulder.

It felt as though he were the one encircling them, not the reverse.

The guards brimmed with unease, and just as Chen Jie’s mouth curved into a grin, he casually lifted his left arm, triggering yet another dragon’s roar.

Abruptly, a massive dragon materialized, seemingly under the control of Chen Jie’s left hand.

Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms [Dragon Fighting in the Wilderness]

Chen Jie surveyed the guards and remarked, “Gentlemen, how much is your monthly salary?”

The guards had braced for an intense clash, only to hear Chen Jiusi pose this odd query. A hush fell over them briefly until a bold guard called out, “Eight, eight maces.”

Chen Jie smiled broadly, “Do you know who I am?”

“Wanted criminal Chen Jiusi,” came the reply from one.

Chen Jie continued, “Well, I wouldn’t blame you for calling me a wanted criminal before you saw me, but to call me that now you’ve seen me...”

Chen Jie lifted his hand, unleashing another earth-shaking dragon cry. He added, “That makes me unhappy. Didn’t anyone tell you I’m a Molten Furnace Realm expert?”

Beholding the formidable dragon looming behind Chen Jie, those at the Skin Buff Realm and Refining Body Realm drew sharp breaths.

Chen Jie declared, “All right, clear the way. Eight maces of silver a month, why risk your life, especially when you can’t win?”

Chen Jie’s words came measured and deliberate, and hearing them, the faces of all drained to a pallid gray, struck by the undeniable logic in Chen Jiusi’s argument. Truly, for eight maces of silver monthly, why throw away one’s life?

This realization prompted a gradual withdrawal among the group, with the cunning ones already stepping aside, though the more loyal held firm, gesturing urgently for others to seal the gate without delay.

Following the directive, the guards rushed to secure the entrance, and shortly, the massive city barrier slammed shut. They hoped this would at least slow Chen Jie down a touch.

Chen Jie observed the scene, sack still draped over him, as he approached the barrier steadily.

Beyond the gate, reinforcements had jammed solid beams against it, designed to withstand even a Molten Furnace Realm powerhouse’s initial assault.

Such calculations filled their minds as they watched Chen Jie intently, eager to witness his next move.

Thus, when Chen Jie arrived at the sealed city gate and eyed the firmly barred doors, he turned to glance at the guards, who gulped down their fear.

Addressing them, Chen Jie stated, “Send a message to the King Qi Residence for me: I won’t accompany them anymore. See you when fate allows.”

With those words, Chen Jie unleashed the complete might of the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms in a single thrust, and right then, an enormous dragon barreled toward the gate amid a resounding bellow.

The East Gate of Lantian City shattered explosively from this solitary palm blow.

Boom!

The whole structure splintered into fragments; note that these gates weren’t pieced from inferior stuff but forged from the toughest Iron Birch Wood, reinforced with steel layers in between.

Layered with multiple coats of protective oil paint to resist rust, rendering the entire setup impervious to water and flames, and remarkably robust.

Nevertheless, such a formidable set of gates crumbled before Chen Jie like mere parchment, utterly demolished by the overwhelming force of his palm strike.