Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1942 - 456: Chen 94: Sunflower Manual

Bright firelight shone over the Inner Treasury, making the place glitter with jade and gold, all sorts of rare treasures casting out their own unique radiance.

Chen Jiusi and the old eunuch stood facing each other, both locking onto the other’s qi, as if even the air itself had frozen solid at that moment.

Chen Jie sized up the old eunuch and said, "How long have you been here, Gonggong? Looking at you, life in the palace hasn’t treated you very well."

Chen Jie grinned at the old eunuch. Seeing this, the old eunuch’s face twisted into a cold, sinister smile as he said, "You little thief, no matter how bad the palace gets, it’s still better than the Jianghu. What, couldn’t survive out there, so you turned to stealing?"

Jie Wenyan said, "Gonggong, you’re mistaken. I’m not a thief—I’m a robber."

"Is there a difference?"

The old eunuch looked at Chen Jie out of the corner of his eye. Chen Jie laughed and said, "The difference is huge. Stealing is petty and small-minded. Robbery is different: open and aboveboard, the bearing of a true gentleman."

"Twisting words. I don’t have the time to bicker with you. Put the Dao Fruit down. As for you robbing other things, this Gonggong won’t interfere."

The old eunuch addressed Chen Jie. Hearing this, Chen Jie said, "Gonggong, just now your movement technique looked quite graceful—you must also be in the Melt God Realm, right? A top expert like you, hiding away in the Inner Treasury... what are you doing?"

The old eunuch said, "None of your business."

Chen Jie said, "All right, all right, it’s true it’s not my business. But, Gonggong, I do have one question. I wonder if you could help answer it?"

The old eunuch said, "Enough nonsense. Put the Dao Fruit down, and I’ll answer your question."

Hearing this, Chen Jie said, "Gonggong, why take this Dao Fruit so seriously?"

"Because it’s mine."

Chen Jie frowned at that and said, "Since it’s yours, Gonggong, why don’t you consume it, instead of leaving it here? Clearly you don’t need it. Since you don’t need it, I take it, so why fuss over it?"

At these words the old eunuch instantly flew into a rage and shouted, "Who said I don’t need it? I just haven’t reached the time to take it. It stays there. You little thief—return it, at once!"

As he spoke, the old eunuch tapped his toes, his gray eunuch’s robe fluttering in the wind. His old face was all wrinkled, years carving deep marks into his features, yet those turbid eyes were as sharp as an Eagle’s.

Then he used Shift and Replace, darting in like a ghost toward Chen Jie. His hand stretched out, the bony claws sharp like Eagle talons, radiating a chilling cold as they went straight for Chen Jie’s throat, clearly intent on killing him.

Seeing this, Chen Jie directly used the Moving Technique of Heaven and Earth Transposition, instantly slipping away from where he stood. The next moment, hands clasped behind his back, he appeared not far from the old eunuch, his body radiating profound Yin Yang Qi.

The old eunuch’s brows furrowed at the sight. "Heaven and Earth Transposition... so you’re a spawn of the Demon Sect. What’s your relation to Han Shantong?"

Chen Jie laughed and said, "No relation."

The old eunuch snapped, "Fine, fine, still talking tough, are you? Just wait till I catch you—I’ll tear that mouth of yours apart."

With that, his figure again vanished like a specter, moving at extreme speed as he attacked Chen Jie once more. This time, Chen Jie did not dodge. He watched the old eunuch rushing in, those sharp Eagle claws about to seize his throat.

He stood straight as ever, as if he hadn’t even seen the attack coming. Only when the old eunuch drew close did Chen Jie’s gaze sharpen. In the next instant he suddenly raised his hands, both palms flashing.

His vast Inner Strength condensed, and at once an earth-shaking dragon’s roar rang out in midair.

Roooar...

The dragon’s roar echoed through the entire Inner Treasury. Then Chen Jie thrust both palms forward—Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms: Crossing the River!

A peerlessly fierce wave of palm power howled forth, the air itself shuddering. At the same time, a giant dragon, driven by Chen Jie’s single palm, slammed toward the old eunuch’s lethal talons.

Seeing this, a trace of panic flickered in the old eunuch’s eyes. What a ferocious palm power—this... this is Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms!

Though the old eunuch looked shabby, his Martial Arts cultivation was far from weak; in an instant he recognized the origin of Chen Jie’s palm. No mistake—it was Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms.

The old eunuch clenched his teeth and did not pull back his Eagle claws, instead driving them straight on toward Chen Jie’s throat, clearly still going for the kill.

But by then Chen Jie’s Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms had already arrived, and his palms crashed directly into the old eunuch’s Eagle claws. With a boom, an ear-splitting thunderclap rang out.

A deafening explosion!

Gang Qi collided, and the brutal shockwave swept across the Inner Treasury, making many treasures around them quiver under the force of their clash.

Smack!

Some fragile porcelain pieces were shattered outright. These porcelains were all antiques from the previous dynasty, or even far older. Chen Jie even spotted quite a few pieces of Jun Porcelain among them.

If these were placed in later ages, each would be worth over a hundred million, and even in this era they were priceless treasures—otherwise they wouldn’t have been gathered and stored in the Inner Treasury.

Yet now these treasures worth cities in gold were all shaken to pieces, turning into a floor of shards.

At the same time, the old eunuch was forced back by that fierce palm power, but his body still moved like a ghost, darting and vaulting atop the tall cabinets, his position flickering unpredictably.

He finally came to a stop atop one cabinet, his gaze sinister as he said, "Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms—what a fierce palm power! It made my hand ache."

The old eunuch shook his hand as he spoke. Hearing this, Chen Jie looked at him and said, "Gonggong, your Kung Fu is impressive as well. Your movement technique is ghostly, unlike typical Jianghu methods. It reminds me of a certain Martial Arts that vanished from the Jianghu long ago."

"Oh? You little thief have studied this Gonggong’s Martial Arts?"

"Ghostly movement, famed for its speed—could it be the legendary Sunflower Manual?"