Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 2457: Chapter 2458: Rebellion Against All Morality

The events that transpired within the Qilan Sect on this day are destined to be recorded in history, becoming an indelible deep memory in everyone’s heart.

Lin Chen’s display of strength and fearsome power before everyone is a scene that is hard for anyone to forget. Many people still clearly recall just how formidable the impact of the mighty attack he launched was.

Holding his weapon, Lin Chen walked step by step down the mountain. Earlier, he did not attack Zheng He for two reasons: on one hand, he was seriously injured himself, unable to exert more force; on the other hand, seeing the opponent as old and frail, he felt uneasy at heart to kill him.

Lin Chen feels his injuries worsening, urgently needing to return home quickly for treatment. At just over ten years old, he can rely on his own strength to contend with top masters like Zheng He, which is already considered a miracle.

If given time, once he grows up, he is bound to become one of the top strongmen on the continent, with no one able to compare.

Zheng He lies alone in bed, recalling the recent events, with surging blood and deep sadness in his heart. He never expected such a situation to occur.

He has struggled hard for many years, practiced diligently over a long period, climbed step by step, finally achieving today’s status, commanding the wind and clouds, looking down on all. Who knew Lin Chen appeared in just a few days and destroyed the legacy and kingdom he built over years overnight.

A strong sense of defeat makes him toss and turn in bed. Coupled with his previous serious injuries, his anger causes him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. He clutches his chest, sitting up in bed, coughing violently.

Zhou Lie stands coldly on one side. Although he knows what his master needs most right now, he does not show any intention. He wishes his master would die quickly so he can become the Sect Leader of Qilan Sect.

”Disciple, get me a cup of hot water quickly, and find me a piece of thousand-year-old ginseng. If I take it, it might alleviate my injuries.”

In daily life, Zheng He values and cares most for this disciple because not only does he have exceptional talent, but he also has considerable prestige among his senior and junior brothers.

Someday when he passes away, the position of Sect Leader is sure to be passed on to him, so asking him to do such a small task is certainly fitting.

Yet Zhou Lie remains standing, unmoving. The look in his eyes no longer holds the awe and respect it used to; instead, it is replaced by disgust and aversion.

Zheng He has never seen such emotion in his disciple’s eyes, causing him a bit of pain, wondering why the disciple is like this.

”Disciple, didn’t you hear what Master just said? Quickly get Master a cup of water; I am very thirsty now. Please, disciple.”

Zhou Lie walks towards his master step by step, then crouches before him, slowly extends his right hand, reaching toward his master’s neck.

”Master, you are seriously injured now, and anyway, won’t live long. Since that’s the case, I, as your disciple, don’t want you to suffer. How about I just send you off?”

Upon hearing his disciple utter such words, filled with unprecedented surprise in his gaze, Zheng He never expected his disciple would turn against him in his time of greatest need.

”Child, what are you saying? I am your master; how can you do such an outrageous thing?”

If his strength were at its peak, defeating Zhou Li would be a breeze. But the recent battle with Lin Chen has left him severely wounded.

So now he is completely unable to contend with Zhou Lie.

”Master, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose. Right, I forgot to tell you, that stone was indeed not taken by him but by me. I wanted to frame him.”

Anger brings a surge of emotion. Zheng He clutches his chest again, coughing violently, spitting out another mouthful of fresh blood. He feels a great tearing sensation all over his body.

Looking up at Zhou Lie,

”You treacherous disciple, I regarded you as my most beloved disciple. How could you do such a thing?”

”What’s the problem with that? Haven’t you heard the saying that deception is permissible in war? The ruthless survive—men should be a bit heartless,” Zhou Lie coldly said.

At this moment, Zheng He finally realizes he made a huge mistake in accepting such a wolf-hearted disciple, the biggest blunder of his life.

”Meaning those people were killed because they actually kidnapped Xiao Ying?”

”Exactly, that’s the truth of the whole matter. Master, did you just find out now?”

His master’s body shakes violently, wanting to get up from the bed but ultimately failing.

Zhou Lie holds a dagger, then places it on Zheng He’s neck, sending a cold touch through him, causing his body to tremble and twitch slightly, while looking at his disciple.

”Master, I’m really sorry. Although I especially respect you, if a man doesn’t act for himself, heaven and earth will punish him. Today, I must kill you.”

Zhou Lie’s greatest concern and enthusiasm since stepping into this world have been wealth and status; loyalty and propriety are concepts he never understood, despite portraying such an image for others, all for the sake of power.

So his master’s death was long in Zhou Lie’s calculations, waiting for this day when his master met his downfall, adding insult to injury.

Zhou Lie swiftly moves the long knife in his hand, then it falls upon Zheng He’s neck, blood splattering everywhere, with Zheng He’s gaze remaining slightly unwilling until his last breath.

Zheng He—a hero of his age—dominated the land, only to meet such an outcome in old age, indeed leaving one lamenting and hating.

”Master, all of this is your own doing; it can’t be blamed on me. If you’d given the stone to your disciple at first, perhaps I wouldn’t have done this.”

Zhou Lie holds the magical stone in his hand, feeling its faint glow, with a sense of appreciation in his gaze.

His achievements today are entirely due to his own efforts, climbing step by step, fighting for them.

No one can doubt it.