I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 510 - 216 Zhou Yuan! (Seeking monthly votes)

"The Heroic Marquis, Chen Yi, comes to offer congratulations!"

"One hundred ceremonial gifts, golden stone liquid, wealth and magical artifacts, to celebrate Chen Yuan’s succession to the title of Duke Jingye!"

The coachman of the Chen Family unloaded the ceremonial gifts from the carriage, including those prepared by the Duke Wu An Mansion, as well as Chen Yi’s treasured collections over the years.

Every item sparkled with precious gems and gold, neatly displayed within the shadow wall at the entrance of the Duke Jingye Mansion.

Chen Yi stood outside the wall, one hand resting on his waist where the Spring Rain Sword was tucked, the other hand at his waist, calmly gazing at the stone carving on the shadow wall.

The carving depicted a military general in fish scale armor, wielding a long blade to vanquish demons.

Beside it were a few lines of inscription: "Zhou Biyi charged into battle for fifty years, vanquishing tens of thousands of demons, a hero of remarkable prowess!"

The prowess...

Chen Yi’s thoughts wandered.

No matter how remarkable a hero, they cannot withstand the self-indulgence of future generations.

At this moment, Chen Yuan, waiting in the front courtyard, did not see Chen Yi and, after some contemplation, circled around the shadow wall with a calm demeanor.

Their gazes met as they sized each other up.

Chen Yuan was slightly stockier, wearing a purple robe with broad shoulders, a powerful stance, and the Ten Thousand Mink Blade and Duke Jingye waist badge jade pendant hanging from his waist, his expression somewhat unnatural.

Meanwhile, Chen Yi appeared more slender, yet his purple robe accentuated his handsome, dignified appearance.

Especially when his hand rested upon the Spring Rain Sword, his posture was likened to an imposing sword soaring into the sky, with a faint aura of slaughter emanating from him.

Silence ensued for a moment.

Chen Yuan forced a smile, saying: "The man carved is the ancestor of the Zhou Family."

"He is now also the ancestor of my elder brother." Chen Yi replied coldly, his gaze a few degrees icier than when he was in the Southern Barbarian Secret Realm.

Chen Yuan lowered his brows slightly, as if he had anticipated his demeanor.

"I am glad you came, Second Brother."

"Is that so?" Chen Yi looked at him for a moment, then turned his gaze to the interior of the wall: "Whether my elder brother is glad or not, only you would know."

"You have hid in the Duke Jingye Mansion these days, have you already decided on your path ahead?"

Chen Yuan slightly pursed his lips, saying: "I have decided to take on the responsibilities of Duke Jingye and will head to the military camp to train the Devoted Army in a few days, and moreover..."

He paused, raising his head to look at Chen Yi, his eyes slightly flickering as he said:

"Moreover, both father and mother have already agreed."

Chen Yi nodded indifferently, bypassing Chen Yuan and heading into the courtyard, still speaking in a cold tone:

"Since it has come to this, as a brother, I wish you, elder brother, can achieve unparalleled accomplishments for the Wei Dynasty!"

At this time, Chen Ke inside the shadow wall observed his figure, quickly finished counting the ceremonial gifts, and walked over with a register in hand, respectfully saying:

"The old servant thanks the marquis on behalf of the Zhou Family, and asks the marquis to leave his ink mark." frёeωebɳovel.com

Chen Yi looked at him, recognizing him as the Zhou Residence steward who had sent Chen Yuan to Wuliang Mountain outside the Imperial City.

He was also the one Chen Yuan mentioned who pushed him into the pool’s depths.

Chen Yi paused, calmly took the small wolf hair brush, and wrote his name splendidly on the register:

"How long have you been following Marquis Zhou?"

Chen Ke’s slightly aged face showed a trace of faint pride, as he replied:

"The old servant has followed the old master for forty-three years!"

"Forty-three years?" Chen Yi wrote Chen Taiping’s name next to his own, representing the Duke Wu An Mansion.

"Then your life is considered worthwhile, not many servants can serve three marquises from the Zhou Family consecutively."

Chen Ke felt an inexplicable chill go through his heart, hurriedly taking the register and small wolf hair brush from Chen Yi, his face unchanging as he replied:

"The old servant feels unworthy of such praise from the marquis."

Chen Yi looked deeply at him, raising his hand to pat his shoulder, instantly infusing him with a thread of sword intent.

Chen Ke did not dare to move, fine sweat began to seep from his forehead.

"Old steward, it isn’t easy, heh."

Chen Yi grinned, revealing a smile as he headed towards the main hall of the central courtyard, transmitting a message to Chen Ke:

"Old steward, having Sword Dao Divine Power but willing to remain in the Zhou Residence, this marquis admires!"

Though Chen Ke reacted quickly just now, Chen Yi’s probing sword intent still perceived the resistance of the blade intent within his body.

In that brief moment, Chen Yi understood that the old steward’s Sword Dao realm was far superior to what he outwardly showed.

As he passed through the front courtyard, Chen Ke lifted his head slightly, realizing his back was soaked with sweat.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, the swordsmanship of this newly titled Heroic Marquis is truly unfathomable.

Just that trace of sword intent entering his body was enough to signal trouble; he wanted to restrain the divine blade intent within, but it was already too late.

"Sword Dao Divine Power in Four Realms, alas..."

Chen Yuan saw his expression, briefly furrowed his brow before it relaxed again.

Chen Ke perceived his gaze, composed himself, closed the register in his hand, and followed after, transmitting a message:

"Duke Yuan, the Heroic Marquis’s intent today is hostile, you must be cautious."

Chen Yuan shook his head: "My second brother would not act out of line here."

He could see the coldness and disappointment in Chen Yi’s eyes, sighing inwardly, yet also relieved.

At least the first hurdle was cleared—Chen Yi did not act against him, nor did he seem to be here to question the ancestor.

The disappointment in the second brother’s eyes was perhaps just because he planned to head to Taizhou Mountain as before...

Chen Ke showed a slight bitter smile, thinking that the marquis had already acted, though none but himself noticed.

Yet he couldn’t divulge this matter to Chen Yuan...

Feeling helpless, he could only stay alert to prevent any unexpected incidents happening today.

"How many guests are still yet to arrive?"

"Replying to Duke Yuan, a few ministers have yet to arrive."

Chen Yuan looked up at the sky, the sun about to reach its zenith.

"Then let us not wait, begin immediately."