"Brother Chen, do you have sothing else to convey?"
Qi Tian, reeking of alcohol, still had bright eyes.
"General Qi has now ford the second Golden Flower, just a step away from breaking through to Martial Saint."
"I have a secret technique to offer, which might assist the General in breaking through to Martial Saint!"
Chen Yuan spoke softly, yet it was like a thunderclap in Qi Tian’s ears.
His eyes were like lamps in the night, exceptionally bright, his breathing grew a bit heavier.
The General suppressed his excitent and looked at Chen Yuan, "How could you treat so, Brother Chen?"
"The gratitude I owe to the General from that day, I must repay."
"If there is another Martial Saint in Shu, it benefits everyone; consider it a generous gesture from ."
Chen Yuan was referring to the breakthrough secret technique, the White Bone Refining God Technique, given to him by Elder Luo at the Burial Land.
Seeing that General Qi Tian had already ford the second Golden Flower, this technique was now useless for him; why not extend a helping hand, to benefit all?
With that, he said no more, forming a sword finger with his hand and pointing to his brow, the Heavenly Eye opened, and a glow circulated.
Chen Yuan swept across the Heavenly Eye, and a glassy orb the size of a Dan Pill was clasped by him.
Then, he flicked it with his finger, sending it towards General Qi Tian’s brow.
Soon, the orb hovered three feet in front of Qi Tian’s brow, vibrating with a hum.
Golden light erged from Qi Tian’s brow, transforming into a glow that enveloped the object.
Following this, General Qi Tian’s eyes slowly closed.
In less than half a cup of tea ti, his eyes suddenly snapped open, a brilliant gleam emanating from them, quite arresting.
Within, there was an uncontrollable joy.
"Haha!"
"Brother Chen, you have truly helped in my mont of need; Qi shall not forget this favor."
Though usually stern and unsmiling, he couldn’t help but laugh aloud, causing clouds to churn and pines on cliffs to sway.
This technique fitted him perfectly.
He had the Demon primordial spirit.
He had guarded the Demon Country for so long, naturally having slain one or two Great Demons.
Though the technique had a hint of wickedness, he soon realized that Chen Yuan had relied on this technique to break through to Martial Saint.
With such a precedent, it proved that the technique was feasible.
One must understand, how many Great Divine Ability Users in the world have regretted facing this final hurdle in their lifeti, breaking through to Martial Saint is extrely difficult, that last step.
Overall, its unexpected value startled the General.
After a while, Chen Yuan watched as the General beca a stream of light and vanished amidst the clouds.
"I hope it proves useful!"
He murmured quietly, not knowing if it would work, after all, he was different.
Yet, giving roses leaves a lingering fragrance in the hand; at this mont, it is paramount to enhance the strength of those around him and accumulate power.
After a while, Chen Yuan turned around, four silhouettes stood silently behind him.
Three Deputy Generals, and Mr. Gongsun.
These were the ones he trusted most.
With a smile at the corner of his eyes, breaking through to Martial Saint had brought a significant change in his mindset,
"I have arranged everything for you."
"There are still so matters to convey."
"Follow !"
Half an hour later, on Cloud Peak, an eunuch hurriedly crossed into the Heavenly Patrol Hall, holding a morial in both hands, placing it on Helian Mountain’s desk.
"Lord State Preceptor!"
"General Chen has left the Ninth Mountain."
"This is the morial he entrusted to to submit to Your Majesty."
"General Chen has truly resigned!"
Eunuch Cao was a bit flustered, speaking quickly.
As Helian Mountain opened the morial, his brows imdiately furrowed tightly, clenching the paper which instantly turned to powder in his hand.
"How dare that brat!"
"I heard they even drank a farewell toast this afternoon?"
At this point, Eunuch Cao realized the State Preceptor was furious, nodding his head like a quail.
Helian Mountain’s chest heaved up and down, and after taking a deep breath,
he flicked his sleeves, blowing the powder clean off the desk before only saying,
"This morial, I never saw."
Ritual Supervision’s Eunuch Cao let out a sound of acknowledgnt, then with a bitter face, nodded.
"Yes!"
.......
anwhile, while Helian Mountain and Eunuch Cao put on a farcical performance of "as if this never happened", Chen Yuan had already left Jingguan City, riding the wind towards the southeast.
His destination, eight thousand miles away, Qingshan County!
Breaking through the sea of clouds, traveling through the universe, Chen Yuan beca a stream of light cutting through the twilight, with the mountains below bathed in dusk, the sea of green forests undulating, bathed in a warm red by the setting sun.
The long wind brushed past his ears, carrying the clean energy from the mountains, as he cut through rivers winding like silver, passing villages where smoke had just risen, the colors of heaven and earth blending into a warm jade under the twilight.
At this mont, he suddenly felt an anxious yearning akin to a wanderer returning ho.
He hadn’t returned in a long ti.
A few years had passed swiftly, he had always been chasing, driven by the torrents of the secular world, never stopping.
Now, there were still people waiting for him there.
He used his fastest speed to traverse thousands of miles, quickly crossing the land beneath him as the dusk slowly descended.
When he finally saw the outline of a mountain city under the twilight, his speed finally slowed, seeing the Nu River’s waters still surging mightily, and at this mont, a lodious tune drifted to his ears.
"Spring warmth, dyes the Chunjiang, the glistening waves shimr with golden light. The willows on the shore hang long strands, the peach blossoms smile faintly reflecting on the lake. A fisherman’s boat sways gently, the oar lightly paddling in the center of the water. Casting the net fills the cabin with dreams, the fish joyously leap, flashing silver light. The setting sun gradually falls behind the western hills, the evening glow reflecting like fire on faces. The wind rustles the reeds, a song..."
On the river beneath the distant mountain city, a hobound fishing boat sliced through the dark red shimring waves, the boatman with a straw hat singing a resonant fishing song, the wooden oar stirring the river filled with golden fragnts, swaying leisurely. The bankside reeds undulated in the twilight, forming blue-grey waves, birds hidden in the thickets startled by the boatman’s song, flitting across the sky drenched in the evening glow.
Silver scales in the net bag still glittered, reflecting on the bright cabin planks like a scattered field of stars, a fisherwoman in a grey cloth robe crouching at the stern, sorting the catch, her fingers dipped in lake water reflecting the remnant sun.
In the distance, lights on the dock gradually lit up in succession, connecting with the mast lanterns on the boat into continuous chains, laying a flowing gleam on the water. The fish song rose and fell, mingled with the sound of the paddle and banter, soaking the deepening dusk soft, even the evening breeze seed to slow its pace to listen to the song by the ship’s side.
This pleasant scene was hidden within this remote mountain city.
Chen Yuan smiled casually, then stood high above, opening the Heavenly Eye, surveying the entire Qingshan County.
Today’s Qingshan County had changed significantly, now having divisions of inner and outer cities, attracting more and more people; the demon disaster that swept through Shu for years seed not to have disturbed this small mountain city.
Chen Yuan saw that his old house was still there.
He also noticed that the lantern was still hanging at the wine shop in the little alley.
A hunchbacked silhouette was holding a wooden board to block the door, preparing to close the stall.
"Old Wu!"
A voice suddenly echoed in the alley.
The old man closing the stall shivered, turning around, and who else could it be but Old Wu.
"Lord Xiao Chen!"
Upon seeing the figure at the alley corner, tears flickered in Old Wu’s eyes, and he quickly walked over.
The figure stood between the interplay of candlelight and twilight shadows, walking out.
"I knew you couldn’t stay idle!"
"You’ve co to open this wine stall of yours again."
Chen Yuan chuckled.
Old Wu was not safe in The Overseers, so he had him brought back to the hotown to enjoy his old age, yet he still pined for these old routines.
"Lord Xiao Chen, now that you’re back, when are you leaving?"
Joy was evident on Old Wu’s face, and his wrinkled face bore a look of expectation.
"Not leaving for now!"
"A bit tired, just want to rest a while."
Chen Yuan found a table to sit down, feeling a close affinity with the familiar old objects.
Old Wu instantly beca spirited,
"That’s good, that’s good."
"It’s been a long ti since you tasted my wine, co try it."
Old Wu, like an excited child, started bustling about, just like before, pouring wine, cutting at, and setting dishes for Chen Yuan.
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