Chapter 626: Chapter 626: Soul
Thus, Xin Atu flourished, while the influence of other cultivators began to wane.
"Within Xin Atu are two powerful factions. These two factions are not only strong but have also cultivated themselves into Earth Dogs and ants. The person just now follows the faith of the Sun’s divine twilight.
After explaining everything, Du couldn’t help but say,
"Must we keep some necessary souls? Why is it like this? Yang Chuan didn’t go to the sea...
Yes, that’s what I said.
The two both knew that Yang Qian didn’t understand Yang Chuan very well. They said, ’The cultivation of Xin Atu requires faith, so we must collect the souls of cultivators and return to the devout Lingling to provide belief.’"
At this point, Yang Qianqing looked up. "Your strength is formidable. Please help me find a true expert! My junior left ahead of me, and it seems as though they’ve been surrounded by gods."
Chen Yuanwen.
Although Yang Chuan heard the name, he initially didn’t want to meddle. But upon hearing these three words, his brows furrowed.
Indeed, the name triggered Yang Chuan’s memories.
It was during the Foundation Establishment stage when a young Martial King with eloquence named Yang Chuan once had a dish of Chinese food on the waterways; the voice that commanded him during that incident had named him "China" with nameless reverence!
But as Yang Chuan’s strength grew increasingly formidable, he encountered enemies and waves of events that he eventually forgot.
Years later, unexpectedly, after returning to Earth, he heard this name again.
"You’re really Yuanwen’s drinking coach? Are you the junior who was falsely accused?" Yang Chuan asked thoughtfully.
"Yes! Yes. Senior, are you acquainted with the junior?" The two asked excitedly.
They were afraid Yang Chuan wouldn’t pay them any attention and leave, but now they realized mentioning that name stirred a connection. Even though literature wasn’t closely related, perhaps they knew each other after all.
In this way, their chance to seek Yang Chuan’s help to save lives increased.
Yang Chuan naturally understood the meaning behind the two’s intentions. Although this was their first meeting, he didn’t mind lending a hand. "Since this is the case, go ahead and take me to see."
"We... we can’t go back without help."
Leaving the Alps and heading towards the Zhenyuan Sect’s nearby settlement, the two Golden State women carried expressions of displeasure, mumbling grievances all the way.
Though they’d resolved to save people, they had no choice but to accompany and assist the senior.
Senior.
Daodong, upon hearing their plight, pursed her lips immediately.
Previously, under the hands of that man in white robes, she lost consciousness entirely and knew nothing of what happened afterward.
Thus, she couldn’t recall how Yang Chuan managed to annihilate that man, only being vaguely told parts of the story. However, she didn’t fully believe it, thinking it was the youthful Bao Liang’s whimsical tale, given he was still so immature, no older than seven or eight thousand years old.
Of course, she had no idea that Yang Chuan, a marvel crafted by heaven and earth, had a youthful appearance that would not change after a foundational breakthrough.
At eighteen, when Yan Chuan tilled grass, he had the aura of someone unfazed by age.
This wasn’t a problem for the two who looked further than the surface. Yet, Yang Chuan had once swatted a fly and killed a man wearing white.
Now, this incident posed a significant problem, serving as another point of contention.
Some even speculated that the man in white, an apparent enemy, released them out of goodwill and that Yang Chuan was merely conning them with his prowess, deceiving them in the process?
Refocusing on the present predicament, doubts deepened further. Someone muttered quietly, ’I don’t want to go back and die!’
Hearing the muttering, the faces of the two ladies changed, shooting a quick look at Yang Chuan.
But Yang Chuan didn’t seem to care at all.
"The person waiting for us should be in the courtyard about 300 meters ahead. This is the resting place our Zhenyuan Sect established during this time in Europe," one of the women spoke, pointing ahead.
Yang Chuan followed the direction indicated by their fingers and discerned that, indeed, about 300 meters away, there was an exquisite scholar’s courtyard.
However, other than the courtyard, there was also a group outside. Four or five men were targeting the area aggressively, while another group countered their strikes. The two sides were still engaged in battle.
Observing the scene, Yang Chuan casually began to stride towards the battle site.
Seeing this, the two women were startled. "Those Xin Atu followers are much stronger than the man in white from before. We... we must tread carefully!"
"There’s no need to worry."
Liang Chuan shook his head nonchalantly.
At the table, Chen Xue, encountering "dismissal," smiled and said, "Brother Yang, if you’re okay, then we’ll definitely be okay! Just stay close to us!"
Chen Xue followed Yang Chuan’s steps, her heart still thumping wildly.
The two Golden State women, seeing this, reluctantly obliged and trailed behind.
Although Da Dong wanted to pick up speed, scanning the surroundings, not a person could be found, forcing her to match their pace.
But before long, they stumbled upon a peculiar sight!
Led by Yang Chuan, the group boldly approached the scholar’s courtyard—even directly beneath the eyes of the belligerent Xin Atu followers. Yet, those Xin Atu adherents seemed incapable of seeing anything at all. Not only were their movements undisturbed, but their gazes flickered unaware.
"This... is this some kind of illusion technique?"
Seeing this, Dou Hee’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Chen Xue responded, "No illusions—it’s that they cannot perceive us."
Cannot perceive?
The two petitioners grew increasingly baffled. However, Chen Xue had already turned her head away dismissively.
Thus, the group of four passed through unhindered, entering a realm void of disturbance where Xin Atu adherents and scholar warriors clashed fiercely. Crossing through, they reached the courtyard.
Before stepping inside, they noticed Elder Xu Shundao commanding the flow of battle alongside his followers. Spotting the group, he asked warily, "Who are you? How did you make it in here?"
"Elder Chen, it’s me—Du Zhen!"
Hearing this, Elder Xu relaxed visibly with a sigh. Yet, his expression remained anxious as he questioned, "Why have you come back here? Don’t you know what kind of threat this place holds? Shouldn’t you be reporting to the sect leader instead?"
"Are you reaching out to the sect leader and other elders already?"
The truth was that their retreat had been less about strategic coordination and more an impromptu means of fleeing for survival. Thus, for Du Zhen, this inquiry was already fraught with guilt.
The true peril bore no exaggeration—it spread far from West Flow Mountain in Sichuan to the depths of Europe!
While Du Jinxiu pondered whether to send reinforcements to safeguard China’s roots, the scholar’s sanctuary faced its impending downfall.
Why?
The answer echoed in part with Yang Chuan’s sudden rise in presence.
Raising his hand, Liang Chuan signaled.
Senior.
The man appraised Yang Chuan’s unassuming attire—jeans, as it were—and narrowed his gaze sternly.
"If not for the unique power you wield, with such casual bearing, how could you even hold two days’ worth of hope against danger?" muttered the elder as he gauged the situation nearby. "Such youth and arrogance...!"
A man capable of destroying realms better than thousands, no ordinary individual would fathom.
This fact made even Chen Xue hesitant. Could this strange figure truly save their lives?
Lingering on these doubts, Mayor Lu commented to Dou Hee, "No matter who offers help, do you really think they can salvage the scene without risk to themselves or creating burdens?"
"But... but this senior already saved us once! Beyond that, they even showed a connection to prior generations!" Dou Hee argued fervently, distraught.
"An old friend of antiquity?"
Upon hearing the words, Secretary Chen sighed deeply as lingering unrest surfaced. "Some matters mirror Du Fu’s sunken vessels."