Chapter 661: Chapter 661: Not Cherishing
Zhenhao suddenly exclaimed as he assessed the situation, "Be careful, Xiao Xue!"
"Careful? Too late!"
Jin Ciping, a skilled craftsman from Hu Yitang, moved swiftly behind Zhenxue. Just like the pristine snow that shares her name, his voice rang cold as he grinned at Bixiu and mocked, "Zhenhao! Damn it, you’re such an idiot! Your daughter trying to stop me? Isn’t this practically delivering a great gift to me?"
"You... despicable bastard!"
Zhenhao suddenly erupted in fury, shouting as he anxiously glanced towards the Xiangyang River.
At this point, Jin Ziping turned his tense gaze toward Yang Tiandao. "Mr. Yang, I know you’re remarkable. But don’t act recklessly! Or this blade of mine won’t show mercy! My request is simple: let me leave safely."
"Impossible!"
Yang Chuan shook his head, his demeanor calm. "You’re not leaving here today, no matter where you think you’d go."
Hearing these words, Jin Ziping furrowed his brow instantly. "What is this? Didn’t Mr. Yang claim to care about the bond between siblings during the Spring Festival? Why so heartless now?"
Zhenhao also glanced quickly at Yang Chuan, unsure of what Yang Chuan intended to do.
Chen Furen interjected hurriedly, her tone sharp and assertive.
But Yang Chuan once again shook his head and stated plainly, "I and Xue are blood siblings. Whoever dares harm her, I’ll deal with them personally—and don’t expect your corpse to be untouched! But don’t you dare interfere with what should rightfully remain!"
"What? What do you mean?"
Before Jin Ziping could process Yang Chuan’s words, he suddenly heard a resounding noise. Zhenxue, using just two fingers, had snapped his dagger in half as though it were brittle like dry twigs.
"This... is this even possible?"
Staring at the broken blade in his hands, Jin Ziping froze in disbelief.
Was this Zhenxue standing in front of him? Or was it some kind of monster?
What he couldn’t have known was that the Chen Xue before him was no longer the vulnerable woman she once was. She was now the Sword Sect Master of Xiu Zhen—a formidable powerhouse!
How could someone like him think of abducting her?
Chen Xue’s gaze, filled with both calm and determination, fixed onto Jin Ziping. "Uncle Dong, I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it."
"Didn’t cherish it? You—"
As Jin Ciping tried to retort, Chen Xue’s sword effortlessly sliced through the air, finding his neck, and in a flash, took away his life.
"W-wait... Xiao Xue, you..."
With a clean and decisive stroke, Chen Xue ended Jin Ziping’s life, leaving Chen Furen utterly stunned.
As Zhenxue’s mother, she knew her daughter better than anyone.
From a girl incapable of harming even an ant to now taking a life—this transformation was simply too much for her to process.
Even Zhenhao, who had lived much of his life through bloodshed, was taken aback. But seeing the unyielding gleam in Chen Xue’s eyes, he felt an inexplicable warmth as he approached his wife, then looked towards Chen Xue. "Xue, these past ten years... have been hard on you, haven’t they?"
"Father, not at all! Even though I respected my master—yes, she was strict—but she treated me well. The truth is... in these ten years, your daughter has grown!" Zhenxue sighed softly as she replied.
The ten years spent in the Crystal Realm were truly indescribable.
Furthermore, Han Shanzhe’s examination of Chen Xue’s constitution led to great regret. Despite Yang Tian’s care over the past decade, Chen Xue had faced challenges she could never have imagined back on Earth.
These weren’t mere fistfights.
In the hard-fought battles of Shui Zhenzi, survival often hung by a thread; in worse cases, souls were obliterated entirely!
Before changing her destiny, her whole life had been nothing but constant conflict.
Words could not describe it!
Moreover, even though Yang Tian was at the Great Victory Period’s peak, he still had no plans to train his younger family members!
Because with Yang Tian’s memory loss, the training path involving his body remained obscure even to himself!
Reflecting on everything, Chen Xue suddenly turned her determined gaze toward Yang Tiandao. "Does Yang Heng aim to enter the first sword?"
Hearing this, Yang Tian’s expression froze instantly, and even Zhenxue was baffled by the sudden question.
To tell the truth, those who had slain the Good Sword examiner all bore extraordinarily heavy karma!
And Yang Chuan had comprehended a pathway akin to Yang Tian’s insight into the mainline Dao while obtaining the Sword of Enigma...
...Yang Chuan, who now possessed the ability to construct four miniature sword formations, could stand as one of the ancients’ strongest. Yet in the end, without comparison to Wei Jin, he might rule over summer, but entering the business realm yielded far from today’s strength.
Yet after acquiring the Good Sword, Yang Tian had not once sought to annihilate the Sword Doctor. However, if he were to step into the first sword, the consequential power gain would far eclipse anything before!
Falling into such transcendence meant that completing the exam was already halfway done, and his might would naturally elevate by leaps and bounds.
There seemed no clear path for how Liang Chuan could obtain this.
However, how reliable those ancient texts about the Yutong pedigree truly were remained uncertain.
Such actions mirrored ancestral tomb sacrifices; it simply wasn’t in Yang Tian’s nature to venture there.
But before Yang Tian could respond, Chen Xue chuckled and said, "Yang Heng, no need to worry! My father didn’t reveal the ancestral secrets before his death because they were deliberately concealed. I don’t believe you would ever stoop to such a level. Moreover—"
As she spoke, Chen Xue cast a glance toward someone quietly observing from the side. "Though Senior Sister remains silent in this room, one way or another, it will become a matter of time. Tell me, Yang Heng, how much longer do you intend to stay on Earth?"
"How much longer? What do you mean by that?"
When Qi Yuan heard this question, her eyes darted toward Yang Chuan, scrutinizing his every reaction.
Yang Tian could only manage a bitter smile.
However, given the circumstances, Yang Chuan decided to explain: "I can still recall why I originally entered the Crystal Realm."
"Why?"
Hearing this, Qi Yuan suddenly recollected something. "It was because you needed to seal the Crystal Realm’s spatial channel connected to Earth, to repel it."
"That’s right! Back then, I was merely a fledgling power. Earth had already repelled me, unable to accommodate my strength. But now? I possess power hundreds of times greater than before. Returning this time, I can freely sustain my presence here with my own strength."
Yang Chuan explained in detail, bringing up the maintenance of the Ma Realm as well as the sealing of Earth’s channels using the silk threads of his power.
Hearing this explanation, Qi Yuan’s eyes glistened with sorrow.
As a woman, all she wished was to guard the one she loved. Yet she quickly smiled at Yang Tiandao and asked, "How long will you stay this time?"
"Ten years would be no problem. After that, I can’t be certain anymore," Yang Chuan admitted frankly.
"Ten years?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan immediately seized Yang Tiandao’s hand. "Promise me a wedding! Ten years should be enough for that, right?"
"Hmm... naturally enough." Yang Tian replied, scratching his head.
In fact, he didn’t need ten years. His plan was for a ceremony with his First Wife today!
As Yang Chuan, Qi Yuan, and Chen Xue conversed, Zhenhao couldn’t catch all of their words, but given the conversation’s context regarding entering the first sword, he was reminded of Feiyue’s earlier remarks on the second floor, which gave him insight.
Gazing at Zhenxue, who was still smiling, he spoke up. "Mr. Yang, as for the ancestral secrets of our family, I don’t know if they’re real or not. But if something truly did fall into the first sword, take it."
"Are you certain that’s acceptable?" Yang Tian inquired again.
"There’s nothing to hesitate over!"
Zhenhao echoed what Zhenxue had said. "Our family chose not to guard the ancestral tomb because it would risk everything for something they desired. That can’t be returned. But you, Mr. Yang, are different. Besides, my family’s lives were saved by you, and even the sight in my eyes was restored thanks to you."
As he said this, Zhenhao’s tone became increasingly somber. "Above all, if something truly lies dormant in the first sword, doesn’t it align with your destiny? The Nordic Palace has kept its eye on such an item, but it was you who drove them out that day. Who’s to say others won’t harbor the same ambition? Wouldn’t you be better prepared?"
Hearing these words, Yang Chuan realized Zhenhao fully understood the situation and no longer hesitated. Given that they’d resolved themselves, why should the Yang Family refuse? He responded decisively.
"Mr. Yang humbly accepts."
Zhenhao smiled with relief. "In truth, my Chen family’s ancestral location isn’t far from here! You even know it, Mr. Yang—you’ve been there before!"
"Oh? I’ve been there before?"
Hearing Zhenhao’s revelation, Yang Chuan was taken aback with curiosity. Zhenhao smiled knowingly. "Indeed! Because the location is none other than Yun Mountain!"