Chapter 630: Chapter 630 Confusion
Sudan.
As soon as the young woman appeared and entered the grand building, she was immediately stunned.
Indeed, Li Qing’s female disciple was the direct follower of Chen Yuanwen, the noble lord of that time, and she had brought Yang Chuan to the gates of Chen’s estate.
"Village... Elder Qin?" murmured the president’s younger sister. "I... this..."
No matter what, even Su Ningning, with her face flushed red, had no idea what was happening.
It was just like the appearance of the village elder—he carried the Longna bed while standing behind the protective formation, seizing the collar of the man and locking away his body’s true primal source in another place after the formation was sealed.
She already assumed she would be protected, thinking fate would be on her side, but still, she developed her soul by nurturing her own spirit.
Whoever faced him before desired to resist, but their courage crumbled instantly before him. He then reached out a solitary hand and directly entered the road to Jeju Island.
However, he never wavered in the slightest—his resolve was unyielding.
"Is it... you? You... have returned?"
Dressed in black, his raven-black hair fell over a cold, expressionless face—Yang Bu stood there, exuding an aura of confusion.
Similarly, every corresponding word related to him surged into her mind.
The Young Martial King!
The living myth of the present age!
A man who took on an entire nation by himself!
The world’s unparalleled Cui Jiangzi.
It was said that Yang Chuan had opened dimensional pathways with machines, and after killing many powerful figures of the Upper Realm, he vanished with a satisfied smile.
Thus, the name Yang Chuan entwined itself with tales of grandeur in people’s recollections!
Yet in countless hearts, two days had come and gone, gradually eroding her presence. She ceased to exist in their expectations!
But who could have imagined—Yang Chuan had returned to Earth and now stood before her!
How could she not be astonished? Was this not akin to a cosmic joke?
Yang Tianxi softly but firmly responded, "Yes, I’ve returned!"
She reached out a hand, awkwardly dusting off her absurd thoughts, becoming the foolish figure she was amidst her internal turmoil.
On the other side, Yang stood beside the car window, conducting field observation of his work. Pulling Chen Xue closer, he cast a glance at those gathered inside the guiding formation and calmly took everything in.
The elder who departed with Yang Chuan finally exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Do you know that senior? Who exactly is he?"
"What kind of person is he?"
After listening to Xiao Qing’s inquiry, Zhao Yincheng’s gaze wavered slightly, his eyes betraying complex emotions as he seemed to recall memories of the island nation. He sighed, "... He is a mythical legend!"
"Mr. Yang, you mentioned this before, didn’t you? Are you not wholly indignant?"
Within the spatial passage, Yang Tian and Chef Qian steadily walked onward.
However, Chen Xue was clearly upset. Having just come to understand some truths concerning Yang Chuan, alongside the slander she had overheard, she grumbled angrily.
"Are you angry?"
Yang Tian laughed lightly and said, "And what then, after becoming angry? Should I kill them...?"
She replied softly, "Yes..."
Upon hearing these words, Zhenxue was momentarily speechless.
She had once experienced such raw truths, but even if she were still the naive Chen Xue of that time, who fervently followed Yang Ri, how could she reconcile with such utterances in the presence of zealots?
Yet casually discussing killing—it wasn’t something she could just say aloud easily.
Yang Tian was keenly aware of this fact, smiling faintly as he asked, "How about I take you home now?"
"Home?"
Upon hearing the word, Chen Xue couldn’t suppress her excitement.
It was as though she suddenly froze in disbelief. Having been swept into the Cultivation World and joined the Divine Sword Sect, she had been gone for ten years!
Ever since her father had lovingly nurtured her as a child, it had been an unbearably long time for Chen Xue.
Now, hearing the word "home," she felt an undeniable surge of joy. The anticipation of reuniting with her father naturally filled her with delight.
Nonetheless, the timing now seemed peculiar; after having undergone tribulation in Yang Chuan’s overly familiar company, the overwhelming excitement left her feeling partly unsettled.
Thus, while she couldn’t connect Yang Chuan’s countenance to her feelings of joy in returning home, the contrast deepened her suspicions.
"Brother Yang, is something troubling you?" After much hesitation, Chen Xue finally spoke.
Yang Chuan, always candid, responded bleakly, "Ah, love—it always feels this way. But in this case, Brother Yang had gone too far and seemed to have been forgotten. Where has reverence gone?"
What could have transpired between Hai Zhenxue and her own ignorance of the matter? Was she about to bring everything to the surface? Thus, she quickly said, "Did you hand him over to Brother Yang’s people? What about that beautiful elder sister?"
"Haha, something like that," Yang Chuan nodded slightly but did not elaborate. His eyes remained fixed on the spatial passage ahead as he said, "Send me home. What happens next, I’ll handle slowly."
Before Hai Yangri, there had always been the ability to open the manual spatial gates at will.
But Chef Qian shook his head firmly. "Xiao Wu says: Now is not the time to return home."
"Not the time to return home?" Why not?" She drank a sip reluctantly.
"To save the elder brothers, staying longer in the Cultivation World had delayed the ship late into the tide. I’ll assist you further—and also lend my strength," Chen Xue exclaimed indignantly.
Seeing Chen Xue’s resolute gaze, Yang Quan succumbed to disbelief and gave a faint, rueful laugh.
Glancing at the faces around, he pondered for a moment and whispered, "You’ve grown up!"
He sighed deeply.
He knew well the trials faced by Chen Xue during her cultivation. No matter how the storms of tribulation battered her, her progress in growth occasionally evoked distance, even from places like Tianjin.
"Let’s leave things here for now." He slowly let go of Yang Chuan’s hand and raised an insightful proposal. "We’ll revisit this once the situation stabilizes. Then you can return."
Yang Chuan stamped his foot, instantly redirecting the cosmic pathway, advancing forward with Chen Xue and Zhenxue.
The small confines of Hua’er Binjiang felt like a contained Chapter emerging.
Ever since the Tang Dynasty, the legendary Yang Chuan material had supported the flourishing world of Chinese cultivators over the last ten years!
It was only thanks to the intimidating presence of Yang Tian’s overpowering might that the tradition stood resilient!
Even so, as described in discourse, Yang seemed prepared to take a single powerful step forward, collaborating with Tianjian elites, Biyue, Fairy Yue, and Taro Tower veterans like Ma Yu, Zhu Yuandao, and Dai Wei, all emerging as the dazzling next generation.
Thus, after the United States fell into decline, the Tang Dynasty rose to claim dominance as the number one Great Country of its day!
Nevertheless, after Yang Chuan disappeared for three years, the zealots recovered their divine influences to a significant extent.
Among these, second-generation forces forged nightfall remedies, while senior Arctics established symbols such as the Bloody Acidity and Asgard Guard, solidifying literary and martial legacies of two significant schools within the Trinity.
However, what the zealot-cults coveted most was spiritual belief derived from powerful cultivators’ faith!
As with Zhenyuan Sect’s time-tested ambush, zealots had seized the souls of cultivators, converting them into devout followers—an act of ultimate devastation!
Consequently, ideological clashes between zealots and cultivators grew irreparable, with the Yang Family spearheading cooperation between both factions.
Europe’s nations, predominantly aligned with zealot faith, maintained enmities concerning past disputes, pushing the Chinese cultivators into a corner of isolation.
"Given how critical the circumstances have become, how should we confront the enemy?"
In the grand hall of a faction alliance, a somber-faced elder sat upright in the chief position, his expression marked by deep contemplation.
For ten years, he had safeguarded the Liang Family’s gates alongside Yang Tianming, never imagining the extent of today’s crises.
Despite the constraints of liquor limitations in Yang Qianzhe’s province or divine indictments in the Upper Realm, the frustrations of the Lower Realm struck an undeniable blow to his pride.
Even so, he saw no choice but to deliberate with those present.
After all, the recent devastation to the Yang Family and widespread losses across China were overwhelming!
Countless sects had suffered grievous wounds under zealot attacks and had become little more than phantoms of their former selves.
The Yang Family, Ma Yu, Zhu Yuan, and Dai Wei were severely injured; Biyue and Fairy Yue had perished in valiant struggle, and others barely clung to life, their spirits waning amidst relentless challenges.