The conflict that had persisted for several days finally concluded with a consensus: Ye Kuan's cris were too heinous, and he deserved execution.
Thereafter, the most discussed topic was the various tabloid stories surrounding the Martial Association's tenth-anniversary celebration. As for Chen Yang, he was enjoying his leisure ti, carefree and content, truly living like an immortal.
Sumr was gradually approaching. The scorching sun was like fire, baking the earth. Only when night fell did the blanket of heat begin to slowly disperse. A world of glittering lights and vivid nightlife erged.
After dinner, a comrcial van stopped by the Qingyuan River on the city's outskirts.
Standing there, one could see a gigantic mansion in the distance, resting on the land like a prival beast. Its majestic and solemn aura instilled awe and fear in onlookers. People strolling by the river occasionally cast curious glances at it but dared not look for too long.
It was the Chen Family Ancestral Mansion, belonging to one of the four great Royal Families.
"Sister-in-law, the Boss was born in this grand mansion. As a descendant of a Royal Family, he's the epito of a top-tier rich kid!" Yang Hu pointed directly at the Chen Family Ancestral Mansion, teasing with a laugh.
Qin Qiu was naturally aware of Chen Yang's origins. Gazing at the mansion before them, which was more than ten tis larger than the Qin Clan's own estate, she felt an inexplicable sense of dread and clung tightly to Chen Yang's arm, as if there really was a man-eating beast inside.
After a mont, Qin Qiu quietly asked, "Is Father still locked up in there?"
Chen Yang nodded. Ever since he arrived in Cangyun City, he had wanted to see that man countless tis, but it wasn't ti yet. At the very least, not now.
Chen Yang looked up, gazing at the starry sky. "Yang Hu, have you ever heard of the Sacred Realm?"
"Above the sixteenth rank is Venerable, and above Venerable is Sacred. The Sacred Realm is divided into three levels: Heaven, Earth, and Human, with Heaven being the highest, Earth the middle, and Human the lowest."
Yang Hu certainly understood the implication behind Chen Yang's words and countered, "Boss, are you saying the Chen Family has soone in the Sacred Realm?"
"How could they call themselves a Royal Family without a Sacred Realm expert?" Chen Yang said calmly. He had used his authority to thoroughly investigate the four great Royal Families, especially the Chen Family. The results were even more shocking than he had imagined. The Royal Families weren't called that just because it sounded impressive. Besides, why had there only ever been these sa four for over a century?
"Then you need to be careful, Boss." Yang Hu's gaze sharpened. Once one entered the Sacred Realm, their strength was beyond common understanding. No number of fifteenth-rank experts could withstand a single strike of their sword.
Chen Yang smiled without saying a word.
"It's getting late. Shall we go back?" Chen Yang asked, turning to Qin Qiu after they had walked a little further.
"Okay."
They returned to the van and drove away.
In bed, Chen Yang tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Qin Qiu embraced him from behind and whispered, "Still thinking about the Chen Family?"
"I wonder how he's doing," Chen Yang admitted. So things are best left unknown. But once you know—especially when you know he's right there—you can try to suppress the feeling, but you can't hold it back forever.
"As long as you're all right, he will be too," Qin Qiu comforted him.
Chen Yang nodded, grasping her soft, delicate hands. "Go to sleep."
"Let's sleep together." Qin Qiu's grip tightened, as if the man would disappear the mont she let go.
In the early hours of the morning, ti seed to crawl. One o'clock. Two o'clock. Chen Yang felt no hint of sleepiness; he had never known ti to pass so slowly.
Eventually, he slowly got up, walked to the windowsill, and lit a cigarette. The fla flickered in the darkness, smoke curling upwards.
"Are you all right?"
Gazing into the thick night, Chen Yang let out a bitter smile. I thought I wouldn't care so much about that man, but now it seems I was far too naive.
Glancing back at the soundly sleeping Qin Qiu, Chen Yang's figure flickered and, like a ghost, drifted out through the window.
The curtains billowed. On the bed, the beautiful woman slowly rose and walked to the windowsill.
"With your mind so heavily burdened, how could I possibly sleep?" Qin Qiu looked out into the dark and lonely night, her fists clenched tightly, her heart hanging in her throat.
「The Chen Royal Clan.」
A dark figure leaped over the surrounding wall, landing silently and moving stealthily through the courtyard. In less than five minutes, Chen Yang found the small courtyard Chen Bonan had described. Bypassing the guards at the front, he vaulted over the side wall.
The mont he landed, Chen Yang's head snapped up. A tall man in a black robe stood in the courtyard, his deep eyes fixed intently on him.
Chen Yang t his gaze. Their eyes locked, expressions shifting several tis before finally settling. After a long mont, the middle-aged man gestured for Chen Yang to follow him inside.
Once in the house, the middle-aged man—Chen Jinnan—wanted to grab Chen Yang but hesitated. A mixture of surprise, admiration, and other emotions flashed across his face. Struggling for words, he finally managed to utter, "Are you... are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
Chen Yang was overwheld with a thousand emotions. I never imagined I would one day et my biological father.
"You shouldn't have co," Chen Jinnan said with a sigh after looking Chen Yang over for a while.
"I just couldn't stay away," Chen Yang said. "I had to see you."
"Ah..." Chen Jinnan let out a long sigh. "These years have been tough on you. It's all my fault."
"I already know what happened. It's not your fault." For so reason, at that mont, all the resentnt that had built up inside him vanished in an instant.
"In the blink of an eye, twenty-eight years have passed. You've grown up!" Chen Jinnan patted Chen Yang's shoulder. "Did you kill the Great Elder?"
"Yes."
The old father's mouth visibly twitched. He looked at Chen Yang as if he were a monster. Is this kid bragging? Killing a fifteenth-rank expert just like that? This...
Taking a deep breath, Chen Jinnan urged, "You should leave quickly. The Great Elder was nothing. The Chen Family's true power and foundation are terrifying, not sothing I can explain in just a few words."
The sentence was loaded with unspoken aning.
Chen Yang said nothing more and turned to leave.
Chen Jinnan stood in the courtyard, staring up at the starry sky, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile. But his smile abruptly froze, his eyes widening in shock. A dazzling crescent of light flashed across the do of the sky.
Sword Qi!
Not far away, Chen Yang, who was about to vault over the wall, suddenly felt an intense sense of danger wash over him.
The instant he turned, a chilling and unprecedented Sword Qi shot straight for him. It blazed like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, carrying an incomparable aura of death, existing only to harvest life.
WHOOSH.
Chen Yang quickly retreated and leaped into the air.
SCHLICK!
Blood stained the sky.
At that mont, more than half of Cangyun City's inhabitants awoke from their dreams, sensing the overwhelming Sword Intent and the piercing killing intent. This was especially true for the top Fist Masters.
"Is this... has an expert from the Sacred Realm made a move?"
"Definitely the Sacred Realm! It seems to be coming from the direction of the Chen Royal Clan!"
Half an hour later, at the foot of Yuning Mountain, twelve imposing horses clad in silver armor carried twelve middle-aged n in heavy plate. Gripping Sky Halberds, they were wreathed in a lethal aura as they charged toward Cangyun City, the ground cracking beneath their hooves.
The Chen Royal Clan's Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry.
After many years, they had re-entered the boundless mortal realm.
Sothing big was about to happen.
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