That day.
Red flowers fell to the ground; the night was torn asunder.
The Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry had returned to the world of n.
「The royal Chen Clan.」
The once silent Chen Family Ancestral Mansion was suddenly ablaze with light. Footsteps echoed constantly as scores of people and horses ca and went.
Chen Jinnan stood in the courtyard, his expression wooden, his entire being seemingly drained of spirit and vitality.
CREAK.
The courtyard gate was pushed open.
"Did you see him?" Chen Linan, the Chen Family Patriarch, entered with his hands clasped behind his back and got straight to the point. "I have to say, that son of yours has so nerve! Daring to sneak into our Chen Family… he must not know what the word 'death' ans."
"Judging by your expression, you're quite distraught, aren't you?" Chen Linan flicked back the hem of his long robe and sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.
WHOOSH!
Chen Jinnan took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the man before him. His twisted expression gradually relaxed, eventually even revealing a smirk.
"It seems that last sword strike didn't finish him," Chen Jinnan said, sitting down opposite the Chen Family Patriarch. "Otherwise, I'd already be a corpse."
"He cannot withstand a sword strike from the sacred realm," Chen Linan stated, his face impassive as he lightly tapped the stone table with his right hand.
"But he didn't die on the spot, did he?"
Chen Linan's gaze sharpened. "I said, he cannot withstand a sword strike from the sacred realm."
After that strike, only a pool of blood remained at the scene. There was no body. Clearly, his target had escaped.
Chen Jinnan laughed. "If you're so certain, why haven't you killed yet?"
BANG!
Chen Linan swung his arm, sending Chen Jinnan flying several ters into a wall. He collapsed, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
"Since you're so eager to die," Chen Linan began, rising to his feet and flicking his sleeves. "Wait until I find his corpse. Then I will send you both to Hell together."
"You're scared!" Chen Jinnan struggled to his feet, clutching his chest. He sneered, "Surviving a sword strike from the sacred realm has terrified you!"
THUD.
The courtyard gate was shut.
The night gradually returned to its natural silence.
"Chen Yang, you… you have to live!" Chen Jinnan gripped the stone table, his teeth clenched tightly. "You must survive!"
「...」
At the Immortal Physician Pavilion.
The Pill Dragon King received a phone call and sprang from a soft bed at the Rich Tycoon Club. Without even changing his clothes, he rushed to the pavilion as quickly as he could.
That Sword Qi was actually aid at him? Of all the people to provoke, why the royal Chen Clan? To put it bluntly, are they soone he can afford to provoke? The sacred realm… tsk, tsk… That kid didn't even die. He was even able to call for help. Is he a cockroach or sothing? The Pill Dragon King paced back and forth at the entrance of his clinic, slapping his left hand into his right palm in trepidation.
Soon, the beams of a car's headlights swept over.
He can still drive? The Pill Dragon King's eyes nearly popped out of his head. That was an attack from the sacred realm! As they say, below the sacred realm, all are but ants. How… how is this possible?
Despite his shock, the Pill Dragon King didn't dare to delay and hurried forward to greet the arrival.
SCREECH!
A van ca to a halt, and Chen Yang pushed the door open to get out.
DRIP. DRIP. DRIP…
Endless blood dripped from Chen Yang's body. He looked as if he had just been pulled from a pool of it. On his back was a terrifying gash running from top to bottom, the flesh peeled back, revealing the bone beneath.
"This…" Even the Pill Dragon King couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart at the sight. He scrambled forward to support Chen Yang. "You… how are you?"
"I'm all right," Chen Yang said with a wave of his hand. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he opened it to spit out another mouthful of blood.
"My apologies for disturbing you so late," Chen Yang said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The Pill Dragon King rolled his eyes, speechless. He can still speak so fluently? I'm starting to doubt if that sword strike was even from a sacred realm expert.
"Stop talking. Let's get you inside," the Pill Dragon King urged. He was relieved to see that Chen Yang was in a relatively stable condition. If this man died in his clinic, his lifelong reputation would be ruined.
After stitching up Chen Yang's wound and stopping the bleeding, the Pill Dragon King sighed. "The external injury is no major issue, but this internal injury…"
"There is still a wisp of Sword Qi inside my body," Chen Yang said.
The Pill Dragon King: "…"
"I intentionally kept it there."
The Pill Dragon King: "…"
This man never failed to say the most shocking things. As a fellow cultivator, the Pill Dragon King was an expert. He thought for a mont and understood, a sense of admiration blooming within him. "You… you plan to use this wisp of Sword Qi to help you break through?"
"The effect is pretty good."
The Pill Dragon King: "…"
What kind of monster *is* this?
"You're going to get yourself killed doing that," the Pill Dragon King said irritably.
Chen Yang smiled. "Old-tir, have you ever seen a sacred realm expert?"
"Thanks to you, I had the honor of witnessing the might of the sacred realm today," the Pill Dragon King said, confused. "Why do you ask?"
Chen Yang just smiled, offering no reply.
The sacred realm… it truly is powerful.
Half an hour later, Chen Yang fell into a deep sleep.
The Pill Dragon King was busy all night.
"Brat, you'd better rember this! You owe your life!" the Pill Dragon King grumbled, collapsing onto the floor. He lit his tobacco pipe and took a couple of puffs, a smile gradually spreading across his face. "As the saying goes, surviving a great disaster brings great fortune. It is my own fortune, spanning three lifetis, to witness you, a True Dragon, soaring through the heavens."
「anwhile.」
The Sword Qi that had shot into the sky last night beca the topic of everyone's conversation.
The sacred realm! What kind of cultivation level was that? A single sword strike had rent the sky and woken half the city.
"They say that sword strike ca from the royal Chen Clan. In that case, who exactly was the target?"
"No matter who it was, to make a sacred realm expert take action, they must be no ordinary person."
"The royal Chen Clan's Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry has entered the city. Sothing big is about to happen in Cangyun City!"
On the main road leading to the royal Chen Clan's estate.
Twelve Heavy Armored Cavalry Guards advanced slowly, each bearing a Sky Halberd angled forward.
CLIP-CLOP. CLIP-CLOP.
The crisp sound of iron-shod hooves on stone echoed far and wide, causing passersby to recoil in terror, falling back again and again.
This…
As ordinary people, when had they ever witnessed such a spectacle?
Both riders and mounts were clad in heavy armor, and their Sky Halberds were covered in mottled spots—perhaps the stains of old blood? Most terrifying of all was the aura that emanated from them. An overwhelming killing aura seed to shoot straight into the heavens, threatening to tear the very sky asunder.
Those who were slightly closer were instantly crushed to the ground, unable to move.
"Even the Twelve-winged Iron Cavalry has been mobilized. What in the world does the royal Chen Clan intend to do?"
「...」
Qin Qiu hadn't slept all night. She looked haggard as she stood at her door, her eyes fixed intently on the front gate. She had imagined it countless tis: the gate would suddenly open, and he would walk in with his usual cheery greeting, "Honey, I'm back!"
But…
The gate remained shut, as if it had been welded in place.
Qin Qiu's lips twitched, and she pressed a hand firmly over her mouth.
I promised him I would never cry again. Besides, he'll be all right, won't he?
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