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Chapter 374 - 374 333 water floods the Big Buddhas knee

Chapter 374: 333 water floods the Big Buddha’s knee Chapter 374: 333 water floods the Big Buddha’s knee Shen Lian had considered avenging his father, but after assessing his own strength, he ultimately decided against it, knowing it would only lead to his death.

If his father, a Reach Profound Late Stage powerhouse, could be easily slain, what chance would he, a Condensing Evil Martial Artist, have?

He feared a mere flick of the opponent’s finger would annihilate him.

As for the future, it looked even more daunting.

He was merely ranked just over two hundred on the Hidden Dragon List, and now he was approaching the prime of his life with his potential clearly in sight, unlikely to ever go beyond being a Reach Profound Martial Artist.

Forming a Heavenly Core was out of the question.

Unless a great fortune befell him.

What about Chen Yuan?

He was barely over twenty, much younger than him, already ranked in the top twenty of the Hidden Dragon List with a high chance of forming a Heavenly Core as long as he didn’t fall prematurely.

Even reaching the Yang Transformation Realm wasn’t entirely hopeless for him.

Facing such an opponent, who could muster the will to fight?

Others might have it, but Shen Lian admitted to himself that he didn’t; he had resolved to leave Tangshan Prefecture as soon as possible for the far Southern Border.

To change his name and seek a fortune.

Life and death are predestined, and wealth is determined by fate; if he ever surpassed Chen Yuan in strength, he would then reclaim his real name and seek revenge for his father.

If not, then a peaceful life would suffice.

Shen Lian was very open about this.

Like Chen Yuan, he too was a ruthless and unscrupulous man, only even more heartless, as he dared to use his own siblings as pawns in his schemes.

The rustling of yellow paper in the wind seemed as if the buried Shen Yongzhi heard Shen Lian’s words.

The sky was gloomy, and the night was silent.

Crickets sounded intermittently as Shen Lian took a deep breath, raised his head, and prepared to get up when suddenly, a voice rang close by:

“If you wish so much for your father’s forgiveness, how about I send you to meet him?”

A cold sweat broke out on Shen Lian, and his hair stood on end as he turned abruptly to find a man standing about five or six yards behind him.

A young man in a black robe.

His eyes narrowed as he recognized the attire.

Black Cloud Clothing!

And at his waist hung a Yan Ling Saber.

An agent of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau had followed him!

In an instant, Shen Lian’s Evil Qi condensed, enveloping the blade as he watched the man in black warily and asked,

“Who are you?”

He had heard of Chen Yuan but had never seen him, his first thought not connecting secretly with the possibility of facing an envoy from the Heavenly Patrol Bureau.

His gaze continued to survey the surroundings.

In the dimness of the night, he couldn’t see the Qing pattern on Chen Yuan’s Black Cloud Clothing.

“The man who killed your father—who do you think I am?”

Chen Yuan stepped forward casually, calm and composed, but his gaze held an almost imperceptible hint of disappointment; he had thought that this somewhat promising individual was also blessed with fortune.

That’s why he had come in person.

It turned out he had overthought it; a child of fortune was hard to come by, not easily encountered.

“You… you’re Chen Yuan!”

Shen Lian’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He couldn’t believe that to deal with just him, even this important figure had appeared personally; he really was being given a lot of face.

Chen Yuan glanced at the mound in front of him and the yellow papers that had burnt out, commenting,

“Truly a case of filial piety responding to a parent’s departure.”

Shen Lian, this guy, actually talked about severing father-son ties—truly… a piece of work.

Shen Lian quickly shifted his gaze, knowing Chen Yuan must have heard his earlier words, and immediately knelt down, saying in a low voice,

“Lord Chen, please see clearly; Shen Lian has already severed ties with Shen Yongzhi, there is no connection, as strangers to each other, speaking nothing of fatherly kindness and filial piety.”

Knowing the terrifying extent of Chen Yuan’s power, Shen Lian was aware that resisting would only lead him to a dead end, and showing weakness was the only way to possibly clinch a sliver of hope for survival.

“Is that so?”

Chen Yuan’s eyebrows raised.

“Of course, not to hide it from Lord, I have long been dissatisfied with the old wretch Shen Yongzhi’s behavior; his many years of misdeeds and harming the people are a disgrace,

I regret that my weak strength could not stop him.

Now that Lord has eliminated this scourge, it truly delights everyone, I too am overjoyed, but since this old thief was, after all, my father, I had no choice but to bury him…”

Shen Lian’s face showed the color of sincerity.

Chen Yuan squinted at him, his expression almost smiling.

Shen Lian steeled himself and continued, “My mother died early, and this old wretch Shen Yongzhi, absorbed in his power, never cared for me. Now that I have seen the true face of the Qing Envoy,

I have one request, and I hope Lord will have pity.”

“Do tell…”

Holding an absolute advantage, Chen Yuan was not in a hurry to act, rather curious to hear what this man might say next.

Tears marked Shen Lian’s face as he looked up at Chen Yuan and pleaded,

“I’ve drifted half my life, lamenting not having met a worthy father. If the Qing Envoy Lord does not disdain, I wish to take you as my adoptive father and serve you all my life.”

“Words of such disloyalty, in the presence of your father whose body has barely gone cold, do you think it appropriate?” Chen Yuan spoke calmly, finding Shen Lian truly shameless,

wanting to recognize him as a father in order to seek a way to live.

If someone else were in his place, they might indeed consider keeping such a filial son.

“In my heart, Shen Yongzhi ceased being my father a long time ago, I’ve always wanted a true hero as an adoptive father—Chen Qing, so powerful at such a young age, will definitely make a name in Jianghu, certainly a true hero.”