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Chapter 392 - 392 341 This Chen Yuan Must Not Be Allowed to

Chapter 392: Chapter 341: This Chen Yuan Must Not Be Allowed to Live!_2 Chapter 392: Chapter 341: This Chen Yuan Must Not Be Allowed to Live!_2 However, this speculation did not receive much endorsement as many believed that Bai Changqing’s strength was at most sixth rank, and it would be difficult for him to advance further, which is why he had always remained indifferent to fame and fortune.

Inside the Ascending Immortal Tower, Chen Yuan obtained many things he desired and soon after, without lingering too much, he bid his farewell.

Yet Tangshan Prefecture was not as calm as he had anticipated; the No-Life Sect finally showed signs of activity again.

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It was still that eerie and dim palace.

The towering figure of Yang, the Holy Envoy, sat cross-legged in the Blood Pond, with streams of blood constantly flowing into his body, gradually restoring his aura.

But the pond underneath him was nearly dried up.

This was the downside of advancing to the Core Realm through sinister secret techniques, which required fresh essence blood to maintain vitality every now and then, or else it could cloud one’s consciousness and turn him into a demon obsessed with slaughter.

Moreover, it did not extend life span one bit because the unity of essence, qi, and spirit was not achieved.

Despite having the power of the realm, he lacked any substantial foundation.

Furthermore, the peak of this life was limited to the True Core level; beyond that, one could no longer make any progress.

Despite the significant drawbacks of the sinister secret techniques, many still yearned for them. Only those who had made great contributions to the Holy Sect were permitted to cultivate these techniques, along with the support of mysterious elixirs.

Because a Dan Realm Master commanded power far beyond that of a Reach Profound Martial Artist.

The Core Realm was a threshold that bridged lower and higher levels, where only those who had entered could be called Grandmasters and step into the Upper Three Realms. The vast majority of martial artists in the world could never achieve core formation in their lifetimes.

Each Core Realm Grandmaster was almost always an extraordinary individual.

The total number of Core Realm Grandmasters in the world might not be few when all added up, but that was bolstered by a vast population. Glancing across, how many could one state have?

The combined number of Core Realm Grandmasters in Qingzhou from the government amounted to no more than five or six, which was already quite a lot. Some desolate states had only two or three Grandmasters stationed there.

Opening his eyes, a flash of blood light flickered in Yang, the Holy Envoy’s eyes as the bloody patterns around his body gradually retreated into his flesh and his aura stabilized. The Blood Pond beneath him was now completely dried up.

The ground was engraved with formations, some nodes even inlaid with Primordial Crystals. A rough estimate suggested there were more than a dozen Primordial Crystals within this Blood Pond.

By the edge of the pond, there were several Black-Robed men, heads pressed to the ground, not daring to look directly at the Holy Envoy.

“Stand up.”

The rough voice of the Holy Envoy reached the ears of the three, who did not dare to delay and hurriedly lifted their heads, though their knees still knelt.

“Thank you, my lord, we wish the Holy Envoy’s cultivation soars to new heights,” they said in unison.

“How have things been in recent days? Did Chen Yuan die at the hands of Lin Zhidong?” the Holy Envoy asked.

Before Lin Zhidong had made a move against Chen Yuan, he, due to the need to sustain his core formation with the sinister secret technique, had to spend three to seven days in seclusion every month.

He had coincidentally missed the shocking news that had stirred Tangshan Prefecture.

Today, his subordinates, having calculated the date for the end of the Envoy’s seclusion, dared to come to see him.

“This…” The three Black-Robed men exchanged glances, conveying a message through their eyes. Finally, the Black-Robed man on the left respectfully said, “Holy Envoy, the attempt on Chen Yuan by Lin Zhidong failed; Chen Yuan did not die.”

“What?”

The tone of the Holy Envoy rose slightly, tinged with disbelief.

In his expectations, with Lin Zhidong and nine other Reaching Profound experts joining forces, apart from Dan Realm Masters, no one within the Reaching Profound Realm should have been able to withstand them. Chen Yuan was strong, but not to that extent.

Could it be that Chen Yuan learned of Lin Zhidong’s plan beforehand and defeated them one by one?

Immediately, the Holy Envoy voiced his confusion.

The Black-Robed man answered, “It wasn’t like that. On that day…”

He relayed the events of that day to the Holy Envoy—the way Chen Yuan had deliberately gathered everyone together, how he faced nine opponents on his own, and with an invincible stance, slaughtered all the Reach Profounds…

The Holy Envoy’s face darkened, his gaze still carrying traces of disbelief.

Chen Yuan actually had such strength!

He could actually take on nine adversaries by himself, subduing everyone with his invincible stance. Having now climbed to the top ten of the Hidden Dragon List, his name has become renowned across the world. He merely went into seclusion for a few days,

and yet such a tremendous upheaval occurred.

It’s truly inconceivable.

“Did Chen Yuan sustain any injuries?”

“None at all. It’s said that Chen Yuan killed everyone within a mere moment, not a single person was able to harm him.”

“Damn it, this lad is terrifying to such an extent!”

Somehow, Yang, the Holy Envoy, felt an inexplicable sense of fear towards Chen Yuan, whom he had never met, which was one of the drawbacks.

The drawback of not having gone through the life-and-death profound threshold.

Of course, the main reason was Chen Yuan’s too astonishing battle achievements. Anyone who heard of it would be amazed, which was one of the reasons why Ascending Immortal Tower immediately placed Chen Yuan at seventh place on the Hidden Dragon List.

The sheer terror of his solid battle achievements was indeed the cause.

Within the palace, there was utter silence, not even the sound of breathing, until after a moment, Yang, the Holy Envoy, broke the stalemate and asked in a deep voice, “What happened afterward?”

“Afterward, Chen Yuan led his subordinates and eradicated many Jianghu forces in Tangshan Prefecture. To this day… in Tangshan Prefecture’s Jianghu, practically all forces of any significance have been exterminated.”

“The newly appointed Prefecture Chief of Tangshan Prefecture, Liu Zhengsong….”

Subsequently, the people present relayed the current situation of Tangshan Prefecture to Yang, the Holy Envoy, making him feel as if he were worlds apart.

How could a few days of seclusion seem like years had passed? The once chaotic Tangshan Prefecture had been thoroughly cleansed. Even the government of Tangshan now openly sought traces of the No-Life Sect without Yang, the Holy Envoy’s permission.

These people didn’t dare to retaliate at all, instead shrinking their influence, while currently, hardly any members of the No-Life Sect were active outside, with only some undercover lines monitoring the government’s moves.

“Damn it.” A cold glint of murderous intent flashed in Yang, the Holy Envoy’s eyes.

This was his humiliation, a subsection led by a grandmaster of the Core Realm, now being forced by a Reach Profound Martial Artist to shrink and hunker down. If others in the No-Life Sect found out,

Would it not be a laughingstock that he, surnamed Yang, was incompetent?

The people immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling as they said:

“Holy Envoy, Elder Yue has already sent a message, if possible, to slay this man. Otherwise, if we wait for him to grow in strength, he will surely become another Jiang He,

making it even more difficult for the Holy Sect to gain a foothold in Qingzhou.”

“We must not let Chen Yuan live!”

“Oh?”

Yang, the Holy Envoy’s eyes narrowed, surprised that Elder Yue Xinghe regarded Chen Yuan so highly, comparing him to the next Jiang He. It was… somewhat shocking to him.

Knowing that Elder Yue Xinghe was the person in charge of the Holy Sect in Qingzhou, of Heavenly Core cultivation, a peer of Sword God Jiang He. Even though he was defeated by Jiang He,

it was not because Elder Yue was weak, but because Jiang He was too strong.

However, Yang, the Holy Envoy, soon thought of another possibility. It was rumored that Chen Yuan had Jiang He’s backing, and their relationship was extraordinary. Perhaps Elder Yue’s murderous intent towards Chen Yuan was also a displacement of anger from Jiang He.

Unable to kill Jiang He, slaying Chen Yuan was still an option.

Regardless of which possibility, since Elder Yue had spoken, he could not pretend to not hear it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t enjoy the consequences in the future. He must handle this matter beautifully to please Yue Xinghe.

“Anything else?”

“Elder Yue also said that there’s no need to worry about Jiang He. He won’t be able to free himself in the next few days. Your Excellency, the Holy Envoy, can proceed with confidence,” the man in the black robe replied.

With those words, Yang, the Holy Envoy, felt at ease. What he feared most was Jiang He suddenly emerging when he moved against Chen Yuan. In that case, there would only be one dead end.

Even if Yue Xinghe appeared, it would be of no use.

“Good, since Elder Yue has given the order, I shall naturally obey. Issue my decree, all members of the Tangshan subsection to be armed and ready. Once I have slain Chen Yuan,

we will storm into Tangshan Prefecture City and let the imperial court know who truly rules Tangshan!”

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