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Chapter 401 - 401 345 The Divine Dragon Descends From the

Chapter 401: Chapter 345: The Divine Dragon Descends From the Ninth Heaven! _2 Chapter 401: Chapter 345: The Divine Dragon Descends From the Ninth Heaven! _2 This point could be attested by the heavens!

But speaking of which, he preferred the kind where butterflies were used as currency, and Shen Yanshu did so as well. (Well, feel free to criticize fully in the group).

As the two strolled leisurely, Du Ming suddenly stopped walking and pointing to the crowd ahead, he chuckled and said,

“Brother Chen, the storytellers in Tangshan Prefecture owe their living to you these days.”

Chen Yuan smiled faintly and stepped forward.

The storyteller surrounded by dozens of people was an old man with gray hair and a robust voice, showing no signs of bending or hunching. He slapped the shock wood and declared loudly,

“Speaking of the Divine Dragon descending from Above the Nine Heavens, today this humble old man will regale you with tales of our Tangshan’s Green Envoy, the dashing Chen Yuan.”

After the opening words, the crowd immediately focused intently on the storyteller.

He spoke fluently and unceasingly about the deeds of Chen Yuan.

He described Chen Yuan venturing alone to Tangshan with orders to pacify Jianghu, speaking with authority. In his narrative, Chen Yuan was transformed into a figure of immense righteousness, a savior for the common people, removing the wicked and comforting the good.

Fighting the Vegetable Knife Gang, executing Song Jingang…

In just half a month, he had cleared Tangshan Prefecture of its chaos. Although his words were largely based on real events and original models, they were still highly fantastical.

He not only added some emotional drama to Chen Yuan’s story but also concocted a mysterious background, saying he was a Dragon God descended from Above the Nine Heavens, which is why there was a Dragon Roar when he faced enemies.

The scenes of his confrontations were described as dreadfully spectacular, almost like apocalyptic battles—e.g., with a single wave, the ground shook and mountains trembled, and an entire hill was shattered…

Yet these tales were extremely popular, and the audience listened with rapt attention.

Many among them only knew that Martial Artists were very powerful but were unclear about the classifications, only able to rely on imagination, so it all seemed quite natural.

Among the onlookers was Chen Yuan himself, and after listening, he realized, was he already that formidable?

A single punch could shock ten thousand miles…

That was terrifying, considering that the entire area of the Qingzhou Domain measured only ten thousand miles, equivalent to Chen Yuan causing turmoil throughout the entire domain with one fight.

Unable to restrain a smile, Du Ming whispered,

“Brother Chen truly is… known by everyone, understood by all.”

And it was mostly a positive reputation, with only some Martial Artists in Jianghu holding a negative view.

Another strike of the shock wood, the old storyteller said faintly,

“Today it is getting late, so we shall stop here. Tomorrow we will continue with the exploits of how the Green Envoy, Chen, opened the heavens with a single sword and slew demons. Those with money, please support financially; those with affection, lend your support.”

As his words fell, a small boy with his hair tied up, holding a basket, stepped forward.

‘Ding Ding Dang Dang…’

The sound of copper coins falling rang out, and a smile squeezed itself onto the old man’s face. He thought to himself, as expected, talking about Chen Yuan these days did indeed make money.

As he was contemplating, a silver ingot weighing ten taels fell right in front of the storyteller’s desk. The old man looked up just in time to see Chen Yuan and his companion turning to leave and quickly said,

“Thank you, sirs.”

“Well spoken. Let’s continue next time.”

Chen Yuan did not turn back, leaving only his silhouette to the crowd. Although the storyteller was using his fame to make money, what he said really wasn’t bad, and the person in question, Chen Yuan, was quite satisfied.

In his heart, he felt if he really were as formidable as described, he wouldn’t merely be a Green Envoy at this point.

Having stayed in Tangshan Prefecture for a few more days, Chen Yuan’s cultivation had fully reached the perfection level of the Heavenly Element, with no more advancements possible. Meanwhile, the No-Life Sect members also showed no movement.

Chen Yuan felt somewhat relieved and prepared to temporarily leave Tangshan Prefecture for a while.

This trip was not for any other purpose but to complete another task that Jiang He had arranged for him—causing a disturbance!

Having stayed in Tangshan Prefecture for so long, the time for the Philosophical Debate was fast approaching.

Indeed, Chen Yuan had even heard about it while in Tangshan Prefecture.

The person who held this Reach Profound Martial Artist Doctrine Exchange Meeting was named Zhao Hao, aged twenty-six, at the late stage of Reach Profound cultivation level, and he had quite a reputation in the vicinity of Shuzhou.

Although he was a Loose Cultivator, someone influential backed him, and the Changyi Hall he established had an excellent reputation. Many had received his favors, hence, Zhao Hao’s meeting invited quite a few attendees.

Aside from those prodigious disciples from noble families and sects, many local tyrants who had established their power, extending even to Tangshan Prefecture, had been invited. During the extermination of the Vegetable Knife Gang by Chen Yuan, an invitation was found in his home.

It was clearly an invitation for Zheng Yongzhi to attend the meeting.

However, from the start to the end, he did not invite Chen Yuan, guessing probably that his backing included Jiang He, and Zhao Hao had a deep-seated hatred against him.

From what could be learned from Jiang He, originally if it weren’t for the intervention of a somewhat acquainted strong figure from the Shushan Sword Sect, he would have sent someone to eliminate this fellow to prevent future troubles long ago.

Chen Yuan wasn’t clear about the real grievances, but seeing Jiang He’s intent to eradicate completely, the enmity they had must have been significant.

As for other matters, he did not care; he only needed to know that Jiang He had shown him kindness and helped him considerably, mixed with mutual interests, resulting in him having no psychological burden in disrupting the event.

This time, Chen Yuan did not bring many people with him to Shuzhou, only three, those same old ones, Yue Shan, Mo Donghe, and Yan Qing, whom he found easy to use.

He did not bring the Yunjiang Four Ghosts, as they all held their own responsibilities now.

The place where Zhao Hao held the Doctrine Exchange Meeting was in Guangling Prefecture of Shuzhou, not very far from Tangshan Prefecture, and it only took a few days for Chen Yuan and his party to arrive at the destination.

Their progress was not fast, and Chen Yuan was not in a rush; he was observing how the geography and customs of Shuzhou were, and what differences there were from what was recorded in the books.

Generally, it was the same, the only difference being that there was not much described about Shushan in the classic texts, and only upon entering Shuzhou did he realize how renowned the name Shushan was.

It could even rival the royal court!

In the hearts of the people of Shuzhou, the Shushan Sword Sect was considered a Martial Arts Holy Land, a Sword Cultivation Holy Land. Every native of Shuzhou dreamed of themselves or their children becoming disciples of Shushan.

Unfortunately, the quota for accepting disciples at Shushan was very limited, and only those with exceptional talent could practice there, but this also provided other forces with a chance to breathe.

Otherwise, everyone would want to be a disciple of Shushan, a White-clothed Sword Immortal.

Apart from these, there was one other topic occasionally mentioned in Shuzhou – “demons.” This matter was rather secretive in Qingzhou, and without a certain status, one would not know of it.

But in Shuzhou, it was completely different, as Shuzhou was located in the southern part and bordered South State, another name for which was Southern Border.

Historically, the Southern Border was synonymous with demon troubles. Here, real demons emerged, and for this reason, the royal court had stationed hundreds of thousands of troops here to guard against the demon menaces.

However, in the past hundred years, there had been very few significant disturbances by demonic beings, which left many people from other states unfamiliar with “demonic objects.” Yet, it was different in South State, Blood State, and Shuzhou.

In these three states, the matter of demon troubles was often mentioned.

Besides its world-renowned sword techniques and being revered as a holy land, Shushan was also known for another thing – its Demon Suppressing Tower. It was said that many Great Demons were suppressed within it; if they were to be released, Shuzhou would undoubtedly fall into chaos…

Hearing these rumors, Chen Yuan compared them with the intelligence he knew, and finally had some understanding of Shuzhou.

Chen Yuan’s estimated arrival time was actually spot on; he reached Guangling Prefecture City on the very day that Zhao Hao was holding the Doctrine Exchange Meeting.

The venue was set on the Guangling River just outside Guangling City, surrounded by many locals who came to watch the spectacle, truly enhancing Zhao Hao’s reputation.

He had spent a significant amount of money to build a large boat on the Guangling River specially to make friends. He had read a saying in an ancient book that he found sensible, advising to make as many friends as possible and few enemies.

That’s how he saw it, and that’s what he did.

Standing in the center of the boat’s deck, Zhao Hao, dressed in a blue robe with his hair tied up and a treasured sword hanging at his waist, had an extraordinary demeanor. Looking at the Jianghu martial artists gathering on the shore, he felt immensely exhilarated.

All these were his contacts, but he wondered how many would be willing to help him when it came time for his revenge against that man in the future.

After all, that man was too powerful, worlds apart from him. He even dared not reclaim his real name, using his mother’s surname instead, fearing that man would not keep faith.

And with that man’s strength, even that senior from back then couldn’t stop him now, who had even advised him to let go of the grudge. But was that possible?

He had lived in hatred since he was young; it was his spirit, unbreakable, for breaking it meant no hope of ever reaching Grandmaster in his lifetime.

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I’m late today; I apologize and have written an extra two hundred words.

Also, those in the group threatening to send razor blades, please calm down, this really isn’t criminal!

The author is working hard to update.