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It is only a hair's breadth away from the innate realm where one generates innate true essence within the body.
Such a speed increase is unprecedented and will likely remain so.
At the pinnacle of first-rate skill, one can establish a sect, become famous in one region, and be respected by others.
Lin Zhennan of the Fuwei Escort Agency, for example, is only at the second-rate level.
The ruthless and domineering Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng Sect is only at the mid-stage of the first-rate realm, not yet at its peak.
Chen Yan has reached the peak of first-rate strength; even outside the invincible circle, he can still be considered a minor expert...
Tired of it? Said Qi turned around and stood up to account for ⑨⑷ ⑧ ⑶ 樲７⑧ 0澪
Thinking about this, he felt a surge of joy.
It jumped around in the backyard a few times, leaping two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) high each time.
With a casual palm strike, a boulder several meters high shattered into several pieces, demonstrating a force of at least several thousand kilograms—truly terrifying…
"I wonder who will be the next unlucky guy to come knocking on my door and contribute my breakdown points?"
No rush, no rush.
Qixia Town is located at a transportation hub connecting various countries, and it is also the only inn in the town.
There are countless martial arts practitioners coming and going, and with a bunch of big mouths from Tongfu Inn advertising for me, guests will come in droves.
All I need to do is sit back and patiently wait for the fish to bite.
Thinking of all this, Chen Yan hummed a little tune, sat in a rocking chair, basking in the sun and leisurely sipping tea, feeling utterly relaxed and content...
……
at the same time.
The group from the Huashan Sect had already traveled dozens of miles outside of Qixia Town.
Throughout the journey, Yue Buqun and the others remained silent, appearing preoccupied with their own thoughts.
The ordinary disciples looked at each other, not daring to speak casually.
The entire procession was extremely dull.
At this time.
Yue Buqun suddenly told everyone to rest.
Ning Zhongze, Yue Lingshan, and Lin Pingzhi were called aside.
He slowly began to speak: "You all know what kind of person I, Yue Buqun, am. That fortune-telling brat has some skill, but his predictions about the future may not be true."
I, Yue Buqun, would never do something like abandoning family and kinship for the sake of martial arts and power.
Ning Zhongze and the others remained silent upon hearing this, offering no reply.
A cold glint flashed in Yue Buqun's eyes, and he said again, "Now, there is only one way to prove my innocence."
That means going to the Lin family ancestral home in Fuzhou to see if the evil-repelling sword manual can really be found, as the fortune-telling brat said.
Does the opening line of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual read, "To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself"?
If this news is false, then it will refute the fortune teller's lie.
Ning Zhongze nodded slowly.
She and Yue Buqun were husband and wife for decades, always treating each other with respect.
Even though Chen Yan had previously demonstrated various abilities to see through everything, she didn't dare to completely believe that Yue Buqun was a villain until the facts were actually unfolding before her eyes.
"Little Lin, no, Junior Brother Lin, are you going?"
Yue Lingshan looked at Lin Pingzhi.
Lin Pingzhi felt a pang of pain in his heart.
Yue Lingshan no longer calls him Xiao Linzi, but instead calls him Lin Pingzhi, the intention of distancing herself is obvious.
He pondered for a moment and nodded.
"However, I have a suggestion: when we go to the Lin family's ancestral home, let's bring our eldest brother along."
Hear this.
A cold glint flashed in Yue Buqun's eyes.
Lin Pingzhi's suggestion to bring Linghu Chong along clearly indicated his distrust of him. He believed that only with Linghu Chong's exceptional swordsmanship could he be kept in check.
However, given the current situation, he had no choice but to agree.
present.
The group from Huashan Sect changed course and headed south, heading straight for the Lin family's old residence in Xiangyang Lane, Fuzhou.
Chapter Fifty-Five: Dingdang and the Mongrel
For the next few days, no one came to his door to tell fortunes, and Chen Yan lived a very leisurely life.
It's nice to chat and boast with the people at Tongfu Inn, grow flowers and plants, bask in the sun and drink tea.
Meanwhile, with the promotion of a group of loudmouths at Tongfu Inn...
Chen Yan's reputation has gradually spread.
All the chivalrous travelers who had dined at Tongfu Inn had heard of the existence of Chen Yan, an all-knowing time traveler.
at first.
The chivalrous figures of the martial arts world thought it was just the people at Tongfu Inn bragging.
Until one day, three gangsters, dissatisfied with Chen Yan, came to cause trouble. Chen Yan used his finger as a sword and beheaded all three of them in one fell swoop. After that, no one dared to underestimate Chen Yan anymore.
He thought to himself that even if Chen Yan wasn't an all-knowing transmigrator, he was still a young master.
Their strength and talent can only be described as terrifying; they are truly not to be trifled with.
present.
People in the martial arts world were even more curious about Chen Yan.
Many people stayed overnight at Tongfu Inn, wanting to see for themselves whether Chen Yan truly possessed the ability to know everything...
This evening.
After having dinner at Tongfu Inn, Chen Yan was persuaded by Mo Xiaobei to go out and buy candied hawthorns.
They had barely stepped out of the door when a man and a woman entered the Tongfu Inn.
Both the man and the woman were very young.
The man had regular features, dressed simply, and had a simple and honest demeanor.
The woman had beautiful features and a slender figure. She wore silver bracelets with small bells hanging from them on her wrists and neck, which made a pleasant tinkling sound as she walked.
"Please come in, gentlemen. Are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"
Upon seeing a guest arrive, Bai Zhantang tossed the towel off his shoulder and stepped forward with a smile to greet him.
"Let's eat. Bring us a few of your inn's signature dishes."
The girl responded,
The young man and I found an empty table and sat down.
He had just sat down.
A mischievous glint flashed in the girl's eyes. She pouted and said to the honest young man in a coquettish tone, "Oh dear, Brother Tian, we've run dozens of miles to escape Grandpa's pursuit. My legs are sore."
The honest young man heard this.
He chuckled and said, "Then let me massage your legs."
"Yeah."
The girl's plan succeeded, and she quickly stretched out her legs.
The kind-hearted young man lifted her trouser leg, revealing a section of her fair and delicate calf, and earnestly massaged it for her.
While kneading, she laughed and said, "Ding ding dang dang, your legs are so smooth, much better to the touch than Ah Huang's legs."
Hearing the kind-hearted young man praise her, the girl's face lit up with joy.
But then she pouted and huffed, "Which girl is Ah Huang? Have you been cheating on me again?"
Cheating?
The honest-looking young man was taken aback.
Shaking his head: "Ah Huang isn't a girl, she's a yellow dog I raised since she was a puppy, she's very close to me..."
The girl was both amused and annoyed.
This guy actually compared himself to a dog. He's so clueless and has no sense of romance. He's such a blockhead.
He snorted, turned his head away, ignoring the young man, and sulked angrily.
In the end, the more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and she even buried her face in her hands and sobbed softly on the table.
The honest young man didn't know how to comfort the person and was sweating profusely with anxiety.