Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Cultivator

Jiang Haishan.

The man used to be a deputy director at the Mayor’s office in Chu Zhou City. Chen Fan didn’t think too highly of him because of his lack of spine and platitude.

Chen Fan disliked him even more so than Jiang Churan.

Jiang Churan was lauded as Goddess Jiang, thanks to being a disciple of Taichu Temple’s Sect Master. As her status rose, so did her family’s influence. The Jiang family quickly rose to become one of the most powerful families in China. Jiang Haishan brushed shoulders with leaders of the world and eventually became the representative of the Taichu Temple.

Chen Fan had been back for a while and knew that, although Jiang Haishan might look like a representative of Taichu Temple, he was nothing but a dog to his master. The cultivators of the Taichu Temple would never think highly of a mortal such as Jiang Haishan.

Even Auntie Tang knew that much.

She always wore a hint of embarrassment on her face every time she was with her husband in public. By the end, she could no longer bear the shame and left Yan Jin.

Chen Fan also knew that Jiang Haishan was aware of who he was and where he stood. That was how he knew that there was an extra significance to that invitation.

“It’s better if you don’t go,” Auntie Tang said with a knotted brow.

“It’s fine, I’ll have to visit Yan Jin sooner or later.” Chen Fan cracked a smile and accepted the invitation.

Afterwards, the group left for Chu Zhou City under cover of the night.

However, by then, everyone knew of Chen Fan’s return.

The next day, overlords all over Chu Zhou City and even the whole Jiang Nan Province flocked to Yun Wu Mountain, asking for Chen Fan’s audience. However, their path was blocked by A’Xiu. She even had to beat up a Golden Core Cultivator who dared to walk past her.

The violence scared the rest of the visitors. They put down their gifts for Chen Fan and left.

Some families who weren’t on the North Qiong Sect’s good side also went there to apologize; however, they couldn’t even get into Yun Wu Mountain.

Meanwhile, Jiang Feifei stood outside of the mansion, watching as many overlords begged Chen Fan for a meeting, but to no avail.

“Are you Jiang Churan’s sister?” A’Xiu turned around and asked.

“Yes, Sister Xiu.” Jiang Feifei lowered her head.

She knew that A’Xiu had reached at least the Connate Level.

“Your raw talent is impressive. Too bad you missed the opportunity to become my master’s disciple. You’ll have to be content with the Connate Level for the rest of your life.” A’Xiu shook her head.

Jiang Feifei clenched her fist and refuted indignantly, “Sister Xiu, I might have missed my moment, but it doesn’t mean I can’t reach above the Connate Level. Even Perfected Cultivator Chen is only a Golden Core Cultivator; there are plenty of cultivators at the same level. My cousin is a disciple of the Taichu Temple and she’s going to reach the Golden Core soon. If I were you, I would be worried about the Dark Race’s bounty on Perfected Cultivator Chen’s head.”

Jiang Feifei continued ranting, venting the displeasure and indignation that had built up over the last couple of days, “Humph! He is just a Golden Core Cultivator! I don’t understand what the fuss is about. I can reach immortality with or without him!”

“Dark Race?” A’Xiu was taken aback by the familiar name. “They’re nothing in front of my master. Little girl, you will regret what you said very soon.”

Even the mighty Nascent Soul Cultivators on Planet Tianhuang had succumbed to Chen Fan’s might, much less the alien races.

A’Xiu shook her head and left.

“I, Jiang Feifei, never regret anything.” The girl’s voice rose behind her.

Over the last couple of days, countless visitors arrived at the Yun Wu Mountain, but only Tang Yuanqin was allowed to enter.

“Perfected Cultivator Chen, I’m glad that you returned safely.” Tang Yuanqin and Tang Yifei both bowed to Chen Fan.

“I’m impressed by your progress. You might even be able to reach the Nascent Soul realm.” Chen Fan nodded.

“You know of the Nascent Soul stage?” Tang Yuanqin was taken aback.

“Why of course.” Chen Fan cracked a smile.

“If that is the case, I will just cut to the chase. The Dark Alien Race is different from the Alien races that have invaded earth before. They arrived through the Heavenly Path and most of them were Golden Core Cultivators. Some of their leaders are even Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords,” Tang Yuanqin said carefully.

“The Nascent Soul realm?”

Auntie Tang gasped.

“So?” Chen Fan thinned his lips into a smile.

“Those Nascent Soul Cultivators are still in hiding, but sooner or later they will strike. Each Dark Race has more than ten Golden Core Cultivators; there are more than a hundred Golden Core Cultivators when they band together. It would be wise to stay low and accumulate more strength before we make a move. Our revenge can wait,” Tang Yuanqin said slowly.

He spoke carefully; it was apparent he had thought about the idea for a long time.

Chen Yaoyao, Auntie Tang and Tang Yifei nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, an attractive woman with auburn hair walked into the room. She clapped her hands and said, “Heavenly Cultivator Tang is a wise man. I like his idea, and so does Kunlun.”

“Red Sparrow?”

Chen Fan looked up with a warm smile.

The woman was Red Sparrow, one of Kunlun’s four mighty generals. Her appearance didn’t seem to age at all, but the alluring seductive charm was much more potent than before.

“Kunlun and Azure Dragon are thinking the same?” Chen Fan asked.

“Indeed. My master also recommended you to go into secluded cultivation for ten years before trying anything.” Red Sparrow nodded. Chu Minhui added, “Perfected Cultivator, we have learned that the eight Dark Races had formed an alliance. They demanded your surrender, or else they will slaughter the entire Chu Zhou City.”

“Let them try.”

Chen Fan was furious. A pulse of icy energy erupted from his body, reducing the temperature in the room by a dozen degrees.