Wrath of the Immortal

"I'm fine, how about you?"

Xiao Chen looked at Wang Yuwei and spoke slowly.

His voice was not loud, but extremely vicissitudes, as if he had passed through a thousand years.

"I..."

Wang Yuwei's pretty face flushed, and her heartbeat accelerated, like a deer beating wildly.

She had a lot to say, but when it came to her lips, she didn't know how to start.

Although she became the leader of Qiyun Sect over the years, she was not happy.

Xiao Chen's figure appeared in her mind more than once, lingering.

Wang Yuwei realized that Xiao Chen had already lived in her heart, and there was no room for others.

Some people only know how to cherish after they lose them.

Wang Yuwei regretted it very much. Why did she cut off her relationship in order to improve her cultivation?

"Is Wang Shun okay?"

Xiao Chen saw Wang Yuwei's embarrassment and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Wang Shun's cultivation has broken through and has just reached the foundation-building stage. Your second uncle..."

When Wang Yuwei mentioned Xiao Chen's second uncle, her face became a little ugly, and she seemed to not know how to say it.

"What happened to my second uncle?"

Xiao Chen's face changed drastically, and he suddenly grabbed Wang Yuwei's hand and said nervously.

"Your second uncle is no longer alive... died naturally..."

Wang Yuwei was afraid that Xiao Chen would think too much, so she added another sentence after she finished speaking.

"How long have I been away from the Chinese continent?"

Xiao Chen was obviously stunned and asked hurriedly.

"At most, it has been nearly a hundred years."

Although Wang Yuwei couldn't figure out why Xiao Chen didn't know the time of his departure, she still answered truthfully.

"Nearly a hundred years?"

Xiao Chen took a breath, his eyes full of surprise.

How could he have thought that he had been away from the Chinese continent for so long?

On the Soul Continent, Xiao Chen had only spent about fifty years at most.

Where did the rest of the time go?

There is only one possibility.

The two transfers wasted a lot of time.

It can be seen that the distance between the Soul Continent and the Chinese Continent is very long, and the two transfers took fifty years.

If this is true, it doesn't seem right.

Does it really take more than 20 years to teleport?

Xiao Chen couldn't figure out what went wrong, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

The past was like smoke, and the bits and pieces of what happened in Qiyun Sect flashed through his mind quickly.

Wang Shun, Zhou Pengcheng, Wu Yunfei, Zhang Quan...

I don't know how those familiar people are doing now after all these years.

Although the life span of a cultivator is very long, it has a time limit.

A cultivator in the foundation building stage can live for up to 200 years.

The great elder Wu Yunfei, the former master Zhou Pengcheng, must have passed away.

Xiao Chen thought of Qin Muxue again, whether she was still alive, whether she had married.

Maybe they had missed each other.

After all, it's just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

Thinking about it, Xiao Chen felt helpless and sighed secretly.

"Xiao Chen, don't think too much. Second uncle is in heaven, and he doesn't want you to be like this."

Seeing that Xiao Chen was in a bad mood, Wang Yuwei mistakenly thought that he was remembering his second uncle, and hurriedly persuaded him.

"I'm fine!"

Xiao Chen waved his hand and gave Wang Yuwei a look that said don't worry.

He released his spiritual sense and instantly enveloped the vast Qiyun Mountains.

Originally, he wanted to see if his old acquaintances were on the mountain.

Unexpectedly, the result of his spiritual sense made him slightly stunned.

In the vast Qiyun Mountains, there were very few people and it was a desolate place.

All the familiar figures were gone, and there were only more than ten Qi Refining disciples left in the sect.

"Where is my master Zhou Pengcheng? Did he pass away?"

Xiao Chen's heart tightened, and his face was full of regret.

Back then, Xiao Chen betrayed the Qiyun Sect, and his master's attitude made him unforgivable.

Now, after experiencing so many things.

Suddenly I found that there is still a master in my hometown, which is good.

I wanted to see my master after I came back, but I didn't expect that my master was gone.

"Zhou Pengcheng is still alive, he went down the mountain to experience."

Wang Yuwei did not hide anything and told everything that happened recently.

She told Xiao Chen that Wang Shun, Zhang Quan, Wu Yunfei and others had all left Qiyun Sect.

Qiyun Patriarch and other Jindan-stage masters all died in order to defend Qiyun Sect.

"Did Xiong Zhan Kuang do it?"

Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold and he asked coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous aura emanated from his body.

"Xiao Chen, don't ask any more questions."

"Leave quickly! Leave this place."

"As long as you go to Qin, that bastard won't dare to do anything to you."

"..."

Wang Yuwei thought that Xiao Chen was only at the foundation-building stage and didn't want him to take risks, so she quickly persuaded him.

Her original intention was good, she wanted Xiao Chen to escape to Qin and come back for revenge after his cultivation level improved.

However, as soon as Wang Yuwei finished speaking, she saw Xiao Chen sneer.

"Xiong Zhan Kuang, you are so brave."

"It's time to settle the grudge of turning my mother's bones into ashes."

"When Xiao returns this time, the first person he will kill is you."

"..."

Xiao Chen raised his head and looked into the void, looking at the location of the Chu royal family.

His eyes were cold and ruthless, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years.

These words were extremely overbearing, as if he didn't take Xiong Zhan Kuang seriously.

"Xiao Chen, you..."

Wang Yuwei was stunned and stammered.

She really wanted to ask Xiao Chen, are you really at the foundation-building stage?

If so, why do you dare to speak arrogantly and want to kill the Nascent Soul Stage monks?

"Don't worry, killing a bear and a war madman is like killing a chicken..."

Xiao Chen signaled Wang Yuwei not to worry, and then walked straight to Meichong Village.

Meichong Village is not much different from a hundred years ago.

On the back hill outside the village, there are three tombs.

The ashes of my mother, second uncle, and second aunt are buried here.

"Mom, second uncle, second aunt, I'm here to see you..."

Xiao Chen knelt down facing his mother's grave and kowtowed three times.

Immediately afterwards, he held out the soul-nurturing flag and looked at his mother's remnant soul.

Xiao Chen firmly believed that although his mother's soul was incomplete, she could sense his current situation.

Thinking of his mother being beaten to ashes by Xiong Zhan Kuang a hundred years ago, the murderous intent in Xiao Chen's eyes skyrocketed.

Huge murderous aura was released from his body, and the surrounding vegetation withered instantly.

I don't know how long it took, but Xiao Chen got up and went to the nearby mountains to sit cross-legged and practice.

When his cultivation level recovers and he reaches the golden elixir stage again, it will be the time for him to go on a killing spree.

Three days later, Xiao Chen woke up from practice, with a flash of light in his eyes that disappeared in a flash.

His cultivation level recovered and he reached the early stage of Golden Elixir again.

Xiao Chen stood up, stepped forward, and walked away through the air.

The Great Chu State also has not changed much compared to the past.

Countless villages passed by underfoot, and in the blink of an eye, Xiao Chen was already a hundred miles away.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, and the flying figure suddenly stopped.

In a village not far away, an old man and a middle-aged man were bragging.

The old man blew it with gusto, attracting countless young people to surround them.

"I tell you, if you want to become an immortal, you must temper your mind."

"Only those with a firm mind can achieve the supreme path."

"I have a secret book of cultivating immortality here."

"As long as you read it day and night, you will become a powerful immortal sooner or later."

"..."

The old man waved his sleeves, and a strong wind blew around him, causing his robes to flutter.

Don't tell me, he looks like a master of Taoism and immortality now.

"If you want to become an immortal, you can buy a secret book for ten copper coins, and you will never be deceived."

"You can't buy it and suffer a loss, you can't buy it and you can't be fooled."

“There aren’t many secrets, so sell them on a first-come, first-served basis.”

"..."

The middle-aged man, holding a copper basin in his hand, quickly walked up to the young men and shouted loudly.