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Chapter 63 57 Where Did the Good Fortune Go?!
Chapter 63 57 Where Did the Good Fortune Go?!
Two months later, Wuliang Mountain.
At this time, it was November and winter was approaching, bringing along strong and cold mountain winds.
Especially at night, the icy mountain winds would carry frost debris from deep within the Wuliang Mountain, blowing it all around.
Not to mention ordinary people without cultivation, even those protected by True Yuan would feel the cold piercing into their bones if they stood in the mountain wind for a long time.
"Four thousand five hundred twelve, four thousand five hundred thirteen..."
The cold full moon cast silver radiance, shining upon the figure of Chen Yuan.
Compared to when he joined Wuliang Mountain, his previously thin frame had become much stronger, and his stature had also grown by half a foot.
Though his face still held youthful tenderness, his expression had become more serene and even aloof.
In the past few months, enduring the brutal training arranged by Yan Hai every day not only enhanced his Martial Arts Cultivation greatly, but also toughened his mental resilience.
Although sometimes he would reminisce about the days in the Capital City, and think of Zhou Wanyi and Chen Yi, more often than not, he didn't even have the time to reflect.
That night, after he passed the assessment, Yan Hai had packed his daily schedule tightly.
Apart from limited time for eating and sleeping, he would either be practicing basic sword techniques or strengthening his physique and improving his cultivation.
Moreover, the intervals between each session would never exceed the duration of half an incense stick.
Under such intense training, he had to use his limited time to rest as much as possible, even forcing himself to rest.
Otherwise, notwithstanding the medicated baths to toughen his physique and elixirs to heal his injuries, he would still struggle to bear such pressure.
Nevertheless, in Yan Hai's eyes, this was still not enough!
"Haven't you eaten? You can't even hold the sword steady, do you want to be killed in battle?!"
While watching Chen Yuan train, Yan Hai taunted, "You can't even master such a simple sword technique, how can you talk about inheriting the legacy of my Absolute Blade?"
"Focus more, remember, all sword techniques stem from the basics, from your body's instincts!"
"If you can't kill, there are no other reasons, only that your cultivation and sword technique are not up to par!"
"Instinct, instinct, only when every strike you deal gathers strength without scattering will you have entered the gates of the Sword Dao!"
"If you can't even enter the gates of Sword Dao, forget about seeing the ultimate techniques of the Absolute Blade in this lifetime!"
Yan Hai leaned against a tree, chiding Chen Yuan, occasionally pulling a wine gourd from his waist and taking a swig to dispel the cold from his body.
Regardless of how cold the mountain wind was, even if it was frosty enough to lacerate Chen Yuan's body, he would not pass the wine gourd to him.
Before long, Chen Yuan completed his basic sword technique training and earned half an incense stick's time for rest.
But he dared not stop, he could only drag his tired, chilly body to a wind-sheltered spot and continue to move about.
This way he could prevent his body from being frozen stiff by the mountain wind.
"After your break, continue to climb the mountain, if you dare slack off, I'll slaughter you!"
At this moment, Yan Hai frowned as he glanced towards a distant mountain peak, coldly dropping a line before turning away, leaving Chen Yuan who dared not talk back, trying to retain his body's warmth.
Soon, he arrived at the opposite mountain peak, looking at Chen Ke who seemingly treated Wuliang Mountain like his own home, and frowned saying:
"How long exactly do you plan to stay here?"
Chen Ke turned back to glance at him, then looked towards Chen Yuan at the distant mountain peak and calmly said: "Until the old master grows impatient."
"The old Marquis has grown impatient long ago, haven't you? Don't think I don't know, you received five confidential letters recently."
"You surely observe meticulously. Tell me, how many of these letters are from the old master?"
A fierce glint flashed across Yan Hai's eyes, "Chen Ke, do not overstep. I'm not one of your subordinates!"
"This is not Duke Jingye Mansion; this is Wuliang Mountain!"
"Getting anxious, aren't you?"
Chen Ke rarely cracked a joke, pulling out two specially reserved confidential letters and handed them over.
"Since you're curious, look at them."
"Huh?" Yan Hai blinked, quickly taking the letters and snorted: "I want to see what's written on them."
As he opened and glanced at them, his eyebrows gently knitted, and skeptically questioned the old housekeeper:
"The Chen Yi mentioned here, is it the person I know?"
"He's the only one," Chen Ke chuckled: "Two months ago, he joined the Grand Void Sect, his cultivation surged to the eighth grade of Nayuan Realm, and he even reached the Small Success Realm in Sword Dao."
"Upon knowing, the old master sent three letters in succession urging my return. Do you know why I don't want to go back?"
Yan Hai raised the second letter in his hand, frowning: "Is it related to this?"
"To some extent," nodded Chen Ke: "He wants me to personally visit Grand Void Sect and kill Chen Yi."
"I don't want to."
"But my reluctance to return to Capital City stems from another matter I wish even less to undertake—he wants to kill Chen Fan!"
"But I know..."
Pausing momentarily, Chen Ke's eyes, slightly cloudy with age, reflected the small figure in the distance.
"Even if I don't return, the old master will still proceed."
"So, I should leave."
Yan Hai's eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he crushed the letters in his hand, throwing them into the mountain wind.
"You're not suggesting that I accompany you there, are you?" he asked.
Chen Ke smiled faintly: "Of course not, I just want you to take good care of him."
Yan Hai knew who he was referring to and snorted: "That's my disciple; you don't need to worry about it."
"Think about what you'll face from the old Marquis's wrath when you go back!"
Wrath, huh...
Reflecting on several months ago when he personally pushed Chen Yuan into an abyss, and recalling the determined young miss who sought the old master that night, Chen Ke sighed.
After a while, he turned to face Yan Hai, who had one leg crippled, asking: "I heard you have a feud with Li Qingzhou?"
Yan Hai's eyes twitched, and his face instantly turned ashen, articulating word by word: "What are you asking."
"If Yuan Er completes his training and descends the mountain later, remember to let him kill Li Qingzhou's disciple."
With that, Chen Ke gently walked away, vanishing into the depths of the night.
Yan Hai's expression faltered, his eyes becoming fiercely ominous.
"My disciple's actions are not for you to instruct!"
"And about Li Qingzhou's disciple, he..."
Words on the tip of his tongue, Yan Hai paused, recalling the content of the recently read letters.
Chen Yi, Chen Yuan's second younger brother is Li Qingzhou's disciple, meaning...
"Hahaha... Chen Ke, oh Chen Ke, worthy of being called Blood Slaughter!"
"This matter, I agree!"
Ruthless and unsparing, taking the Absolute Blade from a brother, what could be better!