Chapter 840: Don't Come Over Here
Xiao Fan stumbled through the jagged, unforgiving terrain of the Qinling Mountains. His clothes were torn to rags, his face smeared with dirt and dried blood. Every trace of the lazy, frivolous demeanor he once carried as the Super Soldier King had been violently stripped away, leaving only the shattered remnants of a deeply arrogant man.
Though he had previously retired to the Secular World to work as a humble deliveryman, he had always maintained a quiet, supreme pride in his heart, merely playing the role of a hidden dragon among mortals.
Now, he was nothing more than a stray dog.
After Shen An had deliberately let him go, Xiao Fan fled into the night, terrified that the predator would suddenly change his mind.
However, the dense mountain forests that used to feel like flat ground to his trained body were now a living hell. His dantian had been ruthlessly crippled. His cultivation was entirely gone. Worst of all, he had been permanently castrated by Liu Ruyan.
In a full day and night of agonizing travel, Xiao Fan had only managed to cover twenty miles. He was forced to stop constantly, hiding in the brush to avoid the ordinary wild beasts that roamed the peaks.
If he were still the Heavenly Soldier King, he would have crossed two or three hundred miles by now and left the Qinling Mountains far behind.
A deafening roar suddenly tore through the forest.
The tiger's cry rattled the leaves, sending flocks of birds and small game scattering in a panic. Xiao Fan's pale face drained of its remaining color. He scrambled desperately up the rough bark of a nearby tree, his uncalloused hands scraping and bleeding against the wood.
He slumped against a thick branch, his chest heaving as he finally let out a ragged breath.
Looking down at the massive, striped tiger prowling past the base of the tree, Xiao Fan's eyes burned with intense unwillingness.
It was just a mere beast. If he still possessed even a fraction of his former strength, he could have crushed its skull with a casual flick of his finger.
But now, he was so utterly powerless that he had to frantically climb a tree just to survive.
'Shen An... Liu Ruyan...'Muttering those two names through cracked lips, Xiao Fan's eyes filled with a venomous, suffocating resentment.'Shen An, do you really think that just because you let me live, I won't come back for your head? The blood debt of my master, the destruction of my cultivation, and what that bitch Ruyan did to my body... I will make you pay for all of it!''Even if I have to crawl back from hell as a vengeful spirit, I will never let you go.'Xiao Fan ground his teeth together until his gums bled. Even though Shen An had proven to be an unshakeable, towering mountain—a monster capable of instantly killing his master, Xiao Qingtian—Xiao Fan refused to succumb to total despair.'There has to be a Spirit Medicine somewhere in this vast world capable of repairing a shattered dantian. I, Xiao Fan, will never give up.'The greatest defining trait of a Child of Destiny was their nature as an unkillable cockroach, stubbornly clinging to life against impossible odds. Despite suffering the ultimate series of setbacks—the death of his master, the loss of his martial power, and the brutal severing of his manhood—Xiao Fan's will to fight remained intact.'Hmph, he still thinks he has the right to take revenge on the Young Master?' A cold sneer echoed in the mind of a figure concealed in the nearby shadows.
Naturally, Shen An was far too calculating to allow a Child of Destiny like Xiao Fan to run out of control.
In addition to planting a Super-Nanometer Monitoring Robot on the crippled protagonist to track his every breath, Shen An had specifically dispatched a martial Grandmaster to "personally serve" him from the shadows, orchestrating his suffering to perfection.
Until Shen An returned to Hangzhou to claim Xia Mengmeng, Xiao Fan would not be allowed a single moment of peace.
Right on cue, a group of wealthy, arrogant second-generation youths—all of whom had previously been humiliated and beaten by Xiao Fan during his prime—happened to be hiking through this exact sector of the Qinling Mountains for a tourism trip. They pushed through the brush and stopped, staring in sheer disbelief at the ragged, pathetic man clinging to the tree above them.
"Don't... don't come over here..."
Looking down at the vindictive heirs he had once treated like stepping stones, Xiao Fan's expression twisted in absolute horror.
He had dragged his broken body through the wilderness just to escape, only to fall directly into a den of hungry wolves.
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Xiao Fan, has suffered a mental breakdown. Plundered +23,333 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! The Child of Destiny, Xiao Fan, has suffered a major setback. Plundered +9,999 Destiny Points!]
"I finally found the Yin-Yang Stone."
Chen Yuhua gazed down at the heavy, pitch-black stone resting in her palm. A faint, beautiful curve appeared on her cold, jade-like face, briefly thawing her usually indifferent expression.
With this Yin-Yang Stone in her possession, she finally had the core material required to refine a specialized array flag. It would allow her to disrupt the flow of Yin and Yang, perfectly countering the Yin Wind Spirit Devouring Array guarding Baiwu Valley.
Her heightened senses had already confirmed that Baiwu Valley was a supreme spiritual land. Its natural energy had been artificially locked down by ancient spirit gathering arrays and defensive formations, guaranteeing a massive hoard of precious resources hidden within.
In her past life, Chen Yuhua had been a supreme Mahayana Heavenly Venerate. She possessed no cultivation bottlenecks whatsoever. As long as she acquired sufficient resources, her power could ascend straight to the heavens in a single bound.
The Secular World, with its agonizingly thin spiritual energy and barren lands, was the only thing chaining down her progression speed.
If she had been born in a proper realm, she would not have spent an entire year stuck at the twelfth layer of the Qi Refining realm. She would have easily condensed her Golden Core and formed her Nascent Soul by now.
'Once I secure enough resources from the valley, I can finally lead Guannan onto the immortal path.'
Chen Yuhua calculated silently, her thoughts drifting to her closest friend, Yu Guannan.
She could sense that Guannan was currently practicing a martial arts-based cultivation method, placing one foot firmly on the bridge to immortality. The energy signature shared the exact same origin as Shen An's power.
This was the primary reason Chen Yuhua had never intervened, despite knowing Shen An was a notorious playboy. Not only was Guannan a willing participant in the relationship, but Shen An genuinely treated her well.
'Since Shen An takes good care of Guannan, I suppose I can spare some resources for him to cultivate and achieve longevity. It would be a pity for him to turn into a handful of dust a century from now and leave her alone.'As she finalized her plans, Chen Yuhua suddenly tilted her head, her sharp phoenix eyes narrowing as she looked up at the sky.'The full moon arrives in exactly two days. I must break through to the Foundation Establishment realm before then. Otherwise, things will become extremely troublesome.'
Her reincarnated vessel in this life possessed one of the ten peerless physiques of the immortal path: the Taiyin Ice Soul Divine Body.
The upper limit of this physique was terrifyingly high, granting absolute invincibility among peers. A fully matured Mahayana Taiyin Ice Soul Divine Body could freeze a descending True Immortal without ever needing to lay down a single array.
However, the physique was virtually a myth in the cultivation world because its hosts almost always died young immediately upon awakening.
Once the physique activated, it unleashed a catastrophic wave of Ice Soul Cold Force that would freeze the host's soul from the inside out. Because there were zero warning signs before the awakening—manifesting only as peerless natural beauty, flawless snow-white skin, and ice-jade bones—it was impossible to prevent.
Chen Yuhua had awakened her past life memories exactly one year ago, triggering the awakening of the Taiyin Ice Soul Divine Body at the exact same moment. Had she not been a reincarnated Heavenly Venerate armed with supreme soul-protecting techniques, she would have frozen to death on the spot.
Even with her vast experience, enduring the agonizing backlash of the Ice Soul Cold Force on the fifteenth day of every full moon was pushing her to her limits.
The only way to permanently suppress the backlash was to possess a deeply deep cultivation base.
The alternative was to seek out a male cultivator brimming with pure yang energy to assist her through dual cultivation.
Chen Yuhua had absolutely zero intention of finding a Dao Companion. She was a Heavenly Venerate; she would rely on her own strength to force a breakthrough.
Over the past year, she had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, enduring endless disappointment until she finally found this glimmer of hope hidden within Baiwu Valley.
"It will only take me half an hour to successfully refine the array flag. After that, we return to Baiwu Valley and shatter their array," Chen Yuhua said, glancing back at Lin Qingqing with a faint, confident smile playing at the corner of her lips.
Deep inside Baiwu Valley, the harvest was complete.
Every single stalk of spiritual medicine had been carefully uprooted and safely stored within a spatial ring.
Throughout the entire process, the relaxed, satisfied smile never left Shen An's handsome face.
Zhong Lingyin, Liu Ruyan, and Murong Jieyu stood faithfully by his side. Although the three women lacked the cultivation knowledge to understand the exact astronomical value of the herbs they had just gathered, seeing Shen An this pleased was enough to make them smile sweetly in return.
"Brother Shen, this trip to the Qinling Mountains was truly worthwhile. The harvest is just too incredible," Zhong Lingyin said softly, her eyes curving into crescents. It was rare to see him look so genuinely delighted.
"Indeed. Just these ten acres of spiritual herbs alone make the entire journey a massive success," Shen An replied, his voice smooth and measured. "But the real prize is still waiting."
He slowly lifted his gaze, looking past the harvested fields toward the deepest central sector of Baiwu Valley. Standing quietly in the mist was an ancient, weathered pavilion.
The casual smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a sharp, predatory calm. His eyes narrowed.
Shen An possessed Divine-grade Perception. Beneath the quiet exterior of that ancient structure, he could feel the heavy, suffocating pulse of extreme danger. Something was breathing inside.
He had sensed the subtle disturbances the entire time he was harvesting the fields.
He wasn't the slightest bit afraid. Shen An stepped forward, his lips curling into a cold, amused smirk as he projected his voice toward the depths of the pavilion.
"I've already stripped your front yard bare. Are you going to come out and greet your guest, or do you want me to come in there and drag you out myself?"
The blood drained from the faces of Liu Ruyan, Zhong Lingyin, and Murong Jieyu. They froze in place, staring at the dark structure in sheer disbelief.
There was actually someone living inside this valley that had been completely sealed off from the world for a thousand years?
The next moment...
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