Jiang Chen's heart panicked, and with a bang, he slammed the door shut. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Hu Liena had already come in from his balcony.
Their rooms were adjacent, and the balconies weren't far apart. Hu Liena easily leaped over.
"What? Are you that afraid of your senior sister?" Hu Liena pushed Jiang Chen onto the sofa, hands braced on either side of him, giving him a sofa pin-down.
"Weren't you so impressive in the arena earlier? You weren't even afraid of my illusion realm, how come you're like this now?"
Jiang Chen turned his head to the side, avoiding Hu Liena, who was practically pressing against him. After several years apart, Hu Liena's seductive aura had truly grown even stronger. With just a simple movement or a few words, she could maximize her charm to the fullest.
"You're not... impotent, are you?" Hu Liena extended her fair, slender finger, hooked Jiang Chen's chin, and turned his face back toward her.
"Ah! I can't take it anymore!" Jiang Chen cried out in agony.
Immediately after, Hu Liena fled in embarrassment from Jiang Chen's balcony, jumping back to her own room and burrowing into her blankets.
Her cheeks burned hot, her heart pounding wildly, she had actually seen Jiang Chen's reaction...
A moment later, she sat up and muttered to herself, "Wait, that's not right. I've charmed countless men before, and every single one reacted like that. It's not the first time I've seen it, so why am I scared? Could it be because he's my junior brother?"
"But at least it proves my charm works on him. Stinky brat, if you dare offend me again in the future, I'll torment you to death, hmph hmph..."
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It took Jiang Chen quite a while to finally suppress his arousal. He gave a wry smile. He never imagined Hu Liena would still be so unrestrained toward him. He was genuinely afraid that one day she might set herself on fire.
That night, he went to cultivate on the rooftop outside, and Hu Liena didn't come to disturb him again.
The next morning, Jiang Chen left his room and headed toward the place where he had first met Qian Renxue three years ago.
He hadn't seen Qian Renxue in three whole years, and he missed her terribly.
When he arrived at the vast training field, it was empty—there wasn't a single person inside.
This seemed to be Qian Renxue's private cultivation spot; even the servants didn't come here.
Thinking back to those few days spent with Qian Renxue here, a smile couldn't help but appear on Jiang Chen's lips. Those really were wonderful memories.
Although Qian Renxue had treated him like a little brother back then, he had never regarded Qian Renxue as a sister.
"In a few more years, when you see the handsome me appear before you, I wonder what your reaction will be?" Jiang Chen thought with some anticipation. He looked forward to growing up quickly. Once his strength was great enough, he would be able to go find Qian Renxue.
Lost in thought, he walked into the training field and began practicing his fist technique.
His Lightning Fist was now far more powerful than before. Each move and stance carried immense force, and the power of the electric arcs had also increased, easily capable of numbing others.
He discovered that these electric arcs came from the corpse core within his body. The heavenly lightning that had struck during his tribulation had ultimately been absorbed into the corpse core. Now, when released through the Lightning Fist, it caused him no harm whatsoever.
Zombies feared heavenly thunder, yet his corpse core could contain it, a bizarre situation he couldn't explain. In the end, he could only attribute it to that mysterious system. Perhaps this was related to the so-called super evolution.
As he practiced his fist technique, his thoughts drifted back three years to the scenes of him and Qian Renxue chasing and cultivating together here.
His speed gradually increased, as if Qian Renxue were still pursuing him from behind.
What Jiang Chen didn't know was that atop the more-than-ten-meter-high surrounding wall, an old man with white hair had long been sitting, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on him.
Watching Jiang Chen's continuous, unending fist technique, which seemed quite powerful, along with that strange movement skill, the old man found it simply unbelievable.
"This... this is a self-created soul skill!" The old man's heart shook with shock, nearly crying out loud.
A self-created soul skill, one created through personal comprehension, without relying on soul rings or soul bones, drawing solely on the soul power within the body to unleash terrifying power.
His gaze burned as he watched the youth cultivating in the training field. His heart surged with overwhelming waves. This child's self-created soul skill seemed filled with all sorts of inconceivable power in his eyes, utterly unheard of and unseen before.
With his extremely high cultivation realm, few in the present age could compare to him; he naturally sensed the profound mysteries within Jiang Chen's fist and movement techniques, yet he couldn't understand them at all.
Even the Disorderly Wind Hammer Technique of the Clear Sky Sect, he roughly grasped the principle behind it. But this youth's fist and movement techniques left him utterly baffled, itching with curiosity, desperate to uncover their secrets.
He had once been defeated by a powerhouse from the Clear Sky Sect, and the Disorderly Wind Hammer Technique had played no small part in that, leaving a deep impression that lingered to this day.
Just who was this genius youth?
How could he appear in his granddaughter's cultivation place?
Even with his level ninety-nine strength, he found it difficult to create a decent soul skill. How exactly had this youth managed it?
Unknowingly, the old man had developed a strong interest in Jiang Chen.
Finally, Jiang Chen finished one full set of the fist technique and stopped.
Clap, clap, clap...
A round of applause rang out. Jiang Chen abruptly raised his head and immediately saw the old man sitting atop the wall.
His pupils contracted sharply to pinpricks, his expression grave as wariness rose in his heart.
This old man was applauding, which meant he had been watching for some time, and he hadn't noticed at all!
Just who was this old man? Could he be one of those elders with special fetishes that Hu Liena had mentioned?
As Jiang Chen watched in shock and suspicion, the old man stood up. Without any visible movement, his body floated upward, as if unaffected by gravity, slowly drifting down toward Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen's heart jolted in shock, his body instinctively retreating. This old man's method truly frightened him.
Flying through the air, how high a cultivation level did one need to achieve that?
If this old man didn't possess a flight-type soul bone, then his cultivation must be extraordinarily terrifying.
"He must be one of the offerings from the Elder Hall," Jiang Chen concluded inwardly. Suddenly encountering such an old man, he couldn't help feeling a bit panicked, but thinking of his own identity, he calmed down somewhat.
The old man was tall and burly, with a full head of silver-white long hair. Though his face was aged, the wrinkles on it were surprisingly few.
After landing, he revealed a gentle smile and slowly walked toward Jiang Chen.
"Little brother, who are you? Why are you here?" he asked kindly.
Without thinking, Jiang Chen stated his identity. "I am the disciple of the Supreme Pontiff. I once met a friend here, and having not seen her for a long time and missing her, I came to take a look."
Intruding on someone else's place was somewhat unreasonable, so he simply mentioned his connection with Qian Renxue.
The moment he heard Jiang Chen was the Supreme Pontiff's disciple, the old man's expression soured slightly. But Jiang Chen's next words made his heart stir, and he couldn't help asking,
"You know Xue'er?"
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