Chapter 1040: 415: Evil Thought Ghost Puppet!
Busy streets worship True Immortal (Request for monthly tickets)_3 Chapter 1040: 415: Evil Thought Ghost Puppet!
Busy streets worship True Immortal (Request for monthly tickets)_3 Many of them had been silent figures in the Jianghu for decades, while others were recent cultivators who had achieved Innate status in recent years.
Among these experts, each proud and haughty with formidable strength, conflicts between the older generation and the new crop of talents were inevitable.
Nevertheless, they all had status and had weathered great storms, so even if there were conflicts, they mostly stopped once a point had been made.
After gauging each other’s depths, a few harsh words would be exchanged, and then acquaintance was acknowledged.
Before seeing True Immortal Chen, no one truly wanted to fight to the death with a fellow Innate cultivator of the same realm.
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Even those with old grudges tried to restrain themselves, preferring to set aside personal enmities in favor of the chance at Immortal fate.
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In the Chen Residence, the courtyard with its little bridge remained, and the stream flowed as ever.
Contrary to the bustling noise outside the residence, the inside was exceptionally quiet.
Chen Jing entered the main house, where the furnishings were exquisite.
Each table, each chair was crafted with precision, and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls, along with the wood carvings and porcelain on the shelves, were all cherished treasures once favored by Chen Dengming.
Chen Jing approached Chen Dengming, who was personally wiping each old object in the house, and said.
“Dad, quite a lot of people have come this time.
I heard from Black Uncle that there might be dozens of ants arriving, but I could only sense a dozen or so people.
Black Uncle is really impressive.”
“Ants?”
Chen Dengming gave Chen Jing a sidelong glance and shook his head with a smile, “Although the metaphor is not wrong, it’s ultimately too disrespectful to one’s character, Jing’er.
It’s good that you don’t agree with Black Uncle’s words.
Because if we’re speaking of strength, he’s insulting you along with them.”
In the courtyard, the Black Cloud Leopard, huge as a small mountain, was boredly watching the goldfish in the pond, when it suddenly pricked its ears, hearing the sound of Chen Dengming lecturing Chen Jing from inside the house, and snorted disdainfully.
In the world of Demonic Beasts, it was the law of the jungle, where strength was revered, the benchmark by which life was judged.
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To the Black Cloud Leopard, Innate martial artists were indeed no different than ants.
As it snorted, it inadvertently released an Evil Qi that carried the oppressiveness of a False Core great beast.
Immediately, the bustling streets outside the Chen Mansion fell silent as a terrifying and oppressive aura emanated from within the residence.
Each of the Innate experts who had come from the Four Oceans couldn’t help but feel alarms blaring in their minds, with goosebumps rising as they sensed a dominantly formidable presence, like a mountain.
Even a slight leak of this presence felt as if it could crush them to death.
The intimidating aura arrived quickly and disappeared just as fast.
The numerous Innate martial artists breathed a sigh of relief, their faces pale, their eyes filled with shock and fear.
“Was that just now…
the aura released by True Immortal Chen?
Terrifying.”
“I almost suffocated just now.
Merely the aura from so far away left me weak in the knees.
If he were to strike at me, I probably would have collapsed on the ground before he even made a move, True Immortals are truly frightening.”
“The stronger True Immortal Chen is, the better.
With his protection, we won’t face much danger upon entering the Cultivation World…”
The various Innate experts communicated secretly with each other, deeply shaken.
“Nanxun Blade King…
Chen Dengming…
Grand Preceptor Chen…
the eighth rank in Innate!”
In some inns and taverns, a few old monsters from Chen Dengming’s era mused over these titles, their murky, aged eyes flashing with confusion and complexity.
Back in the day, they were Chen Dengming’s juniors, almost all of whom had grown up listening to these illustrious names.
So many years had passed since then, and if it weren’t for all sorts of methods to cling to life desperately, they would have long departed this world, yet True Immortal Chen still dominated the heavens and earth.
A mere whiff of his aura oppressed everyone.
“The arrival of His Highness the Sixteenth Prince, His Highness the Nineteenth Prince, Her Highness the Seventh Princess, and Her Highness the Eleventh Princess!!”
At that moment, a voice akin to a rooster’s crow carried from the direction of the city gate.
The expressions of the various Innate experts varied, but most of them showed little reverence as they turned to look at the royal procession rushing toward the city gate.
They revered the True Immortal on account of his terrifying strength.
Compared to a True Immortal, what was the royal family?
If one had the power, even the emperor might take his turn at falling from grace.
However, as the Innate experts were openly observing the royal procession without any qualms.
The procession abruptly halted fifty paces from the Chen Residence’s gate, not just the sedan chairs, but also the leading horses came to a sudden stop, and the others followed suit in a perfectly coordinated manner as if linked by spirit.
The experts sensed that the Qi they probed with, as well as their gazes, were being blocked and drawn away by a horrifyingly powerful force.
“What?
Does the royal family have such a great expert?”
A renowned ancient figure, titled as the sixth Innate, whispered in surprise.
“This Cultivation Technique…”
“Could it be?”
In the inns and taverns, a few of the older figures were suddenly terrified, their pupils constricted, as they stared intently at one of the sedan chairs in the procession, their eyes filled with questions and doubts.
“Could it be that old eunuch of the past?”
“Impossible!
Perhaps it’s his descendant?
If it were really him, wouldn’t that mean he has lived nearly a hundred and sixty or a hundred and seventy years, almost two centuries?
How could a mere mortal live so long?”
“Huh?”
Inside the Chen Residence, Chen Dengming also abruptly revealed a look of surprise and involuntarily put down the half-wiped wood carving in his hand.
After so many years, he had actually sensed the Qi of a contemporary from his own era.
This was simply unthinkable…
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