Chapter 37: Ancient Owl Mountain, Twelve Protectors, the Feeling of Being a Genius?
Chen Chang’an has left the scene.
The platform where the Thunderfall Formation was set up has also been taken away by Chen Chang’an.
The onlookers in the ancient town can now see the appearance of the Thunderfall Formation.
What meets their eyes is an inn, now completely destroyed, turned into ruins shrouded in thunderous smoke.
On the ground, there is a charred giant pit, blasted by that thunderous strike!
This giant pit is so shocking that it even makes people involuntarily take a cold breath!
“The power is terrifying, it’s simply frightening!”
“The battle is over, I wonder who met a tragic end in the Thunderfall Formation just now.”
“The power unleashed by the Thunderfall Formation earlier was so terrifying. I felt my soul trembling with horror. This is the first time I’ve seen such a terrifying formation. It’s probably not just capable of killing Nascent Soul stage cultivators. I have a feeling that even Spirit Severing realm experts, if caught in the Thunderfall Formation like earlier, would certainly meet a dreadful fate!”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
They had this intuition.
They just didn’t know.
Who was the unfortunate soul that perished within the Thunderfall Formation?
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Chaotic Demon Sect.
The heavens and earth here are gloomy and dim, filled with surging demonic energy, billowing and overwhelming.
At this moment.
In a grand hall of the Chaotic Demon Sect, a furious roar resounded throughout heaven and earth.
“My son!!!”
The roar echoed out like raging waves in a stormy sea, spreading in a terrifying demonic aura, intimidating countless beings within tens of thousands of miles. It left them trembling in fear, bowing down on the ground, shivering uncontrollably.
In the palace.
A middle-aged man stood, dressed in black robes with white hair, his face sinister, and his anger raging. His eyes were incredibly fierce.
And right now, due to his anger, his entire face looked ferocious!
This man looks extremely similar to Gu Yuan in appearance, yet exudes an air of authority and arrogance.
He is none other than Gu Yuan’s father, the Sect Master of the Chaotic Demon Sect – Gu Xiaoshan!
“Where are the Twelve Protectors? Get over here to me!”
Gu Xiaoshan shouted loudly.
In the sect, twelve divine rainbows descended into the palace.
They transformed into twelve men, each dressed in black robes, tall or short, fat or thin, but all of them had sinister looks and menacing gazes, true malevolent figures of the demonic path!
They were seen kneeling on one knee and speaking in unison.
“We, the Twelve Protectors of the Chaotic Demon Sect, pay our respects to the Sect Master!”
Gu Xiaoshan’s face was incredibly grim, causing the Twelve Protectors to feel deeply oppressed and fearful. They lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.
In Gu Xiaoshan’s narrow and icy gaze, anger and killing intent filled his eyes as he spoke in a cold and stern voice.
“My son’s emblem shattered today, his soul returning to the netherworld. I want to know who exactly killed my son.”
“At any cost, find the culprit.”
“I will make them wish they were dead, forever damned to the underworld!”
“As you command!”
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Chen Chang’an had no idea that after he killed the Junior Sect Master Gu Yuan, along with the shattering of Gu Yuan’s emblem, his father, Gu Xiaoshan, came to know about it. He had even sent out the Twelve Protectors of the demonic sect to find the culprit!
At this moment.
He was riding his sword, heading towards the mountain where Feng Wanxi was sleeping drunkenly.
Now.
Chen Chang’an had eliminated a hidden trouble, Gu Yuan, for Feng Wanxi, and completed a system mission, receiving generous rewards.
This made Chen Chang’an’s mood quite good.
He didn’t expect so much to happen on this trip with his master.
What’s even more important was the abundant harvest!
However, Chen Chang’an couldn’t help but sigh.
“Gu Yuan had so many life-saving tricks up his sleeve and was so cautious. It’s fortunate that he was the master of the Thunderfall Formation and stayed inside it. Otherwise, even though I have [‘Mastery of Formations’], the ability to control the Thunderfall Formation, Gu Yuan’s carefulness would have prevented him from entering. It would have been even more difficult to kill him.”
“Truly worthy of being the Junior Sect Master of the demonic sect. Although I killed him, upon reflection, this mission wasn’t as simple as I had imagined. A slight mistake and he could have escaped.”
“Well… I wonder what the differences are among the disciples of other major sects, the sons and daughters of sacred grounds?”
Chen Chang’an was somewhat looking forward to it.
“By the way, the Immortal Life Sect currently only has the Holy Maiden born, and the Holy Son has yet to appear. Should I compete for the position of Holy Son in a while and give Master a reason to celebrate?”
In Chen Chang’an’s mind.
He chose to keep a low profile and lay low, but he didn’t plan to continue like this indefinitely.
It wouldn’t be long.
He should let his master, and the Immortal Life Sect, reevaluate him.
Having been a waste, keeping a low profile for three years.
Chen Chang’an was quite curious about how it would feel to be a genius.
Returning to the mountain where Feng Wanxi was located.
Feng Wanxi hadn’t woken up yet and was still sound asleep within the [Seven-Star Array Platform], drool even spilling from the corner of her mouth.
“Master’s sleeping posture… really ruins her image.”
Shaking his head, Chen Chang’an took out a tissue to wipe away the glistening drool from the corner of Feng Wanxi’s mouth.
“With Master’s strong physique, she should sleep off the alcohol for another day before waking up. I won’t wake her up now, let her continue sleeping.”
Chen Chang’an muttered to himself.
Then.
Chen Chang’an summoned the Gentle Sun Sword.
He put away the [Seven-Star Array Platform] and lifted the intoxicated and sleeping Feng Wanxi.
Surprisingly, Chen Chang’an found her light in his arms.
“Delicate and soft as a jade, why is Master so light?”
Although Master ate so much in a day, she felt surprisingly weightless in his arms.
“Master is probably keeping loneliness away with her eating.”
Shaking his head, Chen Chang’an leaped onto the Gentle Sun Sword.
Riding the sword, holding Feng Wanxi, he headed back towards the Immortal Life Sect.
