47: The red thread ties the heart, the sword points to the moon

"Jiang... Saint..."

Su Qinger's voice, with her unique gentle and soft tone, pulled Jiang Chen's thoughts back from the departing flying boat.

He turned his head to look at the woman before him, whose temperament was like water.

Her face clearly showed a hint of worry and reluctance, and her limpid eyes were fixed on Jiang Chen, the emotions within them almost overflowing.

"Miss Su, are you also leaving?" Jiang Chen's tone returned to his usual gentleness.

"Mm."

Su Qinger nodded lightly, her voice somewhat low, "It has been some time since I left home. My elders are worried, so it's time for me to return."

She paused, then looked up, gathering her courage to meet Jiang Chen's eyes, and softly asked, "Will we... be able to meet again?"

As she asked this, two blushes appeared on her fair cheeks.

She knew her question was a bit abrupt, even inappropriate.

After all, he had a fiancée and had just, in front of everyone, flown into a rage for a beauty.

But she just couldn't help herself.

Her experiences during this period felt like a dream.

From her initial resentment and prejudice towards Jiang Chen, to later suspicion, then the heroic rescue at Tingxue Pavilion, and the scenes before Holy Son Peak... Jiang Chen's figure had long left an indelible mark on her heart.

Especially under the subtle influence of the red thread of fate, her feelings for Jiang Chen had long surpassed mere gratitude.

"Of course."

Jiang Chen smiled, his smile like a spring breeze, "There is no banquet that doesn't end, but those who are fated will eventually meet again."

He did not give a definite answer, speaking ambiguously.

These words left Su Qinger with a hint of disappointment, yet also a glimmer of hope.

Fated... were they fated?

Jiang Chen watched her anxious expression and chuckled inwardly.

Different women naturally required different approaches.

For an iceberg like Nangong Mingyue, he needed overbearing and forceful methods to slowly chip away at her exterior.

As for a gentle woman like Su Qinger, he needed to use the 'boiling a frog in warm water' method, keeping her at arm's length, allowing her to fall deeply and irrevocably in love.

"The Su Family is in the Northern Region, a long journey. Be careful on your way," Jiang Chen gently advised.

"Thank you for your concern, Saint. Qinger will remember."

Su Qinger bowed gracefully, gazing deeply at Jiang Chen as if to engrave his image in her heart, before turning and reluctantly departing with her Guardian.

After seeing off the two Daughters of Destiny, Jiang Chen stretched, feeling refreshed.

The leek had been harvested, the act had been put on, and the beauty's heart was in turmoil.

Perfect... After parting with Su Qinger, Jiang Chen did not return directly to his sleeping quarters. Instead, his figure flickered, and he flew towards the depths of the Holy Land.

Jiang Chen's figure landed on the peak.

Although Immortal Qi swirled here, it was not as grand as his Holy Son Peak. This was where the Seventh Ancestor resided.

"You've arrived?"

The Seventh Ancestor's voice rang out of thin air.

"Seventh Ancestor." Jiang Chen bowed in greeting.

"Come in."

The Seventh Ancestor was seated on one of the stone stools, holding a purple clay teapot, leisurely sipping tea.

Seeing Jiang Chen land, he merely lifted his eyelids and pointed to the stone stool opposite him.

"Sit."

Jiang Chen didn't stand on ceremony, walked over, and sat down.

The Seventh Ancestor lifted the teapot from a distance and poured a cup of tea into the stone cup in front of Jiang Chen.

The tea was emerald green, exuding a fragrant aroma. It seemed to contain some profound Dao principles; merely smelling it made one feel refreshed.

"Taste it. It's my own Enlightenment Tea," the Seventh Ancestor chuckled.

Jiang Chen picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

A warm energy flowed down his throat into his abdomen, instantly circulating through his limbs and bones, instantly restoring his recently depleted spiritual power to Perfection. Even his Divine Soul felt a sense of clarity.

"Good tea." Jiang Chen praised sincerely.

"Nonsense, how could something I personally grew be bad?"

The Seventh Ancestor proudly shook his head, "Do you know why I called you here?"

Jiang Chen put down the teacup, his expression becoming serious: "I guess it's about the Taiyin Ancient Tomb."

"Indeed." The Seventh Ancestor looked at Jiang Chen, "Last time, I got carried away and didn't have time to tell you in detail."

He put down the teapot and slowly said, "The Taiyin Ancient Tomb was left by a peerless expert from ancient times, known as the Taiyin Empress. That Empress was exceptionally talented and once suppressed an era with her own strength. However, later, for some unknown reason, she suddenly disappeared, leaving only this Ancient Tomb to be passed down through the ages."

"That Ancient Tomb only opens once every ten thousand years. It contains countless Opportunities, but also extreme dangers. Each time it opens, it attracts countless Prodigies and heroes to compete for its treasures."

Jiang Chen listened quietly.

The Seventh Ancestor paused, then continued, "You possess the Dao Yan Heavenly Demon Body, and that little girl from the Nangong Family, Nangong Mingyue, has the Profound Yin Sacred Body. Both of these Physiques are inextricably linked to the power of Yin and Yang. If the two of you can enter the Ancient Tomb together and support each other, you might gain unexpected benefits."

"Especially you, boy." The Seventh Ancestor's gaze deepened, "Your Dao Yan Heavenly Demon Body is overbearing, but your Yin and Yang are not yet harmonized. The Origin power within the Taiyin Ancient Tomb, and your little fiancée's Profound Yin Sacred Body, are both key to helping you balance the power within your body and truly perfect your Physique."

"I understand." Jiang Chen nodded.

What the Seventh Ancestor said was basically consistent with the information given by the System.

"Do you have confidence in this trip?" The Seventh Ancestor looked at him and asked.

A confident smile appeared on Jiang Chen's face: "Seventh Ancestor, don't worry. A mere Ancient Tomb won't stump me."

"Haha, good! You have my demeanor from back then!" The Seventh Ancestor laughed heartily in satisfaction, "However, you must also be careful. That boy from the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty suffered such a great loss today; he definitely won't let it go. He won't dare to act openly, but secretly tripping you up is inevitable."

"There are also some old geezers who live in seclusion; they might also be drawn out. In short, always be vigilant."

"This boy understands."

"Mm." The Seventh Ancestor nodded, fumbled in his embrace for a long time, and pulled out a dull, unremarkable jade pendant, which he tossed to Jiang Chen.

"Take this. At a critical moment, crush it, and it can block the full-strength attack of anyone below the eleventh realm."

Jiang Chen took the jade pendant; it felt warm in his hand, and he could feel the terrifying power contained within it.

This was a good item for preserving one's life.

"Thank you, Seventh Ancestor." Jiang Chen put away the jade pendant.

"Alright, stop bothering me here, scram quickly." The Seventh Ancestor impatiently waved his hand, "I'm going back to sleep."

Jiang Chen smiled, stood up, bowed respectfully to the Seventh Ancestor, then turned and left.

Watching Jiang Chen's disappearing back, the Seventh Ancestor's lazy and impatient expression completely vanished.

"This little fellow, I wonder if he will make this era lively..."