64: Wen Yan's mouth, the ghost that got beaten

Jiang Chen and his two companions transformed into three streaks of light, speeding towards the southeast.

After Wen Yan swallowed the Medicinal Pill Jiang Chen gave him and had a pure spiritual energy infused into him to protect his heart meridian, his complexion had already improved significantly.

The large collapsed hole in his chest was slowly recovering under the effect of the medicine, and his broken bones were reattaching themselves.

He leaned against the shield Yu Meier had conjured, looking half-dead, but his mouth wasn't idle.

“Ow… my back… my leg… my poor little heart…”

Wen Yan groaned, his peach blossom eyes darting back and forth between Jiang Chen and Yu Meier.

He had seen the great battle between Jiang Chen and Ao Ya clearly.

But what interested him more was the strange atmosphere between Jiang Chen and Yu Meier.

One was calm, not looking sideways.

The other was full of resentment, her pearly teeth lightly biting her lower lip, her enchanting eyes occasionally glaring at Jiang Chen's back.

At this sight, Wen Yan's mind immediately concocted a million-word story.

A heartless, unfaithful lover and a deeply resentful woman.

Abandonment, love, and hate intertwined.

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, and his gaze towards Jiang Chen instantly filled with admiration!

A Saint is indeed a Saint; even playing the game of abandonment is so fresh, refined, and stylish.

If it were him, facing such a beauty as the Joyful Union Sect Saintess, he would probably have been drained long ago; how could he maintain such a posture?

“Cough, cough.”

Wen Yan cleared his throat and, in the tone of an experienced man, earnestly said to Fairy Yu Meier:

“Fairy Yu, just let it go. There are plenty of fish in the sea; why cling to one flower?”

“How about me? Although I'm not as good as the Saint in a fight, when it comes to doting on someone, I'm a professional.”

Yu Meier was already fuming with nowhere to vent, and hearing Wen Yan's inappropriate teasing, her pretty face instantly darkened.

She turned her head and gave Wen Yan an incredibly gentle smile.

“Scram.”

Wen Yan felt a chill from her smile, but he still didn't give up, lowering his voice and slyly saying:

“Fairy, don't misunderstand; I just feel it's not worth it for you. Look at our Saint; he's clearly the type to pull up his pants and deny everything.”

“You're such a peerless beauty; why bother? If you ask me, men shouldn't be pampered; the more resentful you are, the more triumphant he gets. You should…”

Before he could finish speaking, a delicate foot, carrying a fragrant breeze, precisely landed on his face.

“Bang!”

Wen Yan was kicked flying, rolling several times on the ground, his slightly healed wounds almost tearing open again.

“Hiss… Fairy… What are you doing?!”

He covered his face and shouted.

Yu Meier retracted her foot, snorted coldly, and didn't even bother to look at him again.

The suffocating feeling in her chest, however, had dissipated quite a bit.

Jiang Chen, from beginning to end, didn't even turn his head. His Divine Sense had been locked onto the blue light dot on the System map, calculating the distance.

Just then, seven or eight figures suddenly rushed out of a valley not far ahead, blocking their path.

These people's cultivation levels varied, ranging from Sixth Realm Nascent Soul to Seventh Realm Soul Transformation. Their attire was diverse, indicating they had gathered temporarily.

Each of them looked hostile, their eyes greedy, staring intently at Jiang Chen.

Leading them was a burly man wielding a giant axe, a Cultivator in the Middle Stage of Soul Transformation, with a fierce aura.

He scrutinized Jiang Chen from head to toe and sternly shouted, “Are you Jiang Chen of Hongtian Holy Land?”

Jiang Chen paused, stopping in mid-air, looking at them with an indifferent expression, not even bothering to speak.

Seeing his lack of response, the burly man assumed he was guilty and became even more arrogant.

“Kid, stop pretending! We've already received news that you stole three chaos dao fruits and injured His Highness, the Crown Prince of the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty! If you know what's good for you, hand over the items, and we might spare your life!”

“That's right! Hand over the chaos dao fruits!”

“And the Quasi-Emperor Cultivation Technique! We heard you also obtained an Emperor Weapon; hand that over too!”

The others also became agitated, their eyes gleaming.

The news spread by Yuan Haotian had been embellished repeatedly, becoming unrecognizable, and its allure had grown exponentially.

Under a heavy reward, there are always brave men.

Wen Yan, who had climbed up from the ground, saw this scene and immediately chuckled.

He patted the dust off his clothes, leaned close to Yu Meier, and whispered, “Tsk tsk, these fools are truly lighting a lamp in a latrine, looking for death.”

“Daring to snatch the Saint's belongings, they must be tired of living, right?”

Yu Meier said nothing, merely crossing her arms and watching quietly.

Jiang Chen finally reacted. He raised his eyelids, “chaos dao fruits?”

“Who told you?”

The axe-wielding strongman grew more excited when he admitted it: “Don't care who said it! Hand over the items quickly! Otherwise, today will be your death day!”

“Oh?” Jiang Chen's voice was very light.

“Just you?”

“You have offended His Highness, the Crown Prince; there is no place for you in the entire Ancient Tomb!” the strongman roared.

“Yuan Haotian?”

Jiang Chen's smile grew wider, “Yuan Haotian almost died at my hands; do you think you are tougher than him?”

The moment his voice fell, Jiang Chen moved.

No one saw his movements; his figure vanished from where he stood and reappeared simultaneously in front of the axe-wielding strongman.

The strongman's pupils suddenly contracted, and alarm bells rang in his heart. Just as he was about to raise his giant axe to block, a fair, slender hand lightly pressed on his crown.

The expression on the strongman's face froze; the fear and greed in his eyes were fixed at that moment.

The next second.

“Poof.”

The burly body of the axe-wielding strongman instantly turned into a handful of flying ash from head to toe, which, blown by the wind, dissipated into the air.

The surrounding clamor ceased abruptly.

That was a Seventh Realm Soul Transformation Middle Stage Cultivator! Just like that… gone?

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand and said faintly, “Now, who else wants chaos dao fruits?”

“Thud!”

One Cultivator, unable to bear the immense fear, his legs gave way, and he directly knelt down, “Holy Son Jiang, spare our lives! We… we were blinded by greed! We won't dare again!”

Where there was one, there was a second.

The remaining people threw down their weapons and knelt, begging for mercy.

“Spare us!”

“We also listened to slander!”

Jiang Chen looked at them, his face expressionless, and merely shook his head gently.

He flicked his finger.

The bodies of the kneeling Cultivators stiffened abruptly, and a faint bloodline appeared on their foreheads.

Their eyes quickly dimmed, their life force extinguished, and they fell straight down.

From beginning to end, Jiang Chen made no extra movements, effortlessly eliminating a group of Cultivators with a flick of his hand.

Wen Yan watched from the side, utterly dumbfounded.

A glimmer of surprise also flashed in Yu Meier's beautiful eyes.

After doing all this, Jiang Chen turned to the two and said, “Let's go.”

The three continued on their journey, and with the previous lesson, the path became much quieter.

Although many eyes still secretly spied on them, no one dared to jump out and seek death anymore.

After flying for about another half an hour, a series of violent energy fluctuations suddenly came from a valley not far ahead, mixed with a clear sword hum and eerie demonic roars.

“Oh? Someone's fighting ahead, and the commotion isn't small.”

Wen Yan craned his neck, curiously looking around.

Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed.

“Let's go, let's watch the fun.”