83: The world knows that the Holy Son has returned

On the nine dragon chariot, the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Wen Yan and the others tactfully stayed outside, leaving the private space to Jiang Chen and Nangong Mingyue.

Inside the spacious and luxurious carriage, sandalwood incense wafted.

Jiang Chen and Nangong Mingyue sat opposite each other.

Nangong Mingyue still had a stern expression, not saying a word.

Only occasionally, the gaze she cast towards Jiang Chen still carried a hint of undisguised resentment.

Jiang Chen was not in a hurry; while playing with Nangong Mingyue's jade fingers, he leisurely brewed himself a cup of tea.

The aroma of tea filled the air.

He pushed a freshly brewed cup of spiritual tea in front of Nangong Mingyue.

"Are you still angry about what happened earlier?"

Jiang Chen asked, knowing the answer.

Nangong Mingyue glanced at him, picked up the teacup, but did not drink, only gently caressing the warm cup with her fingers.

"I'm not."

She said indifferently.

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, "Then why have you been staring at me since just now?"

"I said, I'm not."

Nangong Mingyue's voice rose slightly.

"Your eyes tell me you're angry."

Jiang Chen put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and looked directly at her with his deep eyes.

"And very angry."

Being stared at like that, Nangong Mingyue felt her heart skip a beat.

She somewhat flusteredly averted her gaze and stubbornly said, "That's your illusion."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Chen suddenly smiled.

The next moment, he unexpectedly reached out, grabbed Nangong Mingyue's wrist, and pulled hard.

Nangong Mingyue was caught off guard, gasped, and fell into Jiang Chen's embrace.

"You... what are you doing!"

She was both startled and angry, pressing her hands against his chest, trying to struggle up.

However, Jiang Chen's arms firmly held her in his embrace, unable to move.

"Jiang Chen! Let me go!"

Nangong Mingyue was both shy and angry, her cheeks instantly flushed.

Jiang Chen lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, his warm breath fanning her face.

He looked at her eyes, which were sparkling with shame and anger, and his voice was low.

"You are my fiancée, my rightful woman."

"What's wrong with me hugging my own fiancée?"

"You..."

Nangong Mingyue was speechless, so angry at his domineering and shameless words that she couldn't speak.

"As for Yu Meier..."

Jiang Chen paused, looking at the slightly pouted red lips of the beauty in his arms, a smile flashing in his eyes.

"There's nothing between her and me."

"In my heart, no other woman in this world can compare to you."

These words were half-true, half-false.

But they were what Jiang Chen wanted to say most at that moment.

Nangong Mingyue's heart trembled violently upon hearing these words, which were almost a confession.

She looked up, staring blankly into Jiang Chen's deep eyes.

The strength of her struggle, unknowingly, diminished.

The resentment that had been bottled up in her heart inexplicably dissipated by more than half at this moment.

But she still insisted stubbornly.

"Who... who would believe your sweet talk?"

Her voice was gentle and delicate, without a trace of its usual coldness.

Jiang Chen chuckled softly.

He said nothing more, only held her tighter.

The carriage soon arrived at the Nangong Family's location.

Seeing Jiang Chen and Nangong Mingyue's intimate appearance, Nangong Zhuo, who had come to greet them, smiled from ear to ear.

The more he looked at Jiang Chen, his future son-in-law, the more satisfied he became.

As for the monstrous troubles Jiang Chen had caused in the God Burial Valley?

Did that even count as trouble?

If a young man wasn't spirited, would he still be called a young man?

What's more, behind him stood the Hongtian Holy Land.

The Tianyuan Divine Dynasty wanted to touch him?

They'd have to weigh whether they were worthy enough!

At parting, Nangong Mingyue ultimately couldn't put her mind at ease and said to Jiang Chen, "You killed Yuan Haotian; the Tianyuan Imperial Dynasty will certainly not let it go."

"You..."

"So what?"

Jiang Chen smiled, "If they don't know what's good for them, then let the Tianyuan Imperial Dynasty disappear."

Listening to his words, Nangong Mingyue looked at Jiang Chen's face, momentarily lost in thought.

Jiang Chen and Nangong Mingyue spent a tender moment together, made a promise to meet again, and then no longer lingered, returning directly to the Hongtian Holy Land... Just as the nine dragon chariot cut through the sky, rushing towards the Hongtian Holy Land.

Everything that had happened in the God Burial Valley spread like wildfire, at a terrifying speed, throughout the entire Eastern Region and even wider areas.

Eastern Region.

Inside a restaurant in a bustling ancient city.

"Have you heard? Something big happened in the God Burial Valley!"

"It's more than big! It's like the sky is about to fall!"

"Yuan Haotian, the Crown Prince of Tianyuan Divine Dynasty, was slaughtered by Jiang Chen, the Saint of Hongtian Holy Land, right in front of everyone!"

"What?!"

"How is this possible! Yuan Haotian possesses the True Dragon Body, has unparalleled combat strength, and even had a life-saving trump card bestowed by the Emperor of the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty!"

"A life-saving trump card is nothing! I heard the phantom of the Emperor of the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty even descended, but he was threatened by Jiang Chen to his face and scurried away without daring to utter a single word!"

"Hiss! Who is this Jiang Chen? How terrifying is he?"

"Terrifying? He has a Dao Integration Realm mighty protector behind him! With a single finger, he crushed four Ninth Realm Saints from the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty and the Myriad Demon Cave! Like killing chickens!"

As the news spread, the whole world was stunned!

Every Cultivator in the entire Eastern Barren Region who heard this news was utterly shocked.

Killing the Crown Prince of a Divine Dynasty!

Disregarding an Emperor Lord!

Casually obliterating Saints!

The name Jiang Chen, overnight, resounded throughout the entire Eastern Region!

He became a god-like existence in the hearts of countless young Cultivators.

And he became a taboo figure, spoken of with dread by countless Elder powerhouses.

Another few days passed.

When the iconic nine dragon chariot appeared outside the mountain gate, the entire Holy Land instantly erupted!

"It's the Saint! The Saint is back!"

"Oh my god! Am I seeing things? It's really His Highness the Saint!"

Countless Disciples rushed out of their Immortal Caves and soared into the sky.

They looked from afar at the dragon carriage radiating supreme majesty, their eyes filled with fanaticism and worship.

Now, Jiang Chen had been completely deified in the hearts of the younger generation of Disciples in the Hongtian Holy Land!

His actions during the Taiyin Ancient Tomb expedition had long since been relayed back to the Holy Land through various channels.

Overpowering all the Prodigies!

Seizing the chaos dao fruit!

Fighting alone against all for Fairy Nangong!

After exiting the Ancient Tomb, he even used swift and decisive methods to kill the Crown Prince of Tianyuan and annihilate four Saints!

"His Highness the Saint is mighty!"

"Our Hongtian Holy Land shall prosper greatly!"

Cheers like a mountain tsunami echoed through the clouds.

Wen Yan stood on the dragon carriage, listening to the cheers below, a wide smile on his face.

Xiao Tiandu, Song Ningxue, and Qing Linghe were also surging with emotion.

Jiang Chen's expression was calm; he nodded slightly towards the crowd below, then piloted the nine dragon chariot directly towards Holy Son Peak deep within the Holy Land.

As soon as he landed.

A majestic and familiar voice sounded in his mind.

"Chen'er, come to the main hall."

It was his father, Jiang Shengtian.

Jiang Chen's lips curved slightly; he was not surprised.

After saying a few words to Xiao Tiandu and the others, he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared from the spot.

The moment he stepped into the main hall, all eyes within the hall instantly focused on him.

Above the main hall, Holy Lord Jiang Shengtian sat in the main seat, his expression calm, showing no joy or anger.

Below, on both sides, all the Elders of the Holy Land were present.

The atmosphere was somewhat solemn.