sjar Chapter 145 Goodbye
Chapter 145 Goodbye
Seeing Cui Ziliu's slightly smug expression, Meng Huan sneered inwardly. He couldn't help but think about the relationship between him and Qu Ze more carefully.
The place where they were temporarily staying was not far from Il-ho Sect. Choi Ja-ryu traveled at full speed and it would only take him an hour.
Before meeting Chen An, he sealed Meng Huan's meridians and threw him into a cave less than three square meters in size.
They used blood as a seal and left marks around the cave before they felt safe to go there.
Chen An's cultivation level was different from before, and he noticed it early on. It should have been annoying, but Chen An couldn't get angry at all. He always felt that he could bring good news.
On the mountaintop, the warm sunlight bathed the earth, turning the grass and trees golden.
Chen An's hair was pulled up high, and the ends of her hair danced in the warm breeze.
She sat calmly on a wicker bench, gazing quietly into the distance.
Cui Ziliu lagged behind Chen An, a smug smile playing on his lips.
He slowly stepped forward, walked to Chen An's right front, and bowed, saying, "Sect Master, you've been waiting for me."
A frivolous manner is always annoying. Looking into those amorous eyes, Chen An didn't want to say another word.
In the instant their eyes met, Chen An had already used his mind-reading ability to see through his intentions.
"That's really good news."
"..." He felt the coldness in Chen An's eyes, and tried to reply while maintaining his unease, but before he could utter a single word, his vision went black and he fainted.
Chen An beckoned with his finger, summoning eight black iron-armored men: "Find Hua Yuan and tell him that I have found him. Come back soon; he has had a hard time these past few days."
"I'm going out for a bit. Tell Chen Mingde to keep a close eye on the surroundings. If anything happens, contact Hua Qi immediately."
"go."
As soon as the words were spoken, the eight people in front of them set off immediately.
Chen An stretched, got up and kicked Cui Ziliu's back. After confirming that the thing was completely dizzy, he liked solid mental energy even more.
Fu Gui appeared out of nowhere, jumped onto Chen An's shoulder, and solemnly said, "Let's go."
"Let's go." Chen An bumped his head against Fu Gui, put away his ebony sword, jumped onto the tank, and sped off towards the place Cui Ziliu had in mind.
Half an hour later, the tank landed in a patch of weeds as tall as a person.
This place is indeed quite secluded. If Chen An hadn't been able to read minds and seen the way Cui Ziliu came and went, it would have taken a lot of effort to find it.
Pushing aside the weeds in front of me, I walked twenty meters, and an oval-shaped opening appeared before me.
The entrance to the cave was covered in blackened blood, and the power gathered within the blood was enough to cause the cave to collapse.
"Leave it to me." The tank said gruffly, then retreated dozens of meters, growing as big as the mountain in front of it. It flapped its wings and rose into the sky, circling low for a few moments before using its wings to cut off most of the mountain.
Seeing Fu Gui's performance, Chen An began to plan the cleansing and marrow-refining process in his heart. Fu Gui was definitely unwilling, but there were many people in the sect who wanted to become stronger. Moreover, using the tornado to divide time would not cause any loss to himself except for consuming some energy.
Using this as a reward can not only motivate disciples to cultivate, but also quickly improve everyone's strength, which is a win-win situation.
As the dust settled, the tank shrank and lay prostrate at Chen An's feet, looking obsequious, its eyes occasionally glancing at Fu Gui.
"Impressive, impressive." Chen An squatted down and patted Tank's head, suppressing his laughter.
Fugui could not tolerate such provocation. It had been the tank's big brother from the beginning, but this guy was ungrateful and dared to take credit for such a small matter and even provoke it. It was truly an unforgivable crime.
Tank's round eyes darted around, then it moved to the other side of Chen An, covering its eyes with its short forelimbs and pretending nothing had happened.
Fugui circled the tank left and right, and after confirming that the other party had backed down, he jumped onto its head, tilted his head back to expose his belly, and began to rest peacefully.
Watching the two spirit beasts playfully fight, Chen An recalled his days at Mingsan Peak.
Although Tank looks honest and simple, it's quite cunning. Just look at how it pestered Chen An and insisted on following her to the sect, where it lived a carefree and happy life. It's clear that Tank isn't stupid.
It's just that they've been suppressed by Fugui for so long that they've gotten used to such a miserable life.
After all, all the cunning and scheming are worthless in the face of strength.
Chen An smiled and turned around, placing his palm less than half a foot away from the barrier, and gradually enveloping the barrier with the spiritual power flowing from his palm.
The moment she opened her eyes, the barrier shattered, triggering a violent explosion that caused rocks to tip over.
The solidified spiritual energy transformed into a large net, blocking Meng Huan inside the cave and isolating him from all the sand and stones.
The tank, which had been feigning death, suddenly sprang to the air, spinning and flapping its wings, creating a hurricane that swept away everything online.
Once the surroundings quieted down and the dust settled, Meng Huan appeared before Chen An.
He sat cross-legged, looking up at Chen An with eyes full of guilt, mixed with a hint of resentment.
After withdrawing his solidified spiritual energy, Chen An rushed forward and hugged Meng Huan, resting his head on his shoulder and breathing softly.
Meng Huan's raised hands hung in the air, feeling quite uncomfortable.
He knew that Chen An had long regarded him as his own brother.
When they became sworn brothers, he wanted to protect this pitiful little sister, but he kept getting into trouble and needed Chen An's care. Life is truly unpredictable.
Chen An stood up, stared at Meng Huan for a long time, and then his eyes became firm again.
Touching the dragon bone around his neck, Chen An took out a recovery pill, handed it to Meng Huan, and nodded firmly: "Take it, you'll be fine."
Fu Gui tilted his head and watched from the side. He thought Chen An would cry, but he didn't expect that he would be fine again after hugging his brother for a while.
It wasn't that Chen'an was disappointed and didn't cry; it just felt that in this situation, one should cry out and not always suppress emotions in order to live longer.
Thinking of this, Fu Gui shook his head. Chen An was a Nascent Soul cultivator. As long as he wasn't killed, he could live indefinitely.
Meng Huan took the pill from Chen An's hand and swallowed it. Immediately, the cold air in his body was forced out, and the moisture in the air condensed into small ice beads that fell down with a whoosh.
"Achoo." After sneezing, Fugui scratched his nose with his paw and then pressed his paw against the tank's nose.
After being thrown off the tank, it happily jumped onto Meng Huan's shoulder, leaving the disgusted tank behind.
Meng Huan's health has been severely damaged, and he needs to rest for a period of time to fully recover.
Chen An wanted him to return to the sect and handle Qu Ze's matter himself.
But Meng Huan refused, his tone agitated: "I must kill her myself. Even if I can't do it myself, I can't just let you do it."
His words were so persistent and earnest that Chen An had no reason to refuse, nor should he refuse.
After resting for only a short while, they set off, following the same route Cui Ziliu had taken, towards Qu Ze's residence.