Chapter 245: Only for the peace of my heart, only for the absence of thieves in my heart, only for the brightness of this heart

"Bing Yi..." Chen Qianqian said with a tremble.

"You are not bad; come fight me, I will not use my Qi and blood."

Chen Yan spoke indifferently, the chill all over his body dissipating.

A surging, vigorous power erupted within his body, and his entire person was wrapped in a golden wave of Qi.

Strands of force overflowed from his body, condensing into five orbs of light encased in pitch-black formation disks.

【Void-Breaking - Saint-Explosion】!

Time seemed to grow quiet.

Chen Qianqian's face turned deathly pale, filled with despair; she had no will to fight at all.

Her speed was inferior to Bing Yi's, and her combat power was inferior to Bing Yi's.

At this moment, she only wanted to beg for mercy.

The next moment.

Boom!

Chen Yan slammed a punch into Chen Qianqian's abdomen, feeling her body, which was as hard as steel.

Chen Yan threw another punch.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

His punching speed reached the extreme; he did not give Chen Qianqian a single chance to beg for her life.

Chen Yan's combat power in the path of tempering was inferior to his path of Qi and blood.

Even with the Word Realm activated, it was still not enough to beat Chen Qianqian.

However, this was exactly what he wanted!

After realizing the reality of the situation, Chen Qianqian also began to fight back.

Rings of waves generated by the battle destroyed the entire warship until it was unrecognizable.

Whenever any surviving Luo Chen people tried to escape, they would be killed by an ice spear suddenly cast by Chen Yan.

Fighting Chen Qianqian was like trading blows with a giant ape.

In the end, wounds of all sizes appeared all over Chen Yan's body.

Strictly speaking, Chen Yan's strength in the path of tempering was far inferior to Chen Qianqian's.

But he was durable!

Within the Saint-Breaking Realm, golden lights representing the energy of technique and white lights representing the energy of true intent surged continuously.

Chen Yan was fighting, and naturally, he was also gaining enlightenment.

The sense of reality in fighting Chen Qianqian was far better than the combat simulations of the Tianbu Boxing Tournament.

More importantly, it was free.

【Heaven Patrol】, 【Heaven Patrol Ultimate Path】, protective patterns, fist intent, and the Word Realm were all activated.

Even the 【Eight Styles of Extreme Tempering】 and the 【Red Steel Body-Casting Canon】, which he had not used for a long time, were employed by Chen Yan.

The path of martial arts is very complex.

But in the end, it is all about rules and truth.

If Chen Yan wanted to achieve complete enlightenment, he had to fight continuously.

"Bing Yi... Bing Yi, you might as well kill me!!!"

Chen Qianqian shrieked, blood seeping from her eyes; she struck out continuously, inflicting wounds on Bing Yi's body.

But what filled her with despair was that although Bing Yi was injured, his offensive grew increasingly fierce and never ceased.

She felt insulted.

But even so, if she were really asked to die right then and there, she could not do it.

She could only roar like this, and continue to strike.

"A clown should have a clown's way of dying."

Chen Yan said coldly.

His strikes became increasingly sharp, and his entire technique began to become extremely fluid and perfect.

On the Saint-Breaking Tree, golden 【Technique】 fruits began to grow.

One.

Two.

Three.

Immediately after, the first 【Intent】 fruit grew.

Chen Yan consumed them while fighting.

Deep in his mind, his understanding of the 【Heaven Patrol Ultimate Path】 and fist intent grew increasingly intense.

Until he threw a punch.

【Heaven Patrol Ultimate Path】, Entry into Micro!

And the terror in Chen Qianqian's eyes grew deeper.

She clearly felt that the Bing Yi opposite her was becoming stronger!

His strength in the path of tempering was becoming stronger.

His strikes were more agile, and his control over posture and timing was becoming increasingly terrifying.

What kind of monster is this?

Is this how he cultivates?

Utterly desperate.

Until a certain moment, when Chen Qianqian felt the icy intent reach its limit and break through it once more.

The despair in her heart reached its climax.

She could no longer strike.

The aptitude and talent of this icy intent made her feel it was invincible.

How could Luo Chen have provoked such an enemy?

Chen Qianqian lay on the wreckage of the fighter jet at the bottom of the lake, covered in blood, her chest cavity blasted open.

She stared at the surface of the lake above with dull eyes.

"Haha..."

"Pfft!"

She spat out a mouthful of blood, and even her complexion became extremely strange.

The second 【Intent】 fruit was swallowed into her belly.

A strange feeling was keenly sensed by Chen Yan.

Hum!

Fist intent, grade increased!

Third-grade Sweeping Fist Intent!

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Yan's mouth; his fist intent, which had been stagnant for a long time, had finally ushered in an advancement.

Although it could not compare to the fifth-grade spear intent.

But Chen Yan's strength was such that if one aspect was powerful, the others would also be powerful.

The improvement was an overall improvement!

It was just... very tiring.

Truly tired to the extreme.

Today he had already experienced a long battle, plus the Golden Body Fifth Crossing, and now he had come to exterminate Luo Chen.

His own willpower had been squeezed to the limit.

If not for relying on the Word Realm, Chen Yan truly would not have been able to persist.

Looking at Chen Qianqian, who had already lost the will to live, Chen Yan finally voiced his question:

"Do you not know who I am?"

He had unleashed 【Heaven Patrol】 and unleashed his fist intent.

His Unity Realm martial path manifestation had even manifested Green Mountain Town.

This was a combat performance unique to Chen Yan.

"Who are you?" Chen Qianqian spat a mouthful of bloody foam at Chen Yan:

"Since you have a ninth-rank master, how would I know who you are?"

Chen Yan was silent; the other party actually believed he had a powerful master.

The other party still could not guess who he really was.

People like Chen Qianqian were born into wealth, and the resources they enjoyed were all snatched from people like Chen Yan.

In the end, they did not even know this tiny existence that she had once regarded as nothing.

"You really... shouldn't be alive."

Chen Yan thrust his spear down, and a blood hole appeared on Chen Qianqian's forehead.

Chen Yan collected the corpses here into his spatial ring and sighed deeply.

【Saint-Breaking Tree (Level 6): 102/500】

This battle yielded five 【Technique】 fruits and two 【Intent】 fruits.

Plus so many corpses and spatial rings.

A huge harvest!

Originally, he had been worried about resource issues, but now his current needs were solved.

As for this warship...

Chen Yan looked beside him at the ruins.

A warship should be very valuable, but unfortunately, it was completely scrapped.

Chen Yan shook his head and wandered through the lake.

Once a martial artist reaches the third rank, they basically will not drown.

On one hand, they can use simple techniques to extract air from the water.

On the other hand, even without breathing, a third-rank can maintain a living state for a long time.

After wandering for a while, Chen Yan found Chen Min, who was still struggling.

The other party's aura had already begun to sink, and even the tips representing the other party on the martial path network were flickering weakly.

It was easy to imagine how difficult things were for Chen Min at this moment.

When he saw the icy intent approaching, Chen Min was stunned.

His eyes widened, and he was carried to the shore by Chen Yan like a salted fish.

Chen Yan exerted his blood energy, casually pulling out the steel needles stuck in Chen Min's body one by one and collecting them into his own spatial ring.

"Ugh!"

Chen Min vomited, a puddle of lake water mixed with silt being spat out.

Chen Yan glanced at Chen Min indifferently and turned to leave.

Chen Min's willpower was indeed strong, but in the end, he had not found a cornerstone that could carry his willpower.

As for this person, Chen Yan found it hard to judge.

However, it was indeed quite miserable.

"Bing Yi!"

Chen Min, still vomiting, suddenly spoke up and tried to stand, but ended up collapsing limply to the ground.

Chen Yan turned his head; Chen Min's face was deathly pale as he said weakly:

"You saved my life."

"It was just a casual act."

Chen Min breathed with difficulty, his expression suddenly becoming solemn:

"That day, you told me you didn't dare to die, that you were just struggling desperately to live—why, exactly?

Is living on really that important to you?"

Chen Min was extremely solemn.

This was a question that most people would simply curse as idiotic upon hearing.

But it had troubled Chen Min for a long time.

He had dared to die, yet he had lost to someone who didn't dare to die.

Therefore, he did not understand.

Chen Yan frowned:

"I said that off the cuff that day; I had forgotten about it until you mentioned it."

Rustle, rustle...

A cool breeze blew from the other side of the lake, the reeds swayed, and fireflies danced in specks.

Silence.

Silence.

"Pfft!!!"

A mouthful of blood was spat out from Chen Min's mouth.

Chen Min's eyes widened, his last shred of willpower shattered by Chen Yan's airy remark.

"You motherf—!"

Chen Min roared, collapsing into the silt, one hand covering his eyes.

The answer he had searched for for so long.

Was just a joke like this!

"A joke!!!"

Chen Yan's expression was calm; the terminal point on the Martial Dao pulse representing Chen Min extinguished completely at this moment.

"Hahahaha!!!"

Chen Min laughed wildly, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

The world that was incompatible with him, the family that went against his path, and the so-called human world that toyed with him.

He suddenly felt that everything had lost its meaning.

"Hahahaha!!!"

He laughed miserably, becoming increasingly deranged.

Chen Yan turned and walked in the direction of Xiaoyang City.

"Bing Yi!!!"

Chen Min growled and stood up.

The clearest footprints were stepped onto the muddiest road.

"You are playing with me!"

He took one step, then two steps.

By the third step.

He finally could not take another.

Just as he had been unable to take the third step toward the Origin back when he was at the late stage of the Two-Steps-in-One Realm.

He could only watch as Bing Yi's figure grew further and further away.

Chen Min let out a miserable laugh.

It was over.

"Hahaha!"

Yet at this very moment.

A voice from afar suddenly rang out by his ear.

"Those who abandon me, the days of yesterday cannot be kept. Those who disturb my heart, the days of today are full of sorrow."

The voice was carefree and unrestrained, seemingly containing anger yet also appearing free and unfettered.

Chen Min froze.

"I, Bing Yi, act only so my heart has no worries, only so there is no thief within my heart, only so..."

The final segment of the voice drifted through the layers of reed leaves, floating in from between the wings of the dancing fireflies.

"This heart is bright!"

The moonlight was like a clear spring pouring down from the horizon, replacing the great sun.

The world was entirely white.

The world was entirely clear.

This heart is purely sincere.

When that voice completely vanished, completely drifting into the wind.

As if it had never sounded at all.

This vast world seemed to freeze in place.

Chen Min looked up at the sky.

Where is the light?

Is it the moonlight, the world, or my own heart?

He watched quietly.

He watched for a long time.

He was somewhat dazed and uncomprehending, yet something within his heart was suddenly swinging wide open.

Chen Min's breathing calmed down, and he slowly took a step forward.

Hum!

A profound humming sound resonated.

Unity Crossing, the Origin arrives!

The Three Steps to Break Mountains of the past, today's Three Steps to the Origin!

Whoosh!

A stream of light struck from the horizon.

It was a broken sword, having traveled ten thousand miles to arrive.

It sensed Chen Min's will and appeared by Chen Min's side.

"This heart is bright."

Chen Min murmured, gripping the long sword in his hand.

He wanted to laugh, but he could not laugh at all, because he felt a grandeur beyond grandeur.

He took a deep breath, preparing to travel far across the world.

This time, to truly see the world.

Yet, in this very instant.

Hum!

Another indescribable truth suddenly struck.

Strange, great, and impossible to describe!

Chen Min's pupils constricted, and his breathing became rapid.

What is this?

It was as if something from the ethereal void had descended upon his own body.

The Will had chosen him!

He looked back suddenly; there were no dim lights here, only the bright moon and the breeze.

The ink-colored robe did not appear, but the lingering sound remained.

In this world, the third wielder of the Will.

Appears!

PS: Writing a few hundred words less, or writing more, I feel it would break the integrity of the chapter.