Chapter 309: If the wind rises and the apricot blossoms bloom, would you be willing to sleep for five thousand years?

How could he possibly rest?

He saw that at the fringes of the Martial Dao, Chen Min had discovered his own uniqueness, found a secret location, and begun closed-door cultivation.

Chen Min harbored a grand ambition; he wanted to bring about a new world.

He saw Zhuang Ang beginning to reveal his natural talent, his powerful will allowing him to soar into the sky, having already ascended to the Second Rank in a short time.

He saw Shen Yiwei in astonishment, sensing his own special nature; he had not yet discovered the Will Martial Dao, but he already had a direction.

He saw the will of a fifteen-year-old girl flickering, telling her brother from far away: in the future, she would definitely stand by his side.

He saw that some were working hard, and some were roaring because of the world.

Some had lost their parents and were training in anger, wishing to take revenge and wipe out their grudges.

These individuals had all appeared at the various fringes of the Martial Dao's veins.

Chen Yan tensed his nerves, his will erupting; he did not want to rest, he did not want to sleep.

He could fight forever; he was an invincible existence, destined sooner or later to cut down all darkness.

He did not want to become a rabbit; he wanted to be the existence that slaughtered the white bear.

He was harder than steel, more majestic than a great mountain.

He selfishly wanted others to be able to grant him a few more days on his repayment deadline.

Selfishly, he did not want to see anything that disgusted him.

Selfishly, he did not want to waste a single minute or second.

"So, I am the Lord of Martial Dao, how could I... rest..."

His eyes slowly closed, and he lay within the time barrier created by the Time Seed, falling asleep just like that.

If the wind rises and the apricot blossoms bloom, would you be willing to sleep for five thousand years?

Hum...

Time flowed quietly, and a rich aura of life wrapped around Chen Yan.

His physical body was being reshaped, becoming stronger, becoming more perfect.

The world was wrapping around him, the world was moving away from him.

Within the boundless dream, a new world appeared—a world without darkness, without ancient divine beasts, where people lived and worked in peace and contentment, never feeling lost.

Chen Yan walked quietly, looking at the rows of high-rise buildings, watching them silently.

His expression was calm, enjoying every bit of this time.

But his will was clear.

He knew he was asleep, and he knew he should not covet this illusory world.

"It is that precious medicine that has a feeling of inducing deep sleep."

Chen Yan murmured in the dream; his will was too powerful, and even while asleep, he knew he was sleeping.

He unified his intent, and his consciousness slowly awakened a sliver.

The pieces of Dao-Slaying Bamboo floating beside his physical body shattered, transforming into five Morning Star-grade B-tier Qi-Blood precious medicines and Morning Star-grade B-tier tempering precious medicines.

He lay within the time barrier, though he was still in a deep sleep.

But the sliver of awakened consciousness controlled his physical body, beginning to absorb the essence within these precious medicines.

Cultivating in a dream.

He was the Lord of Will; he could not rest.

It was just that the cultivation was a bit slow, very slow.

He was heavily injured, and he was still dreaming.

On the road, Chen Yu, wearing a dress, was running, raising her hand toward him:

"Brother, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..."

By the side of the street, Si Wenyi stepped out of a sedan, calling out to him with extreme gentleness:

"Chen Yan."

Chen Yan revealed a smile; he walked on the empty road.

He had all of these in reality.

As long as he looked back, he would have them all.

He just did not want to lose them.

He could only keep walking forward.

He was so tired.

But the Lord of Will should not be tired.

Time passed slowly.

Outside, in Xiaoyang City.

The heavy clouds shrouding the great city had been torn apart by the battle, and the moonlit night was drowsy.

The plaza was empty, but from time to time, the auras of experts could be sensed approaching.

Whenever someone was eliminated, voices would immediately descend, asking the eliminated examinees where they had been eliminated from.

Everyone was numb, shocked.

They were all saying that Chen Yan was about to be forced to leave the College Entrance Examination Secret Realm, all saying that Chen Yan was suffering from the dual pressure of the outside and the inside.

Chen Yan could not hold on anymore.

Experts from all sides were waiting for the moment Chen Yan was eliminated, and then the grand drama would begin.

The problem was.

It is already the middle of the night.

Chen Yan has still not come out.

Of course, he is also not dead.

Because on the leaderboard, that name sits high at first place.

【First Place Chen Yan: 440,000,000】

440,000,000 Dao-Slaughtering points is too eye-catching.

The points of all candidates from second to ninth place combined do not add up to as much as the first-place Chen Yan.

Some say Chen Yan is cheating and is an illegitimate child of the Xia clan.

But others immediately refute this, saying no powerhouse would dare to tamper with the college entrance examination secret realm.

Some say the leaderboard is broken.

But others curse under their breath, saying the college entrance examination secret realm is a divine artifact; how could a divine artifact be broken?

Regardless, there are not many people in the entire Xiaoyang City who can sleep tonight, and whispers continue to rise.

Chen Yan's experience, ranking, and points do not conform to common sense.

No one has ever seen anything like this.

At the hour of dawn, some powerhouses no longer intend to keep watching.

Hum...

On the plaza, white light flickers, and a candidate is teleported out.

No one appears, but a lazy voice drifts over:

"Where were you teleported out from?"

That candidate is startled; is a powerhouse asking him?

He purses his lips:

"Slaughtering Forest."

In an instant.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Powerful auras pierce through the moonlit night, crossing over.

Zong Heng and other military powerhouses arrive, scaring the candidate so much that he sits down on the ground with a thud.

"Chen Yan... how is Chen Yan now?"

Zong Heng speaks.

The candidate's pupils shrink, and for a moment, he finds it difficult to speak.

"Speak!"

An ethereal and boundless voice arrives.

It is the voice of Chen Changyuan, but the person has not appeared.

A trace of awe appears in the candidate's eyes, and he hurriedly speaks:

"Chen Yan... Chen Yan entered the wooden house..."

Boom!

Someone erupts with blood energy, no longer calm.

"Wasn't it said he was being hunted by the Snow Wife?!"

"Yes... yes, that's right." The candidate speaks with a trembling face.

Not many were teleported out of the Slaughtering Forest tonight.

Those who rolled the number did not need to forfeit, and those who rolled the heart side had no chance to forfeit.

Therefore, he is the first candidate to forfeit from the Slaughtering Forest tonight.

He purses his lips and begins to recount the situation at that time.

All around, everyone listens.

"Chen Yan is too strong to have survived under the Snow Wife for so long."

"It was Jiang Yuan who made a move, and Chen Yan entered the wooden house in an instant."

The candidate says.

The powerhouses standing high in the sky all take a deep breath.

Chen Yan actually made it through.

He helped almost all the military prodigies and also escaped the pursuit himself.

"Hiss..."

Someone exclaims:

"He has the demeanor of Chief Lu."

Zong Heng laughs loudly:

"Not just has it, he truly has it!"

Everyone is speechless; you have certainly learned the art of saying nothing.

"Prodigies from all sides assisted, which shows that Chen Yan's demeanor makes the younger generation admire him endlessly!"

An old man sighs with emotion; it has been a long time since such a person appeared.

"Yes, this is true strength!"

"Shi Ziqin, I have always felt this girl was extremely sinister."

"Hahaha, good, good, good!"

All around, gasps of astonishment rang out.

High in the sky, Shen Yiwei also revealed a smile, filled with gratification, emotion, and immense satisfaction.

He even laughed until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

He saw the shadow of his master.

No.

That was Chen Yan.

Inside the high-rise building.

Chen Changyuan sat quietly, his eyes calm, watching the pitch-black night outside the window the entire time.

"If you do not die, I can acknowledge you as my enemy."

He revealed a smile, looking very at ease:

"A person's life is meant to pursue everything, to erase everything, to overcome every enemy, and to achieve invincibility."

"Lu Xunyang is gone, and Shen Yiwei is not worthy of being my enemy; I need an enemy who can make me even stronger."

He truly began to ponder Chen Yan in the real sense, beginning to consider the other party.

Very interesting.

Inside the high-rise of the Martial Suppression Division.

Zhang Ting quietly sensed the events unfolding outside, lighting a cigarette.

It was unknown what he was thinking about.

"Why do I feel that the likes of Shen Yiwei and Zong Heng are merely minor irritations, and this Chen Yan is the true threat to my heart and vitals?"

A sharp male voice rang out from within the office.

"Is that so?" Zhang Ting spoke, not knowing what he was thinking.

PS: I'm writing a bit less today, the reason being that I was too confident while riding my bike, taking both hands off the handlebars—too confident.

Then I flew off, that's right, I flew off.

I wanted to pull off a clean flight, only to realize that I...

I am not Chen Yan at all; I cannot fly.

And then I got injured.

To tell the truth, Dongzi has never really suffered internal injuries, hasn't even caught a cold once a year; in the morning I tested positive, by noon I had a fever, and by evening I was fine.

For details, you can see what was said in that Sword Cultivator book; I asked for leave at noon, but still wrote several thousand words in the evening, keeping my perfect attendance record.

But later I discovered I wasn't just having a fever, but had tested positive.

But these external injuries, they really are impossible to block; I love to jump around too much and keep getting hurt.

Writing a bit less to nurse my injuries.