Chapter 356: Threefold Extreme Satin Pattern!

"You just kept playing, your sister was injured so badly, and you didn't even see it!"

*Smack! *

Chen Yuhu lashed a stick across the back of the boy, who was not yet eight years old.

"Your sister fell from such a height; if it weren't for the haystack below, if it weren't for the haystack below!"

Chen Yuhu was beside himself with rage, the stick in his hand lashing out incessantly.

Night fell, and the old locust tree outside the courtyard blossomed with fragrance once again; the snow-white flowers appeared exceptionally bright under the reflection of the moonlight.

"Waaaaah!!!"

Inside the old courtyard, the little girl, not yet six, wailed loudly, tugging at Chen Yuhu's arm and shouting:

"Don't hit Brother, don't hit Brother."

Her arm was still wrapped in bandages, and every time she pulled on Chen Yuhu, the little girl felt a stinging pain.

*Smack! Smack! Smack! *

"Chen Yan, you should be growing up, you are seven years old!"

Chen Yuhu roared; he was furious today.

He had made it clear before leaving that Chen Yan was to look after his sister, yet upon returning, he saw the scene of little Chen Yu being carried out of the clinic.

However, no matter how angry he was at this moment, he could no longer bring himself to strike with the stick in his hand.

His five-year-old daughter was using all her strength, ignoring her pain to pull at him.

His seven-year-old son was kneeling in the courtyard, and even though his back was lacerated, he hadn't let out a single sound.

All of this was telling him that he, the grown man, was the villain.

The anger in Chen Yuhu's eyes vanished in an instant; he carried his five-year-old daughter into the house, glanced at his son still kneeling in the courtyard, and said nothing more.

The moonlight that night was exceptionally bright, hanging in the sky, its soft light soothing Chen Yan's body.

In his consciousness, for some reason, past experiences surfaced.

Amidst the breaking of limits, Chen Yan's consciousness was somewhat blurred.

He did not care who his opponent was; he did not care about the fatigue and pain of his physical body.

At this moment, he was merely throwing punches blindly.

He didn't even care how many Extreme Satin Patterns had appeared on his body.

Humans are creatures of memory.

To what extent a person can grow, every choice seems to be a confrontation between memory and reality.

A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Chen Yan's mouth.

He had a deep memory of that mistake from his childhood.

He had almost lost his sister forever.

When Chen Yuhu woke up groggily at midnight to go to the backyard to urinate, he saw his son kneeling in the courtyard by the moonlight.

He paused, suddenly stunned.

It was as if, amidst the stillness, a powerful force had crashed down into the depths of his heart.

He did not know how a seven-year-old child could manage to kneel on the cold ground alone for a full six hours.

He did not scold Chen Yan again, which was his way of tacitly allowing Chen Yan to return to his room to sleep.

But the scene before him still left him shaken.

He opened his mouth:

"Go back to sleep."

He couldn't bear it; the child was still growing, and he feared that kneeling for so long would affect his physical development.

"Dad."

A low and childish voice sounded, and the little boy raised his head:

"I just... cannot forgive myself."

He could not forgive the mistake he had made.

If not for that haystack.

Chen Yu, who had fallen from the dirt slope, would have lost her life.

He could not forgive his own incompetence, could not forgive his own carelessness.

At the moment his sister fell, he had even fantasized that a human body could be reborn, could be restored.

His expression was dazed; he found it hard to forget the feeling of that moment.

As a child, he had looked up at the bright moon above the heavenly gates, staring intently, unable to extricate himself.

Memories washed over the depths of Chen Yan's mind.

The layer of golden-red light on Chen Yan's body grew deeper, a full finger's width, draped over him like flowing water, emitting a fragmented, mottled light, appearing incomparably miraculous.

The one hundred and thirty-seventh floor.

Chen Yan passed the level again, relying on his own physical strength.

He was in a sorry state, his consciousness hovering between blurriness and clarity.

He was attempting to peer into the limits of his own life.

For those with a strong will, reaching one's own limit requires paying a great price.

Above the distant glacier.

Lu Xunyang's eyes pierced through the void, sensing the changes in Chen Yan's body at every moment.

*Boom! Boom! Boom! *

The sound of the world's rules being altered echoed continuously, ethereal and profound.

Two hundred and thirteen Extreme Satin Patterns!

Two hundred and fourteen Extreme Satin Patterns!

Above the vast earth, the Xunyang Tower stood like a divine mountain from beyond the heavens, shining brilliantly; golden light spilled onto the land, dyeing the area for a thousand miles a pale gold.

A smile appeared at the corners of Lu Xunyang's mouth.

He was going to win.

Rather than letting Chen Yan go and pursue some two hundred and fifty-second floor, seeking a sliver of survival.

It would gratify him more if Chen Yan could break his shackles through his own ability.

He was worthy of being the young heaven-gifted genius who could create the Will Martial Dao.

"For the next ten thousand years, he will be the undefeated emperor in the hearts of all living beings between heaven and earth."

Lu Xunyang sighed with emotion, a golden light blooming in his eyes:

"However, he needs to cross me first."

He refused to admit defeat; even if he were only a sliver of the original's consciousness, he still carried an extraordinary will.

He had never stopped; even though he was not the Master of Martial Dao, he still wanted to truly ascend to the peak of the Martial Dao.

"Aren't you rejoicing a bit too early?"

On the mountain of corpses, the old man sitting cross-legged atop a corpse let out a sinister laugh, his eyes filled with an indifference as if looking down upon the mortal world.

Lu Xunyang's expression was calm:

"You are merely a sliver of the old Xia Master's consciousness; you cannot represent the later Xia Master, nor can you influence the Tempering Martial Dao."

He was not at all worried that the old man would modify the rules of the Tempering Martial Dao.

The other party did not have that ability; the other party was merely a sliver of the Xia Master's consciousness.

The true Xia Master had already passed away.

His soul might still be on the other side of the River of Time, and he was an entirely different existence from the old man.

The old man chuckled, his fingers twisting the cold face of Xue Qi beneath him, muttering to himself:

"Immortal Body."

Lu Xunyang looked at the old man indifferently.

"You broke the limit of your realm, increased the number of Extreme Satin Patterns to one hundred and forty-four, and obtained the Immortal Body."

The old man spoke quietly, and Lu Xunyang sighed inwardly, bowing to the old man:

"The Immortal Body was bestowed by the Martial Dao, and it was also bestowed by you."

No matter how dissatisfied he was with the old man in his heart, he still had to bow at this moment.

"Lu Xunyang, you are a talent!"

The old man laughed aloud, his expression spirited.

Lu Xunyang keenly sensed that something was wrong.

He looked toward the side of the Xunyang Tower.

Boom!

A sound of a rule being broken rang out.

A two hundred and fifteenth Extreme Satin Pattern appeared on Chen Yan's chest.

At the same time, the aura of immortality on Chen Yan's body was becoming increasingly dense.

It was very dense; the aura of immortality on Chen Yan's body exuded a faint fragrance, a clear and empty aura of rules.

Chen Yan was about to obtain the Immortal Body.

The smile at the corners of Lu Xunyang's mouth grew more intense.

Chen Yan was going to succeed, and he was immensely satisfied.

But it was also at this moment that the old man spoke again:

"Lu Xunyang, when you obtained the Immortal Body, you were in a near-death state, right?"

Lu Xunyang nodded, a look of reflection on the past appearing in his eyes:

"In my youth, I was hunted by enemies and fell into a mountain range where powerful ancient divine beasts roamed.

I fought that ancient divine beast, my body was corroded extremely severely, and I had a one-in-ten chance of survival.

At the most critical moment, I broke the limit of my realm and obtained the Immortal Body."

Lu Xunyang sighed softly and shook his head.

The moment he was born, he was completely written off; his aptitude was extremely poor, practically one in ten thousand.

Relying on his own research to alter the foundation of his physical body, it was only in his youth that he barely possessed the aptitude a normal person should have.

"So I say, Lu Xunyang, you are a talent!"

The old man's laughter rang out again.

Lu Xunyang was as still as stagnant water, unruffled, a sense of majesty naturally present between his brows.

"I am not a talent; I just do not wish to lose."

The old man shook his head and narrowed his eyes, now focusing on Chen Yan in the far distance.

Chen Yan had reached the most critical moment.

Now, even he was a little nervous.

After all, the density of the aura of immortality on Chen Yan's body made even him feel incredibly shocked.

It was likely that he was truly going to succeed.

Suddenly, both Lu Xunyang and the old man stopped speaking.

This competition had reached its most critical moment.

Inside the Xunyang Tower, the young man was within the barrier of malice, constantly pushing his own limits.

His physical body trembled; every punch he threw exhausted all his strength.

Lu Xunyang calmed his heart; even he was breaking into a cold sweat for Chen Yan at this moment.

He furrowed his brows tightly, his fists clenched.

He had always felt that the Xia Lord was wrong.

Walking down the wrong path!

But the Xia Lord firmly believed that he himself was right.

Therefore, even if Lu Xunyang did not know whether Chen Yan's understanding of the Martial Dao was ultimately right or wrong, he could not let Chen Yan fall into the hands of the Xia Lord.

The contest reached its final moment, and he held his breath.

Until the next instant.

Boom!

The sound of the rules ringing out resonated.

Chen Yan had broken his realm limit seventy-two times; this was even more extraordinary than he had been back in his day!

A trace of a smile appeared on Lu Xunyang's face, a heartfelt smile.

He was very happy.

"Hahahaha!!!"

He laughed heartily, and the killing intent on his body was diluted quite a bit by this laughter.

The old man to the side, however, saw his expression darken; his eyes were incomparably sharp, his gaze almost piercing through Chen Yan's physical body far away.

So much so that the entire glacier was shaking.

Having broken the limit again, the aura of immortality on Chen Yan's body became even more intense.

It overflowed the barrier of malice, reached the real world, and even drifted out of the Xunyang Tower.

Outside the Xunyang Tower.

Among the crowd of examinees who were originally just watching, those with keen perception instantly became excited.

"Such a profound aura; just by sensing it slightly, it is infinitely profound. Is this the Immortal Body of Venerable Lu?"

"For a moment, it felt like seeing the endless Dao; the Immortal Body is an acquired strange physique, containing Dao rhyme."

"Hurry and comprehend it; perhaps we can grasp a trace of the mysteries of the Immortal Body."

"The Aristocratic Family Alliance forbids comprehension! This is Chief Lu's Immortal Body, all of you get lost!"

"I am not from the Aristocratic Family Alliance; look, under my armor, I have a military uniform!"

"He is from the Aristocratic Family Alliance, Yu Huangchang, I recognize him."

"Why has an aura of immortality appeared? Could it be that Chief Lu placed a drop of his own essence blood inside the Xunyang Tower?"

"I am in the Aristocratic Family Alliance, but my heart is green!"

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