Chapter 409: Rest Assured, We Can Save Him

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

Immediately, he ended his meditation and continued to absorb the remaining essence of the precious medicine.

Outside.

The phantom of the previous generation's ruler slowly dissipated.

Lu Fusang and a group of General Stars slowly opened their eyes.

"Why do I feel it's getting harder and harder to understand? I could only hear a sliver of the lecture."

"Me too. Although it was only a sliver, it has already greatly improved my Martial Dao!"

"Sigh, as expected of a Sun-level martial art; it's too difficult."

The crowd was all sighing with emotion.

Lu Fusang's brows were slightly furrowed; he raised one hand, and a sliver of white light slowly appeared between his fingers, but this momentum was not powerful.

It could not even be unleashed.

He was already considered quite good.

The others were even more miserable than him.

"Lu Fusang, can you withdraw the life-and-death battle with Chen Yan?"

At this moment, someone spoke up.

The one speaking was a red-haired Third-Rank General Star named Zhu Lili.

Lu Fusang merely glanced at Zhu Lili indifferently and narrowed his eyes.

His gaze was cold to the extreme, and in an instant, the expressions of those around him all changed.

Yet, it was also at this time.

"Young Master Lu Fusang, do you have time for a chat?"

An old man appeared in the distance and spoke toward Lu Fusang.

The crowd recognized that the man was actually the Chief of the Martial Suppression Division of Wushi City, Wu Hao.

The other party had actually come to Xiaoyang as well.

Now that Wu Hao was openly inviting Lu Fusang, could it be that he wanted to pick a side?

A smile played on the lips of Wushi City Martial Suppression Division Chief Wu Hao; the marriage alliance between the Xia Clan and the Lu Clan was a major event for the world, and this was the direction the Xia Clan would take for the next few decades.

He was certain that Lu Fusang would definitely be able to spread his wings and soar in the Great Xia.

If one didn't invest at this time, when would they invest?

He wanted to let the Xia Clan see, which was why he appeared publicly.

Lu Fusang walked over indifferently, only to see Wu Hao take out an iron tablet and smile:

"My father once had the honor of hearing someone lecture on the Phantom Slaughter Dragon-Slaying Style; these are my father's insights."

Lu Fusang's gaze flickered slightly, and he accepted it.

At this time.

On the side of the Military Martial Guards, Zong Heng roared:

"Wu Hao, in the past, Chief Lu appreciated you and let you rise step by step; are you now going to aid the enemy?"

Wu Hao looked at Zong Heng, a trace of strangeness appearing in his eyes as he spoke:

"Department Head Zong, it is you all who are wrong; that Chen Yan..."

He slowly shook his head.

He felt that Zong Heng and these people were too stubborn and did not know how to judge the situation.

A coldness appeared in Zong Heng's eyes, then immediately vanished.

Time passed slowly.

After one day and two nights.

When the first ray of dawn shone upon Xiaoyang, the residents of Xiaoyang who had just woken up looked toward the sky first.

Inside the massive lightning-light hourglass, a small half had already flowed into the lower layer.

This meant that only four and a half days remained until the true emergence of the Lightning Tribulation Treasure Land.

Chen Yan walked out of the cultivation room.

Yesterday's lecture was still the 【Condensed Brilliance Style】.

It was even more profound and even more complex.

However, Chen Yan had gained a great deal.

The 【Condensed Brilliance Style】 had already entered his heart, and its power was more than five times stronger than when he had just entered the door.

The precious medicine from the Aristocratic Family Alliance had also been completely absorbed by Chen Yan.

【Saint-Breaking Tree (Level 8): 87/200】

The Saint-Breaking Tree condensed thirty-four 【Blood】 character Saint-Breaking Fruits, four 【Power】 character Saint-Breaking Fruits, and twelve 【Body】 character Saint-Breaking Fruits.

Two days and two nights of seclusion allowed Chen Yan's Qi-Blood Divine Body to forge one and a half legs.

On his tempered divine body, the number of fully condensed True Dragon phases also soared from two hundred sixty-seven to three hundred forty-one.

Chen Yan took a deep breath and stretched his waist.

The only thing weighing on his heart was not that battle with Lu Fusang.

It was the Continent Mirror.

Chen Yan had already tried three times.

Just this morning, Chen Yan, with the help of his own application of the 【Condensed Brilliance Style】, successfully withstood the fifth lightning tribulation.

But after the sixth lightning tribulation fell, Chen Yan was still blasted into fragments.

Chen Yan sighed softly.

Could he really only rely on the protective effects of the Lightning Tribulation Treasure Land, and use the 【Phantom Slaughter Dragon-Culling Style】 to awaken the goodwill of the continent and reduce the power of the lightning tribulation?

Chen Yan did not intend to rely entirely on external forces.

His current physical foundation no longer required further cultivation.

The only things he could rely on were the remaining four lectures of the 【Phantom Slaughter Dragon-Culling Style】, and...

Fist Realm!

Chen Yan's Horizontal Push Fist Intent had long reached the ninth grade, but he had never found the opportunity to ascend to the Fist Realm.

Now, he could only rely on what Xia Hanzhou said: to continuously stack his fist intent, causing a qualitative change through quantitative accumulation, and sublimate it into the Fist Realm.

The reason Chen Yan came out of seclusion today was because Tan Yishi had told him yesterday that someone wanted to see him.

Sure enough, not long after.

A figure wearing a cloak appeared at the doorway.

Upon entering the room, Yin Youming took off his cloak and cupped his hands toward Chen Yan:

"Brother Chen."

"Brother Yin, I must thank you for what happened last time," Chen Yan said with a smile.

Last time he killed Lu Xuanzhi, this Second-Rank General Star Yin Youming had stepped in to help, blocking the furious Lu Ming'an.

"No need for thanks. A gentleman rewards and saves; I have no regrets in my heart.

Brother Chen, the Xia Clan may have disappointed you, but I want to tell you that the Great Xia is not only made of spineless people!"

Yin Youming gave a faint smile, then looked at Chen Yan with a solemn expression:

"Do you really intend to fight Lu Fusang to the death?"

Yin Youming looked at Chen Yan; in his view, Chen Yan was always a rising star, and his strength was far from reaching the level of being on par with them.

That Lu Fusang was even slightly stronger than him.

"Yes," Chen Yan nodded.

Yin Youming was stunned and sighed inwardly:

"Among the Second-Rank General Stars, there are only three who could win against Lu Fusang.

Xi Congyun, who has always been second on the Fifth-Rank Ranking; he has fought Lu Fusang before, and their strength was evenly matched.

But it seems his own formation technique has already upgraded, and his strength could shake Lu Fusang.

Another is Jidao Wu, but Jidao Wu is already at the early stage of the Sixth Rank.

As for the third, it is that head of the Second-Rank General Stars who has never shown their face; to be our leader, their strength must certainly be stronger than Jidao Wu."

Yin Youming spoke with extreme seriousness, hoping to let Chen Yan feel the difficulty by describing the gap in strength between Lu Fusang and the Second-Rank General Stars.

But Chen Yan's gaze remained calm, and Yin Youming finally sighed in his heart.

Chen Yan's courage is the greatest in Great Xia; he is truly worthy of the name.

Yin Youming felt some admiration in his heart, feeling that coming to help Chen Yan was the right thing to do.

"Brother Chen, since you have already made your plans, then I have come to simulate Lu Fusang's combat style and spar with you, to see if you can gain a sliver of an advantage."

Chen Yan nodded:

"Good, I also want to use a battle against a strong enemy to let my fist intent ascend to the Fist Realm."

Yin Youming nodded, and he and Chen Yan entered the cultivation room.

Yin Youming smiled:

"Brother Chen, you strike first. I want to see this so-called Will Martial Dao."

"Alright!"

Chen Yan nodded, and the next moment, his aura changed completely.

Standing Realm erupted, and the pressure of his will instantly overflowed.

In an instant, Yin Youming's expression trembled:

"What the hell!

Wait a moment!"

Yin Youming exclaimed:

"What did you do to me? Why did I feel like retreating from the fight for a split second just now?!"

Yin Youming's eyes widened.

The pressure of the will that Chen Yan was erupting now was many times more terrifying than when he was giving his lecture that day.

Is this the Will Martial Dao?

"How about this, I won't use the Will Martial Dao, and Brother Yin can help me ascend my fist intent."

Chen Yan said with a smile.

Yin Youming looked at Chen Yan suspiciously, then nodded the next moment:

"That's right, Lu Fusang has also entered the Will Martial Dao; this pressure of yours might be useless against him, so you shouldn't use the Will Martial Dao."

Yin Youming gave a dry laugh; he must study the Will Martial Dao carefully when he gets back.

What the hell is this thing?

Can it erase a person's mind?

Or is it the will?

He actually felt that Chen Yan could defeat him.

Yin Youming felt he had lost face just now; he was, after all, a Second-Rank General Star.

As long as Chen Yan didn't use the Will Martial Dao, he wouldn't be able to defeat him.

A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, his hands behind his back, striking the pose of a refined young gentleman.

"Good!"

Chen Yan nodded; he was becoming increasingly eager for the Fist Realm.

Now that Yin Youming was willing to help him, that was the best thing possible.

Boom—

Chen Yan threw a punch, smashing toward Yin Youming in an instant.

"Hm?"

Yin Youming shuddered; he was startled.

Had Chen Yan taken some medicine?

How was he more terrifying than last time by more than just a little bit?

Yin Youming's figure flickered, and he hurriedly unleashed a kick; a fist and a leg collided just like that.

In an instant, streaks of spatial cracks burst open.

Yin Youming's eyes flickered; he had underestimated Chen Yan.

The next moment.

Chen Yan's fist struck again.

Chen Yan's confidence stemmed from the Heart-Entry level 【Forging the Vast Firmament】 and his powerful physical body.

Moreover, even though Chen Yan had not unleashed the 【Radiance-Condensing Style】, the 【Radiance-Condensing Style】 had provided him with immense inspiration.

Whether it was bursting out lasers or kicking and punching, both were a form of utilizing force.

Chen Yan felt that he was not inferior to anyone.

Yin Youming's strength was sufficient, making him perfect for tempering Chen Yan's fist intent.

The next moment.

Boom—

Yin Youming slammed a foot into Chen Yan's abdomen, kicking Chen Yan flying.

Chen Yan exclaimed:

"Brother Yin, you are truly powerful."

Yin Youming was speechless; he was, after all, a Second-Rank General Star.

Although he was holding back his strength, he felt that as long as Chen Yan grasped the Fist Realm, he might truly be able to fight him.

This made Yin Youming feel sour inside; he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

The next moment, his figure blurred, appearing before Chen Yan almost instantly, and he threw a punch.

Chen Yan's eyes flashed, and he also threw a punch!

Boom, boom, boom!

Three layers of fist intent erupted in an instant.

Chen Yan dove heart and soul into the comprehension of true intent, and the white light representing true intent energy within the Saint-Breaking Realm began to churn.

They fought until the afternoon.

Finally, an 【Intent】 character Saint-Breaking Fruit ripened.

Chen Yan swallowed it in one gulp.

At the same time.

Yin Youming attacked with a punch, and Chen Yan blasted him back.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Five layers of fist intent erupted in an instant.

Yin Youming's expression changed; he was startled.

Chen Yan's growth speed made him feel as if he were not fighting a human.

But this also stirred a trace of fighting spirit in Yin Youming.

He also wanted to improve.

If one fought while holding back strength.

Chen Yan was indeed a decent opponent.

Until nightfall, Yin Youming did not leave, but instead received the lecture together with Chen Yan inside Chen Yan's training room.

Until the next morning.

There were only three and a half days left until the Thunder-Strike Treasure Land fully manifested.

There were only two and a half days left until the life-and-death battle between Chen Yan and Lu Xuanzhi.

Outside Xiaoyang City.

Jidao Wu, Li Muyun, and Jiang Miaoxuan stood in the void.

"Old Yin really doesn't seem to want Chen Yan to die; he's been teaching him earnestly," Li Muyun sighed with emotion.

"Sigh," Jidao Wu let out a soft sigh.

None of them wanted Chen Yan to die, but the gap between Chen Yan and Lu Fusang was too great.

It was also at this moment.

Yin Youming returned.

"Old Yin, how was it?" Li Muyun asked.

Yin Youming's expression was somber, and he did not answer; he felt miserable inside.

Very miserable.

"Chen Yan, you still refuse to withdraw from the life-and-death battle?" Jidao Wu asked.

Yin Youming did not speak, did not nod, and his expression was even deathly still.

He had been provoked.

He had watched with his own eyes as Chen Yan's fist intent stacked, its growth speed reaching an extreme.

Although Chen Yan was not yet his match, because he still had quite a few things held back that he hadn't displayed.

But Chen Yan's speed of progress made him feel uncomfortable.

Too uncomfortable.

It was the first time he felt uncomfortable because his aptitude was inferior to someone else's.

The crowd was astonished; did Yin Youming actually think so highly of Chen Yan?

After knowing that Chen Yan would undoubtedly die, he was actually as miserable as if his own father had died.

Li Muyun sighed with emotion:

"Old Yin also has a heart that cherishes talent. In that case, I will go and persuade Chen Yan; if it really doesn't work, I will properly teach him."

Li Muyun patted Yin Youming on the shoulder, then walked away.

Jidao Wu and Jiang Miaoxuan sighed, both shaking their heads slightly.

Time passed slowly.

Until the afternoon.

Li Muyun returned.

He didn't say a word.

The experience of the better part of the day made Li Muyun doubt his life; no one could progress like that.

That Chen Yan had gone from six layers of fist intent stacking to eight layers of stacking in the span of an afternoon.

Is this a human?

Can this be a human?

Li Muyun's heart was bleeding.

He had always been very proud; he was a genius, a Second-Rank General Star.

But today, he was on the verge of a breakdown.

Chen Yan's speed of progress made him doubt his life.

He felt that his Talisman Sword Saint Body would never be able to defeat an Immortal Body in this lifetime.

His Li family would never be able to hold their heads high for the rest of their lives.

He was a sinner.

"Li Muyun..., you too..."

Jidao Wu was astonished to the extreme; he could hardly imagine what Li Muyun and Yin Youming had actually said to Chen Yan.

Or what that Chen Yan had said to them.

But Jidao Wu sighed with emotion.

Although the Xia Clan did not think highly of Chen Yan, the few of them still possessed a heart of sincerity, were not blind, and were all willing to stand up!

"I will go persuade Chen Yan," Jidao Wu said.

"Don't go," Yin Youming said.

"It's fine," Jidao Wu laughed:

"This Chen Yan is too stubborn; if it really doesn't work, I will knock Chen Yan unconscious and take him away from this place!"

Jidao Wu let out a loud laugh, then immediately flew toward the Military Martial Guard.