Chapter 806

The joyous occasion in White Village had nothing to do with Chen Yan.

Inside the room, Chen Yan began to sort through his spoils of war.

Most of them were items useless to Chen Yan, such as food and low-grade medicinal herbs.

There were also several hundred stalks of Malice-Reversing Grass, which could allow one to isolate malice.

Aside from these, the rest were what truly interested Chen Yan.

Nearly a hundred Realm Fruits!

Chen Yan carefully inspected them; most were third or fourth-tier Realm Fruits, and there were seven Realm Fruits of the Creation Realm.

"I can eat my fill now."

Chen Yan pointed a finger, and the power of his blood and Qi spilled out, beginning to crush these Realm Fruits.

As they were crushed by his blood and Qi, the skins of the Realm Fruits split open, and cyan juice flowed out.

Lightly ground by his blood and Qi, these juices gradually became tinged with a blue halo; upon contact, warm mist rose, and there was a faint sound of spiritual ringing in his ears.

Finally, they transformed into a deep-clear bead the size of a pellet.

Chen Yan opened his mouth and swallowed the bead into his belly; a wondrous power immediately dissolved within Chen Yan's body, then gathered toward the depths of his brow.

Deep within Chen Yan's brow, where his mind resided, two strands of status energy—one blue and one red—were instantly replenished.

A familiar yet strange sensation emerged once again.

"Brother..., walk a little slower."

A crisp voice rang out beside Chen Yan's ear.

Chen Yan's expression shifted, only to find that he had somehow appeared in another world.

Heavy clouds like ink soaked through the horizon, wrapping the grassland in dim gloom.

Low-growing needle grass lay flat on the ground, and the distant cairn was reduced to a blurred silhouette.

The air was stiflingly tight, and every gust of wind carried the damp, cold scent of an approaching rain.

Chen Yan lowered his head; he had somehow changed into a gray, simple garment clearly made of hemp rope.

Chen Yan touched his face; his appearance had changed, and his height was clearly lower.

He had actually soul-traversed into the body of a boy of about fifteen years old.

"Brother!"

The crisp voice rang out again.

Chen Yan turned his head to look, only to see a little girl of about thirteen, wearing hemp clothes, with a round face and freckles, running toward him.

"You ran too fast, Brother."

The girl ran up to Chen Yan, panting heavily, and said with a note of complaint:

"When we get back, I'm going to tell Mother that you bullied me."

Chen Yan was about to speak, but discovered he could not control this physical body at all.

Yet this body reached out its right hand and pinched the girl's cheek:

"Children who sneak off to tell tales are bad children."

"You're still saying that!" the freckled girl said, pouting:

"I'm going to..."

But just at this moment.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

A frantic, terrifying roar of wind suddenly erupted.

The body Chen Yan was in suddenly screamed:

"Ancient God Beast, ancient..."

Then he saw.

Two black winds rose suddenly from the horizon, twisting into giant pillars like ink dragons fighting, rolling sand and gravel as they surged in the clouds.

They roared as they swept across the sky, colliding with each other at a speed so fast the naked eye could not capture it.

The body screamed in alarm, opening its arms and reaching out toward his younger sister.

But the speed of those two black winds was too swift.

With a 'pfft' sound.

Boom!!!

One of the black winds swept past the body at close range.

Chen Yan only felt an irresistible force strike him, sending him flying.

While his body was still high in the air, his eyes subconsciously looked toward where his sister had been.

Immediately after, the body's eyes turned red.

Half a corpse.

That cute girl was left with only half a body; her upper torso had been struck by that black wind, long since turned into blurred blood splashing about.

Chen Yan only felt an indescribable fury and sorrow explode in the depths of his heart, impossible to resolve, impossible to forgive.

Bang!

When the body fell heavily onto the grass, those two black winds had already collided and flown far away.

Ignoring the intense pain in his body, Chen Yan crawled frantically toward where his sister was.

"Ah!"

He opened his mouth wide:

"Little sister..."

The eye sockets felt tight and swollen, the wind tearing across the hair tips as if sighing, the brain feeling as if it were being hammered over and over again.

Hammered over and over again.

Consciousness was entirely chaotic, the physical body flailing and dancing, babbling nonsense.

"Unable... to forgive!"

"I am unable to forgive!!!"

"I have no younger sister anymore..."

"I... am unable to..."

"Forgive!!!"

The next instant.

With a hum.

Chen Yan's consciousness returned once more, appearing inside the dilapidated house.

Chen Yan's eyes were wide open; the sensation just now felt as if he had experienced it personally.

Swallowing the Realm Fruit had actually allowed Chen Yan to travel into another person's body and experience the things that person had once encountered.

Whose memory was this?

When was this memory from?

Why, after consuming the Realm Fruit, would one possess that person's memory?

What was the relationship between that person and the Realm Fruit?

A series of questions emerged in Chen Yan's mind, and he had no clarity at all.

Would other people have such memories?

Chen Yan shook his head, putting this matter aside for now.

At this moment, there was another important matter that Chen Yan needed to do right now.

Deep within Chen Yan's brow, those two strengthened paths of Blood Qi and Hard Refinement were overflowing with profound auras.

At this moment, Chen Yan clearly felt the Laws and principles circling within his mind.

His own thinking had accelerated countless times over.

Chen Yan's eyes widened, the chaos in his mind suddenly breaking open like clouds parting to reveal the sun; past confusion melted away, leaving only clarity in his heart.

Under the influence of these two positions, Chen Yan had experienced another kind of strange epiphany.

"Why... must I wait until the Creation Realm to fuse Blood Qi and Hard Refinement?"

Chen Yan whispered:

"Why not now?"

A brilliant light appeared in Chen Yan's eyes.

If he fused Blood Qi and Hard Refinement while in the Origin Realm, wouldn't the True Martial path born after the fusion be...

Far more powerful than before?

Moreover, many profound truths of the Blood Qi and Hard Refinement martial paths that Chen Yan had overlooked were gradually surfacing in his mind.

This made Chen Yan increasingly determined about the matter of fusing the martial paths.

Once this thought occurred, Chen Yan began to fuse the two martial paths within his body.

Under Chen Yan's control, the Origin Space of the Blood Qi path and the Origin Space of the Hard Refinement path gradually drew near and touched.

And it was at this very moment.

Outside the room, a woman with disheveled hair, buck teeth, and one arm that was a pitch-black tentacle appeared.

It was Bai Ling.

In Bai Ling's hand, she carried a bowl of blackish food that looked like various ingredients stewed together.

Bai Ling knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Chen Yan, I have something good to eat." Bai Ling spoke, a smile still on her face.

This was the meal she had specifically brought from the banquet.

"Chen Yan?"

Bai Ling spoke again, but received no response.

Bai Ling pursed her lips:

"Then I'll leave it at your door; remember to take it."

Bai Ling placed the meal at Chen Yan's door and then specifically found some grass leaves to cover the bowl.

She prepared to leave, but still spoke:

"Don't be discouraged, you will definitely be able to go to White Town!"

Her voice carried encouragement.

The village chief had previously told Chen Yan that people from White Village would come to pick up Black Mountain in seven days, but it had already been ten days.

The people from White Village had only notified them that they needed an Array Attendant and had not taken Black Mountain away.

This meant that the village chief had previously been hoodwinking Chen Yan.

Bai Ling glanced at Chen Yan's tightly shut door and assumed Chen Yan was sulking.

Time passed slowly.

Three days later.

Above the murky, dark Sea of Malice, a leaf-like boat slowly sailed over.

After someone from White Village discovered it, they hurriedly notified the village chief.

The village chief quickly gathered the villagers to wait at the shore.

Three people stood upon the leaf-boat; the leader looked toward the village chief and said:

"Are the one hundred stalks of Evil-Reversing Grass ready?"

"Ready, ready!" the village chief said hurriedly, handing over the Evil-Reversing Grass.

The leader accepted the Evil-Reversing Grass:

"Good. You're called Hei Shan, right? Come down.

There is also one called Sister Chun; as discussed before, she is to go to White Town to serve as an array attendant."

The village chief patted Hei Shan on the shoulder with a smile; seeing the three people on the leaf-boat, Hei Shan bowed somewhat nervously:

"Greetings to the three lords. I hope for your guidance in the future. Hei Shan will certainly..."

As Hei Shan was speaking, the leader hurriedly waved a hand and said:

"Don't say such things. Just study hard when you go to be an apprentice, and strive to stay in White Town. Understand?"

Hei Shan's face flushed red, and he nodded heavily.

Sister Chun was also beaming with joy, walking out surrounded by the crowd, her gait even a notch higher than usual.

The village chief nodded with a face full of smiles.

The entire White Village was in high spirits, with everyone offering words of blessing.

Sister Chun stepped onto the leaf-boat and returned the greetings of the crowd one by one.

It was just at this moment.

"Sister Chun!"

A crisp female voice rang out.

Sister Chun was startled, only to see Bai Ling walking to the shore, panting for breath.

The crowd on the shore instantly fell silent.

After all, the array attendant White Town wanted had to be under thirty years old; Bai Ling was only in her early twenties, clearly younger than Sister Chun.

Choosing Sister Chun to replace Bai Ling had been the village chief's own selfish act.

If Bai Ling were to say something about the village chief's unfairness in front of the three lords from White Town, it would be difficult for him to handle.

The village chief's expression turned somewhat ugly.

Sister Chun became instantly nervous, beginning to probe the expressions of the three lords who had come from White Town.

She looked at Bai Ling nervously, her face turning pale.

In her heart, she was already growling: why did Bai Ling have to come?

A few days ago, she had clearly hinted to Bai Ling not to show up.

Could this stupid girl be trying to ruin me?

Instantly, guilt and anger filled Sister Chun's heart; she did not dare to meet Bai Ling's eyes.

"Sister Chun."

Bai Ling took out a pitch-black medicinal herb and threw it toward Sister Chun:

"I... I still owe you one medicinal herb!"

Sister Chun blankly caught the herb, looking at Bai Ling in confusion, unable to speak for a moment.

Soon, the leaf-boat moved away from White Village.

Sister Chun still stood there blankly, looking at the herb in her hand.

"Sister Chun!"

Across the black mist, Bai Ling's shout rang out.

"My parents died early; thank you for taking care of me all these years!"

Bai Ling's voice came across, and Sister Chun's body went completely rigid.

She strained her eyes to look; across the black mist, a girl on the shore was waving at her with all her might.

"Thank you!"

Sister Chun opened her mouth, only feeling as if something was stuck in her throat.

So, Bai Ling understood everything.

On the shore, the village chief let out a sigh of relief.

He glanced at Bai Ling beside him, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing and shook his head as he left.

A villager who couldn't bear to watch whispered to Bai Ling:

"Why are you thanking her? She snatched away the great opportunity that belonged to you, sigh..."

Bai Ling said nothing, only smiling at that person.

Soon, the crowd dispersed.

Bai Ling lowered her head, and a look of desolation finally appeared in her eyes.

To have one's opportunity snatched away by the person one is most grateful to—anyone would be unhappy.

However...

Bai Ling walked step by step, the faces of her parents appearing in her mind, and she missed them more and more.

Before she knew it, she had walked to Chen Yan's door.

She only glanced at it, paused slightly, and walked past.

She squatted down and took a deep breath, uncovering a pile of leaves in front of the door.

She saw a full bowl of rice that had already turned cold.

Bai Ling froze, squatting there.

"So..."

She opened her mouth, finally choking with sobs:

"Such good food... it would be a waste not to eat it."