Chapter 924: 924. Chapter 922: Suppress Everything

924. Chapter 922: Suppress Everything

I willingly accept defeat and gladly endure punishment!

Jiang Heng clasped his fists tightly, then gritted his teeth and said, "However, I still want to ask Young Master Yu Heng, which woman possesses such profound fortune as to have captured your heart?"

"What you say makes sense, so I also don't understand; since I don't understand, I want to find out exactly what happened here."

……

Lu Yuan's side.

Just as he reached the entrance of the secret realm, he felt an inexplicable oppressive pressure, making the bloodline power within his body unable to be used freely.

Even his cultivation could not be mobilized.

A strange force was corroding his body.

If not for Lu Yuan's robust physique, his flesh a hundred times stronger than an ordinary person's, then relying solely on this strange force, he would have died outright.

"This strange aura seems to contain a hint of demonic intent—what exactly is this?" Lu Yuan's expression changed slightly.

He had once obtained the demon race's inheritance.

He was extremely sensitive to the demon race's aura.

Although this aura was extremely faint and slight, nearly nonexistent, Lu Yuan still clearly detected it.

Lu Yuan did not know that this strange aura was actually the demon race's aura sealed upon that stone statue inside the Demon God's Ancient Tomb, and this demon aura also greatly increased the threat posed by that stone statue.

"Senior Brother Lu Yuan, that strange aura seems to be growing denser!"

"If this continues, our strength will be suppressed!"

Jiang Tai and the others all spoke up.

A flash of ruthlessness appeared in Jiang Tai's eyes as he spoke in a deep voice.

"Senior Brother Lu Yuan, if you insist on going alone, then don't blame me for being ruthless. I will cut off your arms; if you don't want to die, you'd better surrender willingly!"

Swish—

Jiang Tai suddenly drew his waist sword, its blade light transforming into a white ribbon-like flash as he slashed toward Jiang Xu.

The sword aura fell from the sky.

Just as that white ribbon was about to strike Jiang Xu's shoulder, a cold snort suddenly echoed from the void.

Hum! The void trembled.

Accompanying that cold snort, a vast, overwhelming, domineering, icy sword aura brimming with destructive intent burst forth from nothingness, instantly shattering the sword aura.

With a loud bang.

The sword aura burst apart, turning into a sweeping blade light.

Yet this sword aura's momentum did not wane; it slammed into Jiang Tai's chest, blasting him backward and causing him to fall several zhang away.

Pfft! He spat out a mouthful of blood, Jiang Tai's face filled with shock as he lifted his head.

Only then did they see a towering figure suspended in midair.

His stature was tall and sturdy, his body surrounded by violent thunder, a silver long robe fluttering loudly against the howling gale.

His black hair flew wildly, his handsome face bearing a cold expression.

"Who... who are you?" Jiang Tai stared wide-eyed and roared.

This person could actually block his full-powered strike.

His combat strength is at least on his level! Jiang Heng's pupils also contracted, panicking as he said, "You... you are Jiang Chen?"

"Huh?"

Jiang Chen glanced at the two, then landed before Jiang Xu, examining his blood-soaked body, and asked with concern, "Brother, how are your injuries?"

"I'm fine, but..."

Jiang Xu took a deep breath and pointed forward.

Jiang Chen froze.

He looked up.

At a distance of a hundred meters from them, Lu Yuan lay on the ground, one arm dangling, blood pouring out, wailing incessantly. Beside him lay a graceful, charming figure.

It was Yang Xuechan! "How is Junior Sister Lu?" Jiang Chen hurried forward.

Yang Xuechan struggled to open her eyes, she glanced at her blood-stained right wrist, her pretty face deathly pale: "Senior Brother, my hand is ruined!"

Hiss! Jiang Chen sucked in a cold breath, he reached out and grabbed Yang Xuechan's bloodied hand; after examining it, his face turned utterly grim: "Who did this?" Lu Yuan struggled to sit up.

His body was covered in wounds, utterly miserable, yet he still grinned foolishly, shaking his head and saying, "I did this myself, it has nothing to do with others!"

"Damn it!"

Jiang Chen let out a low growl, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He glanced at the unconscious Yang Xuechan, turned his head toward Lu Yuan, and solemnly said, "Senior Brother Lu, rest assured, I will surely avenge you!"

"Junior Brother, thank you."

Lu Yuan forced out a smile, "Hurry and save Miss Yang; she's been poisoned with a deadly toxin—if delayed, she will surely die!"

"Good!"

Jiang Chen nodded, then turned and rushed toward Yang Xuechan.

All the way he ran.

His speed surpassed lightning; a few leaps brought him to Yang Xuechan's side, where he seized her bloodied wrist, and a mighty surge of spiritual energy flowed into it, helping her metabolize the medicine.

"Hmm..."

The unconscious Yang Xuechan let out a muffled groan, and on her pale, pretty face, a hint of color finally returned.

Her breathing gradually steadied.

Jiang Chen exhaled in relief, then immediately lifted his head.

When his gaze fell, his whole body stiffened on the spot; only seeing in the not‑far void, a tall figure stood.

This is an old man in a grey robe, his brows revealing a sense of vicissitude and wisdom, with his hands behind his back, silently gazing at himself.

The old man's complexion was gentle, like spring sunshine, making people feel refreshed and delighted.

But his deep gaze gave an unfathomable feeling, like a vast ocean, making it impossible to see his true strength.

"Who are you?" Jiang Chen took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

"I am the Vice Sect Leader of Wu Sheng Shan, Li Wen Yuan!"

The old man spoke slowly, "You must be the Jiang Chen that Lu Yuan spoke of, right?"

"Vice Sect Leader of Wu Sheng Shan?"

Jiang Chen's pupils contracted sharply, his heart pounding wildly, and he thought to himself.

Jiang Xu is the direct descendant of Ninth Prince Jiang Wan Nian, also possessing a fifth‑grade ancestral bloodline, his status in the imperial family is exalted.

According to his character and way of doing things, it is absolutely impossible for him to contend with others for the inheritance of Wu Sheng Shan.

But now…

And yet the person who made the move is Li Wen Yuan!

"Could it be that the inheritance of Wu Sheng Shan has already been obtained by him, so he deliberately lured Jiang Xu to come to his death?"

……

On Lu Yuan's side, thanks to Jiang Heng's rescue, everyone managed to escape the siege of the evil cultivators.

At this moment, they all gathered beside Jiang Heng.

"Brother Heng, what exactly just happened? Why did those evil cultivators suddenly stop attacking?" a blue‑clothed young man frowned and asked in puzzlement.

His name is Jiang Lin.

Under Jiang Heng's command he ranks thirty‑sixth, and is also a four‑star alchemy apprentice.

Jiang Heng's gaze swept over the four directions.

When he clearly saw the dense, scattered corpses of evil cultivators all over this canyon, even though he was usually calm, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

"These evil cultivators……"

"Brother Heng, these guys should all be dead, right?" Jiang Lin pressed.

"Dead……"

Jiang Heng sighed and muttered.

"I never expected them to have already entered the Ancient Secret Realm in advance, and set an ambush outside the canyon, taking advantage of my and Lu Yuan's lack of preparation to deploy a formation that trapped us." (End of chapter)