Chapter Twelve Departure

  "Xīn ér!" -> "Dear child!"

  Ye Chen pushed open the door and saw Shen Xiang sitting on his bed, waiting for him. He wasn't too surprised and lazily plopped down into a chair, looking at Shen Xiang and asking in a soft voice, "When did you arrive?"

  "Brother Chen! Are you still choosing to go?"

  "Yes!"

  Ye Chen thought for a moment before directly answering Shen Xiang. After all, Ye Chen, who had now mastered the 'Swift Thunder Flash', was much more confident than before.

  "Brother Chen, you must be careful!"

  Ye Chen nodded, revealing a confident smile, and slowly stood up, walked to the side, took out a bottle of "tonic" that he had originally hidden in a secret corner, and handed it to Shen Xiang: "Xiang'er, this is for you!"

  "Is this what you've refined? How come it's **, not a dan medicine?"

  Shen Xiang looked at the ** inside the jade bottle, her slender eyebrows furrowed together, and asked in puzzlement.

  "This is called Nourishing Liquid. From now on, when you cultivate, you don't have to worry about your body's endurance. Even if your muscles are injured, as long as you add three drops of Nourishing Liquid into the water and then soak in it for a while, you can fully recover!"

  "What?" Listening to Ye Chen's explanation, Shen Xiang was shocked and couldn't close her mouth, hastily saying: "How is this possible? Generally, those who can quickly recover their bodies are all elixirs, and the lowest grade is second-grade elixir! Could it be... Brother Chen, is this a second-grade spiritual liquid?"

  Ye Chen smiled mysteriously and said, "This is not a second-grade spiritual liquid!"

  Upon hearing this, Shen Xiang was even more shocked and stared at Ye Chen in disbelief, her voice trembling with surprise: "Could it be the Third Rank?"

  Ye Chen smiled wryly and shook his head slightly.

  "Impossible, Brother Chen! How could you possibly refine a fourth-grade spiritual liquid? Even the chief alchemist of the Lianyun Sect can only refine third-grade elixirs!"

  Shen Xiang couldn't control the surprise in her heart, she was very clear that if a alchemist who could refine fourth-grade spiritual liquid appeared, it would represent something that any third-rate sect would fight to get their hands on. If the Sect Master of Yunzong knew that Ye Chen could refine fourth-grade spiritual liquid, let alone one Xu Feng, even ten Xu Fengs wouldn't be enough for him to give up, just to win over Ye Chen.

  Ye Chen looked at Shen Xiang's astonished expression, smiled slightly, and feared that Shen Xiang would become more and more off the mark. He explained in a low voice: "This is not a fourth-grade product, this is a first-class spiritual liquid!"

  "First-rate!" Shen Xiang was shocked: "Brother Chen, you're kidding me! How can a first-rate spiritual liquid quickly recover physical strength?"

  "Haha." Ye Chen laughed heartily: "You'll know when you come back and try it out."

  Shen Xiang's face lit up with excitement, she had always believed in Ye Chen's words, and Ye Chen had never deceived her. If Ye Chen said it was a top-grade item, then it absolutely was a top-grade item; if Ye Chen said it was useful, then it absolutely was useful. At this moment, a surge of trust rose from the bottom of her heart.

  Ye Chen lazily looked at Shen Xiang's excited appearance, feeling that the current Shen Xiang was becoming more and more enchanting, unknowingly getting infatuated.

  "Brother Chen, since you've made up your mind, take a good rest then! I'll leave first!"

  Shen Xiang felt the strange gaze from Ye Chen, her face turned red, and she muttered to herself before slowly getting up and walking outside. Her heart was racing with excitement, fearing that if Ye Chen asked her to stay, she wouldn't know whether to stay or leave.

  However, until Shen Xian walked out of the room, Ye Chen did not open his mouth to persuade her to stay. If Shen Xian turned around to take a look, she would have found that Ye Chen was actually asleep on the chair.

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  Ye Chen opened his eyes in the early morning, lazily got up, stretched his muscles and turned to look out of the window, saying to himself: "So comfortable! I haven't slept so well for a long time!"

  Then, Ye Chen slightly cleaned up and put on a cyan-colored attire he had worn before, pushed open the door and headed towards the assembly point.

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  "Qiang Ge, is Ye Chen afraid to come now?"

  A chubby young man said to a long-faced young man.

  "Hmph! It's better if he doesn't come. This way, the sect will directly expel him from the sect, and it'll also save me the trouble!"

  The young man with a long face glanced at the road down the mountain and said calmly, but from his face, it can be seen that although Ye Chen no longer has his original cultivation base now, his prestige is still there.

  "Exactly! Good riddance!"

  "Right! Right!"

  Several people nearby also chimed in and said so.

  The chubby young man furrowed his brow and continued, "Even if we don't come to be expelled from the sect, I'm afraid that Wind Master will still have us hunt him down?"

  "Alas! Ye Chen was so glorious before, but unfortunately offended Feng Shixiong, now there's only one dead end!"

  "Exactly!"

  The young man with a long face listened to the discussions of the crowd, narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure that appeared on the road down the mountain, and whispered: "He's here!"

  At these words, everyone hastily stopped talking and looked towards the road down the mountain together.

  After a moment, Ye Chen walked over with a smile on his face from afar. Seeing the strange expressions of everyone, he let out a cold laugh and said: "Sorry about that! Overslept, made you all wait for so long!"

  The young man with a long face looked at Ye Chen's calm and composed appearance, and his anger couldn't be vented, saying discontentedly: "What are you putting on airs for? Do you still think you're the same as before? What kind of thing are you now?"

  Upon hearing this, Ye Chen's face was filled with killing intent. He suddenly turned his head and glared at the long-faced youth, a fierce battle intent rising up within him.

  Looking at Ye Chen's gaze, the long-faced young man was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took a step back.

  To know that the long-faced youth was the highest in cultivation here, he was a cultivator of the fifth level of fragmentation. However, when he saw Ye Chen's gaze, he involuntarily took a step back, from which it could be seen that Ye Chen's prestige among these people still existed.

  Ye Chen let out a cold snort and didn't continue to entangle himself, turning around and leaving directly. If it were the old Ye Chen, he would have probably taken action immediately, but now Ye Chen understood that he wasn't a match for Long Yan at all, so he could only endure for now and wait for an opportunity.

  Watching Ye Chen leave, the chubby young man walked to the side of the long-faced youth and said in a low voice: "Qiang Ge, what are you afraid of? He's just a waste now!"

  The long-faced young man glared at the chubby youth, snorted in anger and followed Ye Chen closely.

  The chubby youth looked at the long-faced youth walking away, a sinister smile on his face, muttering to himself: "What are you, still putting on airs for me? This time I killed Ye Chen, and now I'll let you die outside too." Immediately, he put on a kind smile and chased after him.

  All the way, no one spoke, but a discerning eye could clearly see that the other nine people had isolated Ye Chen, and their walking positions were all surrounding Ye Chen in the center, as if they were afraid that Ye Chen would suddenly run away.

  Ye Chen didn't know what everyone was thinking, but he just smiled coldly and didn't expose them. He continued to move forward silently, but in his heart, he had already begun to plan how to kill all these people.

  Ye Chen understood that it was either him or the other person who would die, and in order to stay alive, he had to kill everyone. Otherwise, if word got back to his sect that he had killed a fellow disciple, he would likely be killed by the sect itself without anyone else having to lift a hand.

  As the morning sun in the sky slowly approached the west, Ye Chen and his group had been walking for a whole day without resting for a moment, but for these cultivators, this was just a trivial matter.

  As the long-faced youth gestured, everyone stopped and saw a small village standing quietly in the distance on the open ground.

  The young man with a long face glanced at Ye Chen, then looked at the village in the distance: "We've arrived, it's that village up ahead where we'll be seeking help!" He then turned around to look towards the northeast direction of the village, pointing with his hand and saying softly: "Our mission target this time is on that mountain over there. There's a group of more than thirty bandits, all of whom possess some strength. The strongest among them is their leader, who has achieved the Fourth Stage of Body Tempering. The rest are at the First or Second Stage."

  The young man with a long face glanced at everyone and finally looked at Ye Chen, saying: "We've been rushing for a day, and everyone is a bit tired. Let's go to the village first to rest, and discuss what to do tonight."

  Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and glanced at everyone before nodding at the long-faced young man: "Alright!"

  Then everyone followed the long-faced young man and walked towards a nearby village...

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