From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 47 Ye Kui
Under the archway, four or five figures gathered around a wooden table, trying to find a way to enter the ancient village of Taohuayuan.

Chen Xuan walked from the foot of the mountain, stood behind the crowd, and observed the situation.

"This is the token."

A young monk took out a family token from his bosom and handed it respectfully to the ancient scholar.

He was about twenty years old, with a dignified demeanor, and came from a Qi-cultivating family in Chiya City. Chen Xuan only needed to take a glance to tell that this man had quite good Qi and blood, and was a cultivator in the second stage of the Immortal Realm.

"My father met your ancestor twenty years ago and was given the title 'Tao Zang Zi'."

The young man pointed to the book on the table and said with a rather proud look, "His name should be in this book."

"Oh, that's awesome."

The ancient scholar replied perfunctorily, took the token, glanced at it, sneered, then flipped through the book, quickly found a name, and asked:

"Lin Fang, right? There really is such a person. Twenty years have passed. Has he become a Daozang master now?"

"No, but I'm 60% sure."

"Oh, so it's trash."

The ancient scholar snorted, drew a big cross on Lin Fang's name, turned to an ancient guard beside him and ordered:

"Go to the warehouse later and throw the things that Lin Fang used twenty years ago to those solitary savages outside the mountain...just exchange them for something."

Chen Xuan was stunned when he heard this. He thought, could it be that his harpoon and fishing net also fell into the hands of the ancients outside the mountain? That would really become a piece of junk.

But he felt that the material of the harpoon was extraordinary, and it was cold to the touch, so its origin should not be too bad.

The young man's face was very ugly, and he whispered back, "My father is not a waste..."

“You’re even worse.”

The ancient scholar said this with a sarcastic expression, then waved his hand impatiently and continued, "Go into the village. Tomorrow, tell the old ancestor about your father's affairs. Ha, the old ancestor probably won't be interested in listening... Your descendants will never have such a good opportunity in the future."

After the ancient scholar finished speaking, he turned to look at the remaining people and was about to speak when suddenly his gaze fixed on Chen Xuan's face.

"Hey, you..."

The ancient scholar examined Chen Xuan and muttered to himself, "Your aptitude has a hint of ancient features..."

He himself is an ancient man with a sharp eye. He can tell the strength of a cultivator's bones at a glance. For example, the young man whom he calls "even more useless" has a bone strength of less than 5,000 kilograms, which is far from comparable to that of the ancients.

But Chen Xuan is different. The weight of his root bones is more than 8,000 kilograms. After three transformations, although he is slightly inferior to the ancients, he is very close.

Some ancient people with weaker constitutions may not be able to compare with Chen Xuan.

Having an ancient appearance definitely means that one has good aptitude.

"I also have an ancient appearance?"

Chen Xuan was happy because he knew that Yan Yushu was considered to have an ancient appearance, but he did not expect that he would be described as such at this moment.

Upon hearing the sound, the other ancient people holding weapons also looked at Chen Xuan in surprise, feeling shocked, because such people were too rare, and in the future they would be able to cultivate their physical strength to the same level as them by practicing Qi.

The ancient scholar nodded, then sighed, "Among the people I've met today, your physique is currently ranked in the top two."

As he spoke, he turned the book over in front of Chen Xuan and said:
"Please write down your name and the token... In the future, your descendants, regardless of their qualifications, can come to see the ancestor once with the token and tell him your story."

Young people in the past no longer had this kind of treatment.

"good.,"

Chen Xuan nodded, lowered his head and glanced at the booklet, only to see that there were already quite a few names written on it.

"..."

"Yan Yushu, keepsake: forget it."

"Ye Kui, keepsake: There are too many hatreds in the world, how dare there be descendants? I will let it go."

"Xie Cheng, token of trust: Xie family token of Red Crow City."

"king……"

"..."

Chen Xuan picked up the brush, thought for a moment, and wrote directly:
"Chen Xuan." "Keeping Token: Everyone has let it go, so I'll let it go too."

The ancient scholar took it and looked at it. He was stunned and said, "Forget it? You people of later generations are really interesting. You don't consider future generations, right?"

The future is uncertain and I don’t know where to go.

How could there be any bondage in this dark age? Bonds are weaknesses, so there's no need to even think about them.

Soon, Chen Xuan walked through the archway and headed up the mountain.

In the back, the fiery red fox stood on tiptoe, his hands on the table, poking his cute head out, tilting his foxy face upwards, and muttering a lot of words: "A token? This little fox's face is the token..."

The ancient scholar pulled out a book from the bottom of a stack of books, roughly found a name, and then put it on the mountain.

……

……

Peach trees shade the mountain road, and in the ancient village on the mountainside, there are tracts of mulberry and bamboo, revealing the greenness.

Children as thin as lotus roots chased chickens and dogs along the path, each step carrying them several meters, causing chaos. In the yard, women and children were grinding mills with the strength of oxen, making a rumbling sound...

Chen Xuan walked into the ancient village and looked around.

At this moment, many cultivators and ghosts from the Southern Wilderness have arrived here. The place where they landed is closer to the ancient village of Peach Blossom Spring than Chen Xuan, so they arrived first.

In the distance, a large group of young talents, surrounded by a woman with long black hair like a waterfall, were visiting the customs and culture of the ancient village.

Yan Yushu was wearing an eye-catching black dress, but her exquisite and impeccable face was not made up, but was clear and ethereal, with a strong sense of beauty in contrast, like a fairy lotus that grew out of the mud without being stained, and washed by the clear water without being coquettish.

She stood among a group of young talents, her figure as slender and graceful as a willow branch, like a bright pearl surrounded by dim stars in the dark night. A group of people passed by Chen Xuan with great momentum.

"Make way, fellow Taoists, please make way." A descendant of a noble family shouted on the narrow country road.

"..."

Chen Xuan was very conscious and had already cleared the way in advance, leaning against the courtyard wall and passing by the crowd.

These cultivators in the territory of Red Crow City are either young geniuses who have come in by relying on their own talents, or disciples of aristocratic families who have deep backgrounds and the legacy of their predecessors. They are all big figures that the casual cultivators in the mountains and swamps cannot afford to offend.

Not only Chen Xuan, but others were also affected and had to make way...

"Ah!"

Not far away, there was a young man with a sword hanging from his waist, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth. He stared at the backs of Yan Yushu and others as they left, with a look of contempt, and commented:
"A bunch of idiots being toyed with and exploited by pretty girls."

Chen Xuan saw that in the crowd ahead, there were several disciples from aristocratic families, including Xie Cheng, a young genius from the Xie family, a Taoist aristocratic family. They were deliberately acting ugly and funny next to Yan Yushu, hoping to attract the attention of the beauty.

Yan Yushu behaved very dignified and elegantly, with a faint smile on her face from beginning to end, which seemed intimate but was actually perfunctory... She was like this to everyone, but everyone felt that they were the one who was treated specially.

The news that Yan Yushu became Lu Zhuan's disciple spread, and now his status and position rose rapidly, completely surpassing those disciples from aristocratic families. The gap in status made them pursue and be obsessed with him even more, but they could not get him.

"Buzz!"

The blue-purple talisman in Chen Xuan's sleeve vibrated, and a woman's cheerful voice, as clear as a wind chime, came out:
"You're here! Where are you staying tonight? I'll come find you right away!"

"..."

Chen Xuan heard it, but didn't reply, and even ignored it in his mind.

Because there are more important things happening at this moment.

Chen Xuan was staring at the young man on the side of the road who was making sarcastic remarks.

The young man was about twenty years old, with a heroic appearance, narrow eyes, a thin face, a wasp waist and mantis legs, and a well-proportioned and powerful body. It was obvious that he was a martial arts practitioner.

At this moment, the young man raised his chin, crossed his arms around his chest, stretched his left foot forward, and stood in a very casual posture. He stared at Yan Yushu's back, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

Chen Xuan first glanced at him casually, turned his head away, was stunned for a second, turned his head again, and stared at the young man.

"This person's martial arts skills are very strong. No, very strong. Stronger than anyone I have ever seen."

This astonishing thought suddenly occurred to his mind.

(End of this chapter)