System crash? I prove it with my control panel!

A fake world of cultivation: fighting to the death, rivers of blood, a fight to the last man!

The real world of cultivation: Can reconciliation be achieved by taking a step back and opening up a wider world?

The above is Chen Wen's summary after experiencing a series of events.

Humans are afraid of death; clinging to life is human nature.

Who would risk their life and fight to the death for a little bit of resources?

Aside from the greenhorns who are just starting out, there are only those rogue cultivators who have been on the verge of death since childhood.

The disciples of the Qingming Sect are all of extraordinary backgrounds and have access to all kinds of resources.

If a dispute arises, the worst that can happen is that the loser has to go to the victim's home to apologize and send some gifts to settle the matter.

Even He Yuzhu wouldn't do something so foolish.

Face? What's that worth? A few spirit stones? A few years of lifespan?

Oh, right, there's another type: the villain who goes against the chosen one.

Such people are swept up by destiny, disregarding everything else, sparing no expense, even dragging their families down with them, and wanting the chosen one of destiny to die.

In the end, the family was destroyed, and upon reflection, it turned out that it was all for a single elixir.

It should be known that in the world of cultivation, all great power lies within oneself, and no one can say for sure whether that seemingly insignificant guy is a cunning schemer.

Cherishing life is an instinct.

But when Liu Hongchen tried to reconcile with him that day, Chen Wen refused outright.

He has class too.

We cannot allow ourselves to be manipulated by others.

Besides, you know to shake your nose when it falls into your mouth, why didn't you do that sooner!

Chen Wen sensed Liu Hongchen's cultivation level and found that it was still at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and it had not yet been perfected.

Moreover, his every word and action was like that of a merchant, carrying a cunning and shrewd air, and had fallen into the trap of conventionality.

This means that she has been assimilated by the secular atmosphere outside the sect. For her, cultivating the Dao is no longer the top priority; earning spirit stones is. Every word and action is calculated.

Those eyes that once amazed me are gone forever.

The little girl who blushed even though her cultivation level wasn't high enough to control a sword was already dead.

Therefore, Chen Wen was not afraid of her.

Currently, she is not qualified to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Chen Wen was confident that even if she were to fight someone below the Foundation Establishment stage, he would defeat her within three moves!

As for his own talismans, artifacts, arrays, and other products, it doesn't matter who he sells them to; who would turn down spirit stones?

It was now the third day since Qin Shuiru left.

After making some preparations, Chen Wen reported to the sect and then left the sect on his sword.

Since true disciples don't need to do tasks, and he is a quiet person.

Therefore, this was his first time leaving the sect.

"Going home...what a foreign word!"

Chen Wen gazed at the ever-changing scenery in the sky and murmured to himself.

I feel inexplicably sad.

I have no home.

This trip back home is also about severing the last remaining connection I have with my family.

He glanced back at the Qingming Sect as it gradually disappeared into the distance and shook his head inwardly.

If I were truly an eight-year-old child, I might actually consider the sect my home.

Unfortunately, this family is too realistic, so realistic it's suffocating.

Chen Wen finally understood the complex emotions Qin Shuiru had when she talked to him about the Qingming Sect.

"Coo coo~"

Sensing its owner's dejected mood, the little snowflake on its shoulder suddenly let out two affectionate chirps.

Chen Wen smiled and said, "I understand. Luckily, you're here with me. Thank you!"

"Coo coo~"

"An extra meal? You won't gain weight from eating it, why would you need an extra meal!"

"Coo coo!"

...

Along the way, the light snowflakes chirped and chattered, so it wasn't too lonely.

It took nearly half a month to get here, but less than three days to return.

Chen Wen had already spotted the city gate of Yongchen County.

Although it was faster, Chen Wen sensed something was wrong with the distance; Guide Prefecture was extremely far from the Qingming Sect.

Back then, I was only riding a mixed-blood scale horse, yet it only took me a few days to reach the Azure Nether Sect.

Now, empowered by the Yi Wood Escape Technique, he traveled a thousand miles in an instant and flew for three days.

After a moment's thought, Chen Wen could only attribute the cause to Old Wang, the housekeeper.

This old guy had already shown his true colors long ago. How could an ordinary Qi Refining stage cultivator cross the continent with one person so quickly?

Unfortunately, Chen Wen couldn't find his whereabouts and could only return to the Chen family to try his luck again.

Chen Wen passed through several towns and cities along the way.

Chen Wen's only impression was that he was weak!

Are they really cultivating immortality?

This idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Although they were both at the ninth level of Qi Refining, Chen Wen felt as if he could be killed with a single finger.

Even the weakest disciples in the sect, those only fit to guard the spirit fields, are far stronger than them.

His cultivation was weak and unstable, his spiritual energy was mixed, and his meridians and dantian were corroded by the poison of pills, making them feel like rotten wood that would fall apart at the slightest touch.

A truly broken feeling!

The disciples from each family were better, but not by much. If you really had to point out a difference, it would probably be that one could be killed instantly, while the other required some effort.

However, it's still just one finger, so there's not much difference.

Even major foundation-building repairs from outside couldn't pose a threat to Chen Wen; it seems only a full-blown war would pose a real threat.

Chen Wen then learned that there were two types of cultivators in the Azure Netherworld: Azure Netherworld Sect cultivators and other cultivators.

While pondering.

Chen Wen landed directly on Chenjia Mountain, emitting his aura.

Auras surged into the sky.

A hoarse, angry shout rang out: "Insolence! Who dares to cause trouble in my Cao family... Greetings, Your Excellency!"

The owner of the voice suddenly stopped mid-air, fell directly to the ground, knelt down, head bowed, trembling.

Several figures following behind followed suit upon seeing this.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

Then came the mortals...

For a moment, on the entire mountain, apart from Chen Wen, there was no one else standing.

Chen Wen raised an eyebrow, not expecting this guy to give him such a hard time as soon as he arrived, looking at the shattered bluestone beneath his knees...

You're really tough on yourself!

It's ruthless!

However, Chen Wen's focus was on the Cao family he had just mentioned.

He frowned and asked,

"The Cao family? I had no idea that my Chen family's land had become the Cao family's territory."

Upon hearing this, the old man below turned deathly pale, broke out in a cold sweat, and kowtowed repeatedly, his voice trembling as he said,

"My lord, three years ago... the Foundation Establishment ancestor of the Chen family died, leaving no successor. The Chen family sold off their ancestral lands, along with several branch cities... and moved away, their whereabouts unknown..."

Seeing his panicked appearance and hesitant speech, Chen Wen knew there was something going on.

He had no intention of avenging the Chen family. No family in the world can prosper forever; decline is inevitable.

But the seal in the mud ball suddenly trembled.

This piqued Chen Wen's interest. It seemed that this old man could hear the outside world and cared about the Chen family!

he asked:

"Oh? How much does it cost?"

The old man buried himself even lower, not daring to look at the people in the sky, "One...one spirit stone!"

The old man had barely finished speaking.

boom--

The seal within Chen Wen's Niwan abruptly shattered, and black mist, like a swamp, spilled out.

A divine soul resembling Chen Wen emerged from the black mist, exuding murderous intent and possessing an eerie gaze.

The people below all looked terrified, as if facing a formidable enemy.

A murderous aura permeated the entire mountain peak, as if it were about to devour the whole mountain.

The old man kowtowed frantically, pleading, "Please, Your Excellency, spare our lives! We know we were wrong. We are willing to welcome the Chen family members back and atone with all our family fortune. My Cao family patriarch also has a past relationship with the Qingming Sect. We only beg for leniency!"

However, no sound came from above.

Only the killing intent remained.

Chen Wen was facing Chen Polang at this moment.

Inside the mud ball.

Two opposing souls, as black and viscous as swamp mud.

One face was handsome and youthful, the other a middle-aged face, weathered by life's hardships.

The young one is Chen Wen, and the middle-aged one is Chen Polang.

Chen Wen sneered, "Old Deng, you want to leave? Did you even ask me?"

"Jingwen, have you forgotten? I am your father!"

Chen Polang immediately tried to appeal to his son's emotions, hoping to awaken his conscience.

Unfortunately, Chen Wen didn't have that thing.

He said coldly, "Stop pretending, you old fool. You've always known I've never been influenced by you!"

"Hehe, Jingwen, what are you talking about? I'm just using your body for a while, how could it have any impact?"

Chen Polang spoke with a touch of emotion, as if he wasn't the one who wanted to possess Chen Wen.

He sighed:

"In my early years, I encountered a powerful enemy and managed to kill him, thus obtaining this Earthly Fiend Qi. Unfortunately, my body was severely damaged, and I could no longer continue cultivating. I had no choice but to place my hopes on you. My lifespan is not yet over, and my physical body is damaged. I only wish to accompany you on your journey."

Chen Wen chuckled, giving him a "keep pretending" look, and said, "Really? Then tell me, why are you transferring your memories to me and assimilating me?"

"Alas, Jingwen, I never expected you to misunderstand my good intentions."

Chen Polang looked heartbroken and sighed.

"Alas, it's all my fault for being foolish and not telling you sooner, causing you to miss out on opportunities. I was just passing on my insights and life experiences to you so you could avoid taking detours."

"I never imagined you'd misunderstand me and go to such lengths to deal with me..."

Chen Wen smiled. "So, you're still polluting me now, also to prevent me from taking unnecessary detours?"

"when......"

Chen Polang suddenly froze, then his face began to contort, and the ferocity in his eyes was no longer concealed.

"You noticed? No wonder you're Chen Polang's son, hahaha~"

"I've studied the Soul Possession of the Ink Swamp my whole life, how could I not be on guard? Kid, you're still too green, hahaha~"

Chen Wen watched him show off quietly, even feeling a little reluctant to interrupt him.

After several verbal probes, he finally confirmed that Chen Polang didn't know much about him.

It was probably during his several trips to Qingming City that Chen Polang had the opportunity to see the world.

As for pollution.

Yes, there are, but they are easily defeated.

With a small, withered hand, the deathly stillness instantly enveloped the pollution, which was then refined by the Xuanhuang Refining Heart Technique.

The term "pollution" is merely a method derived from the soul-storing energy of the Ink Swamp.

Don't forget, his soul was also transformed by the Xuanhuang Refining Heart Technique.

Looking at the late-stage Qi Refining soul before him, Chen Wen couldn't help but find it amusing.

To reiterate, cultivators of the Azure Nether Sect are different from cultivators from the outside world!

Chen Polang finally realized something was wrong and exclaimed in surprise:

"How come you haven't been contaminated and assimilated yet?!"

Chen Wen smiled slightly, raised his hand, and thrust a Soul-Piercing Thorn into Chen Polang's body, saying:

"Old Deng, open your eyes and look at the world. This world is different from what you think. And thank you for sending me to the Azure Nether Sect."

"From the very first day I joined the sect, I knew your purpose. I've been preparing for this day for seven whole years!"

"ah---!"

Chen Polang cried out in pain before he could dodge, but the pain was nothing compared to the shock in his heart.

The Azure Nether Sect actually allows its disciples to freely view such secrets?

Moreover, I have seen this young man travel before, and he is clearly a person of extremely high status.

But what makes him, with only a mid-grade spiritual root, so special?!

He had no time to think, nor did he want to go out to avenge his family. He transformed into a streak of light and fled towards the black mist in the Niwan Palace.

Once he enters the Soul Pool, even if he has extraordinary abilities, he won't be able to deal with me unless he stops building his foundation and tries to wear me down. Otherwise, I will still win!

However, his soul crashed headlong into the black mist and could not advance an inch.

My entire soul was smashed to pieces!

After it returned to its normal shape, he examined it again and was immediately astonished.

"You... sealed it?!"

"Otherwise what? My foolish father, why do you think I should listen to your nonsense? Hehehehe~"

Chen Wen smiled smugly.

The thorn that had been weighing on his heart for years was finally being removed, and a sense of relief welled up inside him.

He said, "Father, stop struggling! I promise you won't die so easily!"

"My son has searched for dozens of books on soul-based magic over the years, specifically to 'serve' you!"

"You...you're unworthy of being a son!"

Chen Polang couldn't help but take two steps back, his eyes filled with despair.

However, Chen Wen was too lazy to waste any more words with him.

He immediately used a soul-capturing technique to bewitch the soul and capture it.

Next, the Soul-Stealing Curse, Soul-Piercing Thorn, Soul-Splitting Finger, and Soul-Shattering Technique... were used in turn.

In an instant, a series of agonizing cries rang out from Chen Wen's Niwan (a point on the head).

Chen Wen picked at his ear, then impatiently sealed it with the Soul-Sealing Seal.

If torture can be relieved by shouting it out, then torture loses its meaning!

Only after he had had his fill, and Chen Polang's soul was almost transparent, did Chen Wen seal it away.

Then the seal on the black aura was removed.

Instantly, a feeling like swallows returning to their nest filled Chen Wen's body and soul.

This is the Soul-Gathering Pool, the root of the Earthly Fiend Qi.

Unfortunately, it had always been monopolized by Chen Polang, and I had never been able to have it.

Otherwise, he could have become even stronger, and might have already broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage!

Before leaving, he came to Chen Polang's unconscious soul, smiled smugly, and said:

"Father, Father, your defeat this time is not unjust. You should know that in the Azure Netherworld, the Azure Netherworld Sect is the most respected. How could you, a mere wandering cultivator, possibly compete with a disciple carefully nurtured by the Azure Netherworld Sect?"

"Your plan was perfect, but unfortunately, it failed due to your limited understanding. Trying to gild turd is ultimately futile..."

Chen Wen scratched his head, so excited that he almost cursed himself.

The downside of killing your own blood relatives is that you can't swear!

"Hehehehe~"

Chen Wen laughed triumphantly as he left the Niwan Palace and returned to reality.

An hour had passed in the outside world at this time.

The ordinary people on the mountain have been driven back to their rooms.

Dozens of practitioners gathered on the mountain and stood silently to one side.

An elderly man with white hair suddenly appeared in the scene, his feet seemingly falling into the air.

Upon seeing this person, the crowd below became excited and wanted to pay their respects.

However, the white-haired old man waved his hand, silencing all noise, and stared intently at the jade pendant on the waist of the handsome young man before him—Qingming Sect, Zixiao True Disciple, Chen Jingwen!

hiss--

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