Chapter 812: Riding the Wind into Ming Guan
Chapter 812: Riding the Wind into Ming Guan
The liaison officer was taken aback and hesitated, "Mr. Chen, I'm not sure about Mr. Hu's situation. Should we..."
He was thinking about the one who had been inside for a while, and it was hard to say what the situation was like now. If there was a problem, then sending another person up would have to be done with caution.
Chen Chuan said, "It's precisely because we don't know his situation that we need to act quickly."
The liaison officer didn't say anything more and immediately ordered the flying boat to head towards the island.
Those white rocks could block warships, but they couldn't stop the flying boat. Usually, it was very dangerous for a flying boat to fly over the region where the fighter was located, as it was very likely to be shot down. Therefore, this was not usually done, and even now that the flying boat had a fighter on board, the staff on the flying boat couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
However, this time they didn't encounter any trouble, and it was likely that the Moon Howl Monastery was being held back by the fighter who had arrived first.
The flying boat smoothly reached the vicinity of the beach, and beyond that were the continuous houses and woods. However, from a distance, they could still make out the island, and as they approached, a mist drifted over, obscuring the view of the landscape below, and even the island seemed to have disappeared.
Chen Chuan looked down a few times and felt that this was likely the effect of some secret ceremony. He said, "Let's stop here. I'll go down from here."
After saying this, he leaped from the balcony and jumped down, his figure disappearing into the mist.
The liaison officer then ordered the flying boat to turn back and used the biodynamic field on the boat to communicate with the warship.
"Mr. Chen has already gone down. There's no problem. Mr. Chen's strength should be sufficient to handle the situation."
He had just come from the An Ying Archipelago, and during his stay there, the news from the Wave Surge Pavilion spread that Chen Chuan had won the battle and admitted defeat gracefully.
Since the reputations of the three major overseas pavilions were similar, their strengths were probably not far apart. Since Chen Chuan could easily handle Feng He Shou of the Wave Surge Pavilion, he could probably handle Xiao Yue Zhai of the An Yao Pavilion!
After Chen Chuan landed, he sank into the mist. When the mist that obscured his vision dissipated, he found himself less than ten meters above the ground. A faint glow emanated from his body, and with a boom, he landed gently. However, under the influence of the biodynamic field, the sand and soil around him floated up for a while before settling.
He looked forward, and at this point, his vision was no longer affected by the mist. When he looked at the island from the outside, it was not small, and even from the air, he couldn't see the whole picture. But on his way here, he had learned a little about the situation on the island.
An Yao Pavilion was not as opaque as Wave Surge Pavilion and Wind Forest Pavilion because there were originally many residents and followers on the island.
After Master Hongfa established the pavilion and spread the teachings, countless people came to pay respects and study the teachings. This was one of the famous biodynamic field courts of the Zen teachings in the overseas region, and many things were clear to the outside world.
Xiao Yue Zhai himself, as the successor to Master Hongfa, had a significant influence, but such a person was seen as an unstable factor by the Great Prosperity government.
The Great Prosperity government was now actively consolidating and cleaning up some of the overseas forces, and a fighter who was not affiliated with any side was definitely a major target. If the An Yao Pavilion sided with the Linax Federation, the impact would be enormous. Now, with this incident, it seemed like a perfect excuse for the Great Prosperity government.
After looking around for a while, he found the right path, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the beach. Countless flying sands burst open, and after a while, a rumbling sound echoed.
A moment later, Chen Chuan appeared on a large stone pillar, and a rumbling sound reverberated around him, causing the trees on both sides to sway.
The Ming Guan Great Hall of the An Yao Pavilion was located on the highest terrace, which was easy to identify. However, there were still many residents on the island, so he was more restrained this time and didn't just charge straight ahead. He needed to look before moving.
However, the noise he made also caught the attention of some disciples of the An Yao Pavilion who were guarding the road. They were startled and drew their swords from their waists, aiming at the top of the stone pillar.
But just by looking at Chen Chuan, their hands began to tremble. They didn't know that the visitor was a fighter, but the mutated organisms in their bodies shrank, causing a great fear to rise in their hearts, and they couldn't even take a step.
Chen Chuan didn't pay attention to them and looked around again. When his figure reappeared, he had already reached the Ming Guan Great Hall.
Here, he could see many Zen pillars and long-burning niche shrines on both sides, and in the front square stood a statue of Master Hongfa, sculpted by later generations.
There were no people in sight, and the believers who used to be here had all disappeared. The surroundings were quiet, but after a while, a tremor came from the distance, and dust fell from the roof tiles. The walls echoed with a series of reverberations.
Chen Chuan walked straight down the avenue. Although he seemed to be walking slowly, his speed was actually very fast, leaving a faint afterimage behind him. After a few steps, he saw a dilapidated stone pavilion, with only two pillars with lotus-covered basins still standing, while the stone beams and plaques lay broken on the ground.
Several Zen cultivation disciples knelt on both sides of the path, their waist swords placed on the ground, eyes closed and motionless, as if muttering something.
At this moment, a tremor reverberated from the front once more.
Chen Chuan glanced over and swiftly moved forward, arriving at the Bright Contemplation Hall ahead.
The hall was incredibly spacious, with a height of thirty to forty meters from the roof to the ground. However, the main entrance had been smashed, creating a massive hole. The edges were filled with broken wood and shattered bricks, while wall powder and dust floated in the air. A deformed bronze incense burner lay in the corner, having tumbled from its original position.
The tremors from the front resumed.
Chen Chuan wasn't in a hurry. He could discern that although the commotion was loud, it wasn't continuous. Both sides were engaged in a cautious battle, and unless one side made a significant mistake, it would be difficult to determine a winner in such a rhythm.
Therefore, he didn't rush but instead lowered his hat brim, drew his sword, and stepped inside.
After passing through the front hall, a large square appeared, where two people were facing off.
At the far end stood a lean and muscular man, quite tall, with his muscles tightly adhering to his bones, giving him a solid and robust appearance. His hair was tied in a bun, and his sideburns seemed coarse and stiff, sticking out like needles. He had a blue stubble on his chin and cheeks, likely from shaving.
He wore a white practice robe that reached the ground, adorned with incomprehensible patterns.
His eyes were unique, glowing with an orange-yellow hue and a faint radiance. In his hand, he held an Eastern Continent-style horse-cleaving saber.
Standing nearby was a towering figure, casting a shadow that covered a large area.
The man had loose, flowing hair, glaring eyes, and a prominent nose. He wore a set of golden armor, and in his hands, he held two enormous hammers as large as barrels. His entire body emanated an orange-red radiance, indicating that he had embarked on the path of becoming a divine general.
It seemed that the destruction of the buildings and the chaos during Chen Chuan's arrival were caused by this individual.
Strangely, on the ground nearby lay a severed head wearing a tiger helmet, resembling the man almost identically.
"Don't look, brother," the man said. "That's my head. It's embarrassing. I was beheaded by that guy, and my face was smashed into the ground, making a loud slapping sound."
Chen Chuan raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the man originally had two heads, and his aberrant body had reached a profound level of cultivation. No wonder he dared to rush in alone.
He looked at the speaker and asked, "Mr. Hu, are you alright?"
Hu Kan didn't beat around the bush. "This guy is powerful. I'm having a hard time holding him off. I need your help to keep this going."
Chen Chuan didn't say more. He looked at the sword-wielding figure and said, "Leave it to me."
Hu Kan added, "Be careful, brother. I'll take some medicine and join you soon. His sword is formidable, fast, and unpredictable. I couldn't keep up even with my quick reflexes..."
Chen Chuan walked past Hu Kan's position, heading straight forward.
Hu Kan took a step back, and the radiance around him dissipated. Mist emerged from his body, and his armor began to fall off. He returned to his normal appearance—a robust man in his thirties with a crew cut, a hint of mischievousness on his face. He sat on a nearby broken Zen pillar and started searching for something.
Xiao Yue Zhai watched Chen Chuan approach but didn't rush to attack. Instead, he stood there, holding his sword.
Chen Chuan walked straight up to him and stopped twenty meters away.
Xiao Yue Zhai glanced at the Snow Queen Saber in Chen Chuan's hand and asked in a deep, hoarse voice, "Are you going to fight me with that sword?"
"I won't use it," Chen Chuan replied. "I just want it to watch." As he spoke, a faint glow appeared on the sword sheath, and with a swift motion, he thrust it into the hard square bricks beneath his feet. "It has already witnessed one battle. Now it will witness another."
Xiao Yue Zhai looked at him and said in a low voice, "Are you the one who fought with Feng He Shou?"
Chen Chuan nodded. "It seems you won. Feng He Shou appears strong, but he's actually quite weak-willed. His decision doesn't surprise me. Although he seems to have preserved the Wave Surge Pavilion's legacy, the moment he made that choice, the Wave Surge Pavilion's lineage ended in the overseas territories."
"But in the future, many will learn the Wave Surge Pavilion's sword techniques," Chen Chuan continued. "Isn't that another form of inheritance? After all, times have changed. Mr. Xiao Yue, if you join the Great Prosperity, can you preserve everything you want?"
"Some conditions cannot be met by Great Prosperity," Xiao Yue Zhai replied.
Chen Chuan nodded. "I understand. Let's leave it at that." He turned to his opponent. "Mr. Xiao Yue, are you ready?"
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(End of Chapter)
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