Novel Full Chapter 130: Death Prison
Reincarnation Ended.
This Reincarnation Rating: B- (No other reason, the world is unpredictable)
Accumulated Cultivation: Martial Spring Realm Peak
Reincarnation Reward: Hidden Immortal Art Mastery
Reincarnation settlement complete. The host will return to the previous reincarnation record point, inherit the accumulated cultivation from this reincarnation, and restart life.
The first reaction of Chen Yan after being reborn again was that his true qi had become several times more profound and powerful.
And that point of Clear Light at his Martial Spring had also become sharper and more unstoppable.
But compared to the further progress of the Hidden Immortal Art, he had something more perplexing troubling him.
Chen Yan found it utterly unreasonable.
Why?
He had publicly accused He Furen of his crimes in front of over twenty thousand cultivators from various major immortal cultivation sects gathered at Heavenly Summit Mountain.
Yet, He Furen had slapped him to death with a single palm strike.
On what grounds?
How dare he?
Even if he, Chen Yan, died, wouldn’t He Furen’s actions be equivalent to smashing a cracked pot—a desperate, self-destructive act?
Killing the Chief Disciple of the Kongshan Sect’s main lineage in public because of an accusation?
Even Huo Mu couldn’t protect him from the consequences, right?
Moreover, he had only made an accusation against him and hadn’t presented any substantial evidence.
If we’re really talking about smashing a cracked pot, it hadn’t reached that point yet.
He Furen still had plenty of room to maneuver.
Chen Yan’s goal was only to shake his current dictatorial authority on Heavenly Summit Mountain.
Chen Yan didn’t understand, couldn’t figure out why things had developed this way.
“Why have you stopped?”
Suddenly, a voice came from ahead of him.
Chen Yan looked up and forward. Standing there was precisely the True Dharma Elder of Qingchan Peak, Bai Qiming.
The reincarnation record point this time was the moment when he and Bai Qiming were heading to the Daoyan Arena together.
It was Bai Qiming who had instructed him to publicly accuse He Furen.
Even someone as astute as Bai Qiming probably hadn’t anticipated that He Furen would dare to slap Chen Yan to death with a single palm.
Because, this was completely…
Unreasonable and utterly baffling!
Chen Yan’s mind was still in a state of confusion, because the other party killing him was completely not playing by the rules…
No, it could be called a table-flipping move.
“Elder Bai.”
Chen Yan spoke up:
“I believe my accusation might not carry enough weight to shake Elder He’s authority.”
“No, the words of the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain carry sufficient weight. Moreover, you shone brilliantly at the Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry…”
“This disciple has a more secure method.”
Chen Yan said.
“What?”
Bai Qiming asked.
“This disciple believes we should first establish some contact with Elder Wen, coordinate our approach, and then proceed to hold Elder He accountable for his crimes. Otherwise, it might be too abrupt.”
Chen Yan continued.
Upon hearing this, Bai Qiming’s expression became somewhat inscrutable:
“If you think that’s feasible.”
He didn’t deny Chen Yan’s suggestion, then took a token from his waist.
Written on the token were the four large characters: “Qingchan True Dharma.”
…
Just like in the previous reincarnation, Chen Yan entered the Daoyan Arena.
Only this time, he didn’t stride into the arena openly. Instead, he walked towards the viewing stand.
The elders from the various peaks and veins of the Kongshan Sect showed somewhat surprised expressions upon seeing Chen Yan step onto the viewing stand, but none of them said anything.
Chen Yan walked to the higher area and stopped in front of Wen Hongli and He Furen.
“Chen Yan?”
Wen Hongli looked up, slightly stunned for a moment.
According to He Furen’s orders, the direct disciples of the Kongyuan Mountain lineage should have been under house arrest within the Slaying Heaven Pavilion.
“Elder Wen.”
Chen Yan respectfully bowed with clasped hands:
“May we speak in private?”
“Chief Disciple Chen, shouldn’t you be properly by your Master and Martial Uncle’s side? What brings you to the Daoyan Arena?”
Before Wen Hongli could answer, He Furen spoke up first.
Chen Yan took out Bai Qiming’s token from his robe:
“Elder Bai ordered me to come and discuss some matters with Elder Wen.”
“What matters?”
He Furen asked.
“I cannot say.”
Chen Yan smiled.
“Such tight lips. It must be something of great importance.”
He Furen also said with a smile.
Only, his smile was, as always, extremely unpleasant to look at.
Wen Hongli and He Furen exchanged a glance.
Then, Elder Wen stood up.
“Let’s go.”
He said to Chen Yan.
Chen Yan followed behind Wen Hongli.
Wen Hongli’s back was tall and broad. This True Dharma Elder of Kongyuan Mountain enjoyed Yun Yichen’s deep trust.
Therefore, his relationship with the direct disciples of the Sect Leader’s lineage was also very good.
He should be able to trust him…
Thinking this, a peculiar sense of déjà vu arose in Chen Yan’s heart.
A person he could trust.
An extremely young face surfaced in his mind.
Lu Li.
He had once died because he believed Lu Li would appreciate his talent.
As for Wen Hongli then…
Chen Yan suddenly realized he had overlooked one thing all along.
For Chen Yan himself, everything would start over from the beginning after his death.
But for others, that wasn’t the case.
He Furen’s actions must have been the result of careful deliberation.
As the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain, the name “Chen Yan” carried significant weight, whether within the Kongshan Sect or anywhere in the Chenping Continent.
If he killed him in front of everyone, He Furen would certainly face severe, inescapable consequences.
Yet he still did it.
“Just why…”
Chen Yan followed behind Wen Hongli, looking up at the Heavenly Summit Palace in the sky.
And above that was the barrier, shaped like an inverted bowl, covering the entire Heavenly Summit Mountain.
“……”
Chen Yan’s breath hitched.
An extremely terrifying hypothesis appeared in his mind.
Also flashing through his mind was the glance exchanged between Wen Hongli and He Furen just now on the viewing stand.
“Alright, what did you want to tell me?”
On the deserted street, Wen Hongli turned around and asked Chen Yan.
“I hope Elder Wen can trust my character, Chen Yan’s!”
Chen Yan immediately bowed with clasped hands, almost a ninety-degree bow:
“Junior Sister Qin’s death was absolutely not the doing of my Master and Martial Uncles! I implore Elder Wen to see clearly and judge fairly for us disciples of Kongyuan Mountain!”
“Is this what you wanted to say?”
Wen Hongli asked again.
“Junior Sister Qin’s master, Elder Bai Qiming of Qingchan Peak, also believes we are innocent. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lent me his token…”
“Of course I understand the character of Zhong Yin, Yue Chi, and the others. Qi Feng and Yan Tang, I even watched them grow up.”
Wen Hongli sighed:
“Rest assured, I will definitely fight for you.”
“Thank you, Elder Wen.”
Chen Yan deliberately showed an expression of relief.
But he didn’t believe a single word Wen Hongli had said.
“Come, let’s return to the Daoyan Arena. Since you’re here, you might as well watch the decisive battle between Chu Xiyao and Qin Qingyu to the end.”
Wen Hongli said.
“That won’t be necessary. It’s better for this disciple to return to the Slaying Heaven Pavilion.”
“Then I won’t insist.”
“This disciple takes his leave first. Thank you for your kindness, Elder Wen.”
After saying this, Chen Yan immediately left this empty street and also left the Daoyan Arena.
He walked in the direction of the Slaying Heaven Pavilion, once again looking up at the barrier in the sky.
If his hypothesis could be confirmed, then everything would make sense.
Chen Yan could also understand why He Furen would slap him, the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain, to death without any hesitation.
Because from the very beginning, he never intended to let anyone leave Heavenly Summit Mountain alive.
The “barrier” Wen Hongli had created over the Heavenly Summit Palace wasn’t to prevent the murderer from escaping—
It was to establish a prison of death.