Novel Full Chapter 82: The Ruins of the Gambling House
“Yes…”
Qin Yue’s expression suddenly turned somewhat flustered:
“Could it be that people other than Kongyuan Mountain disciples are not allowed to cultivate the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art? That… right, I’m sorry, Senior Brother Chen, I didn’t know…”
“No, it’s not that.”
Chen Yan shook his head and said:
“It’s just a bit surprising.”
He hadn’t expected Qin Yue to actually be cultivating the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art, because up until now, the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art was still only in a trial phase within Kongyuan Mountain.
Although the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art, which Chen Yan had pioneered based on the foundation of the Kongshan Art, had achieved significant improvements compared to the original Kongshan Art, both in cultivation efficiency and the smoothness of true qi flow.
But in reality, the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art had not received unanimous approval within the sect; there were many dissenting voices.
Some people believed that, although the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art indeed had some merits, it was still only pioneered by a Qi Circulation Realm cultivator, and even one who had been completely unknown before that.
Therefore, their attitude towards the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art was quite conservative.
They believed it should not be promoted within the sect until it had been verified by the sect’s Peak Elders and Grand Elders.
Some even felt that sect disciples cultivating the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art might potentially have a negative impact on their future cultivation of the Kongshan Formless Chapter.
As for this point, Chen Yan also couldn’t guarantee anything at all.
Because the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art was simply the result of Chen Yan haphazardly stacking the Purple Mansion Record and the Kongshan Art together.
Chen Yan was like a third-rate programmer, randomly referencing code and piling it together, considering it a success as long as it ran.
If disciples who cultivated the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art truly had difficulty cultivating the Kongshan Formless Chapter later.
Then Chen Yan wouldn’t mind pioneering a Purple Mansion Kongshan Formless Chapter.
It would just be another case of cobbling together a pile of messy code.
“How did you come to cultivate the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art?”
Chen Yan asked:
“Right now, only Kongyuan Mountain disciples should be cultivating this method.”
“It was a handwritten copy given to me by my master.”
Qin Yue said.
Bai Qiming?
That old fox really does trust my work.
“Tell me, where are you encountering problems in your cultivation?”
Chen Yan asked.
Subsequently, Chen Yan addressed each of her problems with the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art one by one.
And Qin Yue’s expression changed from initial confusion, to sudden understanding, and finally to admiration for Chen Yan.
Senior Brother Chen truly lives up to being the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain, he’s indeed extraordinarily brilliant!
“Senior Brother, this Purple Mansion Kongshan Art is much more obscure than the Kongshan Art. How did you accomplish all this?”
“…Research.”
Chen Yan fell silent for a moment before replying thus.
In fact, the content of the Purple Mansion Record was actually quite concise. The reason the Purple Mansion Kongshan Art became so obscure and difficult to understand was entirely because Chen Yan’s skill level was insufficient, resulting in a messy pile of code.
“I see…”
Qin Yue said thoughtfully, then suddenly seemed to remember something, widening her eyes:
“Oh right, Senior Brother Chen, some time ago I received a letter from home. There was a message in it for me to pass on to you!”
“Does His Highness the Cloud Prince have something to say to me?”
Chen Yan frowned.
“Not Father…”
Qin Yue shook her little head:
“It’s the stationed manager of Taiyun City. He wanted me to bring you a message.”
The stationed manager of Taiyun City?
The figure of that old man from the manager’s residence appeared in Chen Yan’s mind.
“What message does he want you to bring me?”
Chen Yan asked.
“I don’t really understand the specifics. He just told me to tell you four words, saying you would naturally understand once you heard them…”
Qin Yue said:
“He said, ‘Immortal Gambling Den’.”
…
Qingque Kingdom, Taiyun City.
Chen Yan, wearing the disciple robes of Kongyuan Mountain, stood before a chaotic, dust-covered ruin, the token of Kongyuan Mountain’s Chief Disciple hanging at his waist.
“We respectfully welcome Chief Disciple Chen’s esteemed presence!”
An old man wearing the outer court robes of Kongshan Sect stepped behind Chen Yan, bowing respectfully to him.
“Long time no see, Elder.”
Chen Yan placed his hands behind his back, smiling as he turned to look at the old man he had met twice before.
He was not at all like the last time he came to the manager’s residence to pay respects to the outer court steward, bowing and scraping.
In fact, after this past year, their status and positions had completely reversed.
“After a year, Chief Disciple Chen’s cultivation has truly advanced even further!”
The outer court steward said this to Chen Yan.
“Elder, you too seem well.”
Chen Yan turned back again, looking at the gambling den ruins behind him.
To this day, Taiyun City’s Immortal Gambling Den remained a pile of ruins, still not rebuilt.
It must be known that the Immortal Gambling Den occupied a prime location in Taiyun City. The fact that it hadn’t been rebuilt or renovated could only mean one thing.
It was a warning and a deterrent.
“The place remains, but the people are gone.”
Chen Yan sighed with emotion.
“Yes.”
The outer court steward straightened his back, his gaze following Chen Yan’s towards the direction of the gambling den ruins:
“But all of this is thanks to Chief Disciple Chen, isn’t it?”
“Oh?”
Chen Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly. The Hidden Immortal Art activated within him, his vast true qi surging outward, sweeping through every inch of air within ten zhang around him.
The outer court steward’s face paled slightly, but his expression remained unperturbed.
“What does Elder mean by that?”
Chen Yan asked.
“That night, after Chief Disciple Chen graced the Immortal Gambling Den late at night, several Qi Sea Realm cultivators arrived that very evening.”
The outer court steward said:
“Subsequently, those several Qi Sea Realm cultivators slaughtered all the gamblers and staff within the gambling den. Who does Chief Disciple Chen think was behind it?”
“Who?”
In fact, Chen Yan already had, or had always had, the answer in his heart.
“People from Qingchan Peak, Martial Elder Fu Qian.”
The outer court steward said.
As expected. Within expectations.
A year ago, when Chen Yan heard the news of the Immortal Gambling Den’s destruction in Taiyun City from Fu Qian’s mouth within Cangwu Residence, he had already guessed this answer.
Fu Qian wanted to silence everyone.
However, those two Yuanhua Mountain cultivators who ambushed him probably truly had nothing to do with Fu Qian. Even a year ago, he didn’t have sufficient reason to kill him.
As Lin Qifeng’s disciple, he still had some value that could be utilized.
And now, he had become the Chief Disciple of Kongyuan Mountain.
Just based on this identity alone, unless Chen Yan brought death upon himself, probably no one on the Chenping Continent would dare to actively provoke him.
“If it was Elder Fu who killed them, what does that have to do with me?”
Chen Yan asked nonchalantly.
“Chief Disciple Chen, you jest.”
The outer court steward said, sweat flowing down his forehead, caused by the intimidation of Chen Yan’s true qi pressure.
However, in his eyes, not a trace of fear could be seen:
“Wasn’t the reason Elder Fu obtained Steward Song’s list precisely because of Chief Disciple Chen?”