Chapter 2420 - 2421: Xiao Ying

Chapter 2420: Chapter 2421: Xiao Ying

For Lin Chen, this kind of Cultivation Technique was of tremendous use, and right now he was looking forward to it with all his heart.

Yet beneath that anticipation there was still a faint trace of worry, a worry that came from the changes at the spot between Lin Chen’s brows.

According to the records in the classics, this extra meridian point outside the regular channels was only used to sense the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth, and by means of this acupoint one could hasten the progress of one’s cultivation.

He had never expected that, ever since that underground palace, it would change form so utterly.

What had originally been no more than a vermilion dot of a mark had now clearly split open into a crack, and within that crack there was an alien object.

As for this strange object, even now Lin Chen did not know what it was, yet it occupied a place within his body, forming a pupil—utterly bizarre.

All he knew was that this thing should originally have been a treasured item of a demonic sect, but there had been someone dwelling within this treasure, and after that person was eradicated, the object became masterless.

But even if it was a treasure, Lin Chen still did not want it. After all, to Lin Chen this thing was like a ticking time bomb inside him—who knew when it might erupt within his body.

Just like the current state of his Dantian and sea of consciousness.

One was completely black as ink, while within his Dantian, one part was clear and bright, another part pitch black.

These two utterly different states coexisted inside Lin Chen’s body, making him extremely ill at ease. The only thing that allowed him a hint of consolation was that this thing had not continued to wreak havoc; at least that brought Lin Chen a slight sense of relief.

"Hopefully, after this, such things won’t keep happening."

Lin Chen couldn’t help but sigh softly. He really didn’t want these strange signs to become more and more frequent.

As his thoughts turned, his body slowly moved toward Chen Lin’s dwelling.

As soon as he arrived, the aroma of food washed over him, making Lin Chen feel a sudden hunger.

Although he could now go days without eating and come to no harm, the moment that rich fragrance of dishes filled the air, his appetite was instantly roused.

After all, food is the heaven of the people. Even though he was already a cultivator, this basic nature remained, and he felt all the hungrier for it.

"We were just waiting for you."

Whether or not it was because the restrictions on that sacred item had now been fully undone, everyone’s mood seemed particularly relaxed. Smiles of true ease appeared on their faces.

"Well, how is it? Feel a lot better now, don’t you?" Chen Lin waved Lin Chen over and then spoke.

"Is that even a question? The way I looked just now, I felt like a refugee."

Sun Tianming immediately chimed in.

It really was as he said: the Lin Chen from just now and the one now were worlds apart. Before, he’d been utterly ragged, his whole body covered in mud and grime; whereas now his clothes were neat, carrying a faint scholarly air.

Still, although these words sounded somewhat awkward to Lin Chen, after he had used the pool to take a look at himself earlier, he understood perfectly why they had looked him over like that before.

"Let’s not talk about that. Hurry up and eat something."

At this moment Chen Jie happened to pick up the thread of the conversation. The dishes on the table were still steaming hot—it was clear they’d been made not long ago.

...

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Chen sat outside, basking comfortably in the sun. This long-lost tranquility was especially precious for a cultivator.

"The Sect Master was just here. He said Pan Yan’s funeral will be held in the next few days, told us to make some preparations."

Chen Lin spoke in a low voice.

He knew the relationship between Lin Chen and Pan Yan, and he knew even more clearly that Lin Chen’s life had been saved by Pan Yan. If not for Pan Yan, Lin Chen would likely have long since drowned in that river.

Lin Chen’s expression sank slightly at the words, his face turning somewhat grim despite himself.

That grimness wasn’t directed at Chen Lin, of course. He raised his head to look at the sky; a few white clouds dotted the blue, and under the sunlight they were coated in a hazy golden sheen.

But what Lin Chen was looking at wasn’t the scenery. The sharp light in his pupils seemed as if it wanted to pierce through the void and extend ever upward.

"Pan Hao!"

Lin Chen clenched his fist, his voice extremely low.

If not for Pan Hao’s selfishness, how could such a calamity have been provoked? If not for that clan’s collection of inheritances, how would Pan Yan have acted like that?

Were it not so, Pan Yan would not have fallen and died like this. This account, Lin Chen would naturally settle with Pan Hao.

Lin Chen had always been someone who valued feelings deeply. He kept Pan Yan’s life-saving grace firmly in his heart.

"Alas, he’s gone now—there’s nothing that can be done. It’s just Xiao Ying..."

Chen Lin sighed again. He had met Xiao Ying during the few days Lin Chen had been in seclusion—such an obedient, well-behaved child.

But with Pan Yan dead now, Xiao Ying was likely the one who would suffer the most.

Lin Chen came back to himself, slowly unclenching his tightly gripped hand.

Pan Hao was in the Upper Realm now; speaking of revenge was easier said than done. For the time being he could only bury it in his heart. The matter at hand was indeed, as Chen Lin had said, Xiao Ying...

"Brother Lin Chen, how about I go keep her company later?"

At this moment Meng Shan stood up. She twisted the hem of her clothes and spoke to Lin Chen.

"All right. I’ll take you over in a bit."

Lin Chen did not object. Meng Shan’s circumstances were somewhat similar to Xiao Ying’s.

Both had experienced the death of close kin, so naturally they could truly empathize.

In that sense Meng Shan was undoubtedly the best choice to go comfort Xiao Ying.

"If you’re going, you should go now. It seems Xiao Ying refuses to see anyone at the moment, and has locked herself in together with Senior Pan’s body..."

Chen Lin sighed again. Liu Qinghan had told him about this when he came, which was exactly what made Chen Lin so worried.

"It’s that serious?"

Lin Chen was slightly taken aback, but quickly came back to his senses. He took Meng Shan by the hand, beckoned slightly to Bai Yun, and after asking Chen Lin for the location, led them swiftly toward that place.

Aside from Pan Yan, Lin Chen and Bai Yun were probably the ones Xiao Ying was most familiar with. Bringing Bai Yun along was naturally because, during Lin Chen’s coma, Bai Yun had spent the most time with Xiao Ying, and Bai Yun’s name had even been given by Xiao Ying.

He hoped that this bond could help Xiao Ying as much as possible to walk out of this shadow.

In just a short while, with Lin Chen’s rapid pace, they arrived at the place where Xiao Ying was staying.