Chapter 388 - 201: Locking On the Divine Fetus! A Fist From the Sky!

Chapter 388: Chapter 201: Locking On the Divine Fetus! A Fist From the Sky!

The woman’s eyes were indifferent as she slowly rose, putting on her clothes piece by piece.

As if nothing had happened.

"Have you learned your lesson this time?"

A calm, indifferent voice sounded out.

"I have... SOB SOB SOB..."

The handmaiden’s face was a mess of tears as she cried.

"No, you haven’t. You’re still resentful. You just think you ran into a brick wall this time. If you had the chance, you’d get your revenge a thousand, ten thousand times over."

The woman’s voice was frigid, as if she could see right through the handmaiden’s thoughts. Her phoenix eyes gazed coldly at the servant. "To truly teach you a lesson," she said, "I’ve decided to cripple your martial arts. From this day forward, you’ll just be an ordinary person!"

The handmaiden’s eyes widened in terror. She pleaded, "Please, don’t! For my years of loyal service..."

SQUELCH!

The woman in the white skirt placed her palm on the maid’s shoulder. An instant later, a wretched scream tore through the air.

AHHHH!

The handmaiden spewed a mouthful of blood and instantly went limp, her body trembling in utter terror.

’It’s over!’

’Her cultivation is gone!’

’From now on, she would be a mere mortal, destined to grow old and decay...’

Her life was over.

"I crippled your cultivation so that you would recognize your place. Don’t think so highly of yourself when you’re out and about. You have status only because of me. Without me, you’re less than a blade of straw!"

The woman in the white skirt’s gaze was ice-cold.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong."

The handmaiden’s face was covered in blood. She wept in pain, filled with a bottomless regret.

...

「On the small boat.」

The boatman rowed, his gaze fixed in shock on Chen Xuan, who stood at the prow.

He still hadn’t quite processed it.

He had lived a long life and thought he’d seen it all, but he had truly never met anyone like Chen Xuan.

’Too strange.’

"Elder, my name is Zhao Qian. I can tell you’re no ordinary man. May I ask for your name?"

The boatman asked gingerly.

"Don’t call me Elder. I’m probably not older than you. I’m only twenty this year. My name is Chen Xuan."

A calm voice drifted from the prow.

His gaze fell to his panel as he began to take stock.

’Not bad!’

Retribution Points: 681,000.

’This last encounter gave me around 540,000.’

"Twenty years old?"

The boatman, Zhao Qian, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Even the monk and the Daoist exchanged another shocked glance.

’Incredible! Absolutely incredible!’

’A twenty-year-old Outer Saint? Are you kidding me?’

Even in the deepest reaches of the endless darkness, a prodigy like that was exceedingly rare.

’They are always Princes of a Divine Country, successors to a Demon Kingdom, or the Scions of some colossal power...’

’And now one has appeared here?’

’What kind of trump card has Feng Wuji been cultivating all these years?’

To this day, they still assumed Chen Xuan had been groomed by Feng Wuji and his disciple.

"That’s right. So calling me Elder isn’t really appropriate,"

Chen Xuan said calmly.

Zhao Qian was left reeling.

’It’s true what they say: comparisons will be the death of you.’

’He himself was fifty-nine years old. He’d risked life and limb rowing this boat at the Dark Crossing just to trade for resources, and after all that, he’d only barely managed to reach the Inner Realm First Layer.’

’And now, some twenty-year-old Outer Saint just pops up out of nowhere!’

’How is anyone else supposed to live?’

"I should still call you Elder. With your level of strength, calling you Elder Chen is absolutely appropriate."

Zhao Qian responded quickly, "Are you from a Grotto Heaven, then, or from the Great Xia’s Red Dust World?"

"The Red Dust World. Why? Are you interested?"

Chen Xuan asked.

"I was just being nosy, that’s all. To be honest with you, I’m also from the Great Xia’s Red Dust World. A long time ago, I was a member of the Great Xia Royal Family. Unfortunately, the Royal Family was in decline and couldn’t keep the major sects in line. I was constantly being pushed aside within the court, so in a fit of pique, I cut all ties and came to the Dark Crossing to try my luck. It’s been over twenty years now, in the blink of an eye."

Zhao Qian’s expression was complex as he replied.

"You were part of the Great Xia Royal Family?"

Chen Xuan looked at him, surprised.

’He doesn’t look the part!’

’How’d he end up in such a sorry state?’

’Forced to tear his own mouth and pull his own teeth just because someone said a word?’

"Yes. I’ve brought shame upon my ancestors,"

Zhao Qian said, ashamed. "But Great Xia’s decline is an undeniable fact. Take the people on that large ship from before—they all belong to powerful factions at the Dark Crossing. The entire Great Xia Dynasty can’t afford to offend any of them.

The woman is from the Yun family, one of the four great families. They have an Outer Saint Peak expert holding down the fort. The two men in blue robes you killed were from the Lan family, which is even more fearsome. Their patriarch is a Dharma Realm expert. I hear his lifespan is nearly exhausted; he’s on his last legs.

The Blackwater Grotto is opening this time, and their Dharma Realm patriarch will most likely try to seize an opportunity there. So, Elder, you’d best be careful!"

He offered the warning out of goodwill.

’Yes, he might be an Outer Saint.’

’But the Lan family has a Dharma Aspect expert!’

’Even if that Dharma Aspect expert only has half a breath left, he’s still as strong as someone at Outer Saint Peak...’

’And that’s not even mentioning the possibility that he could find some opportunity in the Blackwater Grotto and extend his life.’

"Blackwater Grotto?"

Chen Xuan frowned.

"Weren’t you coming here for that?"

Zhao Qian asked.

"Not exactly. I’m here to kill,"

Chen Xuan said flatly. "Since you’ve brought up this Blackwater Grotto, why don’t you tell me about it."

’How unexpected!’

’There are opportunities to be had?’

’In that case, I won’t be polite!’

’Here to kill?’

Zhao Qian was shocked once more.

’This man is truly formidable!’

’When I get back, I have to find out everything I can about this Elder Chen.’

’With his age and fighting prowess, he must be a world-famous figure!’

Little did he know just how shocked he would be when he returned and learned of Chen Xuan’s exploits.