by Aixia Deyu
"Han Chen, Han Chen!"
"Champion! Champion!"
The audience was crazy, no matter how misleading that youth's past was. However, the side that he had shown others today was enough to cause people to be amazed.
Almost the entire martial arts practice field was trembling. The surrounding higher ups of the various powers all had a look of contemplation on their faces. Meng Huo did not die, the City Lord Palace's Meng Hai had also temporarily suppressed his anger towards Han Chen.
The Patriarch of the Liu Family, Liu Xuan, had a gloomy face. Ever since Liu Yifeng died, the former had wanted to rush up the stage and kill Han Chen on the spot multiple times. But the tens of thousands of people were all gathered here. The rules of the Martial Meeting were: death will bring harm to all of this. Furthermore, he was in the City Lord's Palace, so no matter how much hatred Liu Xuan had, he could only suppress the hatred in his heart.
Originally, he had hoped that Meng Huo would be able to kill Han Chen. However, Liu Xin was angry and resentful at the same time, and her pale face was filled with great unwillingness.
Ji Rushi's expression was a little absent-minded, as she was at a loss and asked himself, "Why don't I hate him in the slightest? Why is this happening? "
The group of people from the Bai Clan were slightly embarrassed. Han Chen was kicked out of his family, but now he had become the champion of the three cities' competition. This was equivalent to publicly slapping the Bai Clan in the face.
After today, there would be many people laughing and discussing how blind the Bai Clan was. In the streets and alleys, there would be countless disciples who would laugh and talk about how the Bai Clan had mistakenly treated geniuses as trash. Even so, Bai Yu, Bai Hao and a few others were happy for Han Chen.
"Han Langyu and his children are not trash."
"The child they gave birth to is a genius."
"Han Langyu, Bai Muxuan, Han Chen."
"Han Langyu, Bai Muxuan, Han Chen."
Hearing the neat sounds around him, Han Chen felt his blood boiling. The youth was in high spirits, and the pride in his eyes could not be concealed. He was not happy for the sake of others recognizing him, but was excited for his own father, Han Langyu.
Han Chen roared into the sky, "Father, Mother, did you see that? Did you hear that? "
Looking at the slightly skinny youth on the stage, many of the people below were moved. Having been questioned coldly since he was young, who could understand the bitterness and grievance in his heart?
Hua Yumei, who was in the midst of the crowd, lightly sighed.
Her white jade red lips slightly pouted, as she softly said to Bai Xiaotian who was beside her, "Grandfather, afteeriod of time, can you personally go and find Han Chen and bring him back?"
Bai Xiaotian's mouth twitched a few times, he looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not.
On the other side, Cang Yaner was staring coldly at Han Chen who was standing on the stage. Her beautiful eyes were focused, no one knew what she was thinking about.
Life is short and the road ahead is long. Only sincere emotions can last forever. In this world where experts were as common as the clouds, strength was revered. Just like a furnace, the people living within it didn't wish to change the world, but insisted on not being changed by the world.
Under the cheers of the audience, the Three Cities Martial Meeting finally came to an end.
This time, no one could guess the answer. The one laughing at the end was not the Mayor's Palace's Meng Huo nor was it the Liu Family's Liu Yifeng. Even more so, it was not the Bai Family's Bai Yu and Bai Hong. Han Chen used his actions to prove himself, and at the same time, gave him a huge amount of trouble and disaster.
After announcing the champion's winner, City Lord Meng Hai had specifically requested for Han Chen to come here three days later to receive his reward. As for what the reward was, he didn't mention it. Han Chen was tacit understanding, but he did not have any plans to come back. He was afraid that if he received the reward and lost his life, it would be the same.
Two hours later, on a quiet street in Hidden Court City.
Han Chen and Hua Yumei walked together, as they had experienced many great battles. Han Chen's face appeared somewhat pale, but his eyes were bright.
"Do you have any ideas?" Hua Yumei asked with interest.
"Hmm?" Han Chen was startled at first, but then immediately shook his head, "To be honest, I was rather happy just now, but now I feel a little lonely."
"Lonely? "Why?"
Han Chen's eyes flashed with helplessness, as he replied indifferently, "I was unable to find someone who would be happy with me. Even if I win the championship, no one will share this glory with me. "
Hearing the sadness in the other party's tone, Hua Yumei could not help but be taken aback, and then said, "Then who do you think should share it with?"
"My father, my mother, and Shen Yu." His father, Han Langyu, had disappeared, and his mother, Bai Muxuan, had been gone for many years. However, there were not many people who missed Han Chen.
"Shen Yu? is she the woman you love in the Mystical Peak? "
"That's right!" I wonder how she is now. " Han Chen let out a light breath, and a hint of gentleness unconsciously surged out of his face. He mumbled to himself, "Originally, I wanted to take her back to her hometown to get married."
Hua Yumei curled her lips and rolled her eyes, "You'd better not think about women now, think about how to leave Hidden Court City first!"
Han Chen frowned, he had killed Meng Lao, killed Liu Yifeng, destroyed the Green Edge Sword. The Mayor and the Liu Family probably won't let him leave safely. After a moment of thought, his handsome eyebrows relaxed, and he stared at the indifferent Hua Yumei, and said: "Big Sis Hua, Lambert sent me to participate, did he not help me take care of the aftermath?"
"Hehe, what a clever boy. How could the Bai Clan miss him!" Hua Yumei covered her mouth and chuckled.
Han Chen rubbed his nose and continued to ask, "Big Sis Hua, what should we do next?"
Hua Yumei nodded, her expression turning serious. "The Martial Competition just ended, Meng Hai and Liu Xuan shouldn't have attacked you so quickly. Now go to the inn where you rested last night and wait. I will gather the people I prepared beforehand and wait outside the city. I will send someone to inform you before nightfall, and then you can come meet me again. "
"Alright." Han Chen agreed. After all, the two of them together was too big of a goal, so it would be better for Hua Yumei to act alone. After exchanging a few more words with each other, the two hastily separated.
In the room at the inn they stayed in last night.
Han Chen sat cross legged on the bed, and began to recuperate the energy that had been consumed in his body. After approximately four hours, Han Chen woke up from his cultivation. His pale face had regained some color.
He looked at the sky outside and saw that it was still two hours away from dark. Feeling the silence in the room, a feeling of loneliness involuntarily assaulted his heart. Han Chen touched his chest and took out the Haoyuan Mirror. The originally bright mirror was now filled with eye-piercing cracks.
"Shen Yu, I will definitely think of a way to fix this Haoyuan Mirror." This was the treasure which Shen Yu's father Pu Yuelin had given to him when he was in Lin Xing City. Now that he was damaged, Han Chen was naturally sad. However, he had heard that there were some skilled craftsmen who were good at repairing all kinds of treasures. In the future, he could look for them and help repair the Haoyuan Mirror.
At this moment, a slight sound came from outside the door. Han Chen was startled, and shouted: "Who?"
A person's silhouette faintly appeared at the door as a low and hoarse voice was heard. It's me, Sir Han Chen. "
"And who are you?"
"The upper echelon of Heaven and Earth falls into the Yellow Springs."
"Come in!" Han Chen got off the bed and let go of his guard. This was the signal that Hua Yume
i had left behind when they separated. This was also his idea.
Creak! The door was pushed open and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with slightly black skin walked in. The man wore a loose black robe and cupped his fists as he entered.
"Sir Han Chen is truly a heroic youth. I am impressed that he was able to become the champion of the three cities' Martial Arts Competition so easily."
"This big brother is being too serious." Han Chen smiled humbly and returned the courtesy, "Is Big Sis Hua ready? Do you want to leave now? "
"It was originally like this, but now the situation has changed."
"Oh? What change? " Han Chen was surprised, following that, the other party waved his sleeves, retrieving a pot of flowers from under his black robe. The surface of the red petal had a hint of black on it, and it gave off a strange sense of beauty. "This is the signal given by the assassins of Wealth Building when they accepted the mission." I have to accept another mission? "
"It's like this." The man's face was expressionless as he solemnly handed the flower pot over.
Han Chen frowned slightly. He had originally wanted to return to Blackrock City to have a good rest for a few days. He did not expect the Lambert to be so despicable, and cursed himself in his heart as he accepted the flower pot.
He fished ouiece of paper from the dirt and opened it up. Then, he took a rough look at it. His gaze stopped at the bottom few lines.
"The first price is ninety-nine thousand silver." Seeing these words, Han Chen's eyes couldn't help but twitch, as if he understood why the Lambert wanted him to carry out this mission. He directly paid his respects to the three generations of the other party's ancestors in his heart. No wonder he was so good at managing Wealth Building. Indeed, there was no need to be traitorous.
"You need to go to the mission, that." Han Chen was halfway through his words.
The middle-aged man chuckled, "Sir Han Chen, you don't have to worry, just carry out your mission without worries. You can leave the Hidden Court City to me, but at that place, you'll have to rely on yourself. "
"Alright!" Han Chen nodded his head and memorized every single word of the contents of the paper. Then, he froze his palm, and a ball of red flames burned him intile of ashes.
After doing all of this, the middle-aged man took out a black robe and passed it to, "Sir Han Chen, it's getting late. Wear this and leave first! I'll just stay here. "
Chapter 116 - Limits
Blue City. The bustling crowd filled the entire city with people. There were people coming and going on both ends of the busy street. Ordinary vendors were living a life of hard work, leaving early and returning late.
Yoyang Restaurant. An antique decorated teahouse. The surface was painted with dark paint, and the guests who came here were all people who preferred peace and quiet.
A man in a loose black robe was sitting on the second floor near the window, quietly enjoying the tea and pastries on the table. The reason why he could be judged to be a man was because of his slender yet powerful hands. However, his black robe covered his face as well as his head, so he could not see his face clearly.
The man was none other than the youngster Han Chen whose reputation had been thwarted recently.
The champion of the three cities' competition had killed Meng Lao, injured Meng Huo, and injured him heavily. Han Chen's fame swept through the three cities and the surrounding small cities likide.
Originally, he planned to go back to Blackrock City to rest for a few days. After all, both the Mayor's mansion and the Liu Family wanted him dead. He never expected that the Lambert would assign him a mission at this time.
Han Chen heaved a sigh of relief under the black robe and looked out the window. The branches of a osmanthus tree extended all the way to the second floor. The small white flowers on it emitted a faint, refreshing fragrance.
"It's been almost half a month. I need to make my move as soon as possible."
Han Chen thought about the quest in his mind. It had already been over ten days. Due to various reasons, his actions these days were not to be overly exposed.
And the person he wanted to kill, after tracking him for a few days, had also found traces of him. But there was no other reason why he could not find a chance to make a move. It was that person who seemed to know that there were people who wanted to harm him, so he had to be on his guard. Han Chen held onto the teacup, and fell into deep thought.
"Wen Ya, male, ninth level of Qi Refining, recently appeared in the Azure Blue City. The starting price is ninety-nine thousand silver. " This was the information recorded on the piece of paper. It could be said to be very simple. Other than that, it only had the image of the person he was looking at.
Compared to the last time he killed the Beaver, the first sum of money for this man named Wen Ya was actually nearly a hundred times higher than the former. Speaking of it, the Beaver King wasn't weak, at the eighth level of the Refinement Stage. From this, it could be seen that the difficulty of this mission was much higher.
Just as Han Chen was deep in thought, a young man dressed in black walked up to the second floor. The man was in his twenties, and although he wasn't too handsome, he exuded a faint heroic aura.
When the man came up, he saw Han Chen sitting on the window sill. A trace of vigilance flashed across his eyes, and he immediately found a place to sit. He asked the shop assistant foot of tea and two small plates of pastries.
Han Chen who was in his black robe maintained his composure and continued to leisurely drink his tea. Although he hadn't found the opportunity to make a move these past few days, he knew that the person liked to come here to drink tea. The black clothed man that appeared before him was precisely the Wen Ya he wanted to pursue.
There weren't many guests in the teahouse, and after some places left, no one else came. Compared to this quiet atmosphere, what most people liked the most was the noise and the wine.
Wen Ya picked up the tea that the waiter brought up, put it to his mouth and blew on it. Then, he took a sip. After he carefully savored the taste, he looked at Han Chen.
"Friend, the weather seems a bit hot today. Why are you wrapping yourself up so tightly?"
His voice was calm and indifferent. In the face of Wen Ya's inquiry, Han Chen did not panic in the slightest, nor did his emotions fluctuate in the slightest. But before Han Chen could reply, hurried footsteps came from the stairs. Hearing this voice, quite a few people came.
Han Chen was shocked. Could it be that the Liu Family and the City Lord's Mansion found out?
In the next moment, eight or nine figures rushed forward. However, the person in front of them was Wen Ya, and what made Han Chen even more surprised was that. Princess Cang Yaner from the Azure Blue Prince's Palace was also among the people who had come.
"Hehe, Senior Brother Wen Ya, long time no see." Cang Yaner walked in front with a faint smile on her pretty face.
Senior? Han Chen was startled, Wen Ya was also from the Taiqing Sect? As everyone knew, Cang Yaner was an inner disciple of the Taiqing Sect, so the Senior Brother she called out was naturally from the same sect. Judging by the atmosphere between them, however, it did not seem friendly at all.
"Wen Ya, after hiding for so long, we finally caught you with your mouse tail." The one who spoke was a young man to Cang Yaner's left. The man's face was full of scorn, and his brows were furrowed in an unrestrained manner.
A complicated smile appeared on the corner of Wen Ya's mouth. "That's right! "Long time no see. After running away for so long, you guys finally found me."
"Senior apprentice brother Lian Cheng, Junior sister Yan'er, don't talk so much nonsense with him." Otherwise, we'll get him to run away again later. " A tall and slender man with sharp eyes said.
"Hehe, if he can escape this time, then I, Luo Heng, will write my name backwards." A teasing smile hung on the face of a tall and sturdy young man. He strutted over to the opposite side of Wen Ya and sat down, saying with disdain, "Senior Wen Ya, we haven't seen e
ach other for so long. I wonder if your martial arts has taken a step back, how about you teach me a few moves first?"
"Luo Heng, you, the battle maniac, haven't changed at all." Wen Ya lifted the cup of tea from the table and sipped on it. There wasn't much panic on his face.
Cang Yaner and the man named Lian Cheng beside him looked at each other, and the latter squinted his eyes and shouted, "Wen Ya, I suggest that you stop playing any tricks, and be a good boy!"
"Hehe, what other tricks can I do? With my strength, can I escape? " Wen Ya said indifferently.
Lian Cheng and Luo Heng were both at the ninth level of Qi Refining, while Cang Yaner was at the eighth level. Just these three people were enough to easily make Wen Ya stay, let alone the other Taiqing Sect disciples who were not weak.
"Hmph, Wen Ya, cut the crap." The tall and slender man with sharp eyes stepped forward, "Obediently hand over what you stole from the Third Elder!"
"What is it? Yi Shui, you think you have the right to talk to me like that? "Don't forget, back then, I protected you, so that is why you are here today."
"You," the man called Yi Shui frowned, his face becoming solemn. He didn't know how to reply.
Han Chen who was standing by the window, more or less understood what was going on. Without a doubt, this Wen Ya was a disciple of the Taiqing Sect. The reason he was chased to this point was because he had stolen something that he shouldn't have taken.
Judging from the current situation, Wen Ya would probably not be able to escape today. Han Chen secretly thought, if Cang Yaner's group were to kill Wen Ya on the spot, then he would not need to do anything, and the mission would be completed. But if they didn't kill Wen Ya for the time being, they would have to think of another way to end the fight.
"Senior Brother Wen Ya, if you hand over the item now, it will be on account of your former friendship with someone from the same sect." We will do our best to plead with the Third Elder and let you live. " The one who spoke was Cang Yaner.
"Oh? "Is that so?" Wen Ya pretended to be surprised, and looked at Cang Yaner with disdain. "If it's really like this, then I really am grateful to Junior Sister Yan'er. However, Senior Martial Brother should give you a word of advice. When you're lying, don't be too calm. Otherwise, it would seem that they are faking it. "