After circling around for several hundred miles, Wang Chen quietly returned to Dongwu Stockade.
The first thing he did upon returning to the underground secret chamber was remove the Thousand Transformations Mask from his face.
Wang Chen's face was pale as paper, his features completely soaked in sweat.
He was very glad that he had changed his appearance before going to Wind Thunder Valley. Otherwise, this "Wang Xiu" identity would have been ruined, and he would have had to abandon the foothold he had only just settled into.
Rogue cultivators truly had no rights!
Back when he had muddled through life in Yunyang Sect,
although he had encountered petty villains making trouble, those days had still been far more stable than his current life.
Now that Yunyang Sect was gone, Guiyuan Sect was pressing down from the front while Five Peaks Mountain bullied him in the present. A lone rogue cultivator with neither power nor influence could only rely on his own strength to fight for his life.
Thinking back on the conflict with the Five Peaks Mountain cultivators, a flicker of anger rose in Wang Chen's heart.
What could be endured, and what could not?
At the time, he had already been exceedingly restrained. With the intention of letting matters rest, he had retreated again and again.
Yet Wang Chen's restraint and retreat only made the other side push their luck, becoming even more aggressive!
He had truly witnessed the arrogance and haughtiness that sect disciples held toward rogue cultivators from the Outer Region.
Drawing in a long breath, Wang Chen sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, closed his eyes, and circulated his qi to regulate his breathing.
He expelled the residual sword qi from his body.
It took Wang Chen a full three days before his injuries fully