All these years, Chen Chen had remained stationed at Chang'an Medicinal Materials Market, that bustling flagship market, shouldering the heavy responsibility of its operations.
Not only did he move with ease through the tangled complexity of business dealings, skillfully balancing the conflicts of interest between all sides, he had also never slackened in the slightest when it came to improving his own cultivation.
To him, this experience had undoubtedly been a cultivation of the heart, tempering his temperament while deftly tempering the overly fierce killing aura within the Seven Kill Sword.
As the years passed, by today, Chen Chen had already risen to Operations Director of Chang'an Medicinal Materials Market through his outstanding ability and tireless effort.
At the same time, his cultivation had successfully advanced into the realm of Soul Sage.
At this point, every living member of the Chen Clan's third generation—that is, the forty-sixth generation—had stepped into the realm of Soul Sage or above, displaying the Chen Clan's profound foundation and extraordinary inheritance.
Looking back to seven years ago, that brutal battle when the wolf bandits raided the village still sent a chill through the heart.
At the time, the squad guarding North Gate had been led by Chen Chen.
In that heart-stopping battle, he had fought bravely against the enemy until the very end, yet could only watch helplessly as the comrades beside him fell one after another.
In the end, only he and Zhu Changyun were left in his squad, standing all alone on that battlefield dyed red with blood.
Meeting now, facing the remnants of the Four Wolf Bandit Divisions from back then, it was truly enemies meeting face-to-face, their eyes especially red with hatred.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The sword energy was like razor-sharp blades, not only slicing through the air but also