An City Wreaths Are Expensive

How could Old Chen not feel nauseous? How did he survive all these years? He was constantly being "baptized" by dense sword light, his eyes filled with nothing but swords, being slashed countless times!

In the short term, let alone let him practice swordsmanship, just seeing him would be upsetting, causing immense psychological trauma. For now... he's given up swordsmanship!

Wang Xuan took his pulse, but as soon as he placed his hand on it, it was bounced away with tremendous force. If an ordinary person had touched it, they might have been injured.

"Old Chen, when you said 'almost there,' you mean you're about to break through?" Wang Xuan asked.

"It's still not quite there," Old Chen shook his head.

Qing Mu was quite shocked and found it hard to believe. His master had been on the verge of death not long ago, how could he be about to break through now?!

After Wang Xuan carefully examined him, he found that Old Chen's injuries had not fully healed. The cracks in his internal organs had partially closed, but had not completely healed.

However, he is no longer in mortal danger.

Wang Xuan was somewhat surprised and said, "Old Chen, what have you been doing all these years as a Great Grandmaster? You've only been thinking about breaking through, neglecting your injuries?"

Old Chen, with his deep-set eyes and a weathered look, said, "Don't you know what I'm doing? I got cleaved by a sword, struck by a lightning bolt, taught geography to the Female Sword Immortal, and then taught her history, discussing five thousand years of Chinese history. Most importantly, I feel like... I'm taking the blame for you!"

Qing Mu felt a chill run down his spine. To whom did his teacher shed all those bitter tears?

Wang Xuan patted his shoulder and said, "This injury is still healing a bit slowly."

"It's not slow anymore. You don't really think you'll be staying in the Inner Scenery Realm for many years, do you?" Old Chen said weakly.

Wang Xuan was taken aback. Wasn't that right?

Old Chen, with an air of profound understanding and complete knowledge, spoke leisurely, "Many people cannot understand, so they can only think that way. Of course, some people are convinced that what is a few minutes outside is a few years Inner Scenery Realm. But I personally tend to think of another way."

He pointed to his own body and said, "Don't forget, we live in the real world. In the real world, look at anyone whose body is so badly damaged that it can heal in ten or twenty minutes? Impossible."

Old Chen's words make a lot of sense. According to him, even if the myth were to reappear, it would be difficult to recover immediately after consuming an Immortal Medicine of immortality.

Wang Xuan became interested and wanted to know how Old Chen understood the Inner Scenery Realm.

"No rush, we can talk about this later." With that, Old Chen stood up unsteadily, wanting to take a shower, because he was soaking wet with sweat and other substances.

His body recovered significantly in a short time; his metabolism was incredibly fast. Now that he had stopped, he felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.

Wang Xuan stopped him, saying, "No, you should lie back down quickly. Just let Qing Mu wipe you down. Many people will come to see you later. They will work together to save your life."

Old Chen was completely bewildered. What was going on? He had a bad feeling about it!

Just as he finished speaking, half of Wang Xuan's face fell off, making Qing Mu's eyes widen. It wasn't out of fear, but out of envy. How could this even work?

He naturally knew that Wang Xuan was practicing the Golden Body Art, and had he improved it again? That's why he started shedding his skin!

"Not bad, have you reached the sixth level yet?" Old Chen was quite impressed. At this age, it would be quite frightening to have mastered the Golden Body Art to the sixth level.

"It's still not quite there," Wang Xuan said, then added, "The main problem is that this Female Sword Immortal is too petty. She's always trying to slash at me with her sword light, which distracts me too much."

Don't you feel guilty?! Old Chen wanted to beat him up, but who got hit more? It's all tears when you talk about it.

Qing Mu was completely confused; in his opinion, the two of them had been using coded language the whole time!

Suddenly, Wang Xuan sensed something was wrong. He felt a faint, icy sword blade pointing at him, as if the Female Sword Immortal was approaching once again!

He felt a chill run down his spine. Could Female Sword Immortal really have the power to subtly intervene in the mortal world?!

Wang Xuan immediately became extremely serious and said, "Old Chen, let me tell you, the fairy is kind and magnanimous, which is why she didn't strike you. We should both be grateful, especially you. It was she who let you heal in the Inner Scenery Realm, which saved your life."

Old Chen knew something was wrong as soon as he saw his posture. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and was immediately terrified.

The golden luster beneath the charred blackness of the Female Sword Immortal's hand bone flickered, and the bone itself seemed to have trembled slightly just now.

Wang Xuan wanted to wipe away a cold sweat. Could this fairy really influence the Real World?!

He quickly said, "Old Qing, don't return this bone to the Relevant Department. Put it up for display later, but of course, don't let outsiders see it."

Wang Xuan and Old Chen tacitly agreed not to bring up the matter again. They both realized that those who Ascension to Immortality and left behind true bones were different, mysterious and unpredictable.

At the same time, the two of them guessed that the remaining true bones after the ascension seemed to be very important to the former Female Sword Immortal!

"Old Chen, your injury hasn't healed yet, do you want to continue?" Wang Xuan asked.

There is also a piece of Uncut Jade and a piece of pure white bone in the room, both containing rich Mysterious Factor, which can theoretically open the Inner Scenery Realm.

Old Chen said slowly, "Take it easy for now. Everything looks like a sword to me. Even when Qing Mu walks towards me, I feel like a sword beam as thick as a bucket is about to strike me again."

Qing Mu opened his mouth. He clearly had a slender waist and muscular arms, how could they be that thick?!

Wang Xuan looked at the piece of white bone, another piece of true bone left over from ascension. He felt a little uneasy and decided to call it a night. He needed to calm down.

Old Chen glanced at the white bone fragments, his expression changing slightly; he was now somewhat traumatized by them.

Wang Xuan said, "Old Chen, you're unlikely to come back to life anytime soon. You'll be bedridden for at least a few months, or maybe a year or two."

Qing Mu nodded, agreeing with Little Wang's assessment. After all, the matter was too mysterious; a man who was destined to die was about to come back to life. If Old Chen really went out, something terrible was bound to happen.

Old Chen naturally understood the gravity of the situation, but seeing his apprentice and Wang Xuan discussing when he would be on the verge of death, when he would be half-dead, and when he would be fully alive, he still felt a sense of the world's decline. Even life and death were planned and arranged in advance. He was speechless for a moment and wanted to shout, "Is there any Heavenly Principle left? This world is too dark!"

"Old Chen, lie down. Many more people will be coming to visit you soon," Wang Xuan reminded him, as he was getting ready to go to sleep; it wasn't a good time to stay here any longer.

"A lot of people? What's going on?" Old Chen asked.

Qing Mu told him that after the Battle of the Congling Mountains, the Great Grandmaster of Old Arts was on the verge of death, and many people followed him to Ancheng, including figures from the Old Arts field, financial groups, and other parties.

Old Chen felt relieved to hear something pleasant tonight, smiled, nodded, and said, "My prestige and reputation are still pretty good."

"Yes," Wang Xuan nodded and sighed, "Nowadays, Ancheng is truly a place of great wealth and status."

"What do you mean?" Old Chen was particularly perceptive and felt that this didn't sound like a good thing.

"It means exactly what it says. Wreaths are especially expensive in Ancheng these days," Wang Xuan calmly told him.

Upon hearing this, Old Chen had just lain down, sat up abruptly, his eyebrows twitching and his eyes filled with hostility. He asked Qing Mu what the situation was.

Wang Xuan glanced at him and said, "So many people have come. What do you think they're here for? They're all here to attend your memorial service, of course."

Old Chen: "..."

Then he gritted his teeth and almost tore the bed apart. This was outrageous, shameful! What kind of people were these? Old Chen wasn't even dead yet, and they were already preparing for a memorial service?!

Wang Xuan explained, "Mainly because after the expert consultation, it was determined that manpower was exhausted, and it was believed that you would be fine after lying down for two or three days, so a group of people came, just waiting for your burial."

Old Chen stared blankly, speechless, and sighed once again, "This world is too dark! The man isn't even dead yet, and a huge crowd is already rushing over to hold a memorial service for him. Is there any Heavenly Principle left?!"

Wang Xuan also sighed, "Old Chen, I have to say your reputation is indeed quite great. From the deputy of the Relevant Department of the Old Earth, to the representatives of the major financial groups and those big organizations, to the elites of the Old Arts field, as well as important figures in Ancheng, and people from all walks of life, they came one after another, from New Star to the Old Earth, all to give you, Old Chen, face. So many people saw you off, and they almost sold out of wreaths in Ancheng."

Old Chen glared at him, then at Qing Mu. What kind of mess is this?

Qing Mu felt embarrassed and somewhat guilty, because even he had previously thought that Old Chen was in serious trouble and was about to start making funeral arrangements.

Wang Xuan continued, "However, there's a serious problem here. Almost everyone who was supposed to come has arrived, and those who haven't will show up tomorrow. But everyone is waiting for you, Old Chen, to pass away. If you don't breathe your last, these people probably won't know what to do. Should we wait a few more days?"

"Shut up!" Old Chen couldn't take it anymore and was furious. He said, "I'll make you wait forever! What kind of people are you? It's shameful!"

Wang Xuan leisurely left to sleep. His Golden Body Art had improved, and he was filled with joy. He slept very soundly and sweetly.

Qing Mu began performing the shamanic dance again to welcome others.

Old Chen nearly rolled off the bed. Who came up with this terrible idea? One person after another lined up to come in, as if it was one thing to pay their respects to his remains, but they were actually touching him all over. What a bizarre way of passing on life!

He felt annoyed and had goosebumps all over his body. He had to suppress his life and pretend to be dead. As a result, the hair on his hands and feet was almost all touched off. He simply couldn't stand it!

It wasn't until late at night that everything ended. Qing Mu was nearly exhausted from performing the shamanic dance, and Old Chen felt like roaring to the sky, once again displaying his heroic spirit.

Wang Xuan got up very early in the morning. He had a very good sleep and went to find Qing Mu to tell Old Chen that they would be going to the Inner Scenery Realm that night.

"You mean, there's going to be another life-transfer at night, another round?!" Old Chen wanted to slap Qing Mu.

"Little Wang said that in order to avoid suspicion, he can't meet you privately, so he can only do it in those kinds of occasions," Qing Mu said guiltily, after all, he was also involved.

Old Chen was furious. He said, "Why didn't he say so earlier? If I had known it would be like this, even if I had been killed by the sword light or eaten by the demons last night, I would have persevered to the end and would never have waited until tonight for another round!"

On this day, as expected, many people came to the manor in the suburbs, all of whom were preparing to "hold a meeting" for Old Chen, and they were all quite important.

That evening, Wang Xuan and Old Chen, in perfect unison, did not choose the white bone, as they were simply too afraid of being tormented by it. Instead, they used the Uncut Jade to open the Inner Scenery Realm.

"Old Chen, have you seen the Inner Scenery Realm? Can you go in by yourself?" Wang Xuan asked.

Old Chen was completely blind, unaware of anything, and couldn't see anything. Sure enough, he still needed "Ancestor Wang" to guide him.

Wang Xuan was so exhausted that he almost vomited blood. He felt like his mental energy was about to collapse before he finally managed to get Old Chen inside.

This time, both of them were prepared for a great battle, but the Inner Scenery Realm was too peaceful, and there was no battle at all.

There was indeed a person, a refined middle-aged man, who smiled at them, raised his glass in greeting, and then... he flew away, leaving the Inner Scenery Realm without a trace, never to return.

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