Little Wang Establishes His Might

Wang Xuan somewhat agreed with Old Chen's point of view. The flow of time in the Inner Scenery Realm was the same as that in the outside world. Perhaps it was just that the mental mind had exceeded its limits and was in a special moment of clarity. The metabolism of the physical body was frighteningly violent, and the telomeres were also changing.

After leaving the Inner Scenery Realm, he was full of energy, showing no signs of the weariness that comes with age; on the contrary, his mind was even more clear and serene. Even if it was due to the replenishment of Mysterious Factor, if one truly lived for decades longer, the spirit would still inevitably show signs of aging.

The manor in the suburbs was very large. Wang Xuan strolled under the moonlight, looking at the reed-covered pond reflecting the stars and moon, and then at the brightly lit city on the distant horizon. He felt more and more the reality of the world. He should not be immersed in the thoughts of the Inner Scenery Realm, but should seize the opportunities of the present.

Whether it's the alluring and terrifyingly powerful Red-clothed Demon Immortal, or the proud Female Sword Immortal who is detached from worldly affairs, they all seem to want to get closer to the mortal world.

Wang Xuan could sense their emotions. If even the Transcendent Immortals this way, then he, living in the mortal world, had no reason not to hold on to what he already had. He wanted to explore the Old Arts path in the mortal world.

Back in his room, he quickly fell into a deep, high-quality sleep, while many others struggled to get any sleep that night.

Because they estimated that Old Chen wouldn't make it through the night, and the time was about right.

In the early morning, people got up early, as if by unspoken agreement, all dressed in dark clothes, mainly black, with serious faces and deep expressions.

Many people felt that, given Old Chen's condition, it was really nearing its end and an obituary should be issued.

Only Wang Xuan seemed to be in the mood for the buffet breakfast, and he was completely absorbed in it, eating heartily. The others were distracted and whispering amongst themselves.

From the start of the morning, everyone Wang Xuan saw was serious and unsmiling. He was speechless for a moment; they were already in the "meeting" mode!

During this time, he saw Da Wu, who was indeed dressed in all black, which made his skin appear even whiter, and his curvaceous figure looked stunning under the solemn black attire.

Old Wu also arrived, sighing repeatedly. Upon seeing Qing Mu, he walked over and silently patted him on the shoulder, but thankfully didn't say "condolences" beforehand.

Qing Mu looked blank; he didn't know what to say, but to outsiders, he appeared to be filled with sorrow and his face was ashen.

Old Wu said quietly, "I contacted the eminent monk in that Thousand-Year Ancient Temple outside Ancheng in advance and sent a car to pick him up. He should arrive soon and be waiting outside the manor."

He said he wanted to do his part, and had even invited monks from Pufa Temple to come here to perform rituals and help Old Chen pass on to the afterlife.

Upon hearing this, Qing Mu choked on the water he had just drunk, coughing violently and almost bursting into tears. What could he say? He quickly drank another sip of water to calm himself down.

In the morning, a cry of alarm came from Old Chen's ward, because he had been kicking his legs and his pulse had become so weak that it was almost nonexistent, causing the medical staff to scramble to their feet. At the same time, they secretly sent out a message that the patient was dying.

Representatives from all sides arrived quickly, the manor was packed with cars, and there were many small spaceships on the helipad. Many prominent figures were present.

The Number Two Figure of the Relevant Department arrived in person, and some high-ranking old men also hurriedly appeared and entered Old Chen's room.

As for the others, they were densely packed, all dressed in black, standing in and outside the courtyard. From men to women, from old to young, all wore sorrowful expressions, because someone was filming and recording this scene, which would be released to the news.

Wang Xuan thought to himself, "Old Chen is too ruthless. This is blatant revenge." Ever since he learned that a group of people had arrived early to prepare for his "meeting," his old colleague had been planning to "take revenge on society." He had written down every single one of these acquaintances in his little notebook.

Sure enough, while a group of important figures and representatives from all sides waited all morning, Old Chen himself fell fast asleep.

Some elderly men of high status and great age suffered severe back pain after a long morning and had to be helped out of their wards.

As for those standing outside, their legs were aching from standing, and they kept peering inside. Didn't the doctor say this morning that the person was not going to make it? How come they've been waiting all morning and nothing's happened yet!

At noon, people left the venue in an orderly fashion, their faces expressionless.

Around 9 p. m., Old Chen, who had been sleeping all day, couldn't fall back asleep. He started kicking his legs and then suddenly stopped breathing for five minutes. Even after being resuscitated, he was barely breathing, his breath coming in short bursts, and his face was as pale as wax paper. He looked like he was half dead.

The medical staff quickly notified everyone, thinking that everything should be fine this time, and urged those who wanted to see him one last time to come quickly.

A large group of people arrived in a flash, and then left around 1 a. m. with blank expressions.

The next day, before dawn, the medical staff saw that Old Chen was kicking his legs again, but this time they did not dare to send a message. After a series of attempts to resuscitate him failed, they waited until he had passed away for half an hour and confirmed that he was no longer breathing before they hurriedly sent a notification.

For some reason, they all felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. In the past, they especially wanted to save the patient, but this time the pressure was too great. They really hoped that Old Chen would pass away peacefully!

People who hadn't slept well all night, staying up until one or two in the morning, rushed over early in the morning.

In the morning, around nine o'clock, several small spaceships departed one after another, leaving the manor. They were all old men with impressive backgrounds and identities.

They couldn't take it anymore. This relentless torment, day and night, hadn't slept a wink all night, and they'd come back before dawn. In the end, Old Chen came back to life; he hadn't died. Who could endure that?!

"Qing Mu, let me know if anything happens. This old man is going back to recuperate!" An old man was helped onto the spaceship.

Old Chen still didn't die, but he wore down some old men's spirits, almost causing them to fall ill. Everyone was speechless.

Many people quietly packed their bags and embarked on their return journey, unable to wait any longer; they had never seen anyone so restless.

"Old Chen is tough! He's so attached to this world, so reluctant to leave. He fights against death day and night, and he's pulled through several times!"

Some people sighed, saying they were completely convinced, and a lot of people wanted to withdraw their wreaths.

Many people have not yet left. During this time, some things happened. People in the field of Old Arts exchanged ideas and verified each other's knowledge, which attracted onlookers.

Many people admired and sighed, saying that Old Chen was Great Grandmaster of Old Arts. Those who practiced Old Arts exchanged experiences and verified what they had learned in the manor. This was another way of bidding farewell to Old Chen.

"Someone's up to no good." In the ward, Old Chen made a keen judgment after receiving the news, but he didn't care. Having surpassed the Great Grandmaster, he now had enough confidence. Even if the strongest person in the New Arts Domain sneaked into the manor, he would not be afraid and would look forward to it.

He's going to be bedridden for a few months because he wants to do some big things and see if anyone tries to stir up trouble. He also wants to see who he can rely on and who is a traitor. However, what he's most looking forward to is the top figure in the New Arts Domain. He wonders if they'll come to the Old Earth. If they do appear and have murderous intent towards him, he won't hesitate to kill them!

However, he did not expect that signs would appear so quickly, indicating that someone was plotting something.

"If anything happens, Little Wang, you can handle it. Your strength is quite impressive now!" Old Chen commented. Having mastered the third move of the five pages of Golden Book, Old Wang's attack power is definitely very strong.

At this stage, Wang Xuan doesn't want to become famous, so he naturally doesn't want to do it. Besides, it's dirty and tiring work, and if it's not handled well, it could cause another uproar.

After all, representatives from all sides left behind quite a few.

Not everyone left. Many people firmly believed that Old Chen was about to pass away and waited to see him off, so they did not leave.

For example, Comrade Old Wu ordered wreaths several days in advance and invited a bunch of monks, but in the end, they were all useless and he was looked down upon by Da Wu several times.

Old Chen spoke leisurely, "Weren't you going to deep space? Make the most of your remaining energy. Also, didn't you feel that your current achievements under the name Wang Xiao were too high-profile? Then temporarily freeze that identity. Before the curtain falls, you don't need to care. Shine freely, do whatever you want, and test your strength to the fullest. Even if your true identity is discovered in the near future, I think you won't care about these achievements anymore. With your cultivation speed, you should be standing in a higher realm. Besides, isn't there still this old man like me? It's only right that I protect the protectors."

"I think that once my identity is exposed, or after we meet again in a while, I will become your true protector."

"Heh, not bad, Old Wang, so confident!" Old Chen glanced at him. Ancestor Wang has been getting a bit cocky lately. Should he teach him a lesson now? Otherwise, he might not have another chance.

Wang Xuan was thinking about going into deep space, and also pondering what the impact would be if his identity were revealed in the future. He estimated that Da Wu would be the first to jump up and down in anger.

Then he frowned. The person who wanted to pin him down on the Old Earth and block his way to New Star Road must be unhappy. Would they escalate their methods?

And who exactly is the real culprit who wants to kill him, and should the situation escalate further?

Therefore, after thinking it over, Wang Xuan politely declined his old colleague's offer, feeling it was better to keep a low profile.

"I'll solve all your problems this time," Old Chen said calmly. After surpassing the Great Grandmaster, he became more and more confident.

"Soon, I will have a private talk with the Relevant Department. Your problems are no problem at all." At this point, Old Chen smiled and said, "Didn't you want to know about some levels of the ancient Old Arts path? After this matter is over, I will tell you about them. I can almost send messages to people in their dreams now."

Wang Xuan's eyes widened immediately, and he said, "Old Chen, we just killed a great white tiger demon, and you're trying to cause trouble yourself?!"

Old Chen said, "What nonsense are you thinking? This is just a small trick from the Old Arts path. I've been thinking about it recently to see if I can master it."

Soon after, Qing Mu entered, his face ashen and his chest heaving violently. Old Chen immediately stood up and gently pressed his palm against Aoki's chest, causing Qing Mu to cough up a mouthful of blood.

"What happened?" Old Chen asked in a deep voice.

Wang Xuan also came over to check on Qing Mu's injuries. Old Qing was very strong now, yet he was still severely injured.

"Black Tiger and Feng Zheng, who have been with me on expeditions for years, were injured in a sparring match. When I went to rescue them, I was set up..."

Qing Mu, being experienced, thought he could just take the person away, but someone had already made arrangements. In front of everyone, they exchanged a few light blows with him, making it seem like a simple sparring match with no serious consequences.

But after returning, he felt something was wrong. He had encountered a master who practiced Old Arts. The light, casual blows that had left him unharmed at the time were now making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Old Chen said coldly, "The Tongyou Palm, once mastered, will form a corrosive secret power. After being hit, you won't see anything on the outside, but your body will turn black inside. If it's not cured early, it can easily cause serious problems, and your internal organs will rot."

In the end, his voice was icy cold as he said, "You really can't wait any longer. You're already targeting my disciple before I'm even dead. Given Qing Mu's status, he will naturally receive treatment and won't die in the short term, but this is a chronic injury, and his physical condition will definitely be worrying in the end."

"This is outrageous! If I, Old Chen, were dead, that would be one thing, but I'm not dead, and I've even broken through!" Old Chen, his voice filled with murderous intent.

He knew that since others had already taken action, injuring Qing Mu was just the beginning; there were definitely other methods at play.

Wang Xuan said, "There are many possibilities for why they would target Old Qing like this, and it's hard to judge."

Because the situation is very complicated now; it could be a conflict of interests or a personal grudge.

For example, it could be an old rival taking advantage of their misfortune, bullying this faction because they're outnumbered. It could also be someone within the Exploration Organization vying for power. Alternatively, it could be a test to see how each party will ultimately react.

Wang Xuan shook his head and said, "It's really hard to guess, because there are too many possibilities. It's even possible that the number one figure in the New Arts Domain has appeared, doubting that you, Old Chen, are alright. Now, he'll have someone slap Old Qing, leaving him half-dead, to see if you'll jump up in anger."

Old Chen's face was extremely gloomy. He could naturally think of these things. The more he thought about it, the more murderous he became. What if he didn't survive this time? Wouldn't that mean that someone wanted to cripple Qing Mu for some purpose, or even cause him to die from internal organ rot?

"Little Wang, I can't go out right now and I need to stay in bed for a while. This time, you go and make your move. Don't hold back. No matter who it is, go all out and kill them all. If anything goes wrong, I'll cover for you. Even if the sky falls, it's no problem!"

Old Chen said these words in a voice that was icy cold, which showed that he was indeed angry.

Wang Xuan sighed, "Old Qing is already like this, and you're just lying there like a corpse, so I'll have to go and make the trip myself."

Now that Old Chen had discovered Qing Mu's condition, he naturally wouldn't let anything happen to him. He massaged Qingmu's body and then clapped him a few more times, which almost solved the problem. There was no doubt that someone who had surpassed the Great Grandmaster had taken action.

Old Chen was very assertive and said, "I haven't been able to go out during this time, and I do need someone to establish the authority of the Old Arts and tell the outside world that geniuses and strong people are emerging one after another on this path, and no one can stop them. Little Wang, you can establish your authority today!"

Wang Xuan and Qing Mu walked over together to the Reed Pond behind the manor. The nearby grassland was large, and many people were watching people from the Old Arts field exchanging skills.

"Brother Qing Mu is here again. Do you want to have a proper spar with me?" a middle-aged man said with a smile.

The two had only exchanged a few blows casually, and neither of them noticed anything unusual.

"I think I'll pass; I'm not feeling well. You can spar with Little Wang," Qing Mu said calmly.

Wang Xuan's arrival attracted a lot of attention, and many eyes turned to him.

A thought suddenly struck him. He had considered various possibilities not long ago, but he had overlooked himself. He wondered if the other party had originally intended to lure him out.

Since he was already there, and since Wang Xiao's identity was going to be "frozen" for the time being, he didn't care much. He walked straight forward, exchanged a few polite words, and then started fighting with the man.

"The Tongyou Palm!" During the exchange, Wang Xuan directly pointed out the secret Old Arts this person was using, which shocked many people. This was a legendary, extremely vicious and insidious physical technique, and the way people looked at the middle-aged man immediately changed.

After exchanging blows with him six or seven times, Wang Xuan nodded to himself, realizing that this person was indeed formidable; the secret power unleashed by the Tongyou Palm was astonishing and quite extraordinary.

"Little Wang has made his move, let's go take a look!" Da Wu was by the Reed Pond, watching the sparring with Old Wu. The Wu Family wanted to find someone who practiced Old Arts to help them, so they naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

After exchanging a few blows with the middle-aged man, Wang Xuan didn't hesitate any longer. Not wanting to hold back, he swept out with a kick that was as fast as lightning, sending the man flying six or seven meters away, breaking several of his ribs!

In the distance, Zhong Qing, with her bare face and delicate features, was surprised to see the kick. She turned to look at an old man beside her, as if asking and confirming something with her eyes.

"The body technique from the Serpent Crane Eight Scattered Hands, the Dragon Snake Tail Sweep. He just got the manual, and he's already mastered it so quickly? His talent is truly... terrifying, even more impressive than Old Chen back then!" the old man murmured.

He could see the power of that kick, enough to shatter a boulder weighing several tons. The young man controlled his strength extremely well; the secret power penetrated through flesh, bones, and internal organs, making it terrifyingly lethal yet exquisitely subtle.

"He mastered the move so quickly?" Little Zhong was stunned when he received confirmation, and walked over with light steps.

Wang Xuan narrowed his eyes, sensing that someone was approaching with hostility. Today, he was likely to really unleash his full power.