Heavenly Court

Chen Jingjing was stunned!

The few attendants were also dumbfounded!

This... in just one exchange, Senior Brother Yang had actually lost?

His fist bones had been crushed on the spot?

How was this possible?

"Senior Brother Yang!"

Soon, the attendants snapped out of it and rushed forward.

Chen Fan frowned slightly, stepped back, and released his grip on Yang Mo.

His current body was far too weak. He had only casually used a minor technique, and his spiritual energy was already spent!

If he only had to deal with a waste like Yang Mo, he could still manage a drawn-out fight.

But if the attendants joined in, given his current state, it would be too much of a stretch.

"No, impossible! Chen Fan, what trick did you just use?"

Yang Mo, clutching his broken hand, roared at Chen Fan in fury.

He couldn't believe that a severely injured waste at the first layer of Qi Refining Realm could actually hurt him!

"Naturally, a killing move! If I weren't injured, all of you would be dead today!" Chen Fan's face was expressionless, his gaze icy cold. "But if you want to try, I'm happy to oblige!"

"You're asking for death..." The attendants were enraged and moved to charge forward.

"Stop!" Yang Mo suddenly barked, halting them. He glared at Chen Fan. "Chen Fan, I know what you're planning. You want us to kill you so your sister can claim compensation, right? Hah, dream on! Just wait. At the Heavenly Court evaluation, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Heavenly Court evaluation? Fine, I'll be waiting." Chen Fan frowned for a moment, then nodded calmly.

From his original host's memories, the Heavenly Court wasn't a true celestial court. It was a small world manifested by the White Cloud Palace Master's divine sense. One needed a Heavenly Court Token for their soul to enter.

Inside, cultivators could challenge each other in evaluations. Advancing would grant titles like One-Star Heavenly Soldier, Two-Star Heavenly Soldier, and so on.

The higher one's rank, the greater the benefits for their soul in the Heavenly Court, helping their true body break through bottlenecks and comprehend the Dao.

"Hmph, agreeing so readily—I'm afraid you won't even dare to enter the Heavenly Court! But eventually, I'll find a way to make you disappear from this world!"

Seeing Chen Fan agree so quickly only soured Yang Mo's mood. His face shifting between emotions, he spat out the words before leading his attendants out of the stone hut.

At this moment, Chen Jingjing was still stunned, staring at Chen Fan in disbelief.

Was this still her brother, who had been stuck at the first layer of Qi Refining for years after joining the sect?

Was this still the timid, lazy, gluttonous brother she knew?

Looking at him now, it was like seeing a stranger. She couldn't quite snap out of it.

"He left that easily?" Chen Fan muttered with a frown.

Logically, Yang Mo shouldn't have backed off so quickly. Leaving so readily was suspicious.

"Don't worry, he won't dare cause trouble in Heavy Sword City. But if you want to live, don't leave the city for a while. His brother is a strong cultivator at the fourth layer of Qi Refining Realm!" Chen Jingjing said coldly upon hearing his muttering.

Chen Fan nodded slightly and said nothing more.

He had never considered Yang Mo a threat. Even his brother at the fourth layer of Qi Refining was utterly beneath his notice.

Since when did the fourth layer of Qi Refining count as a strong cultivator? What a joke.

"Alright, lie down and rest. Little Medicine Boy and Ru Meng will bring new medicine later. You'll need to change your bandages again tonight." Chen Jingjing gathered the clothes by the bed and headed for the door, clearly off to do laundry.

Though she was surprised by Chen Fan's change, she didn't dwell on it. Her brother had just escaped death; maybe he was in a bad mood and had finally shown some backbone.

As for Yang Mo's broken fist, she could only chalk it up to his carelessness.

After Chen Jingjing left, Chen Fan sat back on the bed, calmed his mind, took a deep breath, and continued healing his injuries.

In truth, his current injuries weren't too severe. His dantian was slightly damaged, but the technique he had cultivated in his past life—the Blazing Heaven Sword Art—nourished sword qi with the body.

As long as the sword remained in his heart, his life force wouldn't fade, and any injury could be quickly repaired.

"Haah!"

Taking another deep breath, Chen Fan began circulating the Blazing Heaven Sword Art.

Spiritual energy from all directions gradually converged around him.

As he entered his cultivation state, every pore on his body seemed to open wide. His body became like a bottomless black hole, frantically absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

Each wisp of spiritual energy that entered his body emitted a faint white glow, flowing into his dantian, where it transformed into a golden radiance, ceaselessly nourishing and repairing the damage.

That familiar golden gleam was the Blazing Heaven Sword Qi he relied on.

Soon, under the sword qi's influence, his dantian—once riddled with cracks—began to heal at a visible speed.

When Chen Fan opened his eyes again, his injuries had almost fully recovered.

He swept his gaze toward the window—the sky outside had already gone pitch black.

"Creak!"

Just then, the door was pushed open!

A little medicine boy carrying a herb basket on his back, along with Chen Jingjing, stepped inside. Behind the two of them followed a tall, slender girl.

From his memories, Chen Fan recognized them both.

The little medicine boy was named Ye Xiaotian, and the tall girl was Zhang Rumeng. Both were disciples of Heavy Sword Peak and close friends of the Chen siblings.

"Brother Chen Fan, you're awake? That's great!"

As soon as the little medicine boy entered the room and saw Chen Fan conscious, he happily rushed over and asked, "Brother Chen Fan, I heard you went alone into Demon King Valley to find a Demon Core as a betrothal gift for your beloved. My father once told me that a real man must be brave—so back then, he climbed Spirit Herb Mountain alone to pick spirit herbs for my mother, and she married him."

Demon King Valley, Demon Core!

Hearing those two key words, Chen Fan automatically filtered out everything else, his eyes flickering faintly.

He had to make a trip to Demon King Valley. As long as he obtained a Demon Core, he could rapidly recover his cultivation in a short time and return to the Foundation Establishment Realm in one go!

However, Chen Jingjing seemed sensitive about him going to Demon King Valley. Seeing his flickering gaze and eager expression, her face immediately turned cold.

"Chen Fan, I'm telling you—you're lucky to have scraped by with your life this time. But the medicine to treat your injuries has already drained the family's savings. If you get hurt again, no one can save you!" she warned.

"Alright, alright, Jingjing. Your brother's barely recovered—stop lecturing him." Zhang Rumeng quickly chimed in to smooth things over.

"Hmph, I'm just afraid he'll forget the pain once the wound heals and run off to find that Nalan Yun again." Chen Jingjing gave a cold snort and said no more.

"He won't. Brother Chen Fan definitely won't fall for that again! Jingjing, let's hurry up and pack, then head into the Heavenly Court. Tonight, the young genius Xiao Munan and Liu Xun are going to duel there—I can't wait!" Zhang Rumeng said cheerfully, excitement written on her face.

Hearing this, Chen Jingjing's expression softened slightly. She nodded and said, "Mm. Watching their battle will be a huge help to us."

With that, she cast a brief glance at Chen Fan and said flatly, "I'm warning you—with your current physical condition, forcing yourself to cultivate will only make your injuries worse. If you've got nothing to do, get back in bed and don't delay Xiao Tian from changing your medicine."

Having said that, she turned and walked toward another door.

Zhang Rumeng looked at Chen Fan, stuck out her tongue slightly, then turned and followed Chen Jingjing.

Chen Fan, however, remained perfectly calm, though his mind was already turning over Zhang Rumeng's words.

The Heavenly Court!

This was the second time today he'd heard that term. Perhaps, before recovering his cultivation and heading to Demon King Valley, he ought to go take a look at the Heavenly Court first.