Returning Home

Yang Chen slowly walked out of the cave dwelling. For some reason, after obtaining the Azure Dragon Five Tiger Sword, a surge of impulse stirred within him.

It was the urge to properly test out this spirit-grade longsword!

It felt just like a child who had received a beloved toy, itching to play with it to their heart's content.

"Time to find a place to test it out!"

Yang Chen's eyes flickered for a moment, and then his entire body leaped into the mountains like a swallow. His frame felt as light as a feather as he soared through the forest.

Deep within White Tiger Mountain.

Yang Chen swung his sword, and white and blue radiance flashed alternately. A massive sword beam instantly erupted from the Azure Dragon Five Tiger Sword.

It looked like a crescent moon, and a terrifying tearing force exploded in an instant.

Boom!

The ground was sliced open, leaving a massive fissure. In front of Yang Chen, an A-grade bear-type spirit beast pushed its black paws forward, attempting to rely on its physical body to withstand this terrifying strike.

But how could such a terrifying blow be blocked by a mere A-grade beast?

Swish~

The sword beam easily tore through the black bear's chest and landed on a towering ancient tree.

The tree was severed clean through by the sword beam!

"What a sharp sword!"

Yang Chen sighed in admiration.

At the same time, his eyes remained glued to the Azure Dragon Five Tiger Sword, unable to look away.

As for the black bear's inner core, Yang Chen couldn't even be bothered to take a second look. He casually put it away without even absorbing its ability; after all, some abilities were just too trashy for him, and there was simply no need!

Yang Chen's requirements for abilities were gradually increasing. Ordinary abilities really didn't catch his eye anymore, unless they were very rare or special.

It was just like the weapon ability of that A-grade Island Nation Person from before, but since it was a staff-type weapon, it wasn't what Yang Chen wanted, so he chose not to absorb it.

He placed the black bear's inner core into his space ring and then headed out of White Tiger Mountain.

At this moment, two days had already passed out of the three-day limit. In these two days, Yang Chen's gains could be considered quite significant.

Indeed, staying confined to one's own bubble would never lead to improvement; one could only improve through practice!

He had to admit, although there weren't many battles, the experience he accumulated was substantial.

At the very least, Yang Chen now had a certain level of understanding of the ability world.

White Tiger Mountain was vast, but for the current Yang Chen, it took only a short while to walk out of it.

Although the mist inside White Tiger Mountain had a significant impact on visibility, its effect was much smaller in the sky. Yang Chen manipulated the power of the gale to take flight and soared out of the mountain.

In the distance, the black sedan had already entered Yang Chen's field of vision.

Although it was only the size of a small black dot, it proved that Yang Chen had headed in the right direction.

Yang Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, his sense of direction wasn't very accurate; he could truly be called a pathologically lost person.

Now that he had found the right direction, Yang Chen was able to exit the mountain quickly.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man in black, who had been instructed by Elder Wang to wait outside White Tiger Mountain, checked his watch and glanced toward the entrance of the mountain from time to time.

Two days had passed, and he only had one more day to wait before he could return to report.

At this moment, Yang Chen landed at a distance from the middle-aged man in black. He didn't want to expose the fact that he possessed gale abilities; after all, he couldn't yet protect himself in the ability world, so he preferred to reveal as little as possible.

Who knew if that middle-aged man in black would secretly tell others?

Then, under the gaze of the middle-aged man in black, Yang Chen slowly walked out from the entrance.

Seeing Yang Chen emerge, the middle-aged man in black finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although Elder Wang had said he could return after three days regardless of whether Yang Chen came out or not, the man knew how to conduct himself and understood that the young man before him was definitely a person of extraordinary talent.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to take on the mission of killing the Flying Tiger at such an age.

One had to know, even he might not have been able to complete that mission!

Since Yang Chen had come out, it was clear the mission was complete. Such a genius was surely heavily protected at Number 98!

"Let's go!"

Yang Chen beckoned to the middle-aged man in black and walked straight toward the black sedan. He sprawled carelessly onto the seat and took a can of iced beverage from the small refrigerator inside the car, drinking it in large gulps.

Although the past two days weren't exactly life-or-death battles, Yang Chen hadn't eaten anything proper. At most, he had killed some spirit beasts and roasted them, but since he didn't have any seasonings, it was truly awful.

Moreover, he had to stay alert for spirit beast attacks at night, so he hadn't slept well either.

Now that he was in a comfortable space, Yang Chen stopped tensing up and began to enjoy himself.

The middle-aged man in black smiled slightly at this, then sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

Vroom vroom!!

The engine roared, emitting a long stream of air from the exhaust, and then the car shot off like a meteor, cutting through the horizon toward Jiangnan City.

Not long after the black sedan left, the entire body of White Tiger Mountain seemed to tremble slightly, and tiny cracks began to spread across the ground.

Deep, deep beneath the earth of White Tiger Mountain, a red pupil suddenly emerged, carrying a terrifying pressure.

Instantly, all the spirit beasts within White Tiger Mountain prostrated themselves, as if facing a king or an emperor, not daring to move a muscle.

Within those blood-red pupils, a trace of weariness emerged, as if it had weathered great storms and was now utterly exhausted.

"You must grow up quickly; we do not have much time left!"

An ancient, hollow voice boomed throughout the entirety of White Tiger Mountain like a muffled thunderclap. Some of the weaker spirit beasts on the mountain were even pulverized into pulp by the sheer shockwave of that sound!

Even the A-rank and S-rank spirit beasts trembled, not daring to let out a single breath!

If Yang Chen were still here, he would undoubtedly recognize that the owner of this voice was none other than the White Tiger itself!

In other words, the depths beneath White Tiger Mountain were the White Tiger's lair!

The White Tiger was not dead after all!

To be continued!