Su Wangchuan patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa knows what he's doing."
Su Chen nodded and said, "That's good. By the way, I'm leaving tomorrow."
Su Wangchuan frowned. "So soon? Why not stay a little longer?"
Su Wangchuan was naturally reluctant to part with his grandson. After all, Su Chen had helped him so much, and as his grandfather, he had not only failed to be there for Su Chen when he was born, but had also done nothing to help him. He felt guilty for not fulfilling his duties as a grandfather and wanted to make amends. Who knew that Su Chen would leave so soon?
"There's no other way; there are still many things at the academy that I need to handle." The blazing sunlight shone on Su Chen's silver hair, making it shimmer.
Upon hearing this, Su Wangchuan understood and sighed softly, "Alright then, let's all get together tonight."
Time flew by, and the next day arrived in the blink of an eye. It was noon when Su Chen bid farewell to his family and left the Mystic Hall.
Everyone watched Su Chen leave, their eyes filled with reluctance.
Shen Yanlan's expression was complicated, and she couldn't help but sigh.
Qin An patted her shoulder and said softly, " Chen'er has grown up. There are some things he needs to do. Before long, we'll be able to get together again."
Shen Yanlan shook her head and said, "I just feel very guilty towards Xiao Chen. As his grandmother, I didn't spend enough time with him when he was little. I hope he won't blame me."
Yan Qingwu said, "Grandma, I know Xiao Chen. He won't blame you, so please don't overthink it."
Shen Yanlan smiled slightly and said, "Okay, Grandma, I don't want to."
"Mmm!" Yan Qingwu laughed happily, her long, black hair flying in the wind, her eyes bright and lively, her chin slightly pointed, her appearance otherworldly.
As if remembering something, she looked at Qin An, her face hesitant, and remained silent for a long time.
Qin An noticed her expression and asked, " Qingwu, what's wrong?"
Yan Qingwu finally said, "Mother, I have just entered the Immortal Emperor realm and know nothing about it. I would like to ask you for your help in my cultivation."
Qin An was taken aback, and then was about to speak.
Shen Yanlan, who was standing nearby, spoke up first, "Silly girl, your mother is pregnant, she should rest well. As for your cultivation, I will help you."
Qin An laughed and said, "Your grandmother is much more capable than me; she's the most suitable person to guide your cultivation."
Yan Qingwu looked at Shen Yanlan, smiled sweetly, her pearly teeth sparkling, and said, "Then thank you, Grandma."
Shen Yanlan shook her head and said, "Cultivating here will involve a lot of hardship, which most people can't endure. Think it over carefully."
A glint of light flashed in Yan Qingwu's eyes, and her snow-white body shone with an alluring luster, shrouded in the hazy moonlight, making her appear incomparably holy.
Why does she cultivate so diligently? Isn't it all so that she can stand beside Su Chen? If she can't even endure a little hardship, how can she catch up with him? How can she stand by his side?
Without hesitation, she replied, "Grandma, I've thought it through. I hope you won't go easy on me."
"Don't worry, I definitely won't hold back." Shen Yanlan's lips curled into a slight smile, clearly pleased.
The God Realm, White Orchid Star, is a powerful planet that governs tens of thousands of planets. The masters of this planet are the War God Clan. The War God Clan is born warlike, possesses perception and control abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, and has an extremely strong mental will. This mental will allows them to unleash even greater power in battle. Therefore, every member of the War God Clan is incredibly powerful.
The sky above White Orchid Star resembles a bronze-colored silk soaked in hot blood, pressing heavily upon the earth. The people of the War God Clan reside in the heartland, in towering, steep mountain ranges that pierce the clouds. The peaks are like sharp swords stabbing straight into the sky, and the mountains shimmer with a strange metallic luster—these are veins of minerals containing powerful energy.
Upon entering, the first thing that catches the eye is a series of majestic castles, built from huge black basalt rocks. Each rock is engraved with ancient runes and mysterious patterns, which faintly radiate a golden light under the sunlight.
At the heart of the territory stood a sacred temple, radiating a soft golden light. It housed the totem of the War God Clan, a statue a thousand feet tall. This statue was clad in magnificent armor, wielding a giant halberd, its face solemn and dignified, its eyes filled with boundless majesty. Though merely a statue, it exuded an incomparably terrifying fighting spirit.
Before the statue stood a middle-aged man, a robust figure, over eight feet tall, with broad shoulders that seemed capable of bearing a thousand pounds. He wore a tight-fitting black outfit, the fabric subtly embroidered with fine silver threads, outlining mysterious and ancient patterns, shimmering with a cold luster.
His hands hung naturally at his sides as he gazed at the statue before him, standing there until nightfall before suddenly asking, "Have you found the person?"
His tone was indifferent, revealing no emotion or feeling whatsoever.
As the middle-aged man finished speaking, a figure appeared behind him, clad in dark gold armor with edges inlaid with eerie blue magic crystals. The armor shimmered with intricate patterns, as if it were alive.
The armored man knelt on one knee with a respectful expression and upright posture, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Not yet."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man slowly closed his eyes, his breathing becoming long and even. Only after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn did he calmly say, "He is the only descendant of the Martial God in my clan, inheriting the Martial God's will. We must find him."
"Yes, sir!"
The armored man responded respectfully, then stood up to leave.
"Etc."
The middle-aged man suddenly called out to the man in the armor.
The armored man paused, then asked, "My lord, is there anything else you require?"
"Take this with you." The middle-aged man opened his right hand, revealing a jade pendant in his palm. The jade pendant was lustrous and translucent, pure and flawless, delicate and warm, and carved with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns, lifelike.
The jade pendant transformed into a stream of light, flew to the middle-aged man, and hovered silently in front of him.
The armored man examined the jade pendant, his expression changing drastically as he exclaimed in surprise, "Could this be the jade pendant of the Martial God?"
The middle-aged man said calmly, "Yes, it will guide you to him."
The armored man put away the jade pendant and nodded, saying, "I will definitely find the descendant of the Martial God."
He retreated, and the middle-aged man, gazing at the statue before him, murmured to himself, " Martial God, what exactly did you experience back then? Why are there your descendants outside? And why did you suddenly disappear?"
He had so many questions, but no one could answer them for him. Finally, he sighed softly, "I hope that child truly inherited your will."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into starlight and vanished, as if he had never been there at all...