Chapter 601

Chapter 601: Farewell

Wang Chen’s reason for leaving the sect was to undertake training.

This was also a tradition among the cultivators of the Changhe lineage. Currently, besides Cao Hóng Zhì, Yin Sùlán, and Wang Chen, all of Changhe Zhenren’s true disciples were out practicing.

As a result, Wang Chen, the youngest disciple, only knew one senior brother and one senior sister.

Compared to Senior Brother Cao Hóng Zhì, Wang Chen had a closer relationship with Yin Sùlán.

It was through the Yin family’s connections that he found the Path to Heaven. While he couldn’t reveal secrets, he offered his senior sister a subtle hint before parting.

Yin Sùlán did not press for details but simply said, "If you need my help, just ask."

In fact, she also intended to leave Changhe Island to sharpen her swordsmanship in dangerous places.

Wang Chen smiled and replied, "It’s just Xinlan who needs to trouble senior sister."

To be precise, Wang Chen hoped the Yin family would look after the Xu family in the future.

The Yin family was a prominent cultivation clan within the West Sea Sect, and with their name, no one would trouble the small Xu family and Xu Xinlan.

Yin Sùlán replied without hesitation, "Rest assured, even if I’m not at the sect, my family will help look after them."

Wang Chen expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, senior sister."

He gazed deeply at her, "We will meet again if fate allows!"

Yin Sùlán realized something and nodded silently, "Take care."

After Yin Sùlán left, Wang Chen first escorted Xu Xinlan home, then flew to Changhe Island.

He arrived in front of Changhe Zhenren’s training cave.

This cave was hidden within the Dao Palace, accessible only to true disciples, but the entrance was tightly shut, and the talismans on the stone door glowed lightly.

Wang Chen knelt on the ground and respectfully bowed three times.

He didn’t expect to find the Path to Heaven so quickly and was about to leave the Mountain-Sea Realm.

His relationship with Changhe Zhenren, his master, would pause at this point.

Wang Chen always held gratitude and respect for this master.

In terms of cultivation, Changhe Zhenren had provided him with considerable guidance, directing him on the path to condensing elixirs.

In other matters, Changhe Zhenren had not treated Wang Chen poorly either.

Leaving without saying goodbye made Wang Chen feel guilty.

But he had no other choice.

After performing a deep bow, Wang Chen flicked his finger and placed a letter symbol on the stone door.

Once Changhe Zhenren exited the hidden chamber, he would receive Wang Chen’s message.

In the following days, Wang Chen spent his time in Wailing City at the Xu family.

As their separation approached, Xu Xinlan became particularly clingy, and the two cherished their final moments together.

On the third day, Wang Chen received a long-awaited talisman.

After reading its contents, he said to Xu Xinlan, "I am leaving."

Xu Xinlan threw herself into Wang Chen’s arms, her face already streaked with tears.

Wang Chen gently caressed her hair and spoke softly, “Take care of yourself. Within thirty years, I will surely come for you!”

This was Wang Chen’s vow to Xu Xinlan.

This promise was no empty declaration; if Wang Chen were to break it and fail to fulfill it, it would profoundly impact his heart of the path.

It might even become an inner demon!

Wang Chen dared to make such a binding promise because he was confident in his ability to keep it.

If, in thirty years, he had not yet established himself in the Haotian Realm and lacked the strength to guide Xu Xinlan upward, he might as well find a block of tofu and end his life!

Thirty years might seem like half a lifetime to a mortal, but for cultivators, the perception of time was vastly different.

Xu Xinlan, having broken through to open a house, now possessed a lifespan of two hundred years. Moreover, Wang Chen had used his remaining sect merits to exchange for high-quality elixirs to preserve her youth and vitality, ensuring she could wait without worry.

Most importantly, thirty years was merely the maximum time Wang Chen had set for himself.

Perhaps in ten or twenty years, he would already have grown strong enough!

Xu Xinlan sensed Wang Chen’s sincerity and unwavering resolve, which greatly eased her sorrow and anxiety.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled, saying, “I will wait for you, my lord!”

Wang Chen leaned down and pressed a magical seal onto Xu Xinlan’s forehead.

This magical seal carried his affection and his promise.

Then, Wang Chen summoned the Longyuan Sword and soared into the sky!

He did not look back, burying his tender feelings deep within his heart as he flew away from Wailing City.

Wang Chen knew all too well that the path he was about to tread was fraught with peril.

To overcome such a monumental challenge, he could not afford any weakness or emotional entanglements!

He rode the sword light for over an hour before landing on a solitary island.

This was the location marked on the talisman he had received earlier.

The island was small enough to take in at a glance, with no dense forests or vegetation. Such islands were as common as hairs on a cow in the West Sea, making it entirely inconspicuous.

Wang Chen landed on the island and glanced around, but saw no one.

Just as he began to wonder if he had been deceived, a flying ship suddenly appeared.

Wang Chen’s heart tightened, and he immediately activated Thousand Transformations.

His appearance shifted to one that was plain and unremarkable.

The flying ship descended silently before him, and the cabin door opened, lowering a gangway.

Wang Chen stepped aboard without hesitation.

A figure clad in black robes and wearing a silver-white mask stood at the entrance, extending his left hand.

A ferryman!

Wang Chen took a deep breath and placed the jade token he had prepared into the man’s hand.

This was the Heavenly Order, the “ticket” given to Wang Chen by Uncle Jiu of the Yin family, which recognized the order, not the person.

The black-robed man stowed the jade token and gestured for Wang Chen to take a seat inside the cabin.

Wang Chen was not the only passenger; there were over twenty other cultivators aboard.

Most wore masks and maintained a respectful distance, creating a heavy atmosphere within the cabin.

The flying ship ascended, heading toward its new destination.

The ferryman was the one who controlled the ship.

He remained silent throughout, but the aura he exuded suggested he was at the Golden Core level!

Wang Chen and the other passengers, all at the Purple Palace Level, naturally dared not act out of line.

From within the cabin, they could not see the outside, but periodically, the flying ship would land to pick up one or several new passengers.

When the number of passengers reached fifty and the cabin could hold no more, the ship finally stopped boarding.

Wang Chen had not expected so many cultivators to be “smuggling” to the upper realm alongside him.

And this was just one “flight.”

After flying for nearly another hour, the ship shuddered slightly, as if docking somewhere.

At that moment, the cabin door opened once more.

The ferryman suddenly spoke, “We have arrived.”

His voice was hoarse and rough, as if he had not spoken in a long time.

The passengers exchanged glances and then filed out of the ship in an orderly manner.