Chapter 623
by fanqienovelChapter 623: Shen Fu
Wang Chen flicked his hand and sent out a letter symbol, watching as a wisp of spiritual light flew toward the town ahead.
He stood quietly, waiting in place.
This letter symbol was from Zhang Mushan’s private collection, specifically used to contact his mother-in-law.
Wang Chen wasn’t sure if the letter symbol would reach her. If she wasn’t in the town, he would have to try again later.
He still had three more of the same letter symbols.
At that moment, the two little girls stopped crying. They timidly clutched Wang Chen’s clothes, their large eyes filled with fear and unease.
The past two months had undoubtedly been a nightmare for them.
The pain from this tragic experience might take a lifetime to heal.
Wang Chen affectionately patted their heads, sighing inwardly.
His abilities were limited, and he could only do so much.
He could only hope that Zhang Mushan and his wife would safely overcome this ordeal, and that Zhang Zhuanghu would be blessed with good fortune. One day, the family of five would reunite.
As he was lost in thought, a white figure suddenly approached swiftly and landed in front of Wang Chen.
The newcomer was exceptionally beautiful, dressed in a white gown with a graceful figure. However, her charming face was cold and distant, making her seem unapproachable.
Wang Chen was momentarily stunned.
This white-dressed woman was very young and bore a striking resemblance to Mrs. Zhang, perhaps six or seven parts alike.
Could she be a sister?
“Who are you?”
The white-dressed woman asked coldly, “Why do you have Zhang Mushan’s letter symbol?”
Wang Chen suddenly realized and quickly asked, “Are you Senior Shen Fu?”
The white-dressed woman nodded, “I am Shen Fu.”
Indeed!
Wang Chen hadn’t expected that Mrs. Zhang’s mother would look even younger and more beautiful than her daughter.
However, it was common for cultivators to have methods to preserve their youth, so he was merely surprised.
“I am Wang Chen.”
Wang Chen bowed respectfully, “I am a friend of Zhang Mushan.”
“At Brother Zhang’s request, I have brought his two daughters, your granddaughters, here. I ask that you take care of them for a while.”
Shen Fu slightly furrowed her brows, “Granddaughters? Did they have children?”
The female cultivator’s gaze shifted to Wang Chen’s sides, her eyes revealing a complex expression.
“Yes.”
Wang Chen gently patted the twins, “Xiaoyun, Xiaoxia, this is your grandmother.”
Sister Xiaoyun, being quite timid, immediately hid behind him.
Xiaoxia called out softly, “Grandma.”
The word “Grandma” softened Shen Fu’s gaze.
She beckoned to them, “Come here.”
Encouraged by Wang Chen, the two little girls overcame their fear of strangers and slowly approached Shen Fu.
Shen Fu’s resemblance to Mrs. Zhang made it easy for them to let down their guard.
Shen Fu crouched down and gently drew Xiaoyun and Xiaoxia into her arms, her silent gesture radiating warmth.
As a cultivator of her caliber, she could instantly discern whether the girls carried her bloodline.
As the two girls nestled into Shen Fu’s embrace, they both yawned in unison.
Their eyes closed, and they drifted into a deep sleep.
Shen Fu lifted them, one on each side, and asked in a deep voice, “What exactly happened?”
Clearly, she didn’t want her granddaughters to overhear any harsh truths, so she cast a spell to ensure they remained asleep.
Wang Chen then recounted the entire sequence of events to her, concluding, “My abilities are limited; I could only save Xiaoyun and Xiaoxia.”
“Thank you.”
Shen Fu gazed at him and said, “Zhang Mushan is fortunate to have a friend like you!”
Though Wang Chen had downplayed the risks he took to rescue the sisters, Shen Fu fully understood the dangers he had faced.
Such a friend was a rare treasure in the ruthless celestial realm!
“Sadly, my daughter was not so fortunate.”
Shen Fu sighed, “I should not have indulged her back then…”
She shook her head and left the thought unfinished.
Every family has its own struggles!
“Wang, fellow traveler,”
the female cultivator continued, “Now that Feixu Camp has fallen, if you have no other place to stay, you are welcome to come to Anping Town for a while.”
“I can vouch for you!”
“Thank you, Senior,”
Wang Chen politely declined, “I have other plans and must respectfully decline your generous offer.”
“Very well,”
Shen Fu did not insist, “If you encounter any trouble, feel free to seek me out here.”
Wang Chen bowed respectfully, “Thank you, Senior!”
The woman before him was no ordinary female cultivator; in Wang Chen’s perception, her cultivation level had reached the peak of the Purple Palace.
She was just one step away from condensing her elixir!
Though most Purple Palace cultivators never surpass this final hurdle, it wouldn’t be surprising if Shen Fu suddenly achieved the condensation of a Golden Core at this stage.
Thus, her promise held significant weight!
Wang Chen believed that Shen Fu held a high status in Anping Town.
However, having witnessed the downfall of Feixu Camp, he had no desire to join another loose cultivators’ faction and start anew.
As Shen Fu’s figure vanished into the town, Wang Chen turned to leave.
His promise to Zhang Mushan fulfilled, his next destination was…
Bailong Daze!
Bailong Daze lay a thousand miles southwest of Feixu Valley, spanning tens of thousands of miles. Legend had it that an ancient white dragon had fallen there, its body transforming into the vast, misty lakes.
Home to countless magical beasts and rich in resources, Bailong Daze was a frequent hunting and gathering ground for the cultivators of Feixu Camp.
Yet, Bailong Daze was perilous, and many who ventured there never returned.
Whether they perished in the marshes or were captured by demons or slavers remained a mystery.
In any case, venturing into Bailong Daze was fraught with considerable risk.
Wang Chen’s purpose in going was not to hunt or gather, but primarily to replenish the spirit gas for the Supreme Mysterious Spirit Dragon True Form Image.
After advancing the Supreme Mysterious Spirit Dragon Technique to a higher level, he had uncovered many of the treasure map’s secrets. Now, with the spirit gas nearly depleted, those functions were unusable, necessitating a replenishment.
If the time came when he needed it and it was unavailable, it would be most vexing.
With Bailong Daze spanning tens of thousands of miles, and Wang Chen not intending to provoke the demons, he believed he could find a safe spot if he chose wisely.
Moreover, he planned to further elevate the Supreme Mysterious Spirit Dragon Technique to unveil more secrets of the True Form image.
The Haotian Realm was exceedingly dangerous, and without a few life-saving strategies, survival was precarious.
Even though he had a magical flying ship at his disposal and could ride the Longyuan Sword in sword flight, he chose to forego both, opting instead for the more arduous method of ground travel to avoid attracting trouble.
Hastening and slowing down, taking detours, it took Wang Chen two days to finally reach the outskirts of Bailong Daze.