Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Unrest

With the four main attributes of physique, root bone, comprehension, and soul, Wang Chen’s starting point in his new life was quite low.

Especially his most crucial attributes, root bone and comprehension, which only had a mere two points each. If it weren’t for the ability to gain Heavenly Merit to enhance his attributes, he would still be a young Qi Training cultivator.

However, Wang Chen’s soul attributes were exceptionally high, starting with 3 plus 6 points, making even the sum of his root bone and comprehension, when doubled, pale in comparison.

His powerful soul granted Wang Chen extraordinary perception, even giving rise to some unique abilities.

Wang Chen could communicate with nature on a certain level and sense impending danger, and this extraordinary intuition had saved his life several times before.

As his strength continuously grew and he made breakthroughs, his soul attributes increased, enhancing such abilities even further.

Wang Chen could even accurately distinguish good from evil.

In his eyes, none of the so-called White Wolf Gang members were good, and killing them all would leave no innocents behind.

Especially Cao Xiong, who was surrounded by an invisible blood light and malevolent aura, incredibly stinky and grotesque.

For a villain like him, dying without proper rites would inevitably turn him into an Evil Spirit!

Thus, when Wang Chen acted, he unleashed the Sky Thunder technique he had mastered to perfection.

With thunder descending, dispelling evil and terror, it aimed to address all disobedience!

The more than ten villains, including Cao Xiong, had no time to evade, and before they could even scream in agony, they were reduced to dust by bolts of destructive lightning.

The destructive power of the Purple Palace level Sky Thunder was simply too overwhelming; even if the force was spread out, these scum couldn’t withstand it.

In an instant, their souls were obliterated, saving the need for any afterlife rites!

Yet the fierce divine thunder, striking so close to the children from the White Wolf Gang, left them all unharmed.

They were not affected at all.

All of them stared wide-eyed in shock, their mouths agape, unable to utter a word.

Inside and outside the small courtyard, silence reigned.

"Ah!"

One onlooker suddenly screamed in panic, causing the others to awaken from their daze and flee in all directions.

The scene of the White Wolf Gang members dying before their eyes was deeply shocking, making their hearts tremble, with some even wetting their pants from fear.

Fleeing was an instinctive reaction.

At that moment, Meng Fei looked at Wang Chen, and his fervent gaze could only be described with the word "admiration."

He knew Wang Chen was powerful, but he never expected him to be this strong.

With just a gesture, strong enemies turned to dust—this was a true cultivator!

At that moment, the young boy’s desire to become strong, to be as powerful as Wang Chen, became unwavering.

"Clean up."

Wang Chen spoke to Meng Fei and the others, "I’ll take you to another place."

He had been away from the Celestial Guardian’s pavilion for several days. Though he had used the excuse of closed-door cultivation, he couldn’t avoid appearing forever.

Wang Chen also couldn’t stay here to act as a babysitter for a group of children.

Taking them away was inevitable.

The children exchanged glances, all turning their eyes to Meng Fei.

Meng Fei stamped his foot in frustration, "Why are you all looking at me? Didn’t you hear the Immortal Master’s orders? Hurry up and pack your things!"

Once the big brother spoke, the children immediately sprang into action.

In truth, they had little to their name, so they gathered only the essentials—pots, bowls, bedding, and a few clothes—before preparing to flee.

Wang Chen watched with a mix of amusement and exasperation: "You don’t need to carry all this junk. Once we’re up top, you can buy whatever you need."

It was truly painful to watch!

These children, accustomed to hardship, even lugged out a foul-smelling chamber pot, unwilling to part with it.

In reality, all their possessions combined were worth no more than a few spirit fragments.

Meng Fei scratched his head sheepishly and quickly urged everyone to leave the junk behind, taking only some clothes.

He carried three storage bags but lacked the ability to open them.

"Let’s go," Wang Chen said, seeing they were ready.

But as they stepped out, a group of people blocked their path.

Among them were cultivators and several imposing martial artists.

The leader was a middle-aged cultivator with a weathered face, who bowed respectfully to Wang Chen. "May I ask, was it you who killed the members of the White Wolf Gang?"

Wang Chen nodded. "That’s right. Are you here to avenge them?"

"I wouldn’t dare," the middle-aged cultivator replied with a bitter smile. "We fear the White Wolf Gang will seek revenge, and if they can’t find the true culprit, they might take it out on us. I humbly ask for your understanding."

Though Wang Chen’s aura seemed weaker than his cultivation level, the recent events involving the White Wolf Gang left the middle-aged cultivator too intimidated to act rashly. He wouldn’t have dared to speak to Wang Chen if not for the fear of retribution.

"This is simple," Wang Chen said. "My surname is Wang. If the White Wolf Gang comes looking for you, tell them to find me at the Celestial Guardian’s pavilion."

With a flick of his hand, he produced a jade token.

The token floated in the air, radiating soft light that formed a large character: "Wang."

"Celestial Order!"

The middle-aged cultivator was stunned. "So, you are the new Celestial Guardian of the Xun Celestial Guardian’s pavilion. I, Lesser Steward Zhao Yecheng, pay my respects to the Celestial Guardian and beg for your forgiveness!"

Inside, he was filled with dread.

This middle-aged cultivator had known Wang Chen was no ordinary figure, but he never imagined his status was so lofty.

As a representative of the West Sea Sect, the Celestial Guardian was a Purple Palace master!

The followers behind the middle-aged cultivator turned pale, trembling in fear, some even dropping to their knees.

The Celestial Guardian of the Xun Celestial Guardian’s pavilion!

This was someone far beyond their reach. The thought of offending Wang Chen filled many with terror.

"You seem well-informed," Wang Chen remarked with a smile as he retrieved the Celestial Order. "Is this enough for you to explain?"

If he guessed correctly, this middle-aged cultivator, at the eighth level of Qi Training, was likely the head of the Xun Seven Underground.

Each underground had one or more such figures who maintained order.

Clearly, he had learned of the recent events and had come to negotiate.

As a leader, hiding from trouble would only erode his authority.

Zhao Yecheng nearly pressed his head to the ground. "I wouldn’t dare."

Wang Chen waved his hand and led the bewildered Meng Fei and the others away.

After a long pause, Zhao Yecheng straightened up and glared at a nearby man. "You nearly got me killed! That man is a Celestial Guardian!"

The man wore a mournful expression. "I didn’t know! If I had, I wouldn’t have dared to say a word!"

Zhao Yecheng slapped the man’s head before turning to gaze in the direction Wang Chen had gone.

It was as if he could see blood beginning to spread.

The head of the Xun Seven Underground murmured softly, "The Xun district is no longer peaceful."

He spoke so quietly that only he could hear.