Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 722: The Mysterious Group in the Mountain Range of Magical Beasts

“Xiu Houston!” Jian Chen muttered. A gleam of light exploded in his eyes while in his mind, he could not help but think of uncle Xiu’s old but straight body.

“Xiu Houston, uncle Xiu. The sect master of the Bloodsword Sect actually has the same surname as uncle Xiu from Longevity Valley. Perhaps they’re the same people?” Jian Chen thought. He could not help but think of the moment when uncle Xiu had first seen the small white tiger.

Thinking of the tiger, Jian Chen could not help but look at his shoulder. He only saw the snow-white tiger fast asleep, curled up on his shoulder like a small cat. It was digesting the medicinal effects deposited in his body by the heavenly resources.

Afterwards, Jian Chen looked at the powerful Wang Yanhong. He only saw Wang Yanhong stare at him with a flickering gaze, completely ignoring the white tiger on his shoulder. She clearly was unable to discern the white tiger’s true identity.

“Jian Chen, perhaps you’ve seen the sect master of the Bloodsword Sect?” Wang Yanhong’s eyes glowed with curiosity, and stared deeply at Jian Chen. Wang Yanhong had also seen the four red-clothed men who had appeared at the Changyang Manor, and had already guessed their identities from the thick Baleful Yin Force they gave off. They were people of the Bloodsword Sect that had disappeared a thousand years ago, and they were not weak. They clearly held a certain status within the sect.

Wang Yanhong was also extremely curious about why the Bloodsword Sect had come to the Changyang Manor. She wanted to know the answer. Her first guess was that Jian Chen had some connection with the Bloodsword Sect.

Jian Chen shook his head, “Senior, I’ve only learnt about the Bloodsword Sect today, let alone knowing the sect master.” Although he had put it in such a way, images of uncle Xiu constantly floated through his mind. Jian Chen always felt that uncle Xiu was extremely profound, and he shared the same surname with the Bloodsword Sect sect master. Also, uncle Xiu’s family situation matched up extremely well with what the sect master had suffered. He had no partner, only a son and a grandson. Jian Chen just did not know how old Xiu Mi was.

Also, only the grand elder of Mercenary City and uncle Xiu could tell the white tiger’s identity with a glance up until now. That was enough to show uncle Xiu’s extraordinaire.

Though, Jian Chen only guessed that the Bloodsword Sect sect master might have some connection with uncle Xiu. He had yet to confirm it.

Leaving the garden, Jian Chen immediately spent a great amount to buy a thousand-year ice coffin, which he placed his parent’s corpses inside. Although powerful Radiant Saint Masters could revive the dead, the bodies had to remain in a good condition.

Jian Chen stayed in the Changyang Manor for seven days. In those seven days, the Changyang Manor was always overcast by a cloud of gloominess and after the seven days, many of those who had come to express sympathy had already left. There was barely anyone left, but they still had not taken a single step into the manor.

Seven days later, Jian Chen had gotten over his sorrow. However, what had happened to his parents left an irremovable mark on Jian Chen. It caused him to become colder, always with a stern expression. All the smiles he possessed had disappeared.

On that day, Jian Chen bid farewell to the people there. He departed from the Changyang Manor with the ice coffins that carried his parents. He was about to go on a long journey and only feared that a careless accident would happen to his parent’s bodies. As a result, he needed to find a safe place to keep the coffins that could guarantee that nothing would happen. Only like that could he leave without any worries.

Although ice coffins could be placed into Spatial Rings, Jian Chen did not do that. He was already a powerful Saint Ruler, but he still had enemies on the Tian Yuan Continent. Also, the five Saint Rulers were currently pursuing him. If anything were to happen to him, his parents would never see the day of light again.

Time could blunt everything. After seven days of buffering from the tragedy that had occurred with the Changyang clan, it had already begun to settle down. Meanwhile, Jian Chen instead carried the ice coffins, and soared high up in the sky. He hurried to Qinhuang Kingdom as he planned to keep his parent’s bodies in the Qin Heaven Palace, a place that belonged to him to live in.