Chapter 824 Zhang Yuan’s Determination
Far away, thousands of miles from the Imperial Dynasty,
in a mysterious region that few knew about,
a youth was walking alone deep into the area.
The youth wore plain black clothes without any patterns, but even so, they could not hide his noble aura.
He was born extremely handsome!
Between his brows and eyes, there was a hint of breathtaking beauty.
He walked ahead without saying a word, but then he heard a strange laugh coming from the nearby woods.
“Oh?”
“Where did this little thing come from? Looks so tender and soft, quite charming~”
Zhang Yuan frowned slightly.
The person opposite clearly had no intention of letting him go, and the tone sounded more and more excessive.
“Pity it’s not a little girl. A boy... loses some flavor, more or less...”
“But boy or girl, as long as they’re pretty, they can both be enjoyed...”
“Hehe...”
A strange laugh echoed through the woods.
Zhang Yuan’s voice was faint.
“Who’s there? Show yourself.”
The youth’s voice was like flowing water atop an iceberg, light and calm.
The strange laugh grew louder.
“Oh~ a little one with a bit of a temper, huh? Haha, this is not a place for you to act recklessly...”
Zhang Yuan turned his head. His stunningly beautiful face carried faint traces of baleful aura, yet he did not seem weak in the slightest. That incredibly beautiful appearance, paired with the faint killing intent and baleful aura, made him look like an Asura from hell.
The long sword in his hand suddenly left its sheath, and the next second, endless sword light burst forth from the blade, rushing straight ahead.
The person’s laughter stopped abruptly.
“Ten Thousand Swords Through the Heart…?”
“Who are you, exactly?”
With that voice, the person before him finally revealed his true appearance.
It was a middle-aged man who looked particularly fierce. One half of his face was normal, but the other half looked as if it had been branded with scorching iron, his features twisted.
His gaze was like that of a venomous snake, fixed tightly on Zhang Yuan, his voice tinged with disbelief.
“Your aura…”
He suddenly looked up and laughed coldly.
“Someone from the Imperial Family actually stoops to come to this foul-smelling hell?”
Zhang Yuan raised his head. His eyes were icy, but upon closer inspection, faint flames danced within that cold gaze.
His voice was indifferent, carrying a hint of faint seriousness.
“Precisely because this place is cruel. That’s why I came.”
The next second, he tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.
Without the pressure of life and death, he simply could not break through quickly.
His current cultivation strength was still insufficient.
Insufficient for him to do what he wanted to do and possess what he wanted to possess!
The Bloodline power surging within his body seemed to boil once again.
Zhang Yuan looked at the middle-aged man before him as if he were looking at a dead man.
This kind of opponent no longer troubled him now.
He would pay for his foul mouth.
...
Ten minutes later.
Zhang Yuan gently closed the other’s eyes. Without a glance at the corpse, he turned around and walked deeper in.
Not far away, there was a stream. Zhang Yuan removed his blood-stained clothes and stepped into the water.
Unlike his face, his figure, though still slender, gave a sense of astonishing explosive power beneath that delicate appearance.
And on his chest, there was a shocking, large scar from a wound.
The wound was clearly recent, with only a thin layer of scab formed.
He had come prepared with countless Spirit Pills, but the wound was truly terrifying—almost a fatal injury—so it still looked extremely shocking.
Zhang Yuan placed his palm over his chest.
That wound had missed piercing his heart by just a little.
That moment had been when he was closest to death—
It happened when he had just entered this place. Because he did not yet understand the survival Cosmic Laws here or the enemies he would face, he was momentarily careless and got surrounded by a group.
With his cultivation strength and the Magical Treasures he carried, even if he could not win, he should not have suffered such a severe injury.
But for some reason, at the most critical moment of the battle—
his heart suddenly felt a stabbing pain!
He felt as if his whole body was about to burst with agony.
And in that instant, the Bloodline power throughout his body became uncontrollable!
That was why he lost focus for a moment and got stabbed hard through the chest.
If he had not used his last bit of strength to twist his body slightly,
he might have died right there on the spot.
That was the closest he had ever been to death.
Zhang Yuan gently placed his hand over his wound.
He avoided letting the water touch it.
But the next second, he bit his lip, his expression shifting slightly.
If he remembered correctly…
At the moment his chest was pierced…
he seemed to vaguely see the phantom of Xuanyue.
He did not even know why.
He could only faintly see that the girl seemed covered in golden light…
but it was very blurry.
What Zhang Yuan did not know was that the moment his chest exploded in pain was precisely the instant Ye Xuanyue’s Bloodline Power erupted.
That was why he faintly sensed it.
After all, the Spiritual Vein within his body still belonged to Ye Xuanyue!
Zhang Yuan clutched his chest. He raised his head, the youth’s gaze growing even colder. He took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the stream. Under the moonlight, the huge scar on his chest looked fierce. He lowered his head and silently clenched his fist.
Not strong enough—he still was not strong enough now.
He could feel that the Bloodline Power within his body still had much left unreleased.
Under the moonlight, he walked forward step by step.
But then he heard a low voice.
“I know who you are.”
“Though I’m a bit curious why you came here—would you like to cooperate with me?”
Zhang Yuan turned around.
Before him stood an unfamiliar woman with a gentle smile.
It was hard to tell her age.
Looking at the incredibly beautiful youth before her, her smile held a touch of gentleness.
“I am the chief Saintess of the Voice Listening Pavilion in our Sect.”
“I think perhaps we have a basis for cooperation.”
Zhang Yuan’s expression remained unmoved.
Just as he was about to turn away, he heard the woman speak again.
“We really can cooperate.”
“After all, everyone in our Sect knows.”
“That highest, most exalted person in your Imperial Dynasty—”
“He must choose a new Successor.”
Zhang Yuan turned his face.
The youth’s voice was very certain.
“Oh?”
The person opposite smiled and said,
“And if you can successfully make it out of here, that Successor is very likely to be you.”