Chapter 7602
Who Works for the Spirit Realm?
After speaking, the Black Dragon Taoist turned and walked to the corner of the main hall, where two stone benches were placed. Xiao Chen followed closely behind, and the two sat facing each other, their expressions becoming extremely solemn.
Qin Xianglan was very perceptive. She stood at a distance from the entrance of the main hall, not going forward to disturb them, but simply waiting quietly, her eyes full of curiosity, but without any intention of spying.
The Black Dragon Taoist looked at Xiao Chen and remained silent for a long time, as if recalling something. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his tone low and carrying a trace of distant reminiscence: "Have you heard of the War God King?"
Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm and composed as he slowly nodded.
"I've heard of it."
...The God of War was his identity back then, but he later concealed his identity and changed his appearance for some reason, and few people mention this name anymore.
The Black Dragon Taoist nodded slowly, the look of reminiscence in his eyes growing stronger, and his tone softening:
"Ten years ago, I was just an insignificant rogue cultivator with mediocre talent and low cultivation level. I offended a disciple of a major sect by accident."
Hunted by my enemies, severely wounded and on the verge of death, I fought with all my might to escape to the western region and hide in a remote town.
He paused, his gaze deepening, as if he were transported back to that desperate situation ten years ago:
"Not long after, my enemies caught up with me and surrounded me. I was covered in wounds and had no power to fight back. I thought I was going to die and even closed my eyes to wait for death."
"Just then, a man appeared."
The Black Dragon Taoist's tone gradually filled with gratitude.
He was dressed in white, with a cold and aloof demeanor, and exuded a chilling aura.
With a mere wave of my hand, all my enemies who were chasing me fell to the ground and died, without even a chance to resist.
Then he glanced at me, tossed down a bottle of pills, said only, 'Cultivate well,' and turned to leave, never to be seen again.
Xiao Chen listened quietly, a vague understanding forming in his mind...
Ten years ago, he did travel around the western region and casually saved many rogue cultivators who were being chased by their enemies.
It had been so long that he no longer remembered the specific details. He never expected that the Black Dragon Taoist was one of the people he had saved back then.
The Black Dragon Taoist looked at Xiao Chen, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration, and spoke solemnly:
"That person is the God of War King."
He saved my life and gave me the resources for cultivation. Without him, I wouldn't be who I am today, nor would the Black Dragon Temple exist. I've remembered this kindness for ten years and have never forgotten it.
Xiao Chen was silent for a moment, then looked at him calmly and slowly said, "So, you saved me last night because you recognized me?"
The Black Dragon Taoist nodded without hesitation, his tone firm:
"That's right. Others may not recognize you, after all, you've changed your appearance and hidden your cultivation level, but I won't forget you."
The aura you exude, that unique temperament you possess, that innate domineering yet aloofness—it's exactly the same as the War God King of yesteryear. No matter how you try to hide it, you can't fool me.
Xiao Chen looked at him without saying a word, her expression remaining calm...
He never expected that someone he had casually saved years ago would remember him for so long and would step forward to save him when he was in dire straits.
The Black Dragon Taoist continued, “Last night, I sensed a murderous aura emanating from the top of Wanhua Mountain in the temple. I didn’t want to get involved, but when I felt your presence, I knew it was you.”
"The God of War saved my life; how could I stand idly by? How could I watch my savior be besieged and killed by those petty villains?"
Xiao Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his tone calm:
"What happened back then was just a small favor, and I've long forgotten about it. You don't need to keep it in mind, and you don't need to offend the many forces in the Central Region for my sake."
The Black Dragon Taoist gently shook his head, his eyes resolute, his tone solemn:
"You may forget, but I cannot. A drop of kindness deserves a spring of gratitude, let alone a life-saving grace. If it weren't for you back then, I would have turned to dust long ago, and there would be no Black Dragon Taoist today."
He looked at Xiao Chen with unwavering determination, his tone carrying a hint of resolve:
"It is my blessing to have the opportunity to repay this kindness today. Even if I offend many powerful forces, even if I risk my life, I will never regret it."
Looking into his sincere eyes, Xiao Chen felt a pang of emotion...
He had saved many people in the past, most of whom were just passersby who would forget about him as soon as they turned their backs. He never expected that someone would remember this kindness for ten years and even be willing to pay any price to repay the kindness.
He remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly and solemnly: "I am hiding my identity now. I don't want anyone to know that I am the God of War, and I don't want to attract unnecessary trouble."
Black Dragon Taoist nodded quickly, his tone firm: "Don't worry, senior, I will never tell anyone. Even if it means death, I will keep this secret and never reveal your identity."
He paused, then stepped forward, his tone extremely respectful, with a hint of earnestness:
"From now on, whatever you need, just tell me. I'll go through fire and water for you, I'll do anything to repay your life-saving grace!"
Xiao Chen looked at him, a hint of warmth flashing in her eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a rare smile, and she slowly nodded: "Okay."
With the help of the Black Dragon Taoist, his next steps in dealing with Bai Shijing and resolving the troubles in the Central Region will undoubtedly be much smoother, and his ability to conceal his identity will also be more secure.
At this moment, he already had a plan in mind: it was time to settle the score with Bai Shijing.
The two chatted for a while in a corner of the main hall, mostly the Black Dragon Taoist instructing Xiao Chen on precautions for his future cultivation, his words full of concern and reverence.
Just then, Xiao Chen changed the subject, his expression suddenly becoming serious, and asked, "Senior, there is something I would like to ask you."
Upon hearing this, the Black Dragon Taoist nodded slightly and said in a calm tone, "Please speak. As long as it is something I know, I will tell you everything without reservation."
Xiao Chen looked up at him, his previously calm gaze instantly turning sharp as a knife, carrying an undeniable solemnity, and asked, word by word, "In the capital, who works for the Spirit Realm?"
Upon hearing the words "Spirit Realm," the Black Dragon Daoist's expression changed slightly. His previously peaceful demeanor vanished, replaced by a look of solemnity and apprehension.
The whisk in his hand trembled slightly; clearly, this question touched on a taboo he was unwilling to discuss.
He remained silent for a long while, his brows furrowed, his expression complex, as if weighing the pros and cons, or perhaps worrying about something. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his tone low and carrying a hint of barely perceptible gravity:
"Why are you asking this? Matters of the Spirit Realm are not for you to concern yourself with right now." (End of Chapter)