Yuan Zun: Starting with the Eight Ancestral Symbols

Chapter 98 Meeting Ancestor Cang Xuan
Gulu!

Many people swallowed their saliva and thought secretly in their hearts that Mu Chen was really a ruthless guy. He actually killed Ye Ming here without saying a word. He was really decisive.

The corners of Yaoyao's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a charming smile. She knew that this was Muchen's way of venting her anger. It was a bit regrettable that she couldn't do it herself, but it wasn't bad either.

Wu Huang, who was not far away, wiped his face expressionlessly. That was the blood splashed by Ye Ming. The death of this so-called "ally" did not bring any emotional fluctuations to him.

"Wu Huang, unfortunately, someone has already dealt with you, otherwise I would have killed you as well." Mu Chen turned to look at Wu Huang and said lightly.

"Who? The useless dragon of the Zhou family, or that woman?" Wu Huang said in a light tone, full of contempt. Even if Muchen attacked him, he was not afraid now. This was his mysterious confidence.

“It’s me, Wu Huang. You’ve enjoyed the things you took from me for so long, it’s time to return them.” Zhou Yuan looked at Wu Huang with sharp eyes, full of murderous intent.

“Haha, you really have no self-awareness. You are not qualified to possess the Holy Dragon Luck.” Wu Huang sneered and looked at Zhou Yuan with disdain.

In his eyes, Zhou Yuan was just a vessel that carried the luck that came to him. Over the past decade or so, it had been proven that he was the true owner of the Holy Dragon's luck.

"Whether you are qualified or not, you can only know it after a fight. This time, it should be resolved." Zhou Yuan said calmly.

At this moment, the two of them were at loggerheads, and the murderous intent they exuded made the air around them drop several degrees.

hum!
Suddenly, a beam of light fell from the sky and enveloped Muchen. The next second, before anyone could react, Muchen disappeared right before their eyes.

Yaoyao's eyes changed, becoming cold in an instant, and she looked up at the sky. If something happened to Muchen, there would be no need for this holy place to exist.

In Yaoyao's eyes, after being together for so long, Muchen is at least half a family member.

"Where is Mu Chen? Was he expelled because he killed someone here and broke the rules?"

Zhou Yuan said doubtfully, Zuoqiu Qingyu and others also agreed with Zhou Yuan's statement. After all, who would kill people here? Their targets were basically the Holy Tower, and they would be much more low-key here.

Even sworn enemies like Wu Huang and Zhou Yuan only exchanged verbal blows and did not engage in physical combat to challenge the laws of the Holy Land.

"It should be fine. At most, he will lose the final qualification to compete." Zuoqiu Qingyu also felt sorry for Muchen. If he were there, he would have been able to get the greatest opportunity in the end.

On the other side, Muchen appeared on a gravel path, surrounded by a faint mist, and in front of him, there was a very ancient stone pavilion.

"Did I pass the level directly?" Muchen muttered.

Normally, only the final winner can come here and have the opportunity to be baptized by holy blood. I didn't expect that he would have such treatment.

"call!"

With a wave of his sleeves, the dust on the stone chair was swept away. It seemed that no one else had been here. Mu Chen sat directly on the stone chair. Yaoyao should also come, so he waited for her.

He took out a bottle of fine wine from his Qiankun bag, took a sip, and admired the beautiful scenery of the mountains. The lush trees swayed in the wind, the birds chirped, the flowers bloomed, and the sound of flowing springs was like the collision of jade, playing the natural sounds of nature.

In this secluded place far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, the soul seems to have calmed down.

I can only sigh that the years are quiet and good...

...Not long after, Yaoyao appeared on the path below, rubbing her dizzy head. Suddenly, she noticed Mu Chen in the stone pavilion and her expression paused.

"So you got here first. I'm glad you're okay."

Yaoyao tidied her clothes and sat on another stone chair. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind. She stretched out her slender hand, picked up the empty glass on the table skillfully, and poured herself a glass of wine. She knew that this was prepared by Muchen for her.

"Yaoyao, how did you get here? Were you also teleported here by the beam of light?"

After he came here, he knew that it was Ancestor Cang Xuan who took action, so he did not worry about safety issues. After all, he had no relationship with the Holy Clan and was not a member of the Holy Palace.

And we will fight the Saints in the future, so they are all our own people.

"When I was climbing the holy ladder, I was swept down by the green torrent. Then when I came to my senses, I appeared here."

"It seems that someone doesn't want us to fight them, or thinks that there is no need for us to get involved."

It was nothing to Yaoyao. She had no interest in the greatest fortune in the holy land. She could have waited outside. She entered the holy land just because she was bored.

"That's true. Let's go up and see what happened that brought us both here, instead of just expelling us from the holy land." Mu Chen stood up and patted his butt.

Yaoyao nodded slightly and drank the wine in the glass.

The two of them strolled through the mountains and forests, and passed through a gravel path, and came to a cliff shrouded in clouds and mist. There grew a huge green pine tree, and a figure stood beside a white jade stone seat, with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

"Is it finally here?"

The figure turned around, and his skin was as white as jade, as delicate as a baby's. Although his face looked like that of a teenager, his pupils were extremely weathered and filled with an ancient charm.

This is a genuine antique, and its identity is obvious: the fallen saint.

When his eyes met, except for the holy patterns, the ancestral talismans and ancestral stones were all hidden, as if they sensed that this person was very dangerous.

"Greetings to Saint Cang Xuan." Mu Chen said neither humbly nor arrogantly. Although it is still a long way to go, he is confident that he can reach the level of a saint.

"Well, that's right. You have great ambitions, perhaps even more than when I was young." The gentle voice of Ancestor Cang Xuan sounded, and he obviously saw Mu Chen's current state.

He guessed Muchen's plan, the pursuit of the ultimate number. When he was young, he had not reached that level. Mainly because of Cang Xuantian's situation at the time, it was too late to pursue perfection.

But even if he has not reached the ultimate perfection, each of his realms has reached a level that most people cannot reach.

"Finally, I see you. Where is Cang Yuan? Why is he not by your side?"

Patriarch Cang Xuan looked at Yao Yao with a look of relief. He naturally knew Yao Yao's identity, which was very involved, so Cang Yuan was not with her now, which made Patriarch Cang Xuan a little puzzled.

Cang Yuan knew how important Yaoyao was and it was impossible for him to just abandon Yaoyao. Could something have happened?
"Master was chased by a mysterious enemy. We guessed that he was a strong man from the Holy Clan." Muchen said seriously.

Ancestor Cang Xuan's eyes narrowed and he looked at Mu Chen meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)