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Chapter 307 The Divine Tiger Gains Wings! (Seeking monthly votes at the end of the month!)

Feeling the arrival of his luck points in his mind, Chen Zhan dodged and weaved, avoiding the collapsed rocks, and crawled out of the ruins.

Chen Zhan touched a broken gold brick with his toes, and his figure emerged from the ruins of the collapsed Mahavira Hall like a wisp of smoke.

The entire Guangyuan Temple was silent.

As the sun set, its orange-red afterglow spilled across the square like blood, casting a crimson glow upon the corpses and severed limbs scattered on the ground.

Chen Zhan's gaze swept across this chaotic scene. Wang An was nowhere to be seen, and there was no ambush set up.

A faint smile appeared on his lips. Without lingering, he turned and walked towards the backyard of Guangyuan Temple.

There was no gate to the backyard. The ordinary monks in the temple had been sent away by Xuan Kong to Shaolin Temple a few days earlier.

He clearly anticipated that if Fang Sheng couldn't control his demonic transformation, he would indiscriminately kill innocent people, and he didn't want to implicate ordinary monks.

Beyond the wall, there was only a dense forest that stretched down the mountainside.

There has never been a mountain road built here; withered branches and fallen leaves are piled up to a foot high, and vines intertwine like a net.

Chen Zhan lightly touched the decaying leaves with his toes, his figure weaving through the trees with light and unhurried movements, deliberately slowing down his pace.

Just as they left Guangyuan Temple, they sensed a faint presence following them.

Chen Zhan remained silent, the relic emanating warmth from his chest.

With a thought, the body's Qi and blood flowed along the meridians, a wisp of which emerged from the chest and entered the relic.

It didn't take much effort to connect the essence and blood within the relic.

The Buddha's Essence Relic is formed by condensing the essence, energy, and spirit of a top-level Buddhist master into blood and sealing it within the relic.

No wonder it also has healing effects.

At that time, the Soul-Slaying Dharma King could mobilize the power of the relics and even regenerate severed limbs, which was quite terrifying.

It's beyond what he can understand now.

At least with his current abilities, he is absolutely incapable of regenerating severed limbs, otherwise he wouldn't have been troubled by his injuries for months.

Slowly divide the essence blood into countless parts, first absorbing one part into the body to avoid any adverse reactions that would be difficult to cope with.

Unexpectedly, this wisp of essence blood entered the body without any hindrance, quickly differentiated, and divided into seven parts into qi and blood, which entered the dantian to strengthen the qi and blood divine tiger.

Three parts transformed into some indescribable substance, flowing along the meridians to the carbonized wound on the waist.

The carbonized areas begin to soften, but because there are so few, only one-tenth of them soften.

Chen Zhan quickly mobilized again, sending out more than a dozen strands in succession.

Still so.

The carbonized area around the waist softened completely, and then new shoots sprouted, and flesh grew.
Wow! This effect!

"That's really impressive."

Experiencing it firsthand is different from seeing others do it. The tingling and itchy feeling came from my waist, and I could truly feel the flesh and blood in my waist again.

"interesting."

Slowing down again, Chen Zhan even began to enjoy the feeling.

Restore your body and enhance your strength.

They're practically happening in sync.

The powerful Qi and Blood Divine Tiger within the Dantian was far more wondrous than before, with deep red Qi and Blood constantly flowing through its body and converging into its back.

He sensed that the divine tiger was about to undergo a change.

Increase the speed of absorbing blood and qi, and soon, the radiant divine tiger sprouted a pair of blood wings on its back, ready to take flight!

Like adding wings to a tiger?

Chen Zhan didn't know what this change represented, but it meant that his strength was increasing, and more importantly...
Blood scabs and carbonization on the body.

Finally, the attack is completely neutralized, and we're back to full strength. Now we have a much better chance of defeating Tongxuan.

As the light in the forest gradually dimmed, the setting sun sank completely into the western mountains, and night quietly descended.

The chirping of insects in the forest had ceased, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind, accompanied by the faint, elusive presence behind me, like a shadow.

Chen Zhan suddenly stopped under an old locust tree.

Night had fallen, and moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Chen Zhan did something no one expected: he stood under the tree.

Stretch hard.

These days, my lower back is carbonized, and it's been painful for a long time.

As he stretched his back like an old ape, crackling sounds, like firecrackers, emanated from his entire body.

The birds and beasts in the forest were thrown into chaos, taking flight in droves.

Now it can finally flow completely without any obstruction. The qi and blood in my dantian and body have come back to life.

Chen Zhan slowly turned around, facing the depths of the dense forest. His voice came through the mask, calm yet with a hint of amusement: "Isn't it tiring for the Supervisor to follow me?"

After he finished speaking, there was no response from the depths of the forest, only the sound of the wind continued.

Chen Zhan chuckled, raising his hand to toy with the relic in his palm, red light flowing between his fingers: "If you want this relic, then come and take it yourself. After chasing you all this way, your true energy should have recovered almost completely, right?"

This statement was like a stone thrown into still water; it finally stirred something deep within the dense forest.

A burst of red true energy suddenly erupted from the shadows of the trees, like a blazing rainbow, instantly illuminating the dark forest.

Wang An slowly walked out. The bloodstains on his python robe had been dried by his true energy. Although his face was still somewhat pale, the red flames of true energy around him flowed freely, indicating that he had recovered seventy or eighty percent of his true energy.

He stared at the relic in Chen Zhan's hand and laughed, "Boy, you are indeed quite good. In the entire world, in the martial arts world, apart from this Grand Eunuch, everyone else has been outmaneuvered by you."

Chen Zhan's fingertips caressed the warm relic, and his laughter behind the mask carried a hint of sarcasm.

"The supervisor meticulously planned and laid a trap, only to have it all snatched away by an unknown nobody. Does he really think he's an exception?"

Wang An's face darkened, and he let out a cold snort.

He had to admit that he had indeed been outmaneuvered.

He thought Fang Sheng was a pawn and the Demonic Sect was the prey, but he didn't expect Chen Zhan to be hiding in the shadows, using him to severely injure Fang Sheng, and taking advantage of the chaos to kidnap Yan Tieshi and steal the relic. He was leading him by the nose from beginning to end.

"You certainly have the right to be arrogant."

Wang An's crimson true energy fluctuated slightly, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "At such a young age, to have such wisdom and skills, to be able to manipulate a Transcendent Realm cultivator at will, is a once-in-a-century talent in the entire martial arts world."

He changed the subject, but his tone still carried the imposing authority of a superior, an authority that came not from martial arts but from official power.

"I'm giving you one more chance: submit to the Eastern Depot. Whatever you desire—power, wealth, even the power of this relic—I can give you. With your talent, breaking through to the Profound Realm is just around the corner. Why bother being a cowardly coward hiding your head and tail?"

Wang An still wanted to recruit Chen Zhan because Chen Zhan was too outstanding; the entire plan was exactly what he had planned.

Of course, the reason he is still confident in controlling the situation is because of one thing.

The fatal problem was that Chen Zhan was not at the Tongxuan Realm; he was certain that Chen Zhan had no true qi.

Otherwise, if they were both at the same level of understanding, it would be impossible for them not to sense it at all.

This is the decisive blow; a gap that no amount of calculation can bridge.

Previously, they could rely on him to fight against Qiongqi Demon and secretly take action to find opportunities to inflict some injuries on him, but now, in a one-on-one fight, those below the Tongxuan level are nothing but ants.

Chen Zhan chuckled upon hearing this, but did not respond. He simply raised his left hand and gently touched his face.

The mask of the Impermanent Demon shattered and fell to the ground.

Chen Zhan, now fully restored to his original appearance, looked at the Ninth Prince Wang An, who was a hundred meters away in the forest.

"What the Supervisor says makes sense, but I wonder what specific positions one can hold under the Supervisor's command?" Chen Zhan said calmly.

The wealth, power, and martial prowess that Wang An mentioned before were all too general.

Seeing that Chen Zhan was somewhat moved, Wang An laughed and said, "Do you think I, the Grand Eunuch, am just saying this casually? In the world today, no one with profound knowledge can emerge. If you and I join forces, we can easily unify the martial arts world."

Chen Zhan nodded, "That's right, I agree with that."

Even if each sect or school had one or two experts, they wouldn't be a match for the two of them, let alone Wang An, who could mobilize a considerable number of troops.

"But that's not enough!"

"You want an official position? How about the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard? A third-rank official, commanding an army." Wang An smiled and felt that Chen Zhan was becoming more and more sensible, as long as he had something to ask for.

Chen Zhan nodded, then shook his head.

"You still think it's not enough? I, the Grand Eunuch, am only a first-rank official. In the Ming Dynasty, a military officer who can reach the third rank is already at the peak." Wang An said, somewhat puzzled.

Chen Zhan could not possibly become a eunuch; no normal man would willingly become a eunuch, so he did not mention his position as the Grand Secretary eunuch.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect the Supervisor to be such a coward."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Chen Zhan smiled and said:

"The Laughing Eunuch has indeed been a eunuch for too long. He is invincible and sweeps across the martial arts world, yet he dares not covet the throne?"

"I dare not accept the title of Supervisor. Why don't I, Chen, take it instead? In any case, the Supervisor can't have children anyway, so what difference does it make who I serve for the rest of my life?"

Upon hearing this, Wang An's expression immediately changed.

He never intended to rebel.

It was almost impossible for a eunuch to rebel. Under the feudal ethics, no matter how high his martial arts skills were, he never thought of taking over the throne.

Moreover, the Ming Dynasty had been stable for over two hundred years.

Although they had suffered a defeat, they were far from being at their wits' end.

(End of this chapter)