He was resurrected indefinitely and handed over to the state by the headmistress.

What comes into view is a large, ancient-style mansion that covers a vast area.

Pavilions, terraces, bridges, flowing water, rockeries, and gardens—everything is exquisitely elegant.

Everywhere you look, you can feel the harmony between nature and the environment.

And a tranquility and peace that has been tempered by time, almost divine.

The air purity here is many times higher than outside.

Even a single breath makes you feel refreshed.

"Who?!"

As soon as the two appeared,

A dozen figures suddenly appeared from the surrounding shadows, behind the trees, and beside the artificial hill!

They were all dressed in crisp, dark green military uniforms, exuding a composed and focused aura.

His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, instantly enveloped Lu Chen and Leng Shuang.

They were well-trained and blocked off all possible angles.

Their movements were swift and silent, clearly indicating they were the elite of the elite.

However, when they realized that the person who came was Leng Shuang,

His sharp gaze instantly transformed into utmost respect.

They stood at attention in unison, raised their hands in salute, their movements perfectly synchronized.

His voice was deep yet powerful: "Greetings, Master Leng!"

"Um."

Leng Shuang simply responded with a faint "yes," which was her reply.

Seeing this, the uniformed guards made no unnecessary movements or asked any questions.

As swiftly as it appeared, its figure flashed.

Once again blending into the shadows of the surrounding scenery.

It was as if it had never existed, leaving only a reassuring, invisible warning.

Leng Shuang said no more and gestured for Lu Chen to follow.

Then he strode deeper into the manor.

Lu Chen followed behind, curiously observing this place that resembled a paradise.

Underfoot was a path paved with polished bluestone slabs and pebbles.

On both sides are carefully trimmed flowers, plants, and ancient trees.

They wandered through this vast, labyrinthine manor.

After walking for several minutes, I occasionally saw other figures dressed in military uniforms or civilian clothes walking by quietly.

They would nod slightly in greeting whenever they saw Leng Shuang.

His gaze swept over Lu Chen with a hint of curiosity.

But they did not stop.

Finally, they passed through a dense forest of purple bamboo.

Suddenly, a wide-open waterfront platform came into view.

On the platform, there are several stone tables and benches.

Several elderly men or women with gray hair and simple clothes,

They were sitting together, some playing chess.

Some were enjoying tea and chatting, their expressions serene.

But not far from them stood medical staff in white coats, all standing quietly.

And the soldiers who were always on high alert,

The atmosphere was quiet, yet subtly solemn.

The arrival of Lu Chen and Leng Shuang attracted the attention of several elderly people on the platform.

They stopped what they were doing and looked over.

Leng Shuang and Lu Chen did not linger there, but continued forward along the path at the edge of the platform.

After walking a while longer, we arrived at a more secluded waterside pavilion with a better view.

There were only two people in the waterside pavilion.

An antique stone chessboard is placed in the middle.

The two playing chess were none other than Shi Qianjun, a scholar whom Lu Chen knew well. He was dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit, wore glasses, and had a refined and gentle demeanor.

And sitting opposite him,

He was still tall and imposing, but with a weathered face and a black eye patch over his left eye.

An elderly man whose right leg is unsupported below the knee and is held together by a specially made metal brace.

The old man had a hideous scar on his face.

From the forehead diagonally down to the chin,

But his expression was calm, though his eyes were like cold iron tempered by countless battles, sharp and profound.

Just by being swept by his gaze, Lu Chen felt an invisible, chilling aura of steely menace wash over him.

That was the aura that truly emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Upon seeing this old man, Lu Chen was utterly shocked!

He'd seen that face before—in history textbooks and in images at military museums!

This is not the same person who fought in a crucial border defense battle more than twenty years ago.

To cover the main force's retreat, he single-handedly fought a three-headed S-class demon lord.

Is it Tie Shanhe, the legendary hero who ultimately perished alongside the enemy, posthumously awarded the title of "Dragon Soul General," and declared a hero of heroic sacrifice?

He's still alive?!

And right here?!

Just as a storm was brewing in Lu Chen's heart,

The two players seemed to sense something at the same time.

They put down their chess pieces almost at the same time.

They all looked up and their gazes fell on Lu Chen, who was walking over.

"They're here."

Shi Qianjun smiled gently, as if he had expected this.

Tie Shanhe's single eye also scrutinized Lu Chen from head to toe, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if trying to see right through him.

A few seconds later, he nodded slightly, his voice loud and clear, with a metallic quality, and praised:

"Not bad, young man. Bright eyes, straight posture, and a lot of energy! A promising talent!"

Lu Chen, under the gaze of these two legendary figures, subconsciously straightened his back.

He stood ramrod straight, his face showing genuine respect.

Whether it's the literary sage or this "resurrected" iron-blooded general,

They are all towering pillars that have made immortal contributions to the human race.

However, he still had a question in his mind: why would the outside world spread false information?

Moreover, the Dragon Soul General is already a character in textbooks, isn't this 'deceiving' the masses?

Lu Chen vaguely sensed something amiss, but didn't dwell on it further.

Instead, he stared intently at Tie Shanhe, his excitement practically overflowing.

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Tie Shanhe's single eye, which quickly turned into a gentle smile.

The scars on her face appeared softer.

"Judging from your expression, you seem to know me?"

Lu Chen immediately stood up straighter, his tone filled with heartfelt respect:

"General, who in the world does not know you? You are a role model for all of us in the Dragon Kingdom!"

Without you and countless heroes like you, how could we enjoy the peaceful life we ​​have today?

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling with excitement, and spoke as if reciting a familiar story:

Thirty years ago, for the safety of millions of soldiers on the border, you single-handedly charged into the enemy ranks.

He forcefully killed a nine-tailed fox demon whose bewitching power had reached its peak.

He averted a crisis for the entire legion, but in doing so, he lost his left eye…

"Twenty-five years ago, a spatial rift suddenly appeared in Haicheng, and several S-class demons crossed over and slaughtered living beings."

It was you who, by sacrificing your own life, burned your very essence to construct a prison in a desolate realm, imprisoning the great demons within!

As long as you have a breath left, those beasts will never be able to break free of their cage!

You risked your life to hold out until reinforcements arrived...

It is said online that you were almost at your last gasp at the time, and millions of people in Haicheng spontaneously knelt down and prayed day and night. Fortunately, God took pity on you and you eventually pulled through...

"Twenty years ago..."

At this point, Lu Chen paused, his gaze falling on Tie Shanhe's empty right leg and weathered face, his voice lowering slightly.

"Twenty years ago, to cover the retreat of the main force, you fought a three-headed demon lord alone, and in the end... you perished together with the enemy."

When the news reached you, the whole nation mourned. People spontaneously mourned you, erected statues and monuments in your honor.

Your name and deeds are engraved in every history textbook.

It is etched in the hearts of every Chinese person.

Lu Chen stopped and didn't say anything more, but just looked at the legendary hero in front of him with his burning eyes.