Chapter 501: Six Paths of Reincarnation (Part 3)

"Hurry...we have to be faster!"
A purple figure flashed by, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye, mountains, rivers, and trees vanishing.
"Jiang Chen, you can't die, you absolutely can't die!"
"I haven't gotten my revenge on you yet, I won't allow you to die!"
Nangong Meng was frantic.
The moment she learned of Yu Shuai's plan, she rushed towards a deserted city.
For some reason, she was usually indifferent to everything.
But at that moment, only one thought occupied her mind.
Before her eyes, blood and flesh were mangled, corpses littered the ground.
"Jiang Chen, where are you?"
"Don't die!"
Nangong Meng's face turned deathly pale.
"Nangong, little girl, how dare you look down on me!"
Nangong Meng looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure sitting atop a small hill of corpses at the city gate, a long spear planted in the ground, a playful smile on his face.
"A tiny Canglan Kingdom dares to dream of taking my life? That's wishful thinking!"
Nangong Meng looked at that weathered face; even after so many years, she recognized him instantly.
"Jiang Chen..."
"Waaaaah..."
Nangong Meng's tears flowed incessantly, one after another.
Su Chen reached out and wiped away her tears: "Alright, alright, everything's alright now."
Nangong Meng clenched her fists and repeatedly pounded them on Su Chen's chest.
She cried as she pounded.
"Jiang Chen, you bastard, you bastard!"
"You know how worried I was about you? I thought I'd never see you again..."
"You're a bastard, you're a heartless man!"
Su Chen: "......."
A slight smile played on his lips as he let Nangong Meng vent her frustrations.
At the city gate, the remaining soldiers stared at each other blankly.
"That seems to be Fairy Nangong of the Tianlan Sect."
"The legends are true after all! General Jiang actually abandoned Fairy Nangong after taking advantage of her!"
"Heavens! So General Jiang is that kind of person!"
Su Chen: "..."
It seems some things are impossible to clear up, no matter how hard you try.
But that's no longer important.
Since that battle, everyone has been astonished that a nobody with no reputation could single-handedly defend a city destined for certain death and annihilate the entire Canglan Kingdom's army. It's simply unbelievable.
Even more unbelievable is that the soldiers who defended the city refused the lucrative rewards and withdrew from the court.
A century has passed in a flash.
In the mountains and fields
Su Chen looked up, calm and composed.
"Husband, the family is thriving now, thanks to Hao'er."
Wang Bailu nestled to Su Chen's left.
She recounted the recent events that had occurred in the family.
To the right, a figure in purple nestled in Su Chen's arms, recounting the amusing anecdotes about the Jiang family that Wang Bailu had told her.
It seemed that this was enough happiness; nothing else mattered.
Su Chen smiled.
Since that day, he had entrusted the Jiang family to his eldest son, Jiang Hao, and he, along with Wang Bailu and Nangong Meng, had secluded themselves in the mountains, detached from worldly affairs.
Calculating the time, the secret method he had used to burn his lifespan to break through to the next level, using the Spirit Communication Technique, would soon face a backlash.
"Having lingered a little too long, I've already made a mistake."
Su Chen closed his eyes, listening to the gentle breeze whispering in his ears.
“Jiang Chen, shall we stay like this forever?”
Su Chen opened his eyes again, meeting Nangong Meng's smiling face. Wang Bailu, beside him, also looked up, gazing expectantly at Su Chen.
Su Chen didn't reply.
He watched the sunset, watched the stars fill the sky, until the sun rose.
Everything around him had long since vanished, leaving only a blank expanse of light.
Su Chen slowly closed his eyes.
.......
“Husband…”
Su Chen opened his eyes.
Before him stood a playful and adorable face, bright eyes fixed on Su Chen's face, seemingly unable to see anything else, only this one figure in their eyes.
"If my husband succeeds, he will be the restorer of our dynasty."
"If my husband fails, Huai'an will follow him to the depths of hell. Why worry about what the world thinks?"
The cold wind was like a knife, stinging one's face.
However, that gentle voice possessed a unique charm, making even the coldest weather feel warm.
Su Chen looked into those bright eyes.
"We will not fail."
Feng Huai'an smiled brightly.
"Yes, husband, we will not fail."
"In Huai'an's heart, husband will always be that king."
Su Chen embraced Feng Huai'an.
His body, due to cultivating the Spirit Communication Technique, was already riddled with wounds.
He possessed countless ways to restore his body to its original state, and countless ways to reach the pinnacle of cultivation.
"Huai'an, I'm sorry."
Feng Huai'an asked curiously, "Why do you say that, husband?"
"Being with my husband is Huai'an's greatest fortune."
Su Chen remained silent.
The six armies stood ready.
With the sound of horns, the decisive battle was about to begin.
Even though the royal family possessed numerous trump cards,
they had been planning this for an unknown period of time.
Even if the Wind King was a peerless genius, a half-step into the Profound Realm, he was no match for Su Chen's years of meticulous planning.
The Feng Clan Dynasty was on the verge of collapse.
Su Chen knew that within the Feng Clan Dynasty, there was still an old, unyielding figure.
Su Chen arrived alone at the Feng Clan's ancestral land.
He carried a long sword.
"Feng Chen, you're quite something..."
Su Chen instantly cleaved the elder who spoke in two with a single sword strike.
The remaining elders were shocked by this sight. Before they could even speak, Su Chen mercilessly sliced ​​them into countless pieces with his sword.
Their clothes were stained with blood, like a demon reborn.
Only cries echoed through the Feng Clan's ancestral land, until finally even those cries faded away.
Meanwhile,
a coffin, emanating a terrifying aura, slowly rose before everyone's eyes.
The Wind King laughed loudly at this sight.
"You traitors will all die!"
The Marquis of Jinghai, however, looked grave.
"This...this is..."
He sensed something was wrong.
"Chen'er is in danger!"
But soon...
The Marquis of Jinghai froze.
The Wind King's smile gradually vanished.
The coffin was about to open.
A young figure appeared above, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Go back!"
The young man kicked the coffin hard, forcing the lid back down.
Angry voices echoed from within the coffin.
Su Chen remained expressionless. He raised his sword and stabbed repeatedly into the coffin until blood flowed freely, splattering onto his face, yet he didn't stop.
After an unknown number of thrusts, the coffin lost its support and collapsed to the ground, the lid falling off and revealing a mangled corpse.
The Wind King was both shocked and enraged at the sight.
"You...you actually killed the Ancestor!"
Su Chen brandished his blood-stained sword.
"What good is killing this old bastard?"
"Truly laughable!"
The Wind King looked into those eyes.
He didn't know why, but he felt a chilling fear.
"Cease his cultivation, imprison him."
The Wind King shuddered.
His cultivation...vanished!
PS: Writing these two chapters today was truly a mix of emotions ╥﹏╥...