Chapter 213: Zhao Zhenlong’s Identity

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Chapter 213: Zhao Zhenlong’s Identity "S-Shot it into the secret realm?" Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes, realizing this wasn't a simple matter. He quickly checked the main quest status in the game and confirmed that Li Qingran’s survival rate was still at 100%. Only then did he let out a small sigh of relief. Alright, maybe he was just being overly paranoid. Even if that pillar of light, filled with violent energy and reversed Dao resonance, had crashed into the secret realm, it was unlikely to have directly hit Li Qingran. After all, a secret realm was a small world of its own—the chances of her getting struck were as slim as finding a needle in a haystack. Besides, what was there about Li Qingran that would make her a target? It’s not like she had a Supreme-Grade Dantian, a Pure Water Spiritual Root, a Sword Spiritual Root, and a Taiyin Dao Body or anything... "Hiss—" Chen Huai’an sucked in a breath. Wait a minute… Li Qingran actually had all of those things. With his constant pay-to-win spending, Li Qingran—already a natural genius—was beyond what could even be called a prodigy at this point. Stacked with all these incredible talents, she was practically a walking cheat code. Compared to her, even the so-called once-in-a-millennium geniuses from the three Holy Lands were a joke. "Master Chen, are you worried that the disciples of the Sword Pavilion might encounter unexpected danger in the secret realm?" Yun Baiyu caught a glimpse of Chen Huai’an’s furrowed brows and smiled reassuringly. "Rest assured, the Sword Pavilion disciples are powerful and highly united. As long as they don’t run into the three Holy Land prodigies, they’ll be able to walk through the minor secret realm unchallenged. Plus, with you personally overseeing the Sword Pavilion, any evildoers with ill intentions will have to think twice before making a move." "Hmm, you have a point." Chen Huai’an wasn’t about to explain his actual concerns to Yun Baiyu. As long as Li Qingran was safe, the other disciples of the Sword Pavilion should be fine as well. Since he was already here at the Lingxi Valley dojo, he took out Zhao Zhenlong’s skull. "Daoist Yun, do you recognize this?" Yun Baiyu looked at the skull in Chen Huai’an’s hand, confused. He cupped his hands and asked, "Would Master Chen be willing to enlighten me?" "This is Zhao Zhenlong’s skull." As soon as those words left his mouth, the color drained from Yun Baiyu’s face. Her eyes locked onto the hollow sockets of the skull, slowly filling with a thin layer of moisture. "Master Chen… are you certain?" "Of course." Seeing her pale complexion and trembling lips, Chen Huai’an was already making some educated guesses about Zhao Zhenlong’s identity. "I obtained this skull after a battle with a rogue cultivator from the Burning Purification Sect. The skull had been refined into a Dao artifact by that cultivator. Curious about its original owner, I used a secret technique to divine its origins. That’s how I learned that his name was Zhao Zhenlong, a disciple of the Pure Hao Sect, and that he had some connection to your Lingxi Valley." "Zhao Zhenlong… He… he was my Dao companion. He was also Suxin’s father..." Yun Baiyu’s fingers clenched tightly around her sleeves, her gaze lowering as tears finally fell. "Master Chen, may I take a closer look at the skull?" "I don’t see why not." Chen Huai’an handed the cracked and sword-scarred skull to Yun Baiyu. The skull was already useless as a Dao artifact. Even if it weren’t, he saw no harm in giving it to her. After all, it was the remains of her late husband—returning it to her was, in a way, an act of merit. As Yun Baiyu gently traced her fingers over the bone, she could almost picture Zhao Zhenlong’s face in her mind. She had no doubt now—this was truly his skull. But why? Zhao Zhenlong had long since become a guest elder of the Yaochi Holy Land. He had ignored both her and their daughter for decades. And now, after all this time, the only thing left of him was a skull? "If Zhao Zhenlong was your Dao companion, why wasn’t he at Lingxi Valley?" Chen Huai’an mused. Even though Yun Baiyu was clearly grieving, his curiosity was blazing. The thirst for gossip was simply unstoppable. "He was exceptionally talented and caught the eye of the real powerhouses from the Yaochi, Burning Purification, and Zhenwu Holy Lands. In the end, he chose to study at Yaochi for three years. But when those three years were up, he never returned. All he left was a letter telling me and our daughter that he had become Dao companions with a Yaochi elder and that we should not disturb him…" Yun Baiyu took a deep breath. The slight redness at the corners of her eyes was like frost clinging to autumn leaves—cold, fragile, and ready to fall. "Oh. So, he was just a scumbag," Chen Huai’an said, finally understanding. "Actually, Lingxi Valley didn’t always forbid male cultivators from joining. It was because of what happened to Suxin that the rule was put in place. Her trauma from that experience was so deep that she refused to let any disciple in the sect form Dao companionships, fearing they would suffer the same pain." S~eaʀᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Hearing this, Chen Huai’an nodded in understanding. After all, there weren’t many men like him—loyal, devoted, and the very pinnacle of what a perfect husband should be. In the ruthless world of cultivation, where the law of the jungle reigned supreme, relationships weren’t bound by modern moral constraints. Here, strength dictated everything. "Master Chen, do you know where that rogue from the Burning Purification Sect fled to?" Yun Baiyu wiped away her tears, her expression hardening as she furrowed her brows. "Although I despise him, I still want to know the reason behind his death." "He’s dead." Chen Huai’an patted his sword sheath. "I went a little overboard and cut him down with a single strike." Yun Baiyu froze. That was a rogue cultivator from the Burning Purification Sect. There was no way his strength was merely at the Nascent Soul Stage. He was at least in the Fusion Realm—an old monster of immense power. And yet, Master Chen had killed him with a single slash, speaking about it as casually as if he had swatted a fly. Just how deep did the Sword Pavilion Patriarch’s strength truly run? At that moment, Yun Baiyu felt fortunate for the choice she had made in the past. When Master Chen had drawn his sword at her, she had chosen to step back rather than retaliate. Looking back now, if she had chosen a more aggressive path, Lingxi Valley might have already been wiped off the map. Seeing her lowered gaze, Chen Huai’an assumed she was upset about losing a lead. He offered a suggestion. "That old bastard may be dead, but didn’t Zhao Zhenlong join Yaochi? You can always ask around there. Since he was a Dao companion of a Yaochi elder, they must have some information." Yun Baiyu nodded, though a bitter smile tugged at her lips. "That’s probably my best option…" But how easy would it be to question the female cultivators of Yaochi? Over the years, she had tried taking Yun Suxin to Yaochi several times, only to be met with locked doors. The elders of Yaochi had even warned them, stating that Zhao Zhenlong was now a guest elder and deeply involved with one of their own. While his actions had been despicable, he was still a member of Yaochi. Repeatedly coming to demand answers would only tarnish the Holy Land’s reputation. After being warned twice, Yun Baiyu had given up searching for him. She had once stayed at Yaochi to recover from an injury. It was then that she realized that the so-called Holy Land wasn’t as sacred as it seemed. There was little camaraderie among disciples—relationships were cold and selfish. The female cultivators of Yaochi were obsessed with cultivation and longevity, willing to do anything for power. They fought over spirit stones, pills, artifacts, and even powerful Dao companions… Recalling those crazed faces, Yun Baiyu shuddered. That was why she never let Yun Suxin study at Yaochi. She didn’t want her daughter to become one of those cultivation-obsessed lunatics. Now that Zhao Zhenlong was dead, maybe she could finally get some answers. Even though there would be obstacles, she wouldn’t trouble the Sword Pavilion Patriarch any further. Master Chen had already gone out of his way to retrieve Zhao Zhenlong’s skull and divine his identity. That alone was a great favor. How could she ask for more?

Chapter 213: Zhao Zhenlong’s Identity

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