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Chapter 110 Unreliable
Chen An gave a wry smile, slowly turned his head, and met a pair of menacing eyes.
Shen Ya was wearing long boots embroidered with peony patterns, which had a large tear in them, making her unsteady on her feet.
Fugui transformed into beast form, twisting his buttocks to gather strength.
With a leap, it landed in a place it had never seen before.
Shen Ya watched Chen An dash away for hundreds of meters, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She slowly raised her hand, her delicate fingers lightly touching the hairpin behind her head, and followed him on her sword.
In the blink of an eye, sword energy slashed down between the two.
If Shenya doesn't slow down, he will surely be split in two.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring at the dust rising from the ground, and cursed angrily, "That useless thing Hua Yuan actually gave Meng Huan some free time."
As the smoke cleared, Shen Ya saw everything clearly before her. Her face paled, and she retreated a hundred meters before fleeing in panic.
Chen An sensed the decadent aura and turned to rush to where the sword energy had landed.
A long sword was embedded in Hua Yuan's chest, firmly driven into the ground.
The longsword looked very familiar. Mingyuan Daoist had given it to Chen An, who then returned it to its rightful owner, Meng Huan.
"Thank you," Meng Huan's voice came from the air.
Chen An looked up and saw him disappear into the sky above the sect like a winter gust of wind, heading straight in the direction where Shen Ya had disappeared.
Hua Yuan's strength was dissipating. She lay on the floor, struggling incessantly, like a fish out of water, her head and legs rising and falling, but she had no way to escape.
Chen An patted Fu Gui's head and half-squatted on top of Hua Yuan's head, his shadow covering most of his face.
"You're too impatient. If you're willing to wait, you'll have thousands of opportunities to kill me."
Hua Yuan could have held back a bit, but seeing Chen An's smug face, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Chen An gathered a wisp of energy to shield himself, thus avoiding being affected by the blast.
She touched the dragon bone on her chest, a pill held between her fingers.
Hua Yuan seemed to see a glimmer of hope, waving her hands as if determined to snatch it and stuff it into her mouth.
Chen An laughed and stepped on his hand to the ground, saying, "It's not for nothing that you've followed me for so long. Be my servant, and I'll feed you myself, how about that?"
His wide eyes were filled with anger; he held a prominent position, how could he willingly become a servant?
But if one tries to save face and refuses to take the elixir, one's life will truly be lost.
As he was leaving, he recalled the day Emperor Zhaoning came to his door. After his mother covered his retreat, she told him to live well.
Moreover, as long as he survives, he will have thousands of opportunities to kill Chen An.
He seemed to know what to do, but his body was out of his control; he couldn't say the word "agree" or even nod.
Chen An smacked his lips, put the pill in his mouth, tilted his head back, and the pill slid down his throat. When he looked down at Hua Yuan again, he had a smile on his face.
The Flower Resentment Pill disappeared, and then Chen An took out another one. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, but she still refused to nod.
"Hey, if you don't want to, don't waste my time."
Chen An feigned impatience and got up to leave when a muffled voice sounded from behind him: "I'm willing."
[Servant added 1, Name: Hua Yuan, Cultivation: Nascent Soul Stage, Received Level 7 Reward Pack]
With a casual toss, the pill entered Hua Yuan's mouth.
Chen An used one hand to pull the sword out of his chest.
With his middle and index fingers overlapping, he lightly flicked the tip of the sword, and the bloodstains disappeared.
He then slowly walked towards the captured demonic cultivators and began to sign contracts with them.
Hua Yuan was left lying alone on the spot.
The torrential rain washed away the bloodstains on the ground, and the demonic cultivator's corpse was corroded into acidic water, which flowed out of the sect with the rain.
Only the flowers complained, their hands and feet going numb from being drenched.
His injuries had healed, and as he carefully recalled everything that had just happened, his heart trembled.
He didn't know why he agreed to Chen An's unreasonable request. When he looked up, the figure radiated a light that filled him with admiration.
Chen An noticed that he was about 70-80% better, and without giving him time to be dazed, said, "Hua Yuan, go and help bring Shen Ya back."
An unknown force surged within her body, her limbs becoming uncontrollable. Hua Yuan didn't feel the urge to resist, but something felt off.
With his hands forming a hand seal, the scene of Meng Huan and Shen Ya's fight appeared in his mind. He rode his sword to rush over and finally made a move against Shen Ya.
Chen An was very satisfied with his new companion and focused on his own work.
The newly recruited demonic cultivators numbered over eight thousand, but this was far from enough to make up for the hundreds of thousands of people lost at the Tianyuan Sect.
Fortunately, the newly acquired ones have significantly higher cultivation levels, equivalent to half the combat power of those 100,000 people.
Most importantly, with the help of Hua Yuan, a Nascent Soul cultivator, they can take the initiative to seek out more powerful demonic cultivators.
The fallen disciples of the sect were adorned with the mark of heroes and buried in the back mountain. The cries of their fellow disciples echoed in the air, a scene of sorrow and desolation.
Chen An stood at a distance, quietly watching all of this, like an observer, yet his heart was pounding with pain.
She watched as everyone finished handling everything, and only returned to Meng Huan's residence around midnight.
The room was quiet and deserted, with only Fugui's snoring in the background.
Seeing Chen An sitting there blankly, Tank nudged her ankle with its tail.
Chen An got up, stretched, rubbed her face, and said to Tank, who looked up at her, "I'm fine."
"Hua Yuan's cultivation level has dropped."
A calm voice, like a sharp sword with a cold glint, pierced straight to the heart.
After being thoroughly drenched in cold water, Chen An blinked, clutched his chest with a look of utter despair, and said, "No, I have something to do."
Then it fell straight down.
Fu Gui floated up, using his body to shield Chen An, secretly cursing Hua Yuan for being unreliable.
Only she herself could comfort Chen An. Fortunately, she was strong and quickly straightened up again, swallowing the ups and downs she had just experienced.
Meng Huan organized his thoughts and said, "Cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage have integrated with the laws of nature. In the past, there have been many Nascent Soul stage cultivators who became servants and whose cultivation levels dropped. I just didn't expect that Hua Yuan, after becoming a demonic cultivator, would still have a temper."
Chen An patted Meng Huan on the shoulder and said resignedly, "I'm much better. Where is he?"
The door was pushed open by someone outside, and Hua Yuan walked in.
The magnolia blossoms on his face were clearly visible, but his signature arrogance was gone. He glanced at Chen An, then lowered his head, his eyes devoid of joy, anger, bitterness, or resentment.
Chen An didn't say much. After bidding farewell to Meng Huan, he put Hua Yuan into the dragon bone and hurriedly returned to Yihe Sect.
Back in her own territory, she relaxed considerably. Lying alone on her small bed, the deaths she had witnessed came one after another.
She tried to think about other things, but she couldn't overcome these bloody realities.
She felt much better when she turned her thoughts to Hua Yuan.
The man who tried to kill her time and again was ultimately defeated, defeated by his own arrogance and domineering nature.
She asked herself, was Hua Yuan merely defeated?
Perhaps Hua Yuan died the moment she fell from her realm.