Chapter 507: 419 Zhangg Reunion_2
But in the Qinling World, he eventually fell.
The title of ’Junior Master’ and ’Disciple Niece’ made him careless. Yet even so, he could restrain himself. However, the incident of the ’Shattered Ascension,’ where Wang Yan waited despondently for half a month, finally softened Chen Jichuan’s resolve.
Marriage.
Honeymoon.
Separation.
The longing grew heavier with each passing day, until now.
"Back then, I apprenticed under your grandfather’s tutelage, you were still very young then..."
Chen Jichuan recounted the fragments of his encounters and interactions with Wang Yan in the Qinling World. As he spoke, he reminisced, his face involuntarily lighting up with a smile.
He spoke in detail, with happiness in his voice.
To reunite with his wife and reminisce about their past joys together—this brought him immense satisfaction.
As he recounted these memories, Dongning Venerable’s cold façade gradually melted, and two streams of tears quietly rolled down.
She recognized him; this was her husband, the Junior Master who risked everything for her ascension and flight. He was also the one she had yearned for day and night over the forty-eight thousand years.
The past experiences might be observed by outsiders.
Yet love could never be feigned.
Pengshan City.
Xiyu City.
Lotus Island.
Zuzhou Continent.
White Horse Lake.
Iron Arm Monkey Mountain.
...
While recounting the fragments of their shared history, the tender love in the words was palpable.
"It truly is you."
"It’s you."
"You didn’t lie to me. Meeting again in the Immortal Realm—this isn’t just a dream..."
Dongning Venerable finally believed. She stood there dazed, on the verge of tears, hesitating to approach. Gazing at the weak figure of Chen Jichuan within the clouds, she worried that it was all a mere illusion.
Chen Jichuan rose from within the clouds, mustering a trace of mana, and walked to Wang Yan. He gently embraced her, then held her tightly: "It’s me. I’m here."
After forty-eight thousand years apart, the two, crossing mountains and seas, were finally reunited in an embrace.
This moment was blissful.
...
The auspicious clouds drifted north.
Amidst the clouds.
The couple leaned close to one another—Wang Yan steering their cloud, Chen Jichuan giving directions—as they headed toward Fierce Bird Mountain.
"Husband, just earlier..."
After sharing an intimate moment, Wang Yan noticed Chen Jichuan’s frailty and finally snapped out of her joy and sweetness.
She recalled the two merciless strikes she had delivered moments ago, nearly killing her husband.
A mix of guilt and amusement filled her heart.
"Husband stole my ’Nine Treasures Glazed Tower,’ then flaunted it before me time and again. Just the other day, I was being chased all over by the Four Great Immortal Courts. It was rare to find respite in the Jingting Water System, yet you showed up and even swept through with divine sense like nobody’s business. I was so furious that I swung my sword twice."
Wang Yan clung to Chen Jichuan’s arm, resting her head on his shoulder, playfully whining as she explained.
She wasn’t worried Chen Jichuan would blame her; after all, he was her Junior Master, her husband.
But she did worry about his injuries.
"I didn’t hold back with those two strikes."
Wang Yan carefully examined Chen Jichuan’s injuries, a trace of concern passing through her eyes. She understood the power behind her sword strikes—the same force that could terrify Immortal Monarchs of the Four Great Immortal Courts, instill dread in seven- and eight-pattern immortals, and was by no means ordinary.
She could see clearly that Chen Jichuan’s injuries were severe. Although his life wasn’t in danger, his Dantian was in disarray, his immortal light dim, and extensive time—with a considerable amount of Immortal Pills and Treasure Medicine—would be needed to heal him.
Immortal Pills and Treasure Medicine she could plunder from the Four Great Immortal Courts.
But for a Four-Pattern Immortal like Chen Jichuan, time was even more precious. She feared his cultivation and aspirations of becoming a Heavenly Venerate might be delayed.
"I’m fine."
Chen Jichuan gently stroked Wang Yan’s back, smiling: "I cultivate the authentic Miao Fa. Even as an Immortal, without the help of an Immortal Sect, I can live as long as this world’s Heavenly Venerates. My lifespan reaches ninety-six thousand years. I’m barely over twenty thousand years old now; I’ve got plenty of time to live."
He was, indeed, gravely injured this time.
What was worse, his previous two injuries had completely depleted the life force accumulated over twenty thousand years within the Heaven Mending Seal.
So this time, his wounds couldn’t be easily healed and would require external aid.
Even with a willing expenditure of Spirit Crystals, it would take at least three thousand years of conditioning to recover.
However, compared to the joy of reuniting with his wife, these injuries were utterly insignificant.
"Not a Heavenly Venerate and you can still live ninety-six thousand years?"
Wang Yan’s greatest worry was that Chen Jichuan might lack the time—time for their reunion to last long enough. Hearing his reassurance, she sighed in relief, albeit with a hint of amazement.
In the Chongming Spirit Realm, only Fourth-order Fourth Realm Venerables could rely on Immortal Sects to refine immortal energy and extend their lifespan by forty-eight thousand years.
Such wasn’t possible for immortals of the preceding realms.
She hadn’t expected her husband to possess such extraordinary cultivation techniques.
"Don’t underestimate me, your husband. I may currently fall short of your strength, getting myself beaten up like a punching bag, but the treasures I hold are far from ordinary. Not long ago, while you were blocking my path in the Immortal Sect, I managed to slip through and made a killing in the Immortal Gate World, earning an unbelievable fortune."
Chen Jichuan wasn’t flaunting for the sake of diminishing his wife’s superiority. Rather, he wanted to assuage Wang Yan’s worries—he didn’t want her fretting about his injuries or any other trivial matters that bore little relevance to him.
To him, the couple’s reunion marked an invincible partnership: one wielding a sword to sweep through the Nine Heavens, the other navigating the Immortal Gate Realm with unmatched prowess.
Together, they were a united force, like two blades forged to pierce the heavens.
At least in the Chongming Realm and the Nine Heavens, nothing could impede this couple—nothing requiring Wang Yan’s anguish or concern.
...
The couple traveled onward, tangled in their affections, exchanging heartfelt conversations, and sharing their experiences from their time apart.
Their shared words seemed endless.
Time slipped by rapidly.
When Chen Jichuan had set out from Fierce Bird Mountain, his mana-infused ’Wind Thunder All Heavens Great Escape’ was fired to its limits. Even then, it had felt as though an eternity passed before he could locate Wang Yan and make his way to the Jingting Water System.
But now, returning from Jingting Water System to Fierce Bird Mountain felt like merely the blink of an eye.
Within Fierce Bird Mountain.
Chihong Immortal Monarch and Dark Star Immortal Monarch were still relentlessly climbing the mountain, their commotions persistent and conspicuous.
As soon as Wang Yan arrived, she noticed them.
"People of Yu Ming Immortal Court?"
Her eyes glimmered sharply, and she turned to Chen Jichuan saying, "Husband, wait here while I slay these pests!"
Wang Yan held no goodwill towards Yu Ming Immortal Court.
They had no grievance to begin with, yet the Yu Ming Immortal Court inexplicably joined forces with the other Three Immortal Courts to target her, catching her off-guard and nearly wounding her.
Naturally, resentment lingered in her heart.
Now, meeting two Immortal Monarchs of Yu Ming Immortal Court trespassing into her husband’s Daoist Field further infuriated her. Without hesitation, she drew her sword and made to strike.
"No rush, no rush."
"There’s a misunderstanding here—let’s go inside first."
Chen Jichuan felt a bit awkward and hesitantly intervened.
"Hmm?"
Wang Yan seemed puzzled.
Yet she was willing to listen to her husband.
Obediently, she sheathed her sword and followed Chen Jichuan deeper into Fierce Bird Mountain, arriving at the peak of Tuota.
Tuota Peak was simply arranged.
A grass-thatched hut, with rudimentary chairs and benches, resembled a humble rural courtyard more than an Immortal’s lair.
However, upon seeing it, Wang Yan couldn’t hold back her emotions: "Still just like the old days."
Back when they roamed the Qinling World together as husband and wife, before and after their marriage, they had traveled far and wide. Along the way, they’d occasionally camp, building such simple huts to rest under—their days were modest yet joyful.
Forty-eight thousand years.
Nothing had changed.
"This is wonderful."
"To see my husband again—this feels wonderful."
Wang Yan clung to Chen Jichuan’s arm, unwilling to let go even for a moment. She led him around the grass hut and courtyard, her mood growing more elated with each step.
Eventually, her thoughts turned toward the two Immortal Monarchs outside, as well as Chen Jichuan’s earlier awkwardness. Her suspicions stirred, and she teased him: "Ready to explain this now?"
Chen Jichuan knew his wife was jesting and couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly: "I didn’t know back then, either. You slashed me twice without even letting me spot you—how could I recognize you? I felt angered and wronged, but since I couldn’t defeat you, I could only turn to Yu Ming Immortal Court to avenge me."
Chen Jichuan recounted the events leading up to his transaction with Yu Ming Immortal Court, where he traded away a Half-God Artifact and so-called ’Divine Potion’ within the Immortal Gate Realm.
When he finished, even he found the situation too comically absurd.
Wang Yan laughed so hard her sides hurt, deliberately mocking: "Oh my, Husband really lost out on this deal. Yu Ming Immortal Court promised thoroughly but spent two hundred years chasing me without managing to inflict harm, while I injured nine of their immortals instead."
Wang Yan’s words carried a lighthearted tone, but Chen Jichuan felt a pang of sorrow.
She had reached the Fourth Realm Venerable level now, putting it lightly as "slaying across the Nine Heavens, invincible in her step." But the truth was, taking on three or even all Four Immortal Courts alone was certain to be a Herculean task.
This was after becoming a Heavenly Venerate.
Before reaching that level?
Since her ascension from Qinling World, who knew how much hardship she had endured as a cultivation mediocre Initial Promotion True Person to reach her current heights?
Wang Yan shared the joy but withheld the suffering—yet Chen Jichuan could vividly imagine the trials she had faced.
"Tell me all about your experiences over these years."
"Moments of joy or sorrow—I want to hear it all."
Chen Jichuan gently pulled Wang Yan to sit beside him.
"Alright."
Wang Yan nodded softly and began recounting stories of her past.
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