Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"How could this be... How could it be him!"

Wan Xian’Er stared at Xiao Ying’er in utter astonishment. The man Xiao Ying’er had drawn was countless times more handsome than the one in her memory. He was not only tall but also possessed a faint, noble air.

But she could be certain—this man was Mu Chen! The very figure she had revered and yearned for over three long years! But! But how could Xiao Ying’er know what he looked like? She had never seen him before, not even once.

’Could it be...’

At that thought, Wan Xian’Er flickered and vanished from the Immortal Shadow Hall. When she reappeared, she was in a side chamber of the hall where Yalan lived. The lights inside were still on, indicating Yalan hadn’t gone to sleep yet.

"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK."

Out of courtesy, Wan Xian’Er knocked, despite the frantic anxiety burning within her.

"CLICK."

The door opened. Yalan was drying her damp hair with a towel. Seeing Wan Xian’Er, she asked in confusion, "My lady, what brings you here?"

Wan Xian’Er had no intention of going inside. She cut straight to the chase, "What did the man who pretended to be Xiao Ying’er’s father today look like?"

Yalan nodded. "I remember very clearly. He was quite handsome, with skin fairer than a girl’s, and had long, reddish-purple hair. He wore some kind of unfamiliar noble attire and had a very refined air about him."

"Is that all?" Wan Xian’Er pressed.

Yalan thought for another moment. "Oh, right. He was also carrying a strange, black, long case on his back, nearly two meters long. And he always kept his eyes closed, as if there was something wrong with them."

This time, Wan Xian’Er was finally certain. An irrepressible smile touched her lips, and she didn’t even realize how utterly shocking her expression was to Yalan.

It was the first time she had ever seen Wan Xian’Er smile so joyfully when speaking of a man other than the young master. Now it was Yalan’s turn to be flustered. "My lady, what’s wrong? Why are you suddenly asking about him? Could it be that you...?"

"’You’ what?" Wan Xian’Er shot Yalan a playful glare. "I was just curious. Now, go to sleep. That’s an order."

With that, Wan Xian’Er flickered again and vanished before Yalan’s eyes, leaving the attendant gaping in stunned silence. "Just now, my lady... she..."

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly misted over, and glistening teardrops slowly traced paths down her cheeks.

"My lady... is back..."

Back in the Immortal Shadow Hall, Wan Xian’Er clasped her hands, fingers intertwined over her chest, and murmured to herself, ’It’s him, it has to be him! That bastard... how did he suddenly show up in the Central State, and in Medicine City of all places? And he even met Xiao Ying’er and pretended to be her father for a day?’

’Is he here to find me?’

’No, that’s not right. Yalan said he was delivering something to Father on someone’s behalf.’

’Did he discover his connection to Xiao Ying’er?’

’That doesn’t seem right either, or he would have chased after us by now.’

"..."

Wan Xian’Er paced back and forth in the room, muttering to herself, proposing one scenario after another only to immediately dismiss it. But when her gaze fell on Xiao Ying’er’s pale little face, the excitement in her heart vanished, replaced by a deep and profound sorrow.

Yes, he was here. But Xiao Ying’er only had two short months left to live... Even if he had come, what was the point? If only he had come sooner, Xiao Ying’er could have met her father sooner.

With a sigh, Wan Xian’Er suddenly grew indignant, grinding her teeth in frustration. ’You bastard! Because of you, I have to make a public appearance! There are at least thirty handsome and talented young men from the direct lineages of major Noble Families gathered in the Guest Reception Hall right now. This whole mess is your fault! Let’s see how you clean it up! You idiot, Mu Chen! You moron, Mu Chen! Just you wait!’

...

In a room at the Midtown Hotel, Mu Chen was examining the crystal sculpture in his hand. A happy smile would grace his lips one moment, a sorrowful look would fill his eyes the next, followed by a face full of guilt. In short, his emotions were a tangled mess.

Suddenly, a strange tickle welled up in his nose. If he hadn’t forced himself to hold it back, he probably would have sneezed several times. He rubbed his nose vigorously and asked, "Master, why did you stop me from going to the Ding Palace just now?"

A white figure drifted into view and sat down beside Mu Chen. "Why? Let me ask you, if you had gone straight into the Ding Palace just now, what was your plan?"

Mu Chen answered without hesitation, "To find Wan Xian’Er and acknowledge my relationship with Ying’Er, of course."

Hearing this, the Profound Old Ghost smacked Mu Chen on the back of the head and cursed, "Childish!"

Mu Chen yelped in pain and rubbed his head. Though he was now twenty years old, in front of the Profound Old Ghost, he was still a child—still his child-like disciple.

"Let me ask you again, have you thought about the consequences of doing that?" the Profound Old Ghost said irritably.

"Consequences?" Mu Chen paused. He really hadn’t thought about them.

The Profound Old Ghost pursed his lips. "Get it through your head. You got the only daughter of the Ding Palace Master pregnant, then abandoned the mother and child for three years, forcing the already pitiful Xiao Ying’er to live without a father’s love. They couldn’t find you all this time, so who knows how much anger they’ve been bottling up. And what do you do? You want to just charge in headfirst? Oh, they’ll be thrilled. Before you even make it up the mountain, I bet those old geezers from the Ding Palace will toss you right into the Celestial Refining Cauldron and cook you alive!"

"Well..." Mu Chen was taken aback, realizing he had no response to the Profound Old Ghost’s scolding.

The Profound Old Ghost’s words may have been harsh, but they accurately described what was in Wan Xianzhong’s heart. He was a bellyful of rage right now. If he saw Mu Chen just charge in like that, he would throw him into the Celestial Refining Cauldron, even if his daughter threatened him with her own life!

"Then what should I do? Master, you must have a plan, right?" Mu Chen’s heart pounded with fear. He had many trump cards, but he was still just one person. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn’t fight an entire clan. A minor family like the Border City Zhou Family had already forced him to ask the Profound Old Ghost for help, so what chance did he have against the Ding Palace, the leader of the Nine Hidden Families, who could crush him with a flick of a finger?

The Profound Old Ghost snorted derisively. "Nonsense. Don’t you know who your Master is? I’m... uh... the Profound Old Ghost! Of course there’s a way. It’s just that you might need to reveal a few things."

"Reveal things? Reveal what?"

The Profound Old Ghost’s expression suddenly turned serious. "The only things in your possession that are related to the Ding Palace."

Mu Chen was startled. "You mean the White Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Dragon Scripture?"

"Exactly," the Profound Old Ghost said. "It’s time to play some of our trump cards. Since both the White Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Dragon Scripture have accepted you as their master, it means you were destined to be their owner. The Ding Palace values the White Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Dragon Scripture above all else—they are their faith. So, as long as you reveal these two items, no matter how much Wan Xianzhong despises you, he can only stand by and watch. To destroy you would be to destroy the Ding Palace’s two greatest treasures. They won’t do it."

"With this prerequisite, your life will at least be safe. However, it’s highly likely they will imprison you. After all, you possess two of the Ding Palace’s greatest treasures, and their anger hasn’t cooled. Your situation will still be dangerous."

Mu Chen said, "Then the next step is to extinguish their anger."

The Profound Old Ghost nodded. "Once your safety is guaranteed, the rest is much simpler. There are two main reasons for Wan Xianzhong and the entire Ding Palace’s anger. First, Wan Xian’Er’s reputation. She is, after all, the apple of Wan Xianzhong’s eye, his only daughter. Not only did you force yourself on her and get her pregnant under dubious circumstances, but you also abandoned her. He definitely can’t let that slide and save face. Put yourself in his shoes; if you were him, you’d probably have wanted to kill someone long ago. The only reason he hasn’t come looking for you all these years is surely because Wan Xian’Er has been desperately stopping and hiding things from him. From this alone, you can tell that her feelings for you run very deep. The solution to this problem lies with Wan Xian’Er."

"Second, Xiao Ying’er’s physical crisis—her shattered Dantian, just like yours was. But your shattered Dantian was clearly a Postnatal condition, caused by someone’s malicious actions. For some reason, however, it was passed down to Xiao Ying’er. Even I have never heard of such a thing. Logically, this shouldn’t have happened. However, I have a theory. Your... ’accident’ with Wan Xian’Er happened after your Dantian was repaired. But the method used to repair it was the unprecedented Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique. Therefore, I deduce that Xiao Ying’er’s condition is likely related to the Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique."

"Related to the Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique?" Mu Chen pondered for a moment, then said suddenly, "Wait, Master, even if Ying’er’s condition has nothing to do with the Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique, can’t I use the technique to help her reforge her Dantian in the same way?"

The Profound Old Ghost nodded. "That’s the key. This is how you extinguish the core of Wan Xianzhong and the Ding Palace’s anger. That’s right. The Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique can definitely help Xiao Ying’er reforge her Dantian. And after it’s reforged, she will become the second Martial Artist to possess a Nine Attributes Dantian. Moreover, because her Dantian was shattered more severely and was a congenital condition, the quality of her reforged Dantian might even be superior to yours. But..."

Mu Chen asked anxiously, "But what? Master, please don’t keep me in suspense."

The Profound Old Ghost sighed. "But don’t forget your Nine Venerable Thunder Tribulation."

"The Nine Venerable Thunder Tribulation... Right, how could I forget about that. If Xiao Ying’er attracts the Nine Venerable Thunder Tribulation while reforging her Dantian, not only will she lose her life, but the entire Ding Palace might be wiped from existence."

At this, the light in Mu Chen’s eyes gradually dimmed. But just then, a sharp pain shot through his forehead as the Profound Old Ghost smacked him on the head again, cursing, "You idiot! Who told you the Nine Venerable Thunder Tribulation would descend upon Xiao Ying’er?"

Mu Chen rubbed his head, blinking at the Profound Old Ghost. "Huh? It won’t descend on Xiao Ying’er? Then where will it go?"

The Profound Old Ghost gave a wry smile. "Silly boy. You’re usually so clever, why are you so muddle-headed today? You were the one who reforged your own Dantian back then, so naturally, the Nine Venerable Thunder Tribulation targeted you. Now, you will be using the Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique to reforge Xiao Ying’er’s Dantian. The one controlling the process is still you, so of course the Nine Venerable Thunder Tribulation will still descend upon you. The only difference is, the moment you break through to the Venerable Realm, two Nine Venerable Thunder Tribulations will strike you at the same time. Your chances of successfully Crossing the Tribulation will be next to zero."

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