Though they cursed, the crowd couldn't be bothered to hold Zhang Chen accountable now; they had to get through the immediate crisis first.
After all, the fifty thousand elite troops of the Inspection and Supervision Department are not to be underestimated. Even though there are a hundred thousand troops from the Demon Race here, they still do not have the upper hand against the elite army of the Inspection and Supervision Department.
The fifty thousand strong army of the Inspection and Supervision Department were all clad in iron armor, wrapped tightly, and armed with sharp blades. The Demon Race's army could only rely on claws and fangs, and it truly is a struggle facing such elite troops.
A battle was inevitable, and the crowd could only fight to carve out a bright future, to forge a path to survival.
However, none of this concerned Zhang Chen. Staring at the heavy rain outside the tea house, he idly counted the raindrops falling outside the door.
He was unaware that the battle at the Celestial Pool had already gradually concluded.
As the fighting subsided, the dragon head was unexpectedly swallowed by the Gambling Fox, Tushan Qing, and then this scoundrel used some Technique to vanish into the lake without a trace.
At this moment, Zhou Chuan was in a bit of a sorry state, with several heavy wounds on his body, and his organs were continuously coming out from those wounds, only to be stuffed back by Zhou Chuan.
Behind Zhou Chuan were two figures, one black and one white, chasing after him while cursing him in foul, filthy language that made Zhou Chuan seethe with rage.
Inside the tea house
As dusk fell, a figure broke through the curtain of rain, appearing on the long street with an oil-paper umbrella.
Zhang Chen saw the newcomer, and the newcomer also saw Zhang Chen.
Zhou Chuan, holding an oil-paper umbrella, with two bundles on his back, arrived at the tea house and sat opposite Zhang Chen.
"How did you find me?"
Looking at Zhou Chuan sitting across from him, Zhang Chen's eyes showed a hint of curiosity, but when his gaze fell on the wound on Zhou Chuan's chest, his pupils involuntarily constricted. The wound on his chest was grim, and as he breathed, his liver seemed to be faintly visible.
However, Zhang Chen felt that Zhou Chuan's life force had not waned, as if unaffected by the injury. In his perception, Zhou Chuan's Qi Blood was vast and vigorous, like a blazing sun that, once erupted, would destroy the heavens and earth. Although injured, Zhou Chuan was akin to a wounded lion, extremely dangerous at the moment.
His mind constantly warned him that this person was exceedingly dangerous.
But Zhang Chen suppressed his Spiritual Sense because he knew that such warnings were merely instinctual. With the methods he currently possessed, Zhou Chuan could not kill him.
Moreover, he somewhat understood Zhou Chuan's character; the latter was definitely not someone who would kill innocents indiscriminately.
Thus, Zhang Chen sat before Zhou Chuan and filled his teacup to the brim.
"You won't die, will you?" Zhang Chen asked.
"No! It just brings some trouble!" Zhou Chuan replied nonchalantly, placing the bundles on the ground.
"Waiter, bring a grill!" Zhou Chuan shouted towards the door.
Though it was a tea house, the waiter still respectfully brought a grill. After setting up the charcoal fire, he respectfully retreated.
Zhou Chuan took a piece of meat from his bundle, white as fatty meat, but unlike roasted fatty meat. As it roasted over the charcoal fire, an indescribable fragrance spread.
Then Zhou Chuan took out a knife, slicing the roasted meat, and with the knife, offered a piece to Zhang Chen.
Biting into the roasted meat, Zhang Chen only felt a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth. The roasted meat had an extremely unique aroma, which seemed to echo within one's organs, lingering for a long time.
Zhang Chen found the taste of the roasted meat a bit strange, not quite like any roasted meat he'd had before. As the meat entered his stomach, his body had some inexplicable reactions, quickly suppressed and assimilated by his Magical Power.
"This meat contains a Mysterious Power..." Zhang Chen thought to himself.
"How does the Dragon Flesh taste?" Zhou Chuan inquired.
"Dragon Flesh, you say?" Zhang Chen paused, stopping his chewing motion as he stared at the roasted meat in his hands for a moment before moving his gaze from the meat to Zhou Chuan: "I have a question. Zhang Shicheng was a person before, but after transforming into a dragon, does he still count as a person? Are we eating human flesh now?"
Zhou Chuan's mouth twitched in annoyance as he snapped, "Killjoy! Are you eating or not? If not, put it down!"
Zhang Chen chuckled, then lowered his head, devouring with enthusiasm. Even if Zhang Shicheng was a human, does that mean he can't eat it? Compared to the actions of Prince Pingbian's Mansion towards him, what's the difference between eating flesh and drinking blood?
They ate and drank to satisfaction, even though Zhang Chen's eyes occasionally wandered to Zhou Chuan's abdomen, watching the repeated emergence of his organs only to be casually pushed back in, leaving him appalled and his scalp tingling.
Then Zhou Chuan removed the charcoal fire and opened a bundle beside him. Inside, various colors of meat shimmered with strange luster.
Zhou Chuan proudly said: "Dragon Liver! Dragon Heart! I've gathered it all, and I'll leave a portion for you. These items are immensely nourishing, consuming them can aid in washing away impurities and remolding the body."
While speaking, Zhou Chuan picked up a knife and began dividing, splitting the internal organs into two parts, one wrapped for Zhang Chen, the other for himself.
Then Zhou Chuan opened another bundle, inside were actually two Dragon Horns, though they were just parts of a single horn.
The two dragon horns were two meters long, as white as beautiful jade, flowing with innate patterns inside.
"There were too many fighting over the Dragon Horns, getting these two took all my effort. These horns, whether forging weapons or grinding them for consumption to transform one's body, are supreme divine objects. As for the Dragon Pearl... I'm simply too slow to catch up!" Zhou Chuan muttered, handing one section of Dragon Horn to Zhang Chen: "Here you go!"
"This item is too precious, I cannot accept it!" Zhang Chen instinctively refused.
"Why be polite between us?" Zhou Chuan remarked: "Unless you don't consider me a brother."
Zhang Chen looked at Zhou Chuan's weathered face, considering his age, he could be his grandfather, ridiculous brotherhood.
Zhou Chuan spoke like this, so Zhang Chen naturally had no reason to refuse. He then took the Dragon Horn in hand, the horn was thick, about as wide as an adult's waist, holding it felt like gripping a piece of jade.
"That's more like it!" Zhou Chuan saw Zhang Chen accepting the horn, his face showing a satisfied smile.
Zhang Chen directly opened the Ba Snake Space, swallowing all items inside, leaving Zhou Chuan stunned: "This Divine Technique is great, makes roaming the Martial World, from Celestial South to North, easy!"
"It can only store mysterious objects." Zhang Chen shook his head, not considering the skill particularly convenient.
"You came today just in time, I have a mantra to teach you." Zhang Chen said.
"What mantra?" Zhou Chuan was interested.
"The follow-up mantra for Martial Dao, containing the method to measure and open 1,226 acupoints, along with the Technique for refining the Indestructible Golden Body. This is a follow-up cultivation technique for Martial Dao, and today, you have luckily encountered it, and I pass it to you." Zhang Chen said.
Zhou Chuan was startled at the words, his internal Qi Mechanism reacted intensely, the table in front shattered into powder, but he contained the Qi Mechanism immediately, otherwise the whole small building might turn to ashes.
"Are you serious? You're not fooling me? Martial Dao's path has long been broken, where is there follow-up cultivation technique?" Zhou Chuan's eyes widened, staring at Zhang Chen intensely, full of heat.
Zhang Chen smiled and began explaining the Martial Dao cultivation technique he had once obtained. Zhou Chuan listened carefully, not daring to miss a single detail. Zhang Chen spoke for a full two hours, simultaneously using water flow to depict each Martial Dao scroll in the air. After finishing the discussion, he brewed a pot of tea and drank it slowly.
At this time, Zhou Chuan's eyes were closed, his acupoints continuously trembling, emitting grain-sized spots of light, like brilliant stars, containing mysterious power within.
Even Zhou Chuan's skin gradually became tinged with a golden hue, and the split wound, with flesh frantically writhing, healed entirely in a moment.
After two hours, Zhou Chuan's Qi Mechanism subsided, slowly opening his eyes, which were pure and flawless, like those of an infant.
Zhang Chen noticed the difference in Zhou Chuan; before, anyone approaching Zhou Chuan would feel the astonishing strength housed within him, but now all traces of that power vanished, as if a normal middle-aged man sat there.
Zhou Chuan looked at Zhang Chen, his lips moved slightly, only expelling a breath after a long while: "I took the wrong path before."
"Hmm?" Zhang Chen elongated the nasal tone.
"But fortunately, it's corrected now." Zhou Chuan said, taking a sip of tea: "This favor is immense, even if I give you my life, it's still not enough to repay the grace of your teaching."
Before Zhang Chen could respond, Zhou Chuan had already knelt, kowtowing to Zhang Chen, his forehead hitting the floor with resounding thuds.
"Brother Zhou, what are you doing?" Zhang Chen hurriedly helping Zhou Chuan.
"It's the grace of teaching, even if I sever my head for you, it's deserved. I greatly respect not just your generosity, but the Righteous Technique you impart. For Zhou Chuan to witness Righteous Technique in this life, to see light beyond the broken path of Martial Dao, I can die without regret!" Zhou Chuan's voice carried a hint of sobbing.
Zhang Chen was speechless at the response, just as he was about to help Zhou Chuan up, he paused, and the next moment both looked towards the window. Outside in the torrential rain, two figures, one black and one white, had appeared unknown when, now standing on the street looking through the window, observing their actions.
The gaze of the two figures was filled with surprise and confusion, puzzled as to why Zhou Chuan, the foremost in Martial Dao, would kneel to someone.
"They seem to harbor ill intentions." Zhang Chen queried.
Zhou Chuan rose, a severe gaze in his eyes: "The Gong Family's black and white elders, mastering the ninth-level strange winds, one has the wind to blow away souls, the other has the wind to cause mental disorientation. These two are pillars of the Gong Family, they've been pursuing me for over two years."
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