Chapter 63: The Death of Jiang Yun

Chapter 63: The Death of Jiang Yun The news of Jiang Yun's death, a 20-year-old genius with immortal-level cultivation from the heavens, who was considered stronger than anyone else his age in the Tian Yuan world, spread rapidly like wildfire. This news shocked every corner of the continent that knew Jiang Yun, whether in the lowlands, midlands, highlands, or some immortal territories. Rumors, both true and false, about him were widely discussed.

Some said that Jiang Yun was a genius hidden by the Jiang family, while others claimed he was someone the Jiang family had abandoned. Various rumors circulated, making Jiang Yun's name a topic of conversation in every continent and every family.

However, the Jiang family did not allow the rumors surrounding Jiang Yun to persist for long. The fifth ancestor of the Jiang family publicly announced that Jiang Yun's death was a conspiracy orchestrated by several imperial forces. They accused these forces of fearing Jiang Yun's strength and genius, thus plotting to assassinate him to prevent future threats from the Jiang family.

After the accusations, the fifth ancestor not only spoke but also awakened other ancestors in the Jiang family and immediately led the family's forces to attack the accused immortal imperial forces. These attacks were filled with brutality and ruthlessness. The Jiang family plundered resources from seven weakened imperial forces, making them an even stronger family. Although they lost Jiang Yun, the rewards from this attack made the Jiang family immensely wealthy.

While the entire Tian Yuan remained confused about Jiang Yun's death, news of the Jiang family's attack became a topic that instilled fear in many regarding the ever-increasing power of this family. The fifth ancestor continued to move with brutality, not giving any forces a chance to regroup and retaliate.

Since the day Jiang Yun left, Jiang Feng, Jiang Ting, and Jiang Li had all locked themselves in the training hall, focusing on their cultivation to enhance their strength. The loss from Jiang Yun's actions deeply affected them. They chose to spend all their time training to escape the feelings of shame and confusion that plagued their minds.

Jiang Hao, on the other hand, was different. He sat in front of the family documents every day but never touched any work. His face was filled with gloom. Wei Ning tried to comfort him several times, knowing well that this loss had changed everything—not just for the Jiang family but also for their relationship. Wei Ning herself felt confused and did not understand her own feelings, but all she could do was try to stay by Jiang Hao's side during this difficult time.

However, Jiang Yun's name gradually faded over time. The genius who had died was no longer considered a genius. His story became just a forgotten memory for many. Zi Hao was also deeply saddened by He Wen's departure, but he decided to move on, to live the life that remained, setting new goals for himself.

Meanwhile, at the Immortal Phoenix Imperial Dynasty, Feng Yi, upon hearing the news of Jiang Yun's death, was also shocked. Her eyes were slightly vacant, as if there was something she did not want to believe. She ordered her subordinates to investigate the details of this matter thoroughly before turning away, speaking to herself in a cold tone.

"What a pathetic death, not worthy of your arrogance at all."

At the same time, in the Ice Land, the Immortal Snow Continent, in a restaurant, a young woman with several attendants was sitting down to eat. The whispers within the restaurant began to grow louder as the conversation turned to Jiang Yun, the mysterious man who had once created legends before disappearing.

"I heard he has died. I truly regret it," said one man.

"Yes, it seems he had the talent to reach the level of an immortal emperor, but ultimately he died before that," other whispers chimed in.

The young woman at the table heard these conversations but did not show any expression. She slowly lifted her teacup to drink while quietly listening to the discussions, pondering something hidden within her heart.

In the quiet restaurant, a man was telling stories about Jiang Yun to those around him. His voice gradually attracted everyone's attention. When the story reached a crucial point, he said with a firm tone:

"Jiang Yun... the fallen genius who died too young."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the shop changed instantly. A chilling cold spread unexpectedly. Everyone began to feel the cold that was clearly emanating. The gaze of the people turned towards a young woman who was sitting quietly while eating. She seemed indifferent to her surroundings, but as soon as she heard the name "Jiang Yun," a soft whisper escaped her lips.

"Jiang Yun... Huh... Jiang Yun has died, hasn't she?"

"No, wait... Who is Jiang Yun?"

Tears began to flow from her eyes. Slowly, the atmosphere around the young woman grew colder rapidly, causing those in the shop to feel an overwhelming pressure that was hard to resist. The air around them turned frigid as if frozen instantly, affecting the people to the point where they nearly suffocated.

Suddenly, Lin Jia, or "The Holy God of the Sacred Mist Land," appeared abruptly from the void. His appearance radiated brilliance, and Lin Qingyi's figure was enveloped in a complex and powerful form of energy. Then he made her disappear instantly before he contemplated.

"Is that kid really dead? Hmph... Even seeing it with my own eyes, I still find it hard to believe."

Lin Jia chuckled softly, but his eyes were contemplative. He murmured to himself, thinking of something important.

"The Genius Competition of the Tian Yuan World is coming soon... Will that kid participate?" He paused for a moment before shaking his head slightly.

"Probably not... At most, he might send a follower because the prize this year isn't interesting enough to warrant his personal appearance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jia vanished back into the void, as if he had never appeared, leaving only a lingering sense of doubt and fear in the air.

On an island teeming with various life forms, both human and those that didn't quite resemble humans, some had horns protruding from their heads, while others had wings sprouting from their backs. Dragons flew in circles above the sky, showcasing the grandeur of ancient creatures, and beneath the deep sea, a prosperous underwater city was also thriving with life.

In a small tea shop on that island, two young men were sitting and chatting in a relaxed atmosphere. One of the men spoke up with a serious tone laced with curiosity.

"Brother Ye, have you heard the news? There's someone who achieved the Immortal level of Heaven at just 20 years old... and he died not long ago."

Ye Chen listened while lifting his teacup to sip but responded with disbelief, "I think that's nonsense. This kind of news seems more like a fake rumor. Is there really someone who, at 20 years old, could cultivate to the Immortal level of Heaven? It's clearly a hoax."

The other man nodded in agreement. "I agree with you. I think the Jiang family just fabricated some news about that guy... what's his name... Jiang Yun."

Ye Chen, who was about to take another sip of tea, froze. The teacup slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a loud crash, shattering into pieces. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "What did you just say?"

The man looked on in confusion before repeating, "I was talking about Jiang Yun, the one who claimed to be the genius of the Jiang family... Brother Ye, are you okay? Why are you sweating so much?"

Ye Chen, now looking dazed and uncomfortable, tried to regain his composure and replied in a strained voice, "I'm fine. I just feel a bit unwell... I think I need to head back now, Senior Brother."

He quickly got up and walked out rapidly. The man watched him in bewilderment but said nothing further. He lifted his tea to drink again as if nothing had happened.

Once Ye Chen exited the shop, the voice in his heart began to whisper softly.

"Master... Do you really think Jiang Yun is dead? Why can't I believe that someone like him could die..."

The thought made him feel insecure. Ye Chen began to reminisce about something familiar.

The spirit of Long Xichao, floating above Ye Chen's body, appeared to change noticeably. The darkness surrounding her created a chilling atmosphere, and her voice sounded solemn yet still carried a hint of mocking humor.

"I think the same as you," Long Xichao said slowly.

"And what about the news spreading about Jiang Yun?" Ye Chen asked, his voice slightly trembling.

Long Xichao chuckled softly in the silence that enveloped the atmosphere around them. "Rumors without any evidence. Don't you ever feel that these things happen to divert attention from something? Or do you really believe that someone like Jiang Yun would break his own neck to commit suicide?"

Ye Chen listened in silence as his mind tried to comprehend what his master was saying. Long Xichao narrowed her eyes before continuing.

"Jiang Yun... that kid, if the news of his death were true, no, it's impossible for him to be dead. He must be faking his death to buy time and hide once again. That means... he is waiting for something." S~eaʀᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Ye Chen looked at his master with eyes that gradually widened. He had never considered this angle before, but Long Xichao's words made him start to realize a new possibility he had never anticipated.

"Master... does that mean Jiang Yun is not dead?" Ye Chen asked softly.

Long Xichao smiled faintly before replying, "Are you stupid? If you still don't sense the abnormality in this matter, I might have to find you a new brain."

Ye Chen paused for a moment, his thoughts becoming chaotic. He didn't know whether to believe the rumors or trust his own instincts. As his thoughts remained confused, Long Xichao spoke again.

"In this world, a genius like Jiang Yun cannot die easily... you should understand that well."

Ye Chen looked at Long Xichao, who was gradually fading away into the ring, before recalling his master's words. It made his heart feel even more unsettled...