Chapter 207: Recollections

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Recollections

"Song Tianxing?"

Yang Chen, who had just removed his hand from Yunmiao's back, was utterly confused upon hearing Abbess Yunmiao's emotionally charged question.

"Don't pretend you don't know anything! The internal energy you used to heal me just now is clearly from our Shushan Sect's Wangnian Derivative Scripture. Aside from Song Tianxing, there is no other successor of this internal energy! You used the authentic derivative energy, so how could you not be connected to Song Tianxing?! Tell me! Where is that scoundrel Song Tianxing now?!" Abbess Yunmiao rapidly fired off a series of questions, leaving everyone around her stunned. Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

Yang Chen frowned slightly. He gradually understood what Abbess Yunmiao was referring to, but this realization only brought more confusion.

Huilin blinked curiously and asked, "Master, are you talking about Uncle Song Tianxing?"

"That's right," Abbess Yunmiao said, her gaze fixed on Yang Chen. "I wondered why I felt such an intense aversion when I first saw him. It turns out that he has cultivated the internal energy from the Wangnian Derivative Scripture. That energy... how could I ever forget it?"

Yang Chen thought for a moment and said, "Abbess, whether you believe me or not, I genuinely did not know this skill was called the Wangnian Derivative Scripture. I didn't know it originated from Shushan, but I think I can tell you some things you might want to know about the person you mentioned, Song Tianxing."

Abbess Yunmiao's eyes glistened with tears, "Really? Then please, tell me quickly!"

Yang Chen glanced around and said to Tianlong, Leaf, and the others, "Everyone, please leave for a bit. The conversation that follows contains matters that are not suitable for public discussion."

"Come on, what's the big deal? We're curious too," Tianlong said nonchalantly.

"Tianlong, get out!"

Abbess Yunmiao's cold glare swept across the group. Even the thick-skinned Tianlong could only mutter a few words before leaving Panlong Courtyard with the others.

In the main hall, only Yang Chen, Abbess Yunmiao, and Huilin remained.

"You can speak now," Abbess Yunmiao said, her face full of eagerness and anticipation.

Yang Chen nodded, gathered his thoughts, and began, "This story starts with the Zero organization. Abbess, I assume you're familiar with Zero."

Abbess Yunmiao frowned, "Zero? Of course, I know it. It was once the world's top assassination organization. However, I heard it was later eradicated by you alone. I didn't believe it before, but after seeing you in action earlier, I believe you have that kind of strength. Your combat skills have surpassed what humans can achieve."

Yang Chen smiled bitterly, "What many people don't know is that I used to work for Zero. In fact, from the earliest memories I have, I grew up in Zero."

"What?!" Yun Miao asked in confusion, "But why?"

"This, Reverend, is not something you need to ask about. But I can tell you, the person you're looking for, Song Tianxing, is also in zero. When I was about eight years old, I happened to meet him in the organization. I didn't know his name back then, but he was probably an important figure within the organization. I remember, he was just curious when a child of the Yanxia lineage appeared in the organization, and then he wanted me to learn a martial art with him, which is the 'Derivation Scripture' that Reverend mentioned. At the time, I didn't know what it was, but every time after training, as long as I practiced according to his method, my body could recover quickly."

At this point, Yang Chen's eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia, as if that sloppy middle-aged man from years ago was still in front of him, laughing foolishly with a bottle of wine in his hand.

Although it was a trivial matter for Yang Chen, he didn't want everyone to know about his blood's detoxifying ability. If they knew he was immune to toxins, they would be cautious, and Yang Chen didn't want too many cards revealed. While he wasn't afraid of toxins, they might not hesitate to experiment on him if they felt uneasy. The people around him were still not safe.

"Stingy," Yezi grumbled.

Tianlong stepped forward with a smile, "Um, that, do you still have the spherical object you had just now? Is it something from Venus? Let me take a look."

Yang Chen shook his head, shrugging, "Gone. The main god protective talisman dissipates after one use."

"That's bizarre," Tianlong said unhappily.

Beside them, Kuang Feng nudged Tianlong and said, "Tianlong, didn't you say you wanted to spar with Yang Chen? Giving up now?"

Tianlong's face turned red, he coughed twice, glanced at his wrist, "Um, it's getting late, I'll go back to the camp to pack up." With that, he scampered away.

"This guy, what's the point of wearing a watch if you don't even check the time!" Kuang Feng grumbled.

As everyone was chatting and laughing relaxedly, the communicator of Hai Xiao restored communication and received a signal.

"Got it, we'll head back immediately!"

Hai Xiao listened, then said to everyone, "The General has arrived at the camp, let's hurry back."

At the mention of the "General," everyone's spirits lifted, and they all sprinted towards the camp in unison.

Yezi, seeing Yang Chen not moving, hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Big Brother Yang, come on, the General is here! You're the hero of this mission; you'll definitely get rewarded by the General!"

"Who's the General?" Yang Chen asked.

"Of course, it's the leader of our Flame Tribe. The General is a hero of our country, and all the Eight Divisions and Dragon Team follow the General's orders!" Yezi said proudly.

Yang Chen chuckled, "Well, he might be your leader, but he's not mine. Strictly speaking, I might be a thorn in his side."

Yezi paused, then remembered that Yang Chen wasn't originally from the Flame Tribe. She released his hand with regret and said, "Oh, then I'll go first."

As Yezi had just left, Hui Lin, a novice nun, supported the pale-faced Yun Miao Reverend out of the Panlong Monastery's gate. Yun Miao Reverend, who had looked no more than fifty, suddenly seemed to have aged ten years, with deeper wrinkles on her face.

Seeing Yang Chen standing outside the gate, Yun Miao unexpectedly smiled, "Let's go. Even if you're not part of the Flame Tribe, you still need to meet that person."

Yang Chen didn't understand why Yun Miao Reverend said this, but he nodded. At the very least, he needed to catch a plane back to Mo Qianni's hometown.