Chapter 105: The Realm of Earth Immortals, Imperial Sovereign Chen Shanhe

Discarding the bullet in her hand, Jiang Yu nonchalantly clapped her hands. Then, she extended her index finger and gently tapped the middle-aged man’s forehead. She recalled that the last time in Yun City’s Azure Sea and Cloud Sky, the newly possessed Jiang Yu had also tapped the head wolf’s forehead just like this. The head wolf had survived, by sheer luck. Now, she wondered if the middle-aged man could withstand this finger tap from Jiang Yu, six months later.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water—touch and go—in Anya’s eyes, Jiang Yu merely tapped the man’s forehead lightly. Then, she pulled Anya along and turned without looking back, leaving the place. A few seconds after they stepped outside, Anya seemed to hear a muffled explosion behind her, as if a balloon had burst.

Approaching the exit, Jiang Yu suddenly halted, sneering coldly: “Hmph, petty tricks.” With that, she stomped fiercely on the ground. The nearby cars trembled, lifted several centimeters into the air, then crashed back down with a thunderous roar.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Alarm sounds blared from the surrounding vehicles. In a daze, Anya seemed to see wisps of blood mist lingering behind the cars.

Then, trembling with fear, Anya looked up and found Jiang Yu’s eyes coldly staring at her. Tears streamed down her face as she shivered and pleaded, “Mr. Jiang, please, don’t kill me.”

Jiang Yu smiled softly, “It’s okay. Close your eyes; it will be over soon.”

Though terror gripped her utterly, Anya obediently shut her eyes and curled up, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

Seconds later, Jiang Yu’s voice whispered in her ear: “It’s done.”

Anya blinked in confusion, standing there stunned for a moment before her expression changed dramatically. She grabbed Jiang Yu’s hand, “Mr. Jiang, we need to run.”

Jiang Yu smiled and asked, “Do you remember what just happened?”

Anya hesitated, “Just now? Didn’t a group of people rush in and then we ran out?”

After speaking, she sensed something was wrong. She pondered carefully but found the past few minutes were a blank; nothing came to mind except overwhelming fear. Yet she couldn’t recall what exactly she had been afraid of.

Jiang Yu nodded and reassured her it was nothing.

Erasing a person’s memory was effortless for a cultivator like him. Besides, he had only wiped Anya’s memory of the last few minutes. For an ordinary person, knowing too much could disrupt their life.

“Hey, why am I crying?” Anya suddenly realized her face was streaked with tears she hadn’t noticed before.

Jiang Yu smiled, “Earlier, when that group rushed in, you were scared to tears. We took advantage of the chaos to escape. Let’s go find Professor Song and the others.”

Anya glanced back nervously, “But Miss Chen and the others…”

“It’s fine. They can handle themselves.”

Jiang Yu strode ahead, and Anya hurried to keep up.

Back in the hotel, everyone gathered together. Yan Xiaoxiao’s fear hadn’t subsided; she kept patting her chest, the thrilling rise and fall drawing many male glances.

“That scared me to death. Luckily, we ran fast.”

Xiao Xun sat on the sofa, sweating profusely. “Did you see that? Miss Chen actually killed Han Yue with a single palm strike. Who is she? Could it be true that there really are powerful warriors in this world, like Chen Kun said?”

Professor Song scolded, “Nonsense, Xiao Xun. How have I always taught you? When did you start believing in such ghost stories?”

Xiao Xun protested, “But everyone saw it happen. Professor Song, how can a woman break through a person’s body with just her strength?”

Raised under materialism, Professor Song would never have believed such things before tonight. But now, confronted by his students, he fell silent for a moment. Then he said, “Give me some time. I will offer a reasonable explanation. In any case, I won’t allow my students to be swayed by other beliefs.”

Jiang Yu smiled, “Professor Song, have you ever considered that perhaps Chen Kun was telling the truth? That there truly exists a group whose life functions evolve continuously through some medium, ultimately approaching the legendary immortals.”

The professor shook his head, “Young man, you’re overthinking.”

At that moment, Anya felt even stranger. Normally, she would side with Professor Song. Yet hearing Jiang Yu’s words, she found herself believing without hesitation.

Though her memory had been erased, an instinct remained within her body. For example, whenever she saw Jiang Yu in the future, she would feel overwhelming fear. This reaction was driven by her innate instinct.

Yan Xiaoxiao looked at Jiang Yu and Anya with concern. “Are you both okay? I thought I saw you trapped inside.”

Anya clasped her head, her expression pained. “I can’t remember the last few minutes at all. Jiang Yu, how did we escape? I feel like someone was wielding a knife trying to cut us, but after that, everything’s a blank.”

Everyone turned to Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu smiled faintly, “We ran out during the chaos.”

Professor Song took a deep breath, said nothing more, and sat alone at his desk, engrossed in reading.

Soon, everyone forgot the previous events. Yan Xiaoxiao clamored for a late-night snack. Reluctantly, Xiao Xun and a few boys went downstairs to buy some food and beer. The group gathered around, eating and laughing.

Jiang Yu and Anya sat to one side, listening to the joyful chatter.

Yan Xiaoxiao whispered, “Why don’t we invite them over? Anya’s been through a lot. Her parents went into the mountains years ago and never returned. Now she has a younger brother to take care of.”

A girl complained, “We barely have enough for ourselves. Come on, we’re just acquaintances passing by. Do you really want to be friends with them?”

Yan Xiaoxiao opened her mouth but fell silent.

Her fellow classmates were pampered and arrogant, raised in a greenhouse environment. They disagreed, and she couldn’t invite Jiang Yu and Anya over. That would be too awkward.

About an hour later, Chen Chuwan and Chen Kun returned to the hotel.

Yan Xiaoxiao stood up anxiously. “Brother Chen, are you all okay?”

Chen Kun looked tired, waving his hand. “We’re fine.”

Chen Chuwan didn’t even glance at the students, walking straight into her room—a true cold beauty who spoke fewer than three sentences all day.

Xiao Xun shrank back, muttering, “Better to avoid women like that. I haven’t lived enough yet.”

Before, everyone was excited to have a stunning beauty join their team, imagining the journey wouldn’t be boring. Now, all avoided Chen Chuwan.

Yan Xiaoxiao said, “Let’s look at it another way. With them here, we’ll be safer. At least we won’t have to fear wild beasts. Miss Chen isn’t one to kill indiscriminately; as long as we don’t provoke her, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Several nodded. With Chen Chuwan and her group joining, their safety was much more assured.

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In her room, Chen Chuwan stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in a new set of pajamas that accentuated her curves.

Chen Kun sat on the bed, deep in thought. “Sister Chuwan, don’t you feel Jiang Yu looks very familiar? Like we’ve met before, but I can’t quite place it.”

Chen Chuwan was surprised. “You feel that too?”

Chen Kun nodded. “Not only that, but every time I see that guy, I feel as if I see him every day.”

She turned around, her expression puzzled. “The first time I saw Jiang Yu, I felt déjà vu. Over the next few days, watch him carefully. This person is not simple. Be cautious not to let him disrupt our plans. The fate of the Chen family hinges on this.”

Her face darkened with sorrow. When the Supreme Emperor Chen Shanhe was still around, how dazzling and unmatched he was—who in the realm could challenge him? Back then, the great clans of Dongzhou, the Qinan Qin family, the Qi Mountain royal family, and over a dozen secret sects all came from afar to pay homage.

Unfortunately, since Chen Shanhe’s disappearance, those sects launched fierce attacks and nearly wiped out the Chen family completely.

“Our Chen family is at least a clan of Earth Immortals; it’s us descendants who have disgraced the Earth Immortal bloodline.”

Chen Chuwan sat heavily on the bed, her expression desolate.

After a long silence, Chen Kun spoke gravely, “Tonight, Jiang Yu privately asked me if I knew the Supreme Emperor Chen Shanhe.”

At these words, Chen Chuwan suddenly lifted her head.