Chapter 211 Appearance

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Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a handsome young man in green clothes with a unique temperament walking slowly out of the crowd.

It was Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan’s gaze was frank as he looked at Ji Siyu’s cold back and smiled:

"I am untalented, but I also want to become your follower. I wonder if you could give me a chance?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was first stunned and then showed strange expressions.

Did this guy not see the fate of the previous Holy Sons?

Even Cang Man was defeated. Where did an unknown kid like him get the courage?

And this successor dislikes men; she only accepts female followers!

Just when everyone thought Ji Siyu would coldly refuse or even ignore him as she had with other male Disciples...

The white figure who was facing away from everyone and preparing to leave suddenly stiffened the moment she heard that familiar voice, freezing in place.

It was as if an invisible thunderbolt had struck her heart, which had been frozen for ten thousand years.

In this instant, all the gazes in the venue, filled with shock, doubt, and inquiry, converged on Chen Chuan.

The square once again fell into a strange silence.

.....

The crowd parted automatically, and a young man in green robes stepped out slowly.

His face was handsome, and his temperament held a unique quality within a strange sense of calm.

However, the Spiritual Power fluctuations emanating from his body were pitifully weak, only at the Spirit Transformation Realm First Level.

It was Chen Chuan.

He ignored the gazes around him that had instantly become incredibly strange. His gaze was calm, falling on the cold white silhouette in the center of the field who was preparing to leave.

With a gentle smile on his lips, he repeated, "I am untalented, but I also wish to become your follower. I wonder if you could give me a chance?"

There was a brief silence.

Then, a commotion more intense than when Cang Man was defeated erupted across the plaza.

"What did he say? A follower?"

"Spirit Transformation Realm First Level? Did I hear that right? Or has he gone mad?"

"Hahaha, where did this fool come from?"

"Didn’t he see what happened to the Holy Sons and Saintesses before him?"

"Even Senior Brother Cang Man was defeated. Where does a Spirit Transformation Realm good-for-nothing like him get the courage?"

"Chen Chuan? The Chen Chuan who won the Alchemy match against Gu Chen? Being good at Alchemy doesn’t mean his combat power is strong."

"Has he turned his brain into mush from Alchemy? Does he not know his own weight?"

"A toad thinking it can eat swan meat! He should look in a mirror to see if he’s worthy!"

"This Successor is clearly a man-hater and only accepts female followers. Why is he, a man, joining in the excitement? He’s just asking for humiliation!"

Disdain, mockery, ridicule, and looks as if they were staring at an idiot shot toward Chen Chuan from all directions like cold arrows.

No one understood his behavior. In everyone’s eyes, this was nothing more than a farce of someone overestimating themselves.

An ant in the Spirit Transformation Realm was trying to touch the cold moon hanging high above the Nine Heavens.

On the high platform, Taiyi Holy Land’s Holy Lord Mu Qingyu’s beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

She had heard a little about Chen Chuan’s recent performance and knew this boy was exceptionally gifted in the way of Alchemy, even surpassing the Pill Peak Genius Gu Chen.

But that was all.

With a cultivation of the Spirit Transformation Realm First Level, he wanted to become Ji Siyu’s follower?

It was a complete fantasy.

She shook her head slightly and turned her gaze toward her Disciple. In the end, this matter depended on Yu’er’s own wishes.

In the crowd, Jian Chen was stunned. He opened his mouth to speak, but it eventually turned into a helpless sigh.

Although he had heard Chen Chuan mention it before, he had only taken it as a joke. He hadn’t expected Chen Chuan to actually bring it up in public.

Wasn’t this just looking for embarrassment?

On the other side, Elder Mu Qing was so anxious he was stomping his feet, wishing he could rush up immediately and drag back this troublesome Disciple of his.

This kid usually looked quite clever, so why was he acting so foolishly at such a critical moment?

Was the Holy Lord’s Successor someone he could covet?

Even if he wanted to follow her, she wouldn’t even give him a second look!

By the edge of the deep pit, Cang Man, who had just struggled to sit up, heard Chen Chuan’s words. He looked up, and a cold sneer of undisguised contempt curled on his lips.

Even he, with his Heavenly Tyrant Body, had lost. A Spirit Transformation Realm waste who relied on Medicinal Pills to pile up his cultivation dared to indulge in wishful thinking?

It was truly laughable!

All eyes and all discussions were focused on Chen Chuan, as if trying to nail him to a pillar of shame.

However, Chen Chuan seemed oblivious to it all. His gaze remained calmly fixed on that white silhouette.

Just then, that white figure, who had been facing away from everyone and was as cold and detached as a transcendent being, suddenly stiffened upon hearing Chen Chuan’s voice.

As if struck by an invisible bolt of Nine Heavens Profound Lightning, Ji Siyu’s heart-lake, which had been frozen for ten thousand years and remained as still as a deep well, was tossed by a towering wave at this moment.

That voice was so familiar—unforgettably familiar!

Even across life and death, she could never mistake it!

Her body was stiff as she slowly, bit by bit, turned around.

Her eyes, as cold as snow, pierced through the space between them and landed precisely on the face of the young man in green robes.

That face was as handsome as ever, bearing the contours that haunted her dreams and the warmth she missed day and night.

It was him!

It really was him!

Ji Siyu felt a daze; everything before her eyes seemed to become unreal.

She had clearly seen his physical body shatter in that fatal ambush to protect her.

She had watched him die. That heart-wrenching pain was still clearly branded deep within her Soul.

She thought she had lost him forever. During those countless lonely nights, she could only barely fall asleep by relying on memories and the bone-chilling cold.

But now, he was standing right there, looking at her with that familiar, slightly silly smile.

It wasn’t a hallucination, nor was it a nightmare.

He was still alive!

BOOM!

The longing she had suppressed for far too long erupted like a volcano dormant for ten thousand years, instantly washing away all her reason and facade.

Her eyes quickly reddened, and the accumulated tears could no longer be suppressed. Like a river bursting its banks, they surged out and slid down her jade-white cheeks.

That cold facade shattered piece by piece, revealing a woman’s truest and most fragile emotions.

Her sudden crying directly stunned everyone present.

"She’s crying? Why is she crying?"

"Was she driven to tears by Chen Chuan’s anger?"

"It must be! This fellow who doesn’t know life from death actually made her cry!"

"It’s over, Chen Chuan is dead! Offending the Successor—his crime deserves death!"

The crowd discussed fervently, all believing that Chen Chuan’s offensive behavior had enraged this cold Successor to the point of making her cry.