Chapter 212 What Right Does He Have?

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For a moment, the condemnation and gloating toward Chen Chuan intensified.

However, what happened in the next moment caused all voices to come to a screeching halt, froze everyone’s expressions, and plunged the entire plaza into an unprecedented deathly silence.

The icy Aura around Ji Siyu that had not yet fully subsided suddenly surged.

She no longer suppressed herself or lingered. Her figure turned into a white streak of light, and under the horrified gazes of everyone, she lunged straight toward Chen Chuan.

"She’s going to attack!"

"Chen Chuan is finished!"

These were the thoughts that flashed through the minds of the vast majority of people.

They all thought Ji Siyu was completely enraged by Chen Chuan’s wishful thinking and was going to personally teach this fellow who didn’t know the heights of the heavens a lesson.

Even Mu Qingyu sat up slightly straighter, her brow furrowed, ready to intervene at any moment to prevent her Disciple from accidentally killing this Alchemy Genius in her rage.

But the expected scene of Chen Chuan being frozen or sent flying did not occur.

That white streak of light, carrying a sense of resolve and inexpressible urgency, slowed down abruptly as it approached Chen Chuan.

Then, under countless stunned gazes, she crashed headlong into Chen Chuan’s embrace.

It wasn’t an attack; it was a surrender of herself into his arms!

Ji Siyu reached out her arms and hugged Chen Chuan’s waist tightly and forcefully, as if using all her strength to press herself into his body.

She buried her face deep in the crook of his neck, her delicate body trembling slightly from excitement and crying.

"Wuwu... Chen Chuan... is it really you... is it really you?" Her voice was thick with tears, broken and filled with disbelief and immense joy: "I... I thought you were dead... I watched you... I was so scared... I missed you so much..."

She spoke incoherently, and her tears quickly soaked the clothes on Chen Chuan’s shoulder.

Those cold tears now carried a boiling temperature, scalding Chen Chuan’s skin and touching the softest part of his heart.

"I’m not dreaming, am I? Please don’t leave me again, don’t leave me alone ever again."

She hugged him even tighter, as if afraid that if she let go, the person before her would disappear like a bubble.

Silence!

In the plaza, one could hear a needle drop.

Everyone seemed to have been hit by a freezing spell, their mouths wide open and their eyes bulging like bronze bells.

The expressions on everyone’s faces switched instantly from mockery, disdain, and gloating to extreme shock, bewilderment, and disbelief.

The sword in Jian Chen’s hand almost fell to the ground, and his mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg.

He looked at the two people embracing, then at Mu Qing nearby, only to find that Elder Mu Qing was equally dumbfounded, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

The cold sneer on Cang Man’s face froze completely, transforming into unbelievable shock, followed by a fiercely burning rage and a feeling of being deeply humiliated.

He lost, and he accepted it!

But why?

Why would such a woman throw herself into the arms of a Spirit Transformation Realm good-for-nothing?

On the high platform, a light flashed in Mu Qingyu’s eyes. Even with her vast experience and steady Mental State, she couldn’t help but show a look of extreme surprise at this moment.

She looked at the two people tightly embracing below and instantly understood that the relationship between her Disciple and this young man named Chen Chuan was anything but ordinary.

They had known each other long ago, and their feelings for each other were profound!

In the crowd, Su Mengxi watched the two of them embracing, seeing Ji Siyu drop all her defenses in Chen Chuan’s arms and cry like a child.

She felt as if her heart was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, causing waves of throbbing pain.

Her face turned slightly pale, her eyes dimmed, and her heart felt empty, as if she had lost something very important.

It turned out his wife was such a dazzling and brilliant favored daughter of heaven.

No wonder he had rejected her back then.

After the brief deathly silence came an uproar like a volcanic eruption!

"Did I see that right? She lunged into Chen Chuan’s arms and cried?"

"She’s even hugging him so tightly. Why on earth?"

"They know each other! They definitely knew each other long ago!"

"It’s more than just knowing each other! Look at them—they are clearly Dao Companions!"

"Heavens! Earth! My goddess! My heart is broken!"

"Why Chen Chuan? What right does he have? What virtue or ability does a Spirit Transformation Realm fellow have?"

"It’s over, my dream is shattered."

Countless male Disciples beat their chests and stomped their feet, letting out heart-wrenching wails.

The Successor, who was as cold as an immortal and unattainable in their hearts, already belonged to someone else.

And the object of her affection was a pretty boy with low cultivation.

This massive contrast was something they could not accept.

In the field, Chen Chuan could clearly feel the trembling of the delicate body in his arms and the surging emotions.

His heart softened, and he raised his hand, gently patting Ji Siyu’s back over and over.

Then he gently cupped her face, carefully wiping away the tears that kept flowing from the corners of her eyes with his thumb.

"Silly girl, stop crying," his voice was so gentle it could practically drip water. "So many people are watching. You are the Successor of the Taiyi Holy Land; you have to mind your image. You’ll embarrass yourself if you cry like a messy little kitten."

Ji Siyu shook her head vigorously and, with a nasal tone, muttered willfully and dependently:

"I don’t care what they think. I just want to hold you and never let go again. I don’t want any image; I only want you."

Feeling her undisguised, intense love and dependence, Chen Chuan’s heart was completely filled.

This silly woman could easily discard her pride and coldness for him.

He smiled helplessly and dotingly, whispering:

"Alright, alright, I’ll hold you. But isn’t it a bit too conspicuous for us, a husband and wife, to be showing affection here?"

"Don’t you feel the gazes full of Killing Intent all around us?"

"I feel like if looks could kill, your husband would have already been sliced into a thousand pieces and died hundreds of times over."

His slightly teasing words finally made Ji Siyu smile through her tears.

She raised her tear-blurred beautiful eyes and gave Chen Chuan an alluringly playful glare.

The charm she revealed in that moment, mixed with her lingering tears, was breathtakingly beautiful, making many male Disciples who were secretly watching gulp and skip a few heartbeats.

"Hmph, let them try!"

Ji Siyu huffed, but her emotions finally calmed down a bit.

She tightly hugged Chen Chuan’s arm again, as if staking her claim.

Then, without waiting for Chen Chuan to say anything else, her Spiritual Power surged, wrapping around the two of them. Under countless complex gazes, they turned into a streak of light and flew straight toward the direction of her own Cave Dwelling.

She left behind the sound of hearts breaking all over the plaza, along with shock and discussion that would not dissipate for a long time.

"They just left like that?"

"My goddess..."

"This fellow Chen Chuan really hit the jackpot!"

"From now on, who in the Taiyi Holy Land would dare to provoke him? He’s latched onto the most powerful backer!"

"Pretty boy! He’s definitely a pretty boy!"

Envy, jealousy, hate... various emotions intertwined and filled the air above the plaza.

Today’s contest for the Successor position had finally come to an end with a conclusion no one could have predicted.

And the name Chen Chuan was destined to be engraved in the hearts of all Taiyi Holy Land Disciples in an extremely special way.