Chapter 1103 – Meeting on the Path and Exchanging Hatred Through the Eyes1 (1/2)

Chapter 1103 – Meeting on the Path and Exchanging Hatred Through the Eyes1

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

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Chen Changsheng's breathing became extremely steady, the interval between each one extremely long but not completely vanishing. It seemed very natural.

…Just like a fish swimming amongst the rocks in the stream, moving in a way that would attract no one's notice.

He was even in the mood to glance at the sky outside the temple.

The sky was blue and tinged with a few wispy clouds. It was beautiful.

A black dot could be seen on the edge of the cloud layer, probably the demon vultures responsible for keeping watch.

Following his orders, the countless monsters were hiding in the sea of grass and did not approach the White Grass Path.

He knew that his master was powerful and frightening. Even if the monster assault could buy him some time and a few advantages, the monsters would have to pay a massive price, perhaps dyeing the entire sea of grass red. Moreover, just like he had said to the people in the Mausoleum of Books, since this was a matter between master and disciple, it should be resolved by the two of them. There was no need to drag in the entire world.

Shang Xingzhou had agreed to his request and taken back all the things he had granted him.

He had even directly said that his talent was worse than Chen Changsheng's, so he had added ten years.

He was very frank and calm.

Only by competing in terms of capability could this match between master and disciple be considered truly fair.

But there were some things that Chen Changsheng could not understand.

He had a stainless constitution, had perfectly undergone Purification and Ethereal Opening, and he had even connected all one hundred and eight Qi openings during Star Condensation. If he was only missing out on the tempering that came through time, lacking the resources and experience of fighting experts, why was the gap between him and his master still so vast?

It had nothing to do with modesty, self-confidence, or sentimentality.

In terms of wisdom and logic, he found it impossible to accept this fact.

Shang Xingzhou's palm techniques were very profound, but what about that strength?

Just what was this strength that was beneath the Divine Domain but seemed able to break through the upper limit of the laws?

Chen Changsheng looked at the sky outside the temple and thought about these questions.

The sun slowly circling around the Plains of the Unsetting Sun appeared in that part of the sky, forcing its way into his field of vision.

This red sun was not blinding and it gave off no real heat.

The sun of the Garden of Zhou was fake.

In the world outside, however, there was a real sun.

That sun gave off unimaginable heat, exuding a limitless and infinite light.

Chen Changsheng suddenly understood.

Shang Xingzhou cultivated tens of thousands of Daoist techniques, but the foundation of his true essence was not the traditional Orthodoxy technique of star radiance. It was the Blazing Sun Style!

But couldn't only the Chen Imperial clan cultivate that technique?

Suddenly, the black hair at Chen Changsheng's temple began to curl.

The surrounding temperature began to rapidly rise, the incense table producing faint blue sparks.

It was like an actual sun had appeared in this run-down temple!

Without hesitation, Chen Changsheng sent his left hand striking out behind him while his feet pressed against the remnants of the idol, allowing him to ram through the back wall of the temple.

With a bang, he transformed into a blur, vanishing into the sea of grass lining the White Grass Path.

The old temple began to blaze.

Shang Xingzhou walked out of the sea of fire, looking in the direction Chen Changsheng had vanished. He had a pensive expression.

Just now, he had given Chen Changsheng another palm strike.

The circumstances were completely different from the last two times.

He had not been able to gain too much of an advantage.

This fact made his mood rather strange: nervous with a slight tinge of concern.

The old temple in the sea of fire crackled.

Clear collisions seemed to still be ringing out in the air…

Like naughty children playing games with stone pearls.

……

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Keys clattered against each other.

Eunuch Lin closed the door and turned to face the emperor. A helpless and nervous expression was on his face.

Yuren leaned on his walking stick as he pulled apart the ivy and came to the Hundred Herb Garden.

This was his first time leaving the Imperial Palace in the last three years.

Someone was already in the Hundred Herb Garden.