Chapter 544 - Death Trap (2/2)

“Ran Ran said she met an old friend and had to accompany him,” Zhang Yumeng replied mechanically.

Yang Chao furrowed his brows and complained, “What kind of friend is more important than the Cla.s.s Reunion? Is it Xu Rongfei?”

“No, it’s… Chen Fan.” Zhang Yumeng nearly lost her voice as she spoke the name.

Chen Fan’s name cast a spell over the room and made it pin-drop quiet. Yichen, Ji Xingyu, Si Yinxia and Yang Chao were all shaken to the core.

“Who?” Yang Chao asked incredulously.

“Chen Fan.” Zhang Yumeng repeated.

The answer was followed by a long silence.

Most people in the room knew more or less about Chen Fan.

He was the famed Master Chen of Jiang Bei, Major General of Cang Dragon, the family head of the Chen Family; each t.i.tle more prominent than the other. He returned to Jiang Nan Province a year and a half before and killed countless men and women in Jin City. Even now, his name would evoke fear in the hearts of many people.

“I thought he had disappeared. Why did he show up now?”

Yang Chao’s smile curdled on his face.

“Are you sure? We haven’t seen Chen Fan for years.” Ji Xingyu asked.

“Maybe Jiang Churan was pulling your leg,” Mo Hill chimed in.

“Ah! Chen Fan? I think I saw him this morning at school,” Han Ming exclaimed.

A pin drop silence suddenly fell over the room.

Everyone’s hearts were caught in their throats; no one dared to make a comment.

Even Ji Xingyu kept his lips tightly sealed.

Did the Butcher of Jiang Bei return Chu Zhou City? Worse, he was right next to Jiang Churan right now?

“I think I get it! Chen Fan went to Jin City University, so that was why Ran Ran went there as well,” Zhang Yumeng said quietly.

Li Yichen’s face was impa.s.sive, but his fingers clenched so tight that he snapped a pair of chopsticks.

“Is he some kind of bid deal?” Lin Lulu asked.

“He is a legend,” Yang Chao shook his head and said with a grimace, “He is not an ordinary person like you and me. Compared to him, we are insects. We wouldn’t be able to match his ability in a thousand years.”

“What?”

Both Han Ming and Lin Lulu looked at one another in confusion.

“Who would have thought that Senior Chen was such a bada.s.s?” Lin Lulu thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan and Jiang Churan were chatting at the peak of Yun Wu Mountain.

Jiang Churan tucked the loose hair behind her ears, trying to mask her embarra.s.sment.

Jiang Churan fixed her eyes on Chen Fan and said, “Of course I’m interested in you. You are the most special one out of all the cla.s.smates. I am still surprised that it was really you in Myanmar. Governments around the world had caught on and started to delete those videos everywhere. However, that couldn’t stop the flow of information. A group of people have even formed a cult around you, called G.o.d Wors.h.i.+ping Cult. I am also a member.”

“I am not a G.o.d nor a Sage. Not yet.”

Chen Fan shrugged.

He walked over to a lounge couch, and produced some tea making equipment seemingly out of nowhere.

“How did you do that? Some kind of magic trick?” Jiang Churan flung back at Chen Fan.

“Yeah, sure,” Chen Fan replied, then he suddenly changed the topic, “It seems that you have been paying attention to me for a while, what else do you know about me?”

“I also know that you go by the name Chen Beixuan and that you are a member of the Chen Family of Jin City. You ranked number one on the Heaven roll and have a Major General rank at the Cang Dragon. And something about you and the Divine Roll,” Jiang Churan said.

Then she asked, “What is the Divine Roll anyways? I couldn’t find it anywhere.”

“It’s a list made by the Americans. The Grand Magus G.o.d from Myanmar ranked number fifteen. You must think that I am G.o.dly powerful because I am on the Divine Roll,” Chen Fan answered.

“Really?”

Jiang Churan rounded her eyes in surprise. “What is your rank on the Divine Roll? If you can defeat someone ranked fifteen, you must be on the top five.”

“Maybe.”

Chen Fan cracked a smile and looked into the distance.

Jiang Churan looked into the same direction and only saw a thick mist that shrouded the mountain. “What are you looking at? By the way, where is that Mist Dragon? I haven’t seen it ever since you left.”

“Jiang Churan, go home right now, as far away from the Yun Wu Mountain as possible,” Chen Fan rose to his feet and said in a heavy voice.

“What?”

Even as Jiang Churan tried to wrap her mind around the sudden end of their conversation, she heard a loud voice coming down from the mist.

“Pray to the Amitābha Buddha. Miss, you might as well wait a few minutes as I talk to Patron Chen. It won’t take long.”

Jiang Churan watched in shock as seven figures emerged from the cloud.

Those seven men and women all possessed powerful physiques and floated in the air like G.o.ds. The overbearing energy rippling about them were telltale signs that they had all reached the peak of the Immortal State.

“They are Dharma-rāja Sakya, Yao Daoyi, Watanabe, and…”

Chen Fan scanned the group and rested his surprised gaze on one of them.

“Li Changsheng?”