sinovels Chapter 661 The eunuch is gone? Get out here!
Chapter 661 The eunuch is gone? Get out here!
Wang Zhenyue grew angrier the more he pursued.
He nearly cornered Chen Fan several times, but each time Chen Fan escaped at the last moment using unbelievable methods.
Sometimes, a cicada would suddenly pounce from the shadows and bite his protective aura.
Sometimes, Chen Fan would burn his life essence to break through the encirclement at a speed far exceeding his own limits. This eunuch was like a slippery eel; every time you thought you had him in your grasp, he would always slip through your fingers.
On the fourth day at dusk, Chen Fan was forced to stand in front of a cliff.
Below the cliff was a dry riverbed, littered with pebbles, with steep earthen walls on both sides. He had nowhere to retreat.
Wang Zhenyue and the two masked cultivators blocked all exits, one in front and one behind.
Wang Zhenyue's body was surrounded by surging flames and spiritual energy, which had been exhausted by the three-day pursuit.
He wasn't going to delay any longer!
"Run, why aren't you running anymore?" Wang Zhenyue said coldly, his fiery avatar, tens of feet tall, appearing behind him, turning the entire cliff crimson. "I told you, you couldn't escape. After three days of pursuit, you've exhausted all your trump cards. Let's see what you can use to block this palm strike."
The fiery avatar unleashed both palms simultaneously, this time with a power far more terrifying than any of its previous strikes.
Crimson flames descended like heavenly fire, engulfing the entire cliff face. The rocks on the cliff began to melt under the intense heat, the dried-up riverbed cracked, the air distorted and warped, and even breathing became painful.
Chen Fan stood on the edge of the cliff, and the calmness on his face finally faded a bit.
He had indeed reached the point of exhaustion.
We have exhausted all available means and explored all possible paths.
But he also has a golden bowl.
Just as the giant fiery hand was about to strike, Chen Fan's figure suddenly vanished.
It didn't flee, it didn't hide, but vanished into thin air, like a drop of water evaporating under the scorching sun, leaving no trace or hint.
The giant fiery palm slammed down on the cliff, shattering the entire cliff into pieces.
Gravel flew everywhere, and a huge crater dozens of meters deep was blasted out of the riverbed, with the charred earth and rocks emitting blue smoke under the high temperature.
However, Chen Fan's body was not found in the pit.
Wang Zhenyue's smile froze on his face.
He then used his divine sense to repeatedly scan every inch of land, every piece of stone, and every withered blade of grass within a radius of several hundred feet, but he still could not sense any aura of Chen Fan.
The eunuch vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air.
"That's impossible." Wang Zhenyue's face was so dark it looked like it was about to drip water.
He had lived for over a thousand years and had seen countless methods of concealment, but none of them could make him disappear silently under the lock-on of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense.
This was beyond his comprehension.
The masked cultivator in the black robe scanned the surroundings with his divine sense and shook his head: "There are no traces of spatial fluctuations, so it's not teleportation. There are also no remnants of a soul, so it's not a self-destruction. This person either completely evaporated or used some method that we cannot understand."
Wang Zhenyue remained silent for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Search. Within a thousand miles, leave no inch unsearched. We must find them alive or dead."
Over the next three days, Wang Zhenyue and the two masked cultivators turned the area within a thousand miles of the cliff upside down.
They searched every ravine, every patch of dead wood, every mound, and even probed dozens of feet underground with their divine sense, but they still couldn't find any trace of Chen Fan.
On the morning of the seventh day, Wang Zhenyue stood atop the ruins of the cliff he had shattered with a single palm strike, his face ashen. He had spent seven whole days on this grassland, yet he hadn't even caught a glimpse of Chen Fan.
There's no point in waiting any longer!
After all, Qin's troops could search for them at any time, and this place was too close to the border of Zhao, so it was not advisable to stay for long.
"Chen Fan." Wang Zhenyue gazed at the vast grassland before him, his voice as cold as ice. "No matter what methods you used to hide, you can't hide forever. As long as you remain on Tiannan Star, the Wang family will find you sooner or later. When that time comes, I will make you wish you were dead."
After saying this, he didn't linger and transformed into a streak of crimson light, disappearing into the sky.
Two masked cultivators followed closely behind, and the three streaks of light quickly disappeared into the horizon.
Shortly after Wang Zhenyue left, a wind rose over the grassland.
The night wind howled from the north, swirling the scorched earth from the cliff ruins into a flurry of dust.
In the cracks between the rocks amidst the billowing dust, a speck of golden dust, the size of a wasp, lay there quietly...
……
Inside the Golden Bowl space.
Chen Fan has been here for a full month.
Thirty days in the bowl, but only three days in the outside world.
When he hid in the golden bowl from the cliff, he fainted almost the instant he landed.
His immortal and demonic energies were completely depleted, his meridians were on the verge of bursting, the wound on his left arm had festered and turned black, and there was not a single part of his body that was intact.
The cicada barely managed to crawl out of his sleeve, using its last strength to emit faint buzzing sounds in an attempt to wake its master, but to no avail.
It was Eunuch Wei who carried him back to the small courtyard and placed him on a futon in the quiet room.
This usually sarcastic old eunuch, upon seeing Chen Fan's miserable state, surprisingly refrained from uttering a single harsh word. He silently fetched spiritual spring water to clean Chen Fan's wounds, and then took out the best healing pills from the storeroom, stuffing them one by one into Chen Fan's mouth.
Black King lay at the door of the quiet room, staring longingly at Chen Fan, who was unconscious on the futon, and made low whimpering sounds.
Xiao Die and Shi San also couldn't eat or sleep, and stayed outside the door all day.
It wasn't until the fifth day that Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.
Wei Gonggong was dozing off to the side when he heard the noise and suddenly looked up.
The two men stared at each other for a moment. A complex expression appeared on Eunuch Wei's gaunt face. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only snorted: "Oh, Eunuch Chen is still alive. I thought you were really done for this time."
Chen Fan did not reply, but instead struggled to sit up, sat cross-legged on the futon, and began to examine his internal body.
Seeing this, Eunuch Wei said nothing more, but silently got up and gently closed the door of the quiet room.
Upon inspection, Chen Fan discovered that there were no fewer than dozens of hidden injuries in his meridians, the spiritual energy nascent soul in his dantian was dull and lifeless, and the demonic energy core had also shrunk.
The wound on my left arm has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, leaving a crack in the arm bone. It will take at least several months to fully heal.
Only the Golden Cicada was in slightly better condition. After devouring the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Gu King and the Blood Scorpion Gu, its insect spirit power was abundant, and the cracks on its carapace had healed on their own. At this moment, it was quietly lying in his sleeve absorbing spiritual energy.
With a pale face, Chen Fan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, took out the healing pills prepared by Eunuch Wei from his storage bag, and began to heal his wounds.
The thirtieth day in the bowl.
Chen Fan's injuries have recovered to about 70-80%.
The hidden injuries in his meridians were completely healed under the nourishment of the spiritual medicine, and the fracture in his left arm had also healed, leaving only a shallow scar. The spiritual energy nascent soul in his dantian regained its radiance, and the demonic energy core also returned to its full state of nascent soul perfection.