Chapter 129: Mission

Returning to his residence, Wang Lan and Yang Shu’s excited moods were still hard to calm.

Looking at Chen Chuan, who was composed and calm as if he had just casually swatted away two flies, the two felt as if they were in a dream.

"Chen... Junior Brother Chen, you... are you really at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm?"

Wang Lan still found it hard to believe, his voice trembling slightly.

Although he witnessed it firsthand, this matter was too incredible.

Chen Chuan smiled, but instead of answering directly, he asked back, "Are your injuries, Senior Brothers, alright?"

"Fine, fine, just superficial wounds. Seeing the miserable state of Zhao Hengjiang and Wang Xuanbing, most of our injuries are already healed."

Yang Shu quickly waved his hands, a look of delight beaming on his face.

But his smile was immediately tinged with worry:

"Junior Brother Chen, you have offended the Qingtian Alliance to death today."

"Zhao Hengjiang is nothing to fear, but his older brother Zhao Ritian is the true number one in the Outer Sect, a powerhouse at the Ninth Level Peak of the Great Power Realm, rumored to have one foot already across the threshold into the Inner Sect."

"He absolutely will not let this go."

Wang Lan also retracted his smile and nodded gravely, "Yes, Junior Brother Chen, what are your plans next? The Qingtian Alliance has immense power and can almost cover the sky with one hand in the Outer Sect."

Facing the genuine concern of the two Senior Brothers, Chen Chuan merely shrugged indifferently.

He picked up the coarse pottery teapot from the table, poured himself a cup of water, and said plainly:

"Plans? Nothing special. I plan to go to the Mission Hall to accept a mission and leave the Holy Land for a while to earn some contribution points."

"Accept a mission? Now?" Yang Shu was stunned, "Junior Brother Chen, if you leave the Holy Land now, won’t it be even more dangerous? People from the Qingtian Alliance might be waiting outside..."

Chen Chuan interrupted him, his eyes holding an almost indifferent confidence:

"If they want to come, let them come. As for whether they can stop me, that depends on their ability."

Seeing Chen Chuan’s fearless demeanor, completely unconcerned even with the notoriously fierce Qingtian Alliance and Zhao Ritian.

Wang Lan and Yang Shu simultaneously had the same thought: this Junior Brother Chen must have an astonishingly deep background.

If he didn’t have powerful backing, who would dare to be so unscrupulous?

Chen Chuan only possessed the cultivation of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm.

But compared to Zhao Ritian, who was at the Ninth Level Peak of the Great Power Realm, the gap was like that between clouds and mud.

Chen Chuan dared to be so arrogant, he must have something to rely on.

The two exchanged glances, seeing the same speculation in each other’s eyes.

They were very curious, what kind of identity did Chen Chuan’s backer in the Primordial Holy Land hold?

Was it some immensely powerful Inner Sect Elder?

Or an even more mysterious background?

However, both were discerning individuals and knew that some things were better left unasked.

If Chen Chuan was willing to tell them, he naturally would.

Since he didn’t speak, they wouldn’t press for details.

At this moment, their hearts held not only gratitude towards Chen Chuan but also a deeper sense of awe.

"Since Junior Brother Chen has made up his mind, we won’t persuade you further," Wang Lan cupped his hands, "Be careful in everything."

...The next morning, as the sun rose, Chen Chuan arrived alone at the Outer Sect Mission Hall.

The Mission Hall was bustling with noise, and various tasks scrolled across a massive jade tablet.

From gathering medicinal herbs and hunting low-level Demon Beasts, to escorting merchant caravans, eliminating bandit threats, and even dangerous missions involving exploring mysterious incidents or pursuing traitors—everything was available.

Disciples shuttled between the displays, searching for suitable missions, the noisy sounds mixed with haggling and mission handovers.

Chen Chuan’s gaze swept over the jade tablet, directly skipping the low-level missions with meager contribution points.

His attention finally fixed on a bounty mission:

[Annihilate the Black Wolf Group]

Mission Requirement: Kill the leader of the Black Wolf Group, Black Feather.

Target Information: Black Feather, cultivation at the Half-Step Great Power Realm Ninth Level Peak, vicious nature, skilled in wielding a Ghost Head Saber.

The Black Wolf Group is active in the Black Wind Mountain Range area northwest of the Holy Land, robbing and committing all sorts of evil deeds.

Mission Reward: One hundred contribution points.

Note: This mission has an extremely high danger coefficient; it is recommended that Disciples at the Half-Step Great Power Realm accept it as a team.

"One hundred contribution points..." Chen Chuan calculated internally.

According to the rules of the Holy Land, one hundred contribution points could be exchanged for one hundred catties of low-grade Origin Stones in the Outer Sect.

And one hundred catties of low-grade Origin Stones were equivalent to about one hundred million gold tickets.

For the current Chen Chuan, one hundred million gold tickets seemed like a drop in the bucket.

But little by little adds up; he still needed to proceed slowly.

Chen Chuan walked straight to the mission acceptance counter and said to the presiding Elder, "Elder, I accept the mission to annihilate the Black Wolf Group."

The Elder in charge of registration was an old man with white hair.

He looked up upon hearing this, took Chen Chuan’s identity Token, scanned it with his Divine Sense, and immediately frowned:

"Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm?"

He suspected he had misread it, so he reconfirmed the Token information; indeed, it was the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm.

The Elder looked up, gazing at Chen Chuan with the look one reserves for an idiot:

"Kid, did you read the mission description clearly? Black Feather is at the Half-Step Great Power Ninth Level Peak. Are you, a Transcendence Realm Cultivator, going to your death?"

Chen Chuan’s expression remained unchanged, and he replied calmly, "I read it clearly. I accept."

His voice was not loud, but in the noisy Mission Hall, it clearly reached the ears of many nearby Disciples.

The surroundings immediately quieted down, followed by an outburst of various doubts and mockery.

"What? Did I hear that wrong? A Transcendence Realm Cultivator is taking on the Black Wolf Group mission?"

"Hahaha, that kills me! Which mountain did this reckless youth crawl out from? Who does he think he is?"

"Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm? That’s not bad for the Outer Sect, but he wants to kill Black Feather, a Half-Step Great Power? He must be blinded by contribution points!"

"Blindly arrogant, truly doesn’t know the meaning of death! That group of desperados from the Black Wolf Group has killed more than one or two Holy Land Disciples."

"I think he’s tired of living and wants to deliver some achievements to the Black Wolf Group."

Just then, someone recognized Chen Chuan.

"Huh? Isn’t he that Chen Chuan who knocked Senior Brother Wang Xuanbing down with two punches at the Martial Arts Arena yesterday and even snatched his storage ring?"

"What? It’s him!"

"No wonder he’s so arrogant, he even dares to touch people from the Qingtian Alliance."

"So it’s him, he does have some skill, able to crush Wang Xuanbing at the same cultivation level. But the difference between the Transcendence Realm and the Half-Step Great Power is fundamental."

"He offended the Qingtian Alliance and still dares to take such a dangerous mission to run out, I think he wants to use this chance to hide from the trouble, right?"

"Hide? Where can he hide? Will Senior Brother Zhao Ritian let him off?"

"Even if he miraculously survives the Black Wolf Group, he will have to face the thunderous wrath of the Qingtian Alliance upon his return."

"Tsk tsk, what a pity. He was a Genius, but he doesn’t know how to endure. He’s going to have a tough time in the Outer Sect from now on."

The surrounding discussions and ridicule washed over him like a tide, but Chen Chuan seemed not to hear any of it.

His gaze remained calm as he looked at the Mission Elder: "Elder, please register this for me."

Seeing that he was utterly unmoved, the Elder shook his head, muttering while processing the paperwork:

"Young people these days, truly... Forget it, if you seek death, I cannot stop you."

"The mission deadline is one month. If you fail or... die, the mission automatically becomes void."

After registering, Chen Chuan took back his identity Token but did not leave.

Instead, he accepted three other relatively simple missions, all located near the Black Wind Mountain Range.

He planned to complete them along the way to earn more contribution points and resources.

Under the gloating gazes of the crowd, Chen Chuan turned expressionlessly and left the Mission Hall.

In everyone’s eyes, his retreating figure seemed already shrouded in a shadow of death.

Almost everyone was certain that his trip would end badly, likely resulting in him being buried in the Black Wind Mountain Range.

Shortly after Chen Chuan left, Wang Lan and Yang Shu also arrived at the Mission Hall.

The two cautiously avoided the crowd and accepted two simple missions to collect medicinal herbs. The rewards were not high, but they were safe, and they required leaving the Holy Land.

"Junior Brother Chen has already left; we cannot stay behind either," Wang Lan whispered. "If Senior Brother Zhao Hengjiang can’t find Chen Chuan, he will definitely take it out on us."

Yang Shu sighed: "Let’s hope we can avoid the brunt of this storm. I just hope Junior Brother Chen is blessed with good fortune."

After accepting the missions, Wang Lan and Yang Shu also hurriedly left the Mission Hall, preparing to go out and lie low temporarily.

Almost immediately after Wang Lan and Yang Shu left, a commotion erupted outside the Mission Hall.

Zhao Hengjiang, whose face still bore purple bruises and whose expression was venomous, stormed in fiercely, accompanied by a young Disciple whose aura was clearly much stronger, having reached the Third Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

"Where is Chen Chuan? Get him out here for me!"

Zhao Hengjiang scanned the surroundings and barked fiercely, drawing the attention of everyone present.

The Half-Step Great Power Disciple beside him had chilling eyes, sweeping over the crowd like blades, carrying an oppressive feeling.

However, after searching around, they did not find Chen Chuan’s figure.

"Senior Brother Zhao, Senior Brother Wang, that brat Chen Chuan doesn’t seem to be here," a lackey whispered as he approached.

"Not here?" Zhao Hengjiang frowned.

At that moment, another lackey ran over in a hurry to report:

"Senior Brother Zhao, we found out! That brat Chen Chuan came early this morning to accept a mission and has already left the Holy Land."

"And those two good-for-nothings, Wang Lan and Yang Shu, also accepted missions and ran off."

Ran off?

Zhao Hengjiang was stunned for a moment, then a ferocious smile spread across his face:

"Hahaha! That brat must have heard that I invited Senior Brother Lin and got scared, so he quickly accepted a mission and ran away like a stray dog."

The Lin-surnamed youth beside him, that Disciple at the Third Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, snorted coldly: "He knows his place, realizing he’d suffer if he stayed. But does he think he’s safe just because he ran away?"

Zhao Hengjiang gritted his teeth:

"He can dodge the first day, but not the fifteenth!"

"Unless he defects from the Holy Land, as long as he dares to come back, I will make sure he wishes for death but cannot have it."

His venomous voice made many Disciples feel a chill in their hearts.

Everyone understood that the feud between Chen Chuan and the Qingtian Alliance was completely settled, a fight to the death.

At the same time, Chen Chuan had already left the Taiyi Holy Land.

Following the clues provided by the mission information, he was speeding towards the direction of the Black Wind Mountain Range.

He was unaware of the subsequent events in the Mission Hall, and even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.

The threats from people like Zhao Hengjiang could not stir even a ripple in his heart.

His target was clear: the Black Wolf Group, Black Feather.

Half-Step Great Power Realm Ninth Level Peak?

He wasn’t afraid, as he still had enough gold tickets to raise his cultivation to the Half-Step Great Power Realm level.

He feared no one among opponents of the same rank.

In the wind, the figure of the young man in the blue shirt gradually moved farther away, his steps firm and composed as he walked towards the perilous mountain range.