Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6629 A Pity

“Zhi Zhi, I’ll leave this person to you,” Long Chen said. “Extract everything he knows.”

He handed Luo Xi over to Zhi Zhi.

After the battle on the heaven region’s battlefield, Zhi Zhi had grown far stronger. It had also awakened several new divine abilities.

Going through a person’s memories was now a small matter for it. There was no longer a need to be so violent with it either.

“Lord Long Chen, what happened to Luo Xi? Should we report this to the race leader?” someone asked hesitantly.

The race leader he referred to was Long Chen’s mother, Luo Ningshuang.

Long Chen patted that man’s shoulder. “It’s enough for just you to know. Don’t tell anyone else. I will go to see my mother now.”

That man was overwhelmed by the casual gesture and nodded fervently. “Lord Long Chen, I swear I’ll do as you say!”

He was sharp enough to grasp that something sensitive was involved and knew better than to pry.

Long Chen didn’t want anyone to inform his mother because he wanted to give her a nice surprise. That was why he had changed his appearance.

The Heavenly Maple Valley had shed its desolate appearance. There were people all around. New paths crisscrossed the land, buildings rose in clusters, and children’s laughter echoed through the air. Occasionally, a sharp scolding voice rang out.

Construction was still ongoing. Some children played too close to the work sites and occasionally earned a spanking when they caused trouble.

As far as the eye could see, Heavenly Maple Valley was being shaped into something vibrant and alive.

“Aiya!”

Just then, a little kid ran out of a building and landed face first in the dirt. There was a clear footprint on his buttocks. Clearly, someone had kicked him out.

The boy looked no more than six or seven. After scrambling to his feet, he shouted, “You dare to kick my butt?! You’re finished now! Let me tell you, when I grow up, I’ll be just like Big Brother Long Chen! Then I’ll do whatever I want! I’ll kick your butt until you howl!”

“Ah, how frightening. Alright, I’m scared. Come here—I’ll apologize,” said a man from inside the building.

That child was instantly reinvigorated and ran over. Then, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited for that man to apologize.

The moment he got close, he was grabbed and smacked with a shoe.

“You little brat, you dare to say such a thing to me?!”

The child’s cries for mercy rang out as Long Chen passed.

Behind Long Chen, Xue Ying held back her laughter. They were clearly a father and a son.

But then a faint sadness flickered through her eyes. No one knew what kind of memories this scene had stirred.

Countless members of the violet blood race were working hard, looking grateful for this new start after being abandoned by Sovereign Mountain.

Long Zhantian and Luo Ningshuang had given them a new home.

Having lived through the passing of eras and personally witnessed countless races and factions fall, no one understood better than them just how precious a stable home was.

Every single person was hard at work. Seeing that, Xue Ying couldn’t help but sigh.

“Such a life... it’s enviable. I wish my people could live so freely as well.”

However, Xue Ying knew she couldn’t create such a world yet. She couldn’t even protect herself.

“You’re right,” Long Chen said quietly. “Even so, there are still people who choose to be traitors. In this world, there are those who can comprehend the workings of the heavens, but none who truly understand the human heart.”

Long Chen shook his head.

He and Xue Ying passed through the busy streets until they reached a quieter region—a wasteland where not a single blade of grass grew.

Still, signs of life were starting to emerge.

The vitality of Heavenly Maple Valley was awakening, though returning it to its former peak would take a very long time.

Continuing onward, they saw an immense withered tree. Its massive trunk stood alone in the barren land, radiating loneliness and sorrow.

There were large formations beneath this immense tree, each with a large cultivation ground inside.

The disciples of the violet blood race were cultivating there, and they were divided according to their realms.

Long Chen quickly found the cultivation ground for Sovereign Lord disciples. That was because the fluctuations and shouts coming from this area were particularly intense. Even the barrier couldn’t block them all.

Violet light flew about within the barrier. Hundreds of thousands of disciples stood in formation, forming hand seals as violet blood runes swirled around them.

All of them were pale and shaking, looking to be on the verge of collapse.

A woman holding a thin stick in her hand was inspecting them as she walked amidst their ranks.

Suddenly, the stick snapped out.

One disciple convulsed violently, but clenched his teeth and endured.

“Focus!” Luo Ningshuang’s voice rang out. “At this moment, you are fighting with your wills! Cultivation is never going to be easy. Since you chose to set foot on this path, you must commit to it! If you want to live with dignity, you need power. With power, you feast. Without it, you’re served on the platter. In this world, the weak are prey to the strong.”

She paused, and her voice softened slightly.

“All you can do is work as hard as you can so you don’t end up as part of the meal. This is something I never had the chance to personally teach my own son, so I’m treating you all as my sons and daughters. You should be grateful that I’m passing on everything I’ve learned to you.”

Then, her expression hardened again.

“You were the ones who swore to work hard to receive my legacy. I will not permit anyone to give up now! Keep going!”

Luo Ningshuang continued her inspection, her gaze not missing the smallest detail. These disciples were all tottering but continuing to hold on.

Seeing how strict his mother was, Long Chen shivered. His mother really was frightening when she was serious. Back then, Long Zhantian had taught Long Chen strictly as well. But compared to Luo Ningshuang now, his father had been far more merciful.

“It’s not a pity. It’s not a pity at all,” Long Chen muttered.

In just a bit, dozens of disciples were struck by her stick.

Each strike was always precise. The stick was a special tool. When infused with violet blood energy, it inflicted sharp pain upon both body and soul, just enough to keep the exhausted cultivators clear-minded.

Just then, a giant hourglass chimed. The disciples instantly collapsed, as if their strength had been drained all at once.

Luo Ningshuang also sighed. Although her expression was strict, she looked quite gratified. She was pleased with everyone’s progress.

All of a sudden, Luo Ningshuang noticed Long Chen.

A smile bloomed on her face, only to retract just as quickly.

“You unfilial child, get over here!”