Grandmaster Cultivation System

Jiang Li-er scratched her head and looked at Chen Chuan in a daze.    

Looking at the bustling crowd, Chen Chuan muttered, "Don't panic. I'm afraid this is the illusion in the Turbid Source Mystic Realm. Only by breaking this illusion in front of us can we leave."    

"Everyone, be careful." Chen Chuan reminded them and led them to the city.    

Chen Chuan went to the city and took a stroll around. He found that the bustling scene in the city was as usual. There was nothing wrong with it. This made him feel more and more uneasy.    

They had never walked out of the Primordius Secret Realm before. Why did they see such a bustling scene?    

"Da Da Da..." Just as Chen Chuan was thinking about it, the sound of horse hooves could be heard coming from not far away.    

"Not good! The city is going to be sealed!" The peddlers and the people who came to and fro began to shout.    

Immediately after, the people in the street market were in a mess. They hurriedly packed their things and fled in all directions.    

"Strange, what happened?" Seeing the panic in the crowd, Leng Shaoru muttered.    

Chen Chuan was frowning at the moment. He thought to himself that this city was indeed unusual.    

A group of soldiers wearing iron armor, bronze masks on their faces, and long spears at their waists rushed over from the center of the street.    

A gust of wind blew under the hooves of the horses, startling the surrounding civilians to scatter in all directions.    

Chen Chuan saw this and immediately signaled Zhao Xue and the others with his eyes. Then, they followed the crowd and hid in a corner.    

"Who are these soldiers? Why do the civilians feel like they saw a ghost when they saw them?" Jiang Li-er mumbled.    

"Shh, quickly don't discuss the masked warriors!" A low and deep voice carrying fear came over.    

Why was this voice a little strange? Chen Chuan muttered to himself in his heart. Then, he looked towards the source of the voice.    

A middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a dirty face, dressed like a beggar, stood beside them.    

"Brother, why are you following behind us?" Chen Chuan looked the beggar up and down, somewhat puzzled.    

"I was pushed by the crowd and bumped into you. Judging from your clothes, you must be foreigners."    

After saying that, the beggar stretched his neck out and looked outside. With a nervous face, he said, "It's going to be curfew soon. This is not the place to talk. Let's get out of here first."    

Chen Chuan hesitated for a moment when he saw the beggar preparing to take them away. Then he let Leng Shao Ru and the others leave the street together.    

Chen Chuan and the others were led by the beggar to a deserted temple.    

"Brother, can you tell us about the background of the group of masked warriors in the street just now?"    

Thinking about the chaos in the city, Chen Chuan had a lot of things on his mind and wanted to know everything.    

The beggar sat on the ground with a relieved look on his face.    

"The king of Zizhen City was beheaded by a group of mysterious people a few months ago. His head hung on the city wall for three days. From now on, every sunset in Zizhen City starts to have curfew. At night, the masked warriors will scour the city and the idle people will avoid them. Otherwise, they will suffer a bloody disaster."    

Who was so arrogant?! Chen Chuan secretly clenched his fists, and he wanted to find out what was going on.    

Leng Zhaoru saw Chen Chuan's eager expression and immediately went up to him and said softly, "Chen Chuan, this is the Chaos Origin Secret Realm. Perhaps it is not as simple as the little beggar said. Don't act rashly."    

Chen Chuan was startled. Could Leng Zhaoru know mind reading? How could she know what he was thinking at this moment?    

"Master, look at the sky over there." Jiang Li-er's shout sounded outside the temple.    

They walked out together and saw that the sky in the southeast direction of Ziji City was enveloped in a crimson color. From time to time, waves of thick smoke rose.    

"Hey, another family is destroyed." The beggar's face was full of grief as he sighed heavily.    

In the dead of the night, a black shadow flashed across the sky above the temple hall. Leng Zhaoru suddenly opened her eyes and chased after the black shadow.    

"Chen Chuan, you really want to go!" Although Leng Zhaoru's words were cold, she could not hide the worry in her heart.    

"Those masked warriors have done many evil things. If I don't get rid of them, more people will die." Chen Chuan turned his head.    

Although he was covered by a black cloth, his sharp eyes were especially bright in the night.    

"I'll go with you." Leng Zhaoru looked at Chen Chuan for a while and said faintly.    

Chen Chuan looked surprised.    

He thought Leng Zhaoru would come and stop him.    

"This... the situation in the palace is unclear. I don't know. ... "I'm worried about you..."    

Before Chen Chuan could finish his sentence, Leng Zhaoru interrupted him.    

"I am a dignified disciple of the High Martial Sect, how could I be afraid of a group of ordinary people?" Leng Zhaoru said with a proud face.    

After that, the two of them faced the scarlet sky. Wind whistled under their feet as they shuttled through the sky above the sub-formation city.    

Standing on top of the roof, they could see the masked warriors galloping through the empty city on their horses, breaking open the doors of a household.    

"A group of bandits." Leng Zhaoru's face was cold as she spat out a few words coldly.    

"Come, let's go to the palace. I want to see who is the subordinate of such an arrogant person." Chen Chuan suppressed the anger in his heart and then pulled Leng Zhaoru and jumped a few times, jumping like a king city.    

Although there were patrolling warriors everywhere in the king city, they did not sense any traces of Chen Chuan and Leng Zhaoru.    

The two of them successfully entered the palace.    

"Strange. Why is the palace so dark? Why is there no palace servant?"    

After entering the palace, Chen Chuan saw the desolate scene in front of him and felt even more puzzled.    

"Where is the leader of the masked warriors?" Leng Zhaoru tightened her grip on the sword in her hand. She was a little nervous.    

Just when they were looking around, a black shadow suddenly jumped down from the top of their heads.    

If Chen Chuan had not reacted fast enough and pushed Leng Zhaoru away, she was afraid that she would have been hit.    

"How could it be, you!" Chen Chuan was shocked when he saw the figure clearly.    

"Humph, Chen Chuan, today is the day you die!"    

"F * ck, why do I feel that something is wrong? So it was you who set the trap." Chen Chuan looked at the smug face of the Evergreen Sect's eldest disciple and felt a burst of anger in his heart.    

Leng Zhaoru couldn't help but feel worried when she saw Chen Chuan's attack. Although she had dodged it just now, she was still worried. But the inner energy was strong.    

"Since you have entered the Royal Palace, don't even think about getting out alive."    

After saying that, he suddenly took out a whistle and blew it.    

With the sound of the silver whistle, a rustling sound came from outside the palace.    

Then, countless black shadows rushed towards the door.    

"It's a crow." Leng Zhaoru heard the noise outside and frowned. She called out with some worry.    

"Humph, this is not an ordinary crow. You two take care of yourselves."    

Chen Chuan, on the other hand, did not change his expression. There was even a bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth. He said faintly, "Then let's give it a try."