C78 The past

Han Chen hesitated as he stood at the entrance of the Bai Clan Residence, staring at the familiar doors, in a daze.

Should I go in? Should he go home?

He hadn't been back for years. Bai Xiaotian, that so called grandfather, would he recognize her again?

"Master Chen, is that you?"

Just as Han Chen was hesitating, a middle-aged woman's voice came out. Han Chen was startled at first, and raised his head to look. He saw a middle-aged woman with a dignified appearance standing not too far away.

"Lan, Aunt Lan." Han Chen said softly.

"Oh, it's really you, Master Chen." The woman who was addressed as Aunt Lan revealed a joyous expression. She hurriedly walked over, held Han Chen's shoulders and carefully examined him from head to toe. Master Chen, you look so tall already? "You look more and more like a young lady. Look at your eyes, they look exactly like a young lady's eyes."

Aunt Lan's face darkened as she spoke. The lady that she spoke of was naturally Han Chen's mother, Bai Muxuan. Aunt Lan was the maid that served Bai Muxuan all those years ago, even though she was his servant. However, her relationship with Han Chen's mother was that of a sister. He was also one of the few people who treated Han Chen well with sincerity.

"Ai, look at my dumb mouth."

"It's fine, Aunt Lan." Han Chen laughed, and a faint look of sorrow flashed past his eyes.

"Master Chen, you haven't come home in so many years. How are you doing in Mystical Peak?"

"Mm, it's pretty good." In Han Chen's eyes, Aunt Lan was no different from a relative. From her concerned gaze, he could feel the warmth of her when she returned home.

"Alright, hurry up and go in! If the Patriarch knows that you are back, he will definitely be very happy. " Aunt Lan held Han Chen's hand and walked into the palace.

Patriarch? Bai Xiaotian. Han Chen muttered, "Will Grandfather really be happy?"

A moment later, in the front courtyard of the Bai Clan. Han Chen anxiously stood at the door and waited. It had been many years, but nothing here had changed significantly.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Han Chen was ecstatic, he stood up and went to welcome her. However, when he saw that there was only one person coming, his face was filled with disappointment.

"Master Chen."

"Uncle, is he not willing to see me?" Han Chen clenched his fists and asked.

"How could that be?" Aunt Lan quickly comforted him with a smile. "The head of the family is cultivating in seclusion. Even your eldest uncle and second uncle should not be disturbed! Rest assured! When he comes out of seclusion, he'll definitely meet you. "

Bai Xiaotian had two sons and a daughter, his eldest brother Bai He and second brother Bai Hao. Han Chen's mother, Bai Muxuan, was the youngest. Regarding Aunt Lan's explanation, Han Chen merely smiled and did not say anymore.

At the Bai Clan's Northern Courtyard, in a relatively remote courtyard.

This was the place where Han Langyu, Bai Muxuan and Han Chen's family lived all those years ago. It was cold and quiet. Normally, almost no one would come to visit, except for Aunt Lan, who would come to clean during her free time. Therefore, there wasn't much dust on the ground.

It was a familiar scene, but the people were different.

Han Chen bid farewell to Aunt Lan and returned to his previous room. Everything was the same as it was a few years ago. Simple tables and chairs, bed. On the wall, there was a portrait. There were two people in the painting, a man and a woman. They were Han Chen's parents.

Bai Muxuan frowned, her eyes like the stars. A faint smile, outlining a charming curve. Han Langyu was extraordinarily handsome, with a slight heroic air about him.

It was precisely this pair that seemed to be made from heaven and earth, but in the eyes of the common people, it was an extremely mismatched pair.

"Dad, where are you?" Han Chen lost control of his voice and muttered.

Back then, when Bai Muxuan left, Han Langyu had entered into an extremely depressed state. He was originally here to marry into the Bai Clan, so he didn't have much status. Even the young Han Chen was bullied by the Bai Family.

This kind of dark and gloomy life continued all the way until Han Chen was ten years old. Han Langyu made a decision to send Han Chen to Mystical Peak to study. He was running around outside, what was he busy with? and he had never told Han Chen before.

In the first three years, Han Langyu would periodically do so. He would visit the Mystical Peak and bring Han Chen back to the Bai Clan to stay for a period of time.

"Chen'er, it's your thirteenth birthday today. Do you have any wishes?"

With the table full of delicious dishes, only Han Langyu came to celebrate for his son. A thirteen year old Han Chen, seriously competing with his eyes, clasped his hands together and muttered in his heart. Mother, I miss you. I want to see you again. "

For the past eight years, Han Chen had never changed his wish.

After seeing her son's wish, Han Langyu cried. A man cried. As if he knew what Han Chen's wish was. But he did not let Han Chen see him crying.

"Chen'er, your father is leaving."

"Then when are you coming back? I don't want to stay in the Mystical Peak. Father, I don't have any innate abilities.

"No, Chen'er, remember what father said. You are not trash, you are a genius, a true genius."

"Really?"

"Of course, when has Father ever lied to you? "I'm leaving, please don't look for me."

Han Langyu left. Since then, he never appeared in front of Han Chen again, and no one knew if they had asked the people from the Bai Family. Every time he looked at the children of the same age group, he would cuddle up beside his parents and act coquettishly. Han Chen would be injured.

After that, Han Chen rarely returned to the Hidden Court City's Bai Family. Due to the fact that his innate divine ability had awoken relatively late, he was mistaken for a "piece of trash". As a result, all these years, he had not been living a good life.

Unknowingly, Han Chen, who was standing in front of the portrait, was already in tears. Where did my father go? Why did he leave without saying goodbye? This was still an unknown.

"Hu!" Han Chen heaved a deep sigh of relief, as if he was trying to vent all the depression in his heart.

Casually wiping away the tears on his face, a wave of fatigue hit him. His injuries in the psychedelic forest had not recovered, and he had been hurrying nonstop for the past few days, so he could not help but feel a little unwell.

After tidying up his emotions, Han Chen sat on the bed with his legs crossed and started to circulate his martial spirit energy, healing the injuries in his body.

While Han Chen healed his injuries, he also used the "Nine Revolutions God Slaughtering Technique". Currently, he needed to open up two meridians for the first stage of his training. One of them could be completed in less than a quarter of the time. This kind of progress was quite impressive.

Time slipped away unwittingly.

Inside the room, Han Chen's entire body was shrouded in a layer of faint red light. If one looked carefully, there was a trace of black on the red surface. As soon as the surrounding spiritual power came into contact with the black light, it was immediately sucked in. It then merged into Han Chen's body and turned into martial force.

The spirit energy of the heaven and earth in this place was relatively sparse, and it was not as dense as that of Mystical Peak's.

At this moment, he heard a slight sound in the air. Han Chen's heart skipped a beat as he tried to listen carefully. This was originally a subconscious action, but what he did not expect was … The faint sound became clearer and clearer. It was actually a few people who were communicating with each other.

"Have you heard? Han Chen that trash is back. "

"Oh? Back? When did this happen? "

"In the morning! He still has the face to come back, I think he won't be able to stay in Mystical Peak. "

"Does that even need to be said? If he did not even have his innate ability, what else could Mystical Peak do? I think he was kicked out. "

A few years ago, the news that Han Chen was a "cripple" had spread back to the Bai Family from the Mystical Peak. When this news came out, it caused quite a stir in the Bai Clan and even the Hidden Court City.

Everyone knew the importance of innate divine abilities. It didn't matter if Han Chen was just a child from an ordinary family. But his parents were actually Bai Muxuan and Han Langyu. Just by this point, some people who harbored malicious intentions had smoothly taken this as a joke after their meals.

Inside the room, Han Chen listened to the discussion of the people outside. He couldn't help but frown. When his breath became disordered, even his breathing became rapid.

"Why didn't that trash Han Chen come back earlier? The Clan Competition just ended last month, and he's already here. "

"Are you stupid? This must have been intentional! If he were to return before the Family Competition, wouldn't he be beaten to a pulp? "

"You're right, haha."

Even though it was their voices, they were separated by quite a distance. However, the Nine Revolving God Slaughtering Technique's methods had allowed Han Chen to hear these words clearly. Word by word, it struck deep into his heart. Han Chen trembled from head to toe, his handsome eyebrows knitted tightly. Sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

"A bunch of bastards." Han Chen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The martial energy in his body circulated at high speeds as he attacked that meridian with all his might.

Weng! * Han Chen's body trembled as he suddenly opened his eyes. The light beams that shot out from his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

"I have finally opened up a meridian." Han Chen gasped for breath heavily, a relaxed expression on his face. Just now, he had been provoked by those words, forcing himself to open his meridians. This was rather comical.

Feeling the abundant energy in his body and the injuries which had recovered by more than half, Han Chen was inwardly amazed at the mysticality of the Nine Revolutions God Slaughtering Technique. He let out a sigh of relief, narrowed his eyes, got out of bed and walked towards the door.

"Hey, tell me, how strong is that trash Han Chen?" In the Bai Clan's Martial Arts Practice Field, four to five young disciples were chatting happily. On their faces, it was full of ridicule and contempt.

"I don't think he will exceed the fourth level of Qi Refining at most." The one who spoke was a short Bai Clan disciple and his strength was at the 4th level of the Refinement Stage.

"Fourth level of Refinement Qi?" I don't think he has even reached the Qi Refining stage, and is probably still wandering around the Body Tempering stage. "

The few of them immediately burst into laughter. In their mouths, Han Chen was completely worthless. Just as they were chatting happily, an ice-cold aura instantly swept over from behind them.

"Then do you dare spar with me, a Body Tempering trash?"