CHAPTER 326: CHAPTER 179: VAST SKY

The White Dragon Demon God, grotesque and bizarre in appearance, made Luo Chen think of the blood-sucking demon he saw that day at Yongde Temple. Its facial features were twisted and uncoordinated, with fangs half-exposed, lips turned outward, a flattened nose, and eyes gleaming with a bloody cold light. Such an appearance was enough to send shivers down one’s spine. Its broad limbs and messy black hair added an extra touch of terror.

Luo Chen pondered to himself, what was the origin of this monster? Why did it appear here? What was its connection with Lan Xin and the Thunderstorm? A series of questions swirled in Luo Chen’s mind, but he couldn’t find any answers.

At that moment, Lan Xin’s face bore a hint of solemnity, her eyebrows gently furrowed, her words ice-cold and authoritative: "Have the elders really decided to cooperate with Shadow Valley? Why wasn’t I informed beforehand?"

The White Dragon Demon God lowered its head and answered in a muffled voice, "Your subordinate does not know..." Its voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending chills down one’s spine.

Hearing this, Lan Xin spoke with a hint of anger in her voice: "Hmph, after all these years of our sect spending such great efforts cultivating you ’Celestial Wing People,’ I didn’t expect you to all side with a few elders. You claim ignorance about everything, then what’s the point of having you?"

The White Dragon Demon God maintained a steady voice, replying, "Sect Leader, please calm your anger..." Though its tone was humble, it revealed an indescribable firmness.

In the shadows, Luo Chen listened, his heart pounding. He had not expected this seemingly grotesque monster to have such a profound background and complex identity. The conflicts and disputes between Lan Xin and the elders also gave him a deeper understanding of this sect. It turned out so many secrets and disputes were hidden beneath the surface.

Just then, the Thunderstorm suddenly spoke: "Sect Leader, actually, the Celestial Wing People can’t be blamed entirely for this matter. The elders’ decisions are always enigmatic and unpredictable; it’s difficult for us to fathom their intentions." His voice was deep and powerful, giving off a feeling of calmness and reliability.

Hearing this, Lan Xin frowned and pondered for a while, then sighed: "You’re right, this matter might not be simple. We need more information to ascertain the elders’ real intentions." With that, her gaze unwittingly drifted toward the distant peaks, as if she could find the answer she sought there.

In that moment, Luo Chen understood many things. This sect wasn’t as calm and harmonious as it appeared; hidden beneath were many more disputes and contradictions. He realized he had been drawn into a massive whirlpool, and escaping might not be easy. Yet, the adventurous spirit within him was ignited. He decided to delve deeper into the core of this sect, in search of more secrets and truths.

As night deepened, the three by the lakeside gradually dispersed. Yet, Luo Chen still stood in place, steadfastly watching their departing figures. He knew that his adventure was just beginning...

In the subsequent days, Luo Chen began closely monitoring the sect’s every move. Using his wisdom and courage, he gradually approached the core members of the sect and started to learn more about the details of the elders’ cooperation with Shadow Valley. He discovered that this collaboration wasn’t as simple as it seemed on the surface, with many complex interests and power struggles involved behind the scenes.

At the same time, Luo Chen also established a curious connection with the White Dragon Demon God. Although the monster appeared terrifyingly ugly, Luo Chen sensed an inexplicable loneliness and sorrow from it. He began trying to approach this creature, understanding its inner world and the story behind it. All these efforts also brought more possibilities and opportunities to Luo Chen’s adventure to uncover the sect’s secrets.

Lan Xin glanced impatiently at the White Dragon Demon God kneeling in front of her; her brow revealed a hint of irritation. She turned to look at the Thunderstorm beside her and found a grave expression on his face as well. Lan Xin took a deep breath and said to the White Dragon Demon God, "Go back, and tell them I know what to do now."

Upon hearing this, the White Dragon Demon God slowly lifted its head, with respectful light flashing in its eyes. It said in a deep voice, "Your subordinate obeys, farewell!" As soon as it finished speaking, it leaped into the air with a sudden whoosh. Under Luo Chen’s gaze as he approached the lakeshore, the White Dragon Demon God swiftly flew away from the Purple Bamboo Cottage, disappearing into the boundless sky.

Luo Chen witnessed this scene, a curiosity arising in his heart. He turned around, looking at Lan Xin and the Thunderstorm, and asked, "Who is he?"

Lan Xin’s expression had already returned to calm, and she didn’t directly answer Luo Chen’s question but instead retorted, "Why are you up so early? Why not sleep a bit longer?" Her tone held a hint of concern, seemingly trying to change the subject.

Luo Chen noticed Lan Xin’s evasion and didn’t pursue further. Instead, he turned to the Thunderstorm and asked, "When are we leaving here?"

The Thunderstorm paused, silently looking at Lan Xin, whose eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Lan Xin slightly turned her face, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, the Thunderstorm finally answered coldly, "After breakfast, we’ll leave."