CHAPTER 446: CHAPTER 147: YOU ARE MY SLAVE

Until I committed murder, then went to the Mao Country to counter-kill the oligarchs.

Then came back.

These days, Chen Yan hasn’t slept even for a minute.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to sleep, it’s that he can’t sleep.

·

"Chopping trees? What kind of training is this? Did that Huang person leave a cultivation technique for his grandson that involves chopping trees? Body Refining Technique?"

Lin Qingquan stood on his balcony, looking at the distant woods, then looked toward Chen Yan’s villa across from him. Slowly, the old man withdrew his gaze.

"Strange, I feel this young man has been acting a bit weird recently. Either he’s out for many days or stays locked in at home, and then he’s chanting spells in the middle of the night or running to the mountains to chop trees?"

The next morning, after much consideration, Lin Qingquan stepped out of his house, strolling casually to the gate of Chen Yan’s yard and pressed the doorbell.

After a short moment, Gui Geng opened the door.

The old turtle looked at Lin Qingquan in front of him and simply bowed.

"Honorable guest, our young master is not home."

"Hmm?"

Lin Qingquan was taken aback.

"The young master has gone traveling and won’t be back for a few days."

Lin Qingquan frowned, looking at the turtle cultivator in front of him: "Did he say where he was going?"

"The young master did not say."

"..."

Lin Qingquan waved his hand and turned to leave.

Went out?

Impossible.

I was clearly watching all night.

·

Chen Yan is in the Domain Realm!

The cave is still in the same condition as when he left, seemingly untouched by monsters or wild beasts.

Chen Yan began to lay out the things he brought this time one by one.

The things he brought this time are much more than the last time, with three huge mountaineering bags filled to the brim beside him.

Chen Yan quickly took out a handgun and a semi-automatic rifle, sitting on the ground to check the magazines and load them.

There was also a box of C4.

However, there’s only half left now.

He didn’t know how to use this stuff when he got it, so during his time in the Mao Country, he tested it out — found a desolate location, took out a mirror he carried with him, and jumped into the Mirror World to fiddle with it.

Learning to use and detonate it wasted half of his C4 in the process.

However, Chen Yan still has a backup plan.

In the bag, there are ten plastic soda bottles.

The bottles are filled with gasoline!

In a waterproof document bag, there are a hundred talismans.

Chen Yan put on a tactical vest full of pockets, placing the talisman paper into different pockets and checked them carefully.

After completing all preparations, Chen Yan began to rest.

He took out food, compressed biscuits, vegetable bars, energy bars, eating them with bottled water.

Since there’s gasoline in the cave, Chen Yan wouldn’t light a fire here to cook hot food.

While eating, he also took out a booklet, flipping it open to the map he drew during his last reconnaissance of the terrain and enemy observation.

Although he had repeatedly checked it at home before coming, Chen Yan earnestly reviewed it again, replaying the action plan in his mind.

After completing all these, Chen Yan began to sleep.

This time he brought a sleeping bag, which was reportedly able to withstand minus 20-30 degrees.

Crawling into the sleeping bag, Chen Yan slept soundly.

Thinking about the imminent revenge, Chen Yan felt at ease and was in a good mood, yet his emotions remained calm.

Isn’t it just killing... it’s not like I’ve never done it before!

·

Chen Yan didn’t immediately act on the monster village but stayed in this cave for three days!

His revenge plan was scheduled for the seventh day.

After the revenge, he could utilize the time to teleport back and escape.

Otherwise, after seeking revenge, if something unexpected happens, and the monsters in the village chase him.

Chen Yan has no assurance of evading those powerful monsters in the forest for seven days!

The action is set for the last day, to fight, then run!

Then teleport back home!

Revenge, especially when the enemy is powerful and I’m weak, requires patience — Chen Yan repeatedly reminded himself.

This cave is very safe, far from the village, with no regular monster activity here, and since it’s the freezing season, no wild beasts are out and about...

So...

Just like in all the stories, when you least expect it, something unexpected is about to happen!

On the fifth night.

Chen Yan planned to start on the sixth day after waking up and reach the village in half a day, then lie in ambush outside the village.

On the seventh day, take action.

But just as he was lying in the sleeping bag with his eyes closed, nourishing his spirit and mentally rerunning the plan, searching for any potential oversights...

Suddenly, his ear pricked slightly, he opened his eyes, and sat up swiftly.

Gently opening the sleeping bag, Chen Yan took out something and slowly moved towards the mouth of the cave.

Just now... he heard footsteps!

The kind that steps on twigs when walking through the forest!

Tonight, the darkness was too intense.

The fog seemed denser than usual; the forest was dark, and visibility particularly low.

Chen Yan dared not turn on a light, only vaguely seeing a silhouette appearing amidst the fog.

He thought for a moment and did not raise his gun.

When the night is silent, the sound of a gunshot could travel a good few kilometers away!

Firing a gun here might even be heard from the village.

Holding his breath, Chen Yan picked up a pebble and quietly waited.

When the silhouette in the dense fog gradually became clearer, he raised his hand and threw the pebble afar.

Plop!

The stone hit something in the fog, making a sound, and the silhouette seemed startled, indeed turning to look toward the noise...

At this moment, Chen Yan moved!

His body was in peak condition, with endurance, explosive power, and spiritual power, nearly at their max level.

Like a leopard, he leaped from the ground into the fog, pouncing on the silhouette!

Bam!

Chen Yan accurately tackled the silhouette, crashing into it and bringing the person down!

He moved extremely fast, executing the action he had simulated countless times in his mind without hesitation!

He directly stabbed the item in his hand into the opponent’s body—uncertain of which part in the darkness, but it pierced in and he pressed the trigger...

Silently, the drug in the gun-like injector quickly entered the opponent’s body.

The silhouette struggled frantically, thrashed mightily in the darkness, releasing a roar of rage.

Bam!

Chen Yan was hit by a heavy object, but he was prepared this time. His shoulder hurt, and though he stumbled, he quickly turned over and grabbed the opponent’s weapon, then threw it forcefully, hurling an axe away.

Luckily, when hit, it was the axe handle, not the blade, otherwise, Chen Yan might have been severely injured—of course, it wouldn’t have mattered if he was hurt. He brought the Bone Pill, not stored in the Alchemy Furnace but in his backpack.

The strength of the person beneath him weakened and finally ceased.

Hmm, the anesthesia from Mao Country was indeed potent.

Chen Yan took a deep breath and dragged the person to the cave opening, then unsealed a tactical flashlight.

"...Hey."

Chen Yan sighed.

Actually, when the other let out the short roar of anger earlier, Chen Yan had vaguely recognized them.

Indeed it was an old acquaintance.

His "Slave Master" in the Domain Realm, the Wooden Bowl, was simply lying quietly at the entrance of the cave.

She looked filthy, who knows how many days since she last bathed—in fact, Chen Yan even doubted if this monstrous race has the habit of bathing.

And Wooden Bowl’s condition seemed terrible; her hide coat was ragged, covered in mud.

Chen Yan thought for a moment, stepped outside the cave, retrieved the ax he had flung, and gathered some branches from the strange trees nearby.

These branches were tough and flexible, more resilient than wire, the perfect tool for binding someone.

Chen Yan wrapped Wooden Bowl’s hands and legs with several layers of the strange tree’s branches, then sat a bit farther away, checked himself to confirm he wasn’t injured, except for his aching shoulder from the hit.

Wooden Bowl, indeed, still had quite some strength.

But this fellow... seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight.

·

Though the anesthesia from Mao Country was potent, the Fierce Beast Race’s physique was evidently more abnormal.

Wooden Bowl woke up after less than twenty minutes of unconsciousness.

Upon waking, she saw a person sitting silently in the light of an emergency lamp, watching her...

Wooden Bowl started in panic, struggled mightily, only to find herself bound.

Chen Yan leaned forward a bit, letting his face be illuminated by the light.

Wooden Bowl was stupefied.

"You..."

"Yes, it’s me. This time I caught you, so now you’re my slave, right?"

Wooden Bowl was taken aback, and her eyes clearly showed a look of disappointment.