Therefore, Chen Yuan cherished these few guys who were willing to risk their lives for a friend.

They drank for several hours, and Zhang Xuan lay on the ground with his head down, muttering:

"Chen, my second sister used to be very good to me. If you still consider me a friend, you better not let her down, otherwise we..."

He passed out before he could finish speaking.

Chen Yuan smiled with his hands behind his back:

"Don't worry."

After confirming Zhang Xuan was just drunk and had no other issues, he didn't linger. In Qingzhou, he had already declared his return.

There was no need to do that in Nanling Prefecture.

He quickly disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there.

About thirty breaths after Chen Yuan left, Zhang Xuan, who had been unconscious before, lifted his head from the table, his gaze deep, and sighed softly.

...

...

From Nanling Prefecture City to Ping'an County, Chen Yuan moved faster, almost covering a hundred miles in an instant. As he overlooked the small county town, he quickly spotted the Prince Mansion being constructed.

Since the day he became Marquis of Wu'an, Ping'an County had become his fief.

Thinking about it, it was indeed quite interesting.

It definitely counted as returning home in glory.

It's a pity the girl with the ponytail who sold buns on the street is now gone, and no one secretly slips him eggs anymore. After she moved away, they never met again, each living their own lives in peace.

Chen Yuan could find her, but there was no need.

The path of rebellion was tumultuous, and although Chen Yuan had ambitions, whether he would succeed was unknown. Living a stable life as an ordinary person like Wang Ping was a life countless people dreamed of.

Chen Yuan concealed his presence as he walked on the streets of Ping'an County, and the people on the roadsides ignored him. Today was a lively market day, and he saw many familiar faces.

There was the widow Iron Lady, Zhu Sihai from the Four Seas Gang, former neighbors, and colleagues and subordinates from his days at the County Government.

As he walked past them, he seemed like a stranger.

It had only been less than two years, but everything seemed to have changed so drastically, like the sea had turned into land.

At this current state, Chen Yuan seemed strange, appearing like a passerby yet participating in it all. After all, this was his starting point, where he had risen.

Within his Spirit Platform, a violet Primordial Spirit sat with eyes closed, breathing. The previously unrefined Dragon Ball hung above the Primordial Spirit, infusing it with threads of pure Spiritual Energy.

Step by step, he walked, as if measuring the land.

Chen Yuan arrived at the Ping'an County County Government, seeing even more familiar faces, including Wu Qingfeng, who was seriously handling official duties.

He seemed afraid to show even the slightest slack.

Wu Qingfeng might not be worthy of comment as a person, but as an official, he was at least competent, better than Li Mingqi.

After watching at the County Government for a while, Chen Yuan moved again. With seemingly magical strides, he arrived at the mansion the Ping'an County Government was building for him.

It occupied a vast area, reaching a size of a thousand zhang.

Even though it wasn't completed yet, it already had a remarkable aura.

All the materials used were top-quality, as no one dared to cut corners with the fearsome Marquis of Wu'an watching. Besides, he was the pride of Ping'an County, who would dare act deceitfully?

His path was not yet complete; he continued walking.

Inside Yanyu Building, Wang Ping was quite happy, playing blind man's bluff with a few girls, occasionally letting out a lascivious chuckle, thoroughly enjoying himself.

He loved cultivation, but his talent was too poor; even with Chen Yuan's help, his potential was very limited, so he never left Ping'an County.

He thrived by associating with Chen Yuan.

That was enough.

It's a life many dreamed of but could never attain.

Chen Yuan was also happy to see his dear brother so joyful. Life is short; one should seize the moment.

After watching for a bit, Chen Yuan arrived in South City, at the Sanhe Boxing Club.

Just as Wang Ping benefited from Chen Yuan's presence, Zhao Nanshan also did, reaping incredible returns on his investment. The entire boxing club had expanded several times over.

Nearly a hundred disciples were practicing Sanhe Fist in unison, supervised by Zhao Nanshan's chief disciple, Guo Xu, who held a bamboo stick in hand; any incorrect posture was met with a swift strike.

Seeing the dissatisfaction of some disciples below, he walked up to a wooden stake and delivered a punch.

The stake exploded, and he turned with a cold voice:

"Train on the ground; if your footing isn't stable, how will you withstand anything? This punch has twelve years of strength; can you withstand it?"

"Continue training!"

In the backyard, Zhao Nanshan's once gray-white long hair had turned black, and the wrinkles on his face had greatly diminished, as if rejuvenated.

With the Black Jade Discontinuation Ointment Chen Yuan gave him last time, his injuries had healed.

However, he was a bit old, with no hope of reaching Reach Profound in this life.

Still, retiring peacefully in Ping'an County was quite good. He might now be very grateful for his initial investment, which greatly aided Chen Yuan.

In exchange, he gained a lifetime of peace.

Chen Yuan straightened his face, facing Zhao Nanshan from afar and bowing deeply.

This bow was to thank him for his unwavering support.

Lightly sipping tea, Zhao Nanshan seemed to sense something, looking to his left front, rubbing his eyes. Seeing nothing, he chuckled, thinking he had been mistaken.

He continued to hum a little tune.

Continuing on, this time Chen Yuan arrived at Cien Temple.

However, he did not enter, pausing for a moment before turning to leave.

The Dragon Ball above his Primordial Spirit had mostly dissolved by this moment, and Chen Yuan exuded a mysterious Dao Yun, like a gentle summer breeze, bringing comfort to others.

The final stop was the little courtyard of the Chen Family.

Chen Yuan passed through the gate, and at a glance, the courtyard was free of weeds, everything just like the many times he had visited before. He suddenly smiled, not knowing why.

He entered the room, where there were three spirit tablets, for his father, mother, and uncle, in order.

He leaned over to pick up three incense sticks from the table, lit them, and bowed deeply.

His whole body reached the pinnacle of Dao Yun.

Suddenly awakening, his Primordial Spirit was perfect and flawless!

Observing all aspects of life, refining the Dao Heart in the mortal world, understanding the past of ten thousand people, breaking the limits of the Primordial Spirit!

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