This magical treasure is called Mist Flower Satin.
It is derived from the idea of seeing flowers in the fog, which can conceal appearance and breath. The lower three grades cannot see any flaws at all, and the middle three grades cannot see through it easily without the magical power of insight.
It can be said that it solved Chen Kuang’s urgent problem.
He could almost foresee that once he got ashore, he would be flooded with wanted posters.
After all, this time he offended the Zhou Kingdom, the Three Tribulations Sect, the Xuanshen Dao Sect and a Martial Saint at the same time, a total of four major forces.
The higher-ups in the secular court and among the practitioners must have received the relevant news by now.
If Chen Kuang walked out so brazenly, he would probably have to go back to the Heavenly Prison in less than half a day.
Now that I have this magical treasure, I save a lot of effort.
As for Chu Wenruo and her daughter, he was not particularly worried.
With Qingcuo, a top agent who has been undercover for ten years without revealing any flaws, it would definitely be much easier to cover up one's whereabouts than with him.
When Chen Kuang thought of this, he took out a small wooden sign that Qingcuo had given him.
This wooden sign is one inch square and very miniature.
There is a word "正" written on it.
At that time, Qingcuo told him that if he met someone who called himself "Tu Zhengguan" on the road, he was one of them and he could seek help.
This shows that in addition to the Huo Family Army, which is an overt force, Huo Hengxuan has also secretly cultivated a hidden and unknown force.
If I want to contact and meet them, I'm afraid I'll need them later.
Chen Kuang put away the wooden sign and placed it and the relic on the small table. He quickly changed his clothes, leaned sideways against the cabin, and sat on the mattress.
He had no intention of holding on any longer. Listening to the shallow sound of bamboo wormwood stirring the river surface outside and the faint scent of sandalwood lingering around his nose, his eyelids finally began to droop.
Only then did Chen Kuang realize that nine whole days had passed since he woke up from the time travel, and he had hardly slept a wink.
On this endless river of death, there are no more enemies to bother us.
He was finally able to let down his guard and fall into a deep sleep.
The dream was filled with nightmares from my youth.
Around the year Chen Kuang started junior high school, his poor family situation finally improved because his father ran a small business and managed it well. The family demolished the old house and built a new one.
However, although the house was built legally on his own land, it was reported as illegal by fellow villagers and neighbors.
The person who came ordered the bulldozer to knock down the wall of his house without saying a word.
My father was away in a border town on business at the time. My mother tried to argue with him but to no avail. Instead, the reporter mocked her and said that she would be poor all her life and was destined to not have a good house.
This woman, who had been weak all her life, instantly became furious and rushed forward to protect the wet cement wall.
There was a loud bang.
Chen Kuang, who had just returned home from school, witnessed his mother being crushed to death between the wall and the bulldozer.
Chen Kuang picked up a shovel nearby and smashed the heads of several onlookers, and was subsequently detained.
My father stayed up all night for three days, took a plane and a bus to come back, and was exhausted. Finally, he died suddenly and quietly in a taxi.
When Chen Kuang came out of the detention center, he had no relatives and was expelled from school because of his criminal record.
His only and deepest memory was the dinner that day, which was scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Poverty and injustice were once Chen Kuang's nightmares.
This is also the reason why he empathizes with his original self so much that he doesn't mind the remaining knot in his heart.
"Fortunately... it's not the case anymore."
Chen Kuang opened his eyes in a daze, let out a long breath, turned over and sat up swiftly, throwing away the emotions in his dream.
Before he died, he had killed his enemy's family - when they immigrated abroad and lived a carefree life.
The nightmare that had haunted him for more than ten years since his youth finally ended after he ate the scrambled eggs with tomatoes that he had made in front of his enemy's corpse.
"Huh?"
Chen Kuang examined himself in surprise and found that after this comfortable sleep, he had made another breakthrough.
The second acupoint has been opened.
Now he only needs the last orifice to try to reach the innate realm!
"Fetal breathing method" has always been in C!
Chen Kuang just felt refreshed. At this rate, if he could survive peacefully for a few hundred years, it would not be impossible for him to directly break through to the Saint level.
It’s a pity... there are always people who don’t want him to survive!
Chen Kuang dressed neatly and opened the cabin curtain, but it was still gloomy outside.
I don’t know how long this death boat has been sailing on the river, but fine and dense raindrops have begun to fall from the sky.
The fog grew thicker, and only the one lamp that illuminated the surroundings brought a hint of illusory warmth.
The fisherman in straw raincoat who was still standing at the bow of the boat saw him coming out and turned a fish eye under his straw hat.
"Did you sleep well?"
Chen Kuang smiled and said, "Not bad, thank you for the hospitality, Senior Brother."
Wen Si continued to look at him, his fish eyes rolling around, and he said with some curiosity:
"This river had a mystical quality even before I came here. People who crossed it for the first time often dreamed of their own death, as if they were crossing the underworld. It was as if they were asking about death."
"Therefore, I felt a connection with this river and gave it my name."
"Did you dream about anything, brother?"
Chen Kuang was stunned. So that's how it is...
He asked why he still dreamed about what happened at that time.
"I did dream about it, but it wasn't how I looked when I died."
It's not the appearance of this body when it died, but the appearance of his previous life when he died.
Chen Kuang seemed to be lost in thought.
Doesn't that mean that perhaps this body will not die?
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