Little Ding Ding Stone

Chapter 792: 479: Chen Yuan's Father! (Seeking Monthly Ticket)


Chapter 792: Chapter 479: Chen Yuan’s Father! (Seeking Monthly Ticket)


The monk Xu Yan from Cien Temple was just an ordinary monk!!!


Chen Yuan’s heart was instantly swept with surprise and fear as he heard the words spoken by his uncle. Could all his conjectures have been wrong?


The first time he encountered that monk, was it really just a coincidence?


The second encounter with the monk, and his advice that there were strange occurrences behind the mountain of Cien Temple, was that a coincidence too?


And the disappearance of Xu Yan Monk after he had dealt with the demon followers of the No-Life Sect within Cien Temple, was that another coincidence?


How could there be so many coincidences in this world?


Chen Yuan never believed in coincidences!


Yet, the words spoken by his uncle pointed entirely towards ‘coincidence’.


Had he been wrong before, or did the monk actually have another origin?


Chen Yuan’s gaze flickered uncertainly, his spirit rapidly processing, but the information he knew about the monk’s background was not extensive, and after the monk’s disappearance, he didn’t take it seriously enough to investigate thoroughly.


So, even though he thought about it, he could not understand if there was any trickery involved…


“What, is there a problem with that monk?”


Wu Daozi, observing Chen Yuan’s contemplative expression, furrowed his brows and asked.


“No… Perhaps my nephew thought too much earlier.”


Chen Yuan suppressed his thoughts for the moment and revealed a faint smile.


With his uncle living in seclusion, letting him know about these matters was of no use; as for the true nature of this matter, Chen Yuan did not intend to investigate deliberately. If there were a chance, they would naturally meet again.


If not, perhaps it was indeed just a ‘coincidence.’


After all, the relationship between him and that monk was not very deep—there was no need to waste manpower and resources on it.


However, this issue still left a seed of doubt in his heart.


Wu Daozi nodded, no longer pressing the issue. He sensed there was a problem, but since Chen Yuan did not wish to discuss it further, he let it be.


As for that monk, Wu Daozi’s gaze grew slightly somber.


In his memory, that monk was indeed just an ordinary monk. Back when he took Chen Yuan to integrate into Ping’an County, the reason he often went to offer incense and worship was only to better integrate there.


And with that monk called Xu Yan, they only met a few times during those incense offerings.


“Uncle, how do you view the former Chu?”


Chen Yuan changed the subject, walked closer to Wu Daozi’s side, and casually asked as he watched him skillfully throw the fishing hook into the lake.


Wu Daozi was silent for a while before saying,


“The world’s destiny cycles between separation and unity. The former Chu had been established for eight hundred years, and it was about time it disintegrated. Even without the Sima Family,


there would be other families or powers harboring thoughts of rebellion.”


“So, there is no eternal dynasty in the world?”


Wu Daozi gave a faint smile:


“Even the legendary Martial Emperor, who almost reached the heavens with his cultivation, did not create an eternal dynasty. Who else, do you think, could surpass the Martial Emperor and establish a dynasty for all eternity?”


Chen Yuan smiled, finding the statement quite sensible. He did not retort, although he harbored other thoughts in his mind—the Martial Emperor, according to legend, ascended to the Upper Realm after establishing the dynasty.


If he had continued to preside over the dynasty, the world might not have changed hands so easily.


For no one was his match.


“This matter should be viewed openly; do not dwell on it. After all, there are no immortal beings in this world. After death, who would care whether a dynasty survives or perishes?”


“You, being a descendant of the Grand Ancestor and inherently extremely talented, should remember if you successfully rise to action one day, achieving good in your lifetime is already not easy.”


“Why was uncle always convinced that his nephew would rise to action?”


Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.


He had mentioned something similar before, and now that it was brought up again, it naturally surprised him.


Was his intention that obvious?


Wu Daozi smiled faintly:


“If you were content with mediocrity, why would you have left Ping’an County? If you cared little for certain matters, why would you have sought to unravel destinies? You are like your father in that both of you are ambitious—perhaps it’s enlightenment. Back then, old man did not teach you these things.”


Chen Yuan’s gaze flickered unnaturally, but he quickly masked it, asking softly:


“What kind of man was my father?”


“Your father was the Crown Prince of the former dynasty, obsessed with restoring Great Chu. In the first hundred years after the fall of the former Chu, he constantly stirred up unrest in various places aiming to restore the country,


but unfortunately, the new dynasty had just been established and had ties with many forces in Jianghu at its peak, hardly causing any turbulence. Over these hundred years, he gradually faded into obscurity.”


Chen Yuan nodded. From Wu Daozi’s earlier words, he could infer some things about his father, who he had never met. It seemed his father had indeed been devoted to restoring the country.


Because he was barely over twenty years old, but the former Chu had fallen over two hundred years ago. By simple calculation, his father must have conceived him just over twenty years ago,


which, even according to the lifespan of Yang Transformation, was nearly half of his life span.


“Is he dead?”


Although his uncle did not answer, Chen Yuan felt he probably was dead, because by the simplest logic, if his father were not dead, how dared the Xiang Family pursue him and his mother?


This was something one could guess without even thinking.


But to his surprise, Wu Daozi slowly shook his head:


“I don’t know.”


“Huh?”


Chen Yuan frowned.


“When your mother escaped, she almost never spoke about your father. Thus, whether he is alive or dead, I am not sure,


but I suppose he must be dead, otherwise your mother wouldn’t have ended up in such a state.”