Chapter 2338 Talking, Friends

Feeling uneasy under the gazes of others, Lu Hansheng felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He had just changed into a black brocade robe to cover his wounds.

He placed the white jade folding fan on the table in front of him, rested his hands on his knees, straightened his back, and sat upright.

Although he suffered serious injuries, they were not life-threatening. He could stabilize his condition by slightly activating the Emperor's Secret Technique. If he survived today, he could find another opportunity to recuperate slowly.

“I come from… the Upper Realm.”

Lu Hansheng answered truthfully.

Upper First Realm!

Everyone's eyes narrowed, and they remembered it.

"Could we talk about the Upper First Realm?"

Chen Qingyuan spoke in a very polite manner.

Lu Hansheng and Chen Qingyuan exchanged a deep look, and had no reason to refuse: "Okay."

It's not a secret anyway, so it's harmless to talk about it.

Moreover, Chen Qingyuan did not use coercion or inducement, but rather engaged in friendly discussions.

During the time Lu Hansheng spent walking with Ye Liujun, he couldn't help but indulge in some daydreams. Just as he was about to sit down, Chen Qingyuan interrupted him, saying something like, "I don't like sitting on equal footing with the weak."

The reality was vastly different from what he had imagined. Chen Qingyuan not only refrained from making sarcastic remarks, but also showed respect.

This situation would almost never occur in the Upper Elementary Realm.

There was a distinction between the strong and the weak, and a strict order.

The strong are the ones who set the rules; they can do whatever they want without restraint. The weak are like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

As for friends, Lu Hansheng never had any.

Lu Hansheng was tricked when he was young and almost lost his life, so he developed a personality that doesn't trust anyone and only believes in his own strength.

"Compared to the Divine Continent, the Upper Primordial Realm is like a living hell..."

I just had a chat with Ye Liujun, and Lu Hansheng has gained a basic understanding of China.

Although the land of China is also governed by the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest, it is generally stable, and there are very few instances of top experts acting recklessly.

However, battles between top-tier experts inevitably affect many innocent lives.

The cruelty of the Upper Realm far surpasses that of the Divine Continent. Evil cultivators are everywhere, and they are bloodthirsty by nature.

If you are strong enough, you can control a region. Then, all the living beings in that region are at your mercy; the men are slaves, and the women are your playthings. When you're done playing with them, you can simply wipe them out with a wave of your hand.

There are no so-called righteous cultivators who meddle in other people's business; they only care about interests.

Whether the weak can survive or have a few days of peace depends entirely on the temperament and preferences of those in power.

Over the next period of time, Chen Qingyuan and the others gained a very intuitive understanding of the Upper First Realm.

"This chaotic order is not much different from that of China millions of years ago."

Ye Liujun frowned and expressed his opinion.

Rong Che, with a solemn expression, echoed, "Indeed."

For over ten million years, the land of China has been a stage for countless races to vie for supremacy, a brutal and bloody struggle. Humanity, at the very bottom of the hierarchy, has always lived in the abyss, never seeing a glimmer of hope, suffering endless torment.

It wasn't until one person appeared that the fate of humanity was changed.

That person not only changed the tragic fate of the human race, but also brought unprecedented stability to the myriad races that had been in turmoil for countless years.

Emperor Qiheng!

He established a completely new order, prohibiting wars between different races and severely punishing any disobedience.

Although this dynasty did not last long, it had a profound impact on China.

In the era that followed, various ethnic groups constantly clashed, yet they always maintained certain bottom lines.

Those cultivators who do not follow these rules are ostracized by most living beings and labeled as 'evil cultivators' or 'demonic cultivators,' forced to live a life of hiding in dark corners and not daring to act openly.

After listening to Lu Hansheng's account, everyone's admiration for Emperor Qiheng deepened even further.

"still have a question."

Chen Qingyuan said solemnly.

"what?"

Lu Hansheng tensed up.

"You are a sword cultivator, why did you forge your natal imperial sword into this shape?"

Chen Qingyuan changed the subject, his gaze falling on the white jade folding fan.

Not long ago, no one expected that the white jade folding fan was actually a sword, which left them deeply puzzled.

"Hmm...so dashing."

Lu Hansheng then explained the reason.

Everyone was speechless upon hearing this answer.

"It seems Fellow Daoist Lu pays great attention to his image!"

Chen Qingyuan had never met anyone so concerned with manners.

Lu Hansheng said modestly, "It's alright!"

"Fellow Daoist, which clan do you belong to? Why can't I see through your true form?"

Rong Che stared at Lu Hansheng for a long time, but still couldn't figure him out, so he had no choice but to ask.

Lu Hansheng answered truthfully: "Human race."

Everyone was slightly surprised: "Oh!"

Chen Qingyuan was slightly surprised: "What a coincidence."

The group chatted for a long time and got to know each other well.

Several hours later, Lu Hansheng made a request: "I may need to go into seclusion to recuperate."

"Recovering from the injury is the priority; we must not leave any hidden dangers."

Ye Liujun and the others naturally wouldn't stop them.

Lu Hansheng did not get up and leave, but instead focused his attention on Chen Qingyuan.

He felt uneasy without Chen Qingyuan's permission.

"this is for you."

Feeling Lu Hansheng's gaze, Chen Qingyuan roughly guessed what it meant.

After saying that, Chen Qingyuan threw out a red brocade box.

The brocade box floated to Lu Hansheng's front; it was square and about the size of a palm.

"What's this?"

Lu Hansheng was puzzled.

Chen Qingyuan replied, "A sacred herb should be able to help with your injuries."

Why give it to me?

Lu Hansheng showed no joy, only confusion.

"We became friends after our initial encounter."

Having more friends means having more options. Chen Qingyuan could tell that Lu Hansheng wasn't a wicked person; he just had a rather annoying way of speaking.

"Friend...?"

Upon hearing this word, Lu Hansheng made a number of micro-expressions: his pupils contracted, his lips pursed, his whole body tensed up, and his heartstrings trembled a few times.

For him, the word 'friend' carries a heavy weight.

For about ten breaths, Lu Hansheng remained silent, staring intently at Chen Qingyuan, his intentions unclear.

"Do you intend to fight me to the death?"

Chen Qingyuan broke the deadlock.

"That was never the intention."

Although Lu Hansheng is not afraid of death, it does not mean that he would deliberately seek death.

"If we're not mortal enemies, then we're friends." Chen Qingyuan put away his serious expression and smiled. "Alright, don't overthink it. Focus on how to recover!"

Lu Hansheng remained expressionless, his feelings a mix of emotions: "Hmm."

He responded and took the red brocade box in front of him.

Then, Lu Hansheng stood up, preparing to find a suitable place nearby to retreat and heal his injuries.

Before leaving, he bowed to Chen Qingyuan to show his respect.

As for the others, he simply ignored them.

Sure enough, he was still a person who admired strength at heart.

Chen Qingyuan seemed to remember something and called out, "Wait."

Geek!

Lu Hansheng stopped in his tracks, his heart skipped a beat.