Chapter 219 Returning to the old place

Yuheng also didn't know how to answer Chu Zhao's question.

They wanted to keep it a secret from Chu Zhao for a while, but Chu Zhao had already come to their door, and it was easy for him to find out that something was wrong. In the outer hall of the Star Temple, the star lamp belonging to Xu Quan had gone out. This was a fact that could not be changed or hidden.

There's no need to keep it secret any longer.

"I am now the acting leader of the Xingchen Sect. Brother Tianquan asks you to help the Xingchen Sect choose a new leader after the dust settles."

In the end, Yuheng adopted a more euphemistic statement.

Chu Zhao opened the letter and found only a very brief sentence inside.

"I can't wait any longer. I'm going to find her."

Xu Quan's letter, together with Yuheng's words, both tell one fact.

Xu Quan is dead.

"Who killed him?"

Chu Zhao didn't think Xu Quan would commit suicide. The only way he could die was by being murdered.

"I don't know about this. Brother Tianquan didn't tell me."

"He originally asked me to keep it a secret for as long as possible, so that you can focus on the business first. I think you should listen to him. His revenge will be avenged someday."

"Besides, Brother Tianquan left willingly."

Yuheng wanted to persuade Chu Zhao and brought up Xu Quan's reaction at that time.

"When arranging my funeral, Brother Tianquan did not look sad or painful. He was not only smiling, but also looked relieved."

"Perhaps, he finally has the opportunity to put down the burden of Xingchen Sect and go to see Sister Tianxuan."

Although Yuheng's persuasion was very good, Chu Zhao knew that it was not entirely true.

Xu Xuan still has a glimmer of hope, and there is no reason for Xu Quan to give up his life at this time.

There must be some special reason.

As smart as Chu Zhao was, he immediately guessed the answer based on Xu Quan's reaction and what Qian Renxue said.

"Is it related to me?"

Yuheng remained silent and shook her head. She really didn't know much.

Chu Zhao also knew that he couldn't get much information from her, so he had to leave.

He went to the place where he had just fought with the Rakshasa God. The battlefield there had been cleaned up, and there was not a trace of breath left.

"There aren't many people who can clean up the battlefield so cleanly and still have a grudge against me."

Chu Zhao looked up at the sky, the words "Ashura God" were already on his lips.

"It's almost the end, and you still won't let me go."

"It just so happens that I don't want to let you go either."

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Douluo Continent is neither big nor small.

Chu Zhao planned to use an enlarged version of the Star Sect's protective formation, which he could almost copy.

But she wants to use seven human eyes and seven foundations to set up the formation. Seven people are easy to choose, as there are already more than a dozen people above level 99.

Of the seven locations, Chu Zhao ultimately chose Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, Wuhun City, Moonlight City, the Lake of Life in the Star Forest… and even the Holy Emperor Village, which no one would have thought of.

In Shenghuang Village, the small wooden house built by Chu Zhao himself more than 20 years ago is still there. After careful maintenance, it has not become more dilapidated, but it has not been renovated either.

Everything seems to be the same as before.

"This is where I lived when I was a child. Not far ahead is Tang San's home. At that time, I didn't know that they and I were destined to be enemies."

Chu Zhao took Qian Renxue into the house where she lived in her childhood.

She lived here every day from the age of three to six.

From the age of six to twelve, she seldom came back, only staying once or twice a year.

After the age of twelve, she hardly ever set foot there.

The house was still the same as before, with a leak in the roof, and people with good eyesight could see the starry sky while lying in bed.

But that small bed, which was less than 1.5 meters long, could no longer accommodate her.

"Did you live in a place like this when you were a kid?"

Qian Renxue followed Chu Zhao and sat on the small bed. She looked up and saw the leaky ceiling, which made her feel distressed.

When she met Chu Zhao, she was already a wealthy woman, so she never thought that Chu Zhao had lived such a hard life.

Now that she thinks about it, she was misled by Chu Zhao's optimism.

Chu Zhao has lived alone since he was three years old, and his living environment is definitely not good.

"In fact, the place I lived in was just a little worse. At that time, my most important thing was to survive. It didn't matter if I lived in a worse place. I just regarded it as a way to cultivate the spirit of endurance and hard work."

When Chu Zhao was talking about some things from the past, someone not far away outside had already exposed her secrets.

"Our Saint Emperor had a miserable childhood. When we picked her up, she was only three years old. She was seriously injured and had lost her memory. All her family members were gone."

"At that time, we all thought that she would not live long. My family was not well off, so we could only send her porridge twice a day to prevent her from starving to death."

"She was very successful at such a young age. She was not even six years old. She collected herbs every day to exchange for money to have the doctor treat her illness. She managed to cure all her injuries and actually survived."

Old Jack, who was acting as a tour guide outside, led people to the cabin while talking about the same topic every day for ten years.

The main theme is how pitiful Chu Zhao was when he was a child, and how hard he worked. The beginning was very normal, but later on, he started to exaggerate.

"How could I not know? When I was a kid, I was often bullied by kids from other villages. I had a stern face every day when I was a kid. Who would dare to bully me?"

"How could I not know that I went out to sell medicine and was bullied and almost beaten to death?"

"Why is he getting more and more outrageous? What is going on?"

Chu Zhao was amused by Old Jack's exaggeration, but he was not too angry. He was mostly happy.

"He's outside the house now, do you want to go meet him?"

Qian Renxue really wanted to meet this old Jack, so she asked.

But Chu Zhao shook his head.

"Just look at it secretly. There's no need to go face to face."

"When I appeared in front of him, he was surprised, but more of it was fear and trepidation."

"After I turned twelve, he guessed that I had made extraordinary achievements and could have been a spirit master long ago, so he began to be in awe of me. I didn't want to see that, so over the years, I only gave him gifts and didn't spend time with him face to face."

Sometimes you don't necessarily have to meet each other, it's enough to know that each other is doing well.

Although the communication between Chu Zhao and Qian Renxue was normal, people whose soul power was not strong enough could not hear or sense it.

But at this moment, old Jack, who had been talking incessantly outside the house, stopped and looked into the wooden house in a trance.

A tourist asked Old Jack what happened. Old Jack rubbed his eyes and smiled:

"Maybe my eyes are blurry. I feel like this cabin has come alive, as if it has welcomed its owner."

“It would be nice if it were true.”

Everyone else was saying that he had seen it wrong, that he was overthinking, that the cabin would not come alive, but Old Jack just smiled.