Past life sage: This life a dual cultivator

"You little bastard", one of the old guard shouted. His figure flashed and along with other guard, he pounced towards Zhan Chen. A glint appeared on Zhan Chen's eyes as he saw both the old guards coming towards him. 

Even before forming his pseudo soul, he was capable of handling peak stage true essence realm experts. But using his spiritual energy would have put strain on his soul as his soul was heavily injured because of the past life war.

Now the things were different as he had already formed a pseudo soul. Moreover, it was a pleasant surprise for him when he discovered the soul healing property of his Yang energy.

It was no longer difficult to handle a peak stage true essence realm expert. He decided to use a soul attack when the peak stage True essence realm guards of the Ye Lang came closer to him. A killing intent appeared on his eyes as he looked at the approaching guards of Ye Lang.

He was fully prepared to kiil both of the True essence realm experts but a sudden change happened in the surrounding.

Sound of bricks falling came as the entrance of guest palace broke apart. A large hand came from the broken entrance and swiftly caught both of the old guards.

"Just some minor True essence realm trashes and yet you dare to harm the members of my Zhan clan. This king has no planning to appear yet you have forced my hand. So be it. You two will be the first sacrifice for atoning my sins. As a sinner of Zhan clan, I must butcher every enemy of my Zhan clan to atone for my sins", a hoarse voice with a tinge of ancient feeling came out from the distant sky.

"Ancestors, please accept these small sacrifices. This sinner will butcher anyone who dare to harm our remaining members. I will guard this family till the end of my pathetic life", the ancient voice spoke solemnly. His voice was grand and majestic. Everyone present could feel the determination of the owner of the ancient voice.

"Senior, please show mercy", the two old men shivered after they heard the words of the mysterious expert. Their bodies were shivering but they had no power to push away the large hand.

"Puchi", the large hand clenched it's fist and two bodies burst apart into bloody mesh. After killing the two old men, the lage hand went out of the hall and disappeared into nothingness.

"Senior, thanks for your assistance", Zhan Chen bowed his head. He was a proud person but he had deep respect for such persons who could give their life to protect their loved ones. He had seen such persons in the final hours of his past life and now he found another one who had such determination. Moreover, from the looks of the things, this mysterious person seemed like an ancestor of their Zhan family.

"All Zhan family members, kneel down. We must thank senior for his assistance", the eldest aunt of Zhan family commanded. All the Zhan family members knelt down and paid their respects to the mysterious expert.

The mysterious senior didn't speak another word again but everyone knew that no one could find trouble with the Zhan family from now on. Their behaviour also grew more respectful towards the Zhan family members.

The Zhan family arranged a large banquet for everyone present. The jubilant night was restored after the Zhan family guards cleaned up the messy floor. 

"Who has invited this Ye Lang?", Zhan Chen looked towards his big sister. The Ye family members were acting overbearing earlier. So, he decided to find out the cause of trouble.

"No one has invited him. He has come on his own accord. He followed after big sister Ting and her family members when they started their journey towards our Red cloud city", Zhan Qingyue spoke with an angered voice on her tone.

"But it is fortunate that little Chen is more powerful. Otherwise, I don't know what to do to that arrogant boy", Zhan Qingyue added further. Her little heart had stopped for a moment when Zhan Chen confronted Ye Lang.

"Why is that Ye Lang so hostile towards me? I can't recall if we have any previous grudge?", Zhan Chen asked with confusion in his voice.

"Obviously it is for sister Ting's junior sister. Have you forgot that her Mo family has a marriage agreement with our Zhan family?", Zhan Qingyue rolled her eyes.

"Marriage agreement?", Zhan Chen became stunned for a moment. An uncomfortable memory resurfaced in his brain.

A small girl with two playful bangs on her head appeared inside his mind. In his memory, that girl was chasing after his smaller version to beat him up. "That barbarian girl", Zhan Chen muttered as he somehow understood the crux of this matter.

"Who are you calling barbarian?", Mo Ting yelled out after hearing the muttering of Zhan Chen. Zhan Qingyue giggled after seeing the lost expression of Zhan Chen.

"Liittle Chen, Qingxian is no longer that little girl who loved to beat you around. She is now the topmost beauty of the Green mist city. She has countless admirers and this Ye family brat is one of them", Zhan Qingyue spoke with a smile.

"That little barbarian has admirers?", Zhan Chen felt confused as he couldn't imagine how a hauty little girl could become a beauty in five years.

"You will know when you see her. Moreover, you shouldn't tell the word barbarian infront of her. Otherwise, she will beat you up again", Mo Ting spoke.

"Little Chen, you have managed to beat Ye Lang but you shouldn't provoke your future wife. She has already reached the True essence realm after entering the Xuantian hall of Green mist city", Zhan Qingyue reminded Zhan Chen.

"Oh, interesting. Let's see if she dare mess with me after I see her again", Zhan Chen smiled. He could recall the words of that little girl. "I will marry you when you can beat me in a fight. Otherwise, yo can forget about marrying me".

"Zhan Chen, are you going to the grand sect competition?", Mo Ting asked.

"Grand sect competition?", Zhan Chen recalled Shen Ruyan speaking about it. "I have yet to decide but most probably I will go", Zhan Chen replied. He also wanted to see the power level of the top factions of Northern desert continent.

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