Overriding the Heaven

Most of the spirit energy that Jian Nan Tian gave back had already been absorbed by Chu Yan.    

    

However, this was after all, a celestial mood stage, and this place was not a sealed environment.    

    

At this time, the two Spirit Boat s flew straight towards Chu Yan, but they did not rashly approach him. Instead, they landed approximately ten kilometers away from him.    

    

Then, from the two Spirit Boat s, seven or eight of them came out, looking extremely alert.    

    

Chu Yan raised his eyelids, looked at the group of people, and then lowered his eyelids.    

    

Among this group, two of them were Earth Origin Stage.    

    

Judging from their clothing, they should be from a nearby family.    

    

Even though Chu Yan had killed Jian Nantian, he was not willing to reveal his identity, even if it was as a disciple of the sect.    

    

After all, the news of Jian Nantian being killed would be leaked out sooner or later.    

    

If Chu Yan revealed his identity here, even if it was only his identity as a Horizon Sect Disciple, unless he could kill off all of these seven or eight people, including the families behind them, his relationship with the dead Jian Nantian would be discovered sooner or later.    

    

That group of people hadn't angered him yet, and Chu Yan wasn't that murderous to go kill someone else's whole family.    

    

Right now, they didn't care about other people's business. It was good that they could maintain their current state.    

    

In any case, he had already absorbed most of the spiritual energy here, and after a while, he would be able to leave after picking up the storage bag of Jian Nan Tian.    

    

When Chu Yan was meditating again, the seven to eight cultivators that had descended from the Spirit Boat were looking around vigilantly.    

    

Among them, a young man who looked to be about twenty years old looked at Chu Yan and said to the middle aged man beside him: "Uncle, look over there. "Eh, middle-aged baldy."    

    

Upon saying those words, the young man was perplexed.    

    

He even rubbed his eyes and took a closer look.    

    

That was because he remembered that when he first looked over, the person meditating there seemed to be someone around his own age.    

    

How did he become a middle-aged baldy?    

    

The reason was very simple. In order to not reveal his appearance, Chu Yan used the Thousand Swords Demon Face.    

    

However, this youth did not know about this.    

    

After a closer look, he believed that he was seeing things.    

    

It was a bald head.    

    

It must have been because he had been practicing the gun fighting technique with a few concubines for such a long time that his vision had blurred just now.    

    

The middle-aged man he called uncle was also the leader of this group.    

    

He looked towards Chu Yan's direction and squinted his eyes slightly. After staring for a while, he nodded: "I got it. All of you look around to see if there are any clues.    

    

"The spiritual energy here is clearly much denser than in the surroundings, so there must have been some cultivators who perished."    

    

The youth asked curiously, "Uncle, what stage of cultivator died?"    

    

middle-aged monk took out a ruler from his chest.    

    

On the ruler, there were rows of scales.    

    

He raised the ruler in his hand and a ray of light rose from the bottom of the ruler. Then, it stopped on a scale.    

    

The young man went over to take a look, and curled his lips: "Only Level 1 of the Earth Origin Stage?"    

    

"What do you know!" middle-aged monk frowned and chided, "Move your mind and think carefully. It took us over half an hour to make it here. The spiritual energy here will surely dissipate.    

    

"Therefore, the spiritual energy here must be thicker than it is now."    

    

"So, uncle, you mean …" "What realm is it?" The young man asked carefully.    

    

middle-aged monk said with a face full of confidence: "It will not exceed the third level of Earth Origin Stage."    

    

"Uncle is wise!" The young man quickly gave a thumbs up and praised him, then he stealthily pointed in Chu Yan's direction and whispered to middle-aged monk: "Uncle, that person, how do you see him?"    

    

middle-aged monk slightly narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "We'll talk about it later. He won't be able to escape anyways, let's take a look at the situation first."    

    

"Alright." The young man nodded, and then took a deep breath, looking intoxicated.    

    

As Chu Yan meditated, he also paid attention to the group of people's actions.    

    

Although the opponent was still twenty kilometers away from him.    

    

However, in this wilderness, one had to be wary of others.    

    

The other party had the advantage in numbers, and amongst the two Earth Origin Stage s, there was one that was also at the third level as well.    

    

Chu Yan could avoid causing trouble, but that did not mean that those people did not have any bad ideas.    

    

After all, killing in the wild for a treasure was very common with a cultivator's senior sister.    

    

The group of people did not approach Chu Yan. Other than middle-aged monk, who had the highest cultivation realm, and a young man who did not move, the rest of them were spread out, holding strange rulers in their hands as they walked around.    

    

After around a quarter of an hour, Chu Yan saw that the scattered people had once again gathered around that middle-aged monk.    

    

Seeing the other party's action, Chu Yan muttered to himself.    

    

Most of the spiritual energy that Jian Nantian had returned to the world had been absorbed by him.    

    

The remaining portion was about ten to twenty percent of what it used to be.    

    

Even if he continued to meditate here, he wouldn't be able to absorb much.    

    

Rather than stay and cause unnecessary trouble, it was better to leave earlier.    

    

Thus, he stood up, planning on searching Jian Nantian's corpse for his spoils of war.    

    

But just at this time, the middle-aged monk among the group took a step towards Chu Yan and shouted: "Fellow cultivator, we are from a family nearby, is there anything that I can help you with?"    

    

Chu Yan looked at the other party: "Which family are you from, state your name."    

    

middle-aged monk suddenly became silent, and thought: "This guy looks young, but he's actually quite experienced in things."    

    

The reason he said that he was part of a nearby family was mainly to loosen Chu Yan's guard.    

    

The reason why he didn't register was to prevent the other party from retaliating.    

    

Just the fact that he was only announcing for the family and didn't sign up was enough to show that he had evil intentions in mind.    

    

Chu Yan laughed coldly in his heart, seeing that the other party did not respond, he decided to not bother with him anymore, and walked over to Jian Nan Tian's corpse and started to rummage through it.    

    

A storage bag, very good, now surnamed Chu.    

    

Yes, the long sword that Jian Nan Tian had brought with him was still in his hand even before his death. Now, it was also surnamed Chu.    

    

Jian Nantian's robe was also a defensive spirit artifact.    

    

It was a pity that the Life Severing Sword Formation had completely destroyed it, and now even the value of materials could not be reclaimed.    

    

When the group saw Chu Yan starting to search the corpses and sweep the battlefield, they became anxious.    

    

On one hand, they wanted to know exactly what had happened in the early hours of the morning. On the other hand, they also wanted to take this opportunity to see if there were any unexpected gains.    

    

From the looks of it, the harvest was right in front of them. If they didn't take the initiative, they might not be able to get anything else.