Chapter - 6

"Huh..." Chen Yuan sat in silence for an extended time, his eyes squinting as he lost himself in deep thought.

 To be frank, he had no care which sect he joined, be it the Azure Sword Pavilion, the Crimson Flame Sect, or even the worst fringe of the Holy Sect; it made no difference to him.

What he cared about... was the Emperor Sect, or more to the point... the might the power behind it and Emperor clans that exist in backhand.

Since he had traversed this life, while both worlds are entirely different, the cultivation displays have been unequivocally the same, and it is through those displays that he has been aware of a singular thread, which ties him to the Immortal World.

Back then he only reached the Quasi God Emperor Realm before he forcibly broke through into the Immortal World (wild to think about those days now), and struck what he assumed was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the refinement of an Immortal Flame.

 It was a flame that was born of the very essence of creation.

And then he achieved the immortality Realm.

He should consider it a blessing.

Instead, it was the root causes of his downfalls in my previous life.

He had underestimated the will of the flame, and even more foolishly, the wrath of those true immortals watching over it.

 The flame was the mythical Fire of Creation; even immortals did not take lightly its existence. It was because of that fire that he had a second chance.

Without it, there would not have been reincarnation, nor would Chen Yuan be born into this life.

He remembered clearly…He was killed by Zenith Immortal Realm person, a crime too grave, a danger too unpredictable for them to allow him to live.

And in both lives, according to everything he had managed to piece together…

No one had truly ascended to the God Emperor Realm in the last hundred thousand years or to be precise in the current era, let alone been able to cross over into true immortals.

That was what he cared about now, not sects, not status, not power or fame.

But the path…The path to defy the heavens, and walking into the Immortal World.

He opened his eyes slowly, for he was calm, but sharp.

Chen Yuan looked at his sister and smiled lightly.

 "Sister, it's okay. Once I break through to the Spiritual Core Condensation Realm, I shouldn't have any trouble joining any of the branch sects."

He considered her for a moment and softened his gaze at her pale, slightly fatigued face.

"But most importantly… you are hurt. Let's not put this off any longer. Today, I will heal you so you can cultivate again." His voice was steady and firm, with an underlying confidence that caused her to blink in surprise.

Chen Yuan did not hesitate to say this.

 Now that he was at the seventh stage of Qi Gathering Realm, he was finally beginning to feel the Flame of Creation stir deep within his soul.

Though it was still very weak, perhaps even a spark of its previous might, it was beginning to awaken.

And that alone was sufficient.

He shut his eyes for a moment, feeling the ancient warmth, now delicately swirling in his dantian.

That flame that almost killed him once before, was now his greatest weapon.

Also, he also had a unique healing technique he developed, one he preserved from his previous life, developed by an Immortal Healer who he had killed.

With that flame and his method of cultivation, he was sure.

He would not only heal her injuries, but reshape her meridians, so improve her talent, so she could walk the path of cultivation again, stronger than before!

 He stood and gently held her hand.

"Come with me Sister. I won't let you suffer any more."

Chen Yue eyed her younger brother knowingly, with doubt and hope mingling in her gaze.

Her silence hung in the air briefly as she studied the expression on his face.

Finally, she quietly sighed and nodded.

"Okay then… Since my little brother says so, who's to say I shouldn't trust you?" she said softly, placing one hand gently on his cheek accompanied by a tired smile.

Her fingers felt cold, the skin pale. All those years buried beneath loss and suffering she struggled to contain as she looked at Chen Yuan, all the strife she wore like a vestige inside her own heart, felt like a distant memory as she caught a flash of the impossible scroll past his eyes.

"But tell me Yuan'er… where are we going?" she asked softly, though not without curiosity.

Chen Yuan reached out, grasping her hand firmly, and guided her to stand.

"We'll go to the back of the mountain, next to the spirit spring. It's quiet there, plus the elemental qi is thicker and ready for me to do what I need."

He paused for a moment and added with a slight grin. "And don't worry, Sister, but this time I will be the one protecting you."

"Really…?" she smiled softly, with a flicker of golden warmth in her eyes.

"Hmm..!" Chen Yuan nodded and offered a rare display of pride on his face.

To Chen Yuan, in this whole world, no, in all of existence, there were three people that mattered: his father, his mother, and his elder sister.

No matter what the heaven's fell or the earth cracked, he would do it for them, regardless.

As he looked straight into his sister's eyes, a strange calm engulfed his heart.

The past was filled with betrayals, regret, soaring heights and destructive falls, and all of that gave him realization.

In this life, he would not make those same choices.

And really... Chen Yuan had no trouble telling his sister the truth, that he was a reincarnated soul. He trusted his sister. Deeply.

And in any case, he figured that she'd find out about it sooner or later. What was the point of hiding any secrets from her?

"Sister... let's go." he said, quietly firm in his voice. He took a gentle hold of her hand, and they stepped out of the Chen Clan mansion.

The wind was light, and there was still a hint of dew in the air.

And when they reached the gates, the sunlight came spilling down like gold.

On the roof of the Chen Mansion, a tall man stood still, his long hair swaying softly in the breeze. His eyes were firm and proud, but kind.

He was Chen Xin, the current patriarch of the Chen Clan, and after all, he was the father of Chen Yuan and Chen Yue.

Next to Chen Xin was a graceful woman in light blue robes, looking over with maternal warmth, but also with quiet sorrow. She was Liu Roushi, mother of Chen Yuan.

Chen Xin looked down to the two figures now walking away, hand-in-hand. And smile formed on the face of the Chen Xin but there was worry also.