Dashing Student-Chapter 646, The Shocking Origins of Chen Nan
If it were only this, it wouldn't be so bad!
More bizarrely, every time the bloodline was about to outline a specific position, it would suddenly tremble violently as if struck by lightning, then twist and collapse, as if an invisible hand was disrupting the heavenly secrets!
Chen Nan's hair stood on end, and his back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
He could clearly sense that in the distant northwest, an ancient and vast aura was awakening!
That aura was as deep as an abyss, with an unapproachable majesty, severing the bloodline sensing completely!
What was even more terrifying was that there was a familiar feeling hidden within this power, as if it was of the same origin as his bloodline, yet carried an unexplainable strangeness and rejection.
"Pfft—"
Suddenly, a mighty and irresistible force surged back along the bloodline connection.
Chen Nan felt as if he had been violently struck, his internal organs churned.
He let out a muffled groan, his knuckles turned white from gripping tightly, and a trickle of bright red blood slowly slid down from the corner of his lips, strikingly visible in the moonlight!
"What the hell is going on?" Chen Nan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
His fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the bloodstain in his palm shone with an eerie dark red under the moonlight.
"Where did that force come from?"
"How could it severely injure me from such a distance?"
He originally intended to find his maternal grandparents, fulfilling his mother's lifelong regret, to know the way she came!
But what he never dreamed of was encountering such bizarre and absurd events!
Without further deliberation, Chen Nan steadied his body, trembling as he took out his phone.
The cold light from the screen illuminated his pale face, his bangs soaked in cold sweat.
He quickly opened the map of China, continuously zooming into the northwestern region with his fingers.
Finally, his gaze fixed on a towering mountain range—the winding contours resembling a sleeping giant dragon, casting a deep shadow on the satellite map.
"This... how is this possible..." Chen Nan's pupils contracted violently, the phone nearly slipping from his hand.
He could clearly feel that the coordinates just pointed to this endless mountain range!
But what he found hard to believe was that this mountain range turned out to be China's number one sacred mountain—Kunlun Mountain!
"Kunlun Mountain is covered in snow all year round, with temperatures dropping to as low as minus thirty degrees Celsius, thin oxygen, and extremely harsh conditions..." Chen Nan murmured, various pieces of information about Kunlun flashing through his mind: "This place is simply not suitable for long-term human habitation, why would the bloodline guide me here?"
He stared firmly at the snow-covered area on the map, a terrifying thought suddenly flashing through his mind: Unless... who he's looking for is not an ordinary person at all!
"Mom... what on earth is your background?"
Chen Nan's voice trembled in the silent room, a bone-chilling coldness creeping up from his spine to the back of his neck, causing all his hair to stand on end.
Under the moonlight, he could clearly see a layer of goosebumps emerging on his arm, as if intimidated by some invisible force.
Although the truth was not yet fully revealed, the information gained at this moment was already shocking enough.
All clues pointed to an astonishing fact—his mother was by no means an ordinary person; there must be a background behind her that defies imagination!
"But..."
Looking down at his still trembling hands, a sense of powerlessness surged through Chen Nan's heart.
With his current cultivation, even if he knew his relatives might be in Kunlun Mountain, he could not possibly set foot in that myth-filled forbidden land.
"Hoo—"
He took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs, slightly calming his agitated emotions.
But the light in his eyes grew more intense, a complex expression of shock, longing, and fighting spirit.
"Could it be... that legendary immortals really exist in Kunlun Mountain?"
Once this thought emerged, it spread like wildfire in his heart.
As a Taoist Practitioner, he remembered his master once saying that there are still many hidden cultivators in the world, who hide in famous mountains and rivers, comprehending the Heavenly Dao through centuries.
And Kunlun... that is the ancestor of all mountains, the source of dragon veins, and has always been the supreme holy land in the hearts of cultivators!
"Let's not think about anything else for now, focus on improving cultivation, and head to Kunlun after reaching Foundation Establishment to explore."
Chen Nan's eyes were determined, setting a small goal in his heart!
He then silently recited the Scripture of the Hidden Talisman and entered his cultivation!
------
The next morning.
Golden sunlight spilled into the medical hall through carved window lattices.
Bai Zhi, wearing an elegant silk scarf, was busy in the kitchen.
She placed the millet porridge and a few delicate side dishes in front of Chen Nan, her fingertips inadvertently brushing his wrist.
"About the company..." she hesitated, finally sighing lightly: "I have to go back to handle some matters, I can't stay with you!"
"Go ahead, you don't need to worry about me here." Chen Nan showed a reassuring smile, though he also wished to be with his little aunt, he knew she had a lot of work.
At nine in the morning, Bai Zhi's red sports car disappeared around the street corner.
Chen Nan stood on the stone steps in front of the medical hall, watching the BMW car go far away.
The autumn wind swept a few sycamore leaves past his trouser leg, bringing up a slight rustling sound.
At this moment, a black nanny van slowly drove up and steadily stopped in front of the bluestone courtyard gate.
The car door slid open, Zhou Long nimbly jumped down, his black coat fluttering in the wind.
Behind him, two strong young men were cautiously carrying a long object wrapped in red silk.
"Mr. Chen, good day!" Zhou Long cupped his fists in greeting, a hint of reverence hidden in the corners of his smiling eyes.
He turned and signaled to his men to reveal the red silk, showing the yellow pearwood signboard glinting with an amber sheen underneath.
The gold-plated characters "Qingyun Temple" shone with the precipitation of time in the sunlight, each wood grain seeming to tell the ancient story of the millennia-old temple.
Chen Nan's fingers gently brushed the edge of the signboard, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
This seemingly unremarkable signboard weighed as much as bronze ware of the same size.
The two strong young men carrying it appeared strained, with sweat beads already forming on their foreheads.
"Thanks a lot, Brother Long!" Chen Nan exchanged polite words, then said: "By the way, I still need some medicinal materials, please help me purchase some from the pharmacy." He sent Zhou Long the list of medicinal materials he had compiled beforehand.
Preparing for the medical hall's opening was quite troublesome, and if Chen Nan did it all himself, it would definitely take a long time, which is why he asked for Zhou Long's help.
"Sure." Zhou Long readily agreed and then left with his two men in the car.
Chen Nan slightly spread the five fingers of his right hand, easily gripping the edge of the signboard.
With a slight bulge of his arm muscles, the 200-pound yellow pearwood signboard was lifted with one hand, as easily as picking up a feather.
He walked leisurely through the corridor, the bluestone slabs under his feet making slight sounds, the bamboo leaves on both sides swaying gently with the breeze he brought.
Reaching the backyard, Chen Nan flipped his wrist, and the signboard landed steadily, not stirring up any dust at all.
Sunlight filtered through the grapevine trellis, casting dappled light and shadows on the ancient signboard.
He casually picked up the fruit knife from the stone table, twirling it deftly in his palm.
In the next moment, his gaze became as sharp as a sword.
With quick flicks of his wrist, the knife tip moved like a dragon across the hard yellow pearwood, and the sound of the knife striking wood faintly echoed like the clash of metal and stone.
The three iron-like characters "Health Care Hall" gradually took shape.
Every stroke cut deep into the wood, the sharpness containing the smooth and round spirit of the Tao!
Updat𝓮d fr𝙤m ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com.
