Chapter 1223: Chapter 1195: Rebuilding the Nether Army Base
Li Chen has disappeared.
No one knows where he has gone, but the people at the Palace of the Nether King are not worried about Li Chen, because during his disappearance, a message from him was sent. After receiving Li Chen’s message, Catherine no longer worried about him.
Because she knew that if something really happened to Li Chen, he would never hide it from them, or at least not from her.
Only by knowing Li Chen’s real situation could she better manage the current Palace of the Nether King.
After all, after experiencing a great battle, the Palace of the Nether King had really suffered heavy losses.
For ordinary people, such catastrophic loss would be unbearable. However, fortunately, after this great battle, the current Palace of the Nether King seemed to be more united.
Moreover, those allies who were initially superficial have also solidified their relationship considerably.
Many bonds are forged when fighting side by side.
Originally, those people from prestigious families or sects who looked down on the Nether Army. But, during that battle, they saw something in those with lesser cultivation that they did not possess.
A spirit unafraid of death, or perhaps the courage to sacrifice for a companion...
In fact, many of the allied forces were saved by the Nether Army warriors risking their lives, a debt not easily forgotten.
During this time, Third Grandpa and Fourth Grandfather both returned.
Upon seeing the devastating state of the Nether Army Base, they both looked saddened.
"Third Brother, Fourth Brother." Second Grandfather stood before the two elders, his expression tinged with sadness.
"Second Brother, we’re sorry." The two elders sighed deeply.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to come back, but they truly struggled to do so.
The strengths of both were not in combat, and after encountering Chu Songlan and He Baigang, they spent great effort to escape from their hands.
Later, they spent considerable time healing their injuries.
Moreover, their attackers seemed prepared, confronting new enemies soon after their recovery.
They only managed to break free and return not long ago.
However, returning, they faced a scene of devastation.
"No need to apologize, these were all well-planned against us." Second Grandfather shook his head, a bitter smile on his face.
"Those guys have been taken by the people from Hongmeng Pavilion, but that old rat Yun Canglong has escaped." Second Grandfather said.
Fourth Grandfather nodded: "I calculated that the Palace of the Nether King might face a catastrophe, but I didn’t expect it to be so tragic. It seems, in the end, human plans are no match for the will of fate."
The three remained silent.
After revealing his true strength, Bai Feihu is now considered one of the main pillars of the Palace of the Nether King.
As a Roar-level strongman, many in the Palace of the Nether King showed respect when they saw him.
It isn’t just respect for his prowess, but gratitude for the people he rescued during the great battle.
This old fox finally showed his tail, no longer hiding.
After a series of discussions with Catherine, the two reached a secret agreement, and subsequently, Zi Zhao also joined.
This made them, following Zi Zhao, the second truly close ally of the Palace of the Nether King.
The Palace of the Nether King was in reconstruction, while Linchuan remained unaware.
When the battle began, neither Li Chen nor Catherine informed Lin Yi and others.
Though aware that Lin Yi and the others had now reached the Earth level in cultivation.
But, given the circumstances then, even if Lin Yi joined the fight, with several Active-level participants, it would not have changed the outcome.
Moreover, if they were unintentionally noticed by the opponent’s strongmen, they could become pawns used against them. Hence, they couldn’t inform them.
Catherine and others were safe because of Bai Feihu’s protection, but if Lin Yi and others joined, who would protect them?
Therefore, they only learned about the events at the Nether Army Base nearly a week after the battle.
Upon learning that Li Chen had disappeared again, the women couldn’t sit still.
"That bastard! Didn’t we tell him? Not to do dangerous things again! Does he not care about his own life?" An Qin gritted her teeth as she spoke.
"Yes, brother-in-law has gone too far! The opponent is a Burning Heat level powerhouse, if something happened to him..."
"Alright, alright." Lin Yi interrupted the argument, shaking her head: "He likely had no choice. You need to understand, he’s not just a man, he’s also a leader. And as a leader, often one is not allowed to choose."
"Catherine has said it, he should be alright, probably healing..."
"But, if Brother Cheen is healing, why didn’t he tell us, but only contacted Catherine?" Wang Qianqian suddenly posed a question.
The question caught Lin Yi off guard as well.
An Qin and Lin Xiaoxiao’s faces also darkened, as if a thunderstorm threatened to erupt.
Just then, the doorbell of the villa suddenly rang.
The women’s faces lit with joy, but upon reaching the door, they found a somewhat somber old man standing outside.
"I can’t see through his strength," An Qin frowned: "But I’m certain this old man is no ordinary person."
Lin Yi nodded, just about to speak, when the old man spoke first.
"I’m one of Li Chen’s men, he sent me over," Shi Ying said calmly: "He’s currently in closed-door healing, unable to come out, so he sent me with a message; he’s alright, and will return as soon as he recovers."
"How am I supposed to trust you?" Lin Yi asked with a frown.
"You don’t need to trust me, Li Chen said that when you see this, you’ll understand," Shi Ying said, pulling a box from his robe.
The contents of the box raised Lin Yi’s eyebrows, and she nodded.
It wasn’t anything else but a box of water and a silver little fish.
Cold Pool Water and Silverfish.
...
Small village, in front of a house.
The young man on the bamboo chair gazed at the distant setting sun, his expression somewhat wistful.
"I didn’t expect Hongmeng Pavilion to step in so quickly. Seems they are serious this time."
With a bitter smile and a shake of his head, the young man on the bamboo chair showed a hint of helplessness: "This time, it seems we really have to play by their rules."