Overriding the Heaven

0Both sides looked to make sure that Yang Wen had not returned. But even so, Jiang Panmeng still lowered her voice and said: "I heard from someone that when Deacon Yang was at its peak, he was a cultivator from Earth Origin Stage."    

    

Chu Yan acknowledged.    

    

There was indeed such a rule in Shattered Star Pavilion, and not all cultivators were disciples.    

    

When a part of the disciples reached a certain age and were certain that they had no hope of advancing, or that they were unable or unwilling to do so, they would be able to separate from their status as disciples and seek a job in the sect.    

    

This duty could be to take charge of the affairs of the Shattered Star Pavilion in the Subordinate Region, or to hold a certain position in the sect.    

    

It was very obvious that Yang Wen had stayed in the Earth Origin Stage for too long. As he grew older, his vitality began to decline, and after he felt that it was hopeless to advance, he took the initiative to become a deacon in the Shattered Star Pavilion.    

    

Jiang Panmeng continued: "The Deacon Yang was loyal to the sect, and everyone admitted to this point. After hearing that during one of the missions, he was heavily injured, which caused his cultivation to drop to the current Third level of the Pulse Condensation Stage, which caused his personality to become strange. But what's strange was that the senior and senior brothers and sisters who told me all of this were unwilling to say anything more, and only wanted me to feel it."    

    

"Senior Jiang also said so." Chu Yan expressed.    

    

"Sigh, I won't care. Although Deacon Yang doesn't talk much and doesn't pay much attention to people, this mission is not to get close to the deacons. As long as we can complete this mission safely, everything will be fine." Jiang Panmeng smiled.    

    

While the two of them were talking, Yang Wen had already returned.    

    

He did not stop and waved at the two of them, "Follow me."    

    

The two of them followed Yang Wen and walked a distance.    

    

Chu Yan realized that there were many people who were going the same way as them.    

    

When the group of about a hundred people arrived at a snowy area, they all stopped. It seemed like they were waiting for something.    

    

Chu Yan took this opportunity to observe them. When he saw the two deep wheel prints on the snowy ground, he immediately understood.    

    

Sure enough, as he had expected, after waiting for a short time, he heard a melodious ringing of a bell in the distance. A large carriage was approaching.    

    

The carriage was larger than what Chu Yan had seen in the past, it was probably more than twenty to seventy meters wide and its surroundings were sealed. What was most surprising was that the carriage did not have anything to pull, so it continued to move until it was in front of everyone before stopping.    

    

As for the surrounding people, even the mortals, they were not surprised by this and maintained a calm demeanor.    

    

"How did this —" Jiang Panmeng asked in confusion.    

    

"Formation." Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Chu Yan continued, "You have used an array to drive the carriage through the Plain Silver Valley, and under the condition of no one controlling the carriage, you have to pass through the entire valley accurately. The arrangement of the array is extremely exquisite, it is not an exaggeration to say that in the entire Southern Yun, or even the entire Yunao Kingdom, only the Shattered Star Pavilion can lay down such a array."    

    

After that, Chu Yan looked towards Yang Wen.    

    

Although there were no additional emotions on Yang Wen's face, his eyes revealed a look of approval and pride. It was clear that Chu Yan's guess was not wrong, and his praise to the Shattered Star Pavilion also made the old man extremely satisfied.    

    

"So that's how it is. I thought we were going to walk over there." Jiang Panmeng stuck his tongue out and laughed.    

    

While they were talking, everyone had already started boarding the carriages in an orderly manner.    

    

However, during this period of time, a few warriors had relied on their robust physiques to get on the carriage before the ordinary people.    

    

Ordinary people naturally wouldn't dare to fight with a martial artist, so they could only swallow their anger and let the martial artist go first.    

    

Seeing that, Jiang Panmeng's face revealed a resentful expression, and wanted to stop her.    

    

But at this time, Yang Wen coughed and stopped the other party's actions, "Don't meddle in other people's business."    

    

"But …" Jiang Panmeng wanted to refute her.    

    

"Do you want to disobey the deacon's orders?" Yang Wen swept a glance at her and his tone had already become stern.    

    

Jiang Panmeng clenched her fists, and then exhaled: "Yes."    

    

When Yang Wen got on the carriage, it was as if he had turned into an ordinary old man. No matter who it was that wanted to get on the carriage, he would not stop them.    

    

When the others saw that he was a skinny old man who seemed to be afraid of trouble, they immediately felt that he was easy to bully. In a short time, even more people intentionally or unintentionally pushed their way in front of him.    

    

In a short while, even Chu Yan and Jiang Panmeng were pushed to the back.    

    

If it was in the past, with someone being so unreasonable, Chu Yan would have already thrown him out.    

    

Forget about ordinary people, even if it were warriors, they wouldn't be so presumptuous in front of Chu Yan.    

    

Moreover, even if it was a cultivator, there was nothing to be afraid of.    

    

Not to mention whether they could win or not, even if their realms couldn't compare to it, nobody would dare to mess with someone like Chu Yan who was a Shattered Star Pavilion.    

    

But at that moment, Yang Wen seemed to have forgotten his identity, and it was as if he had forgotten his own identity as a cultivator. He shrank into the crowd, and allowed others to squeeze in, one after the other.    

    

Chu Yan didn't understand the other party's intention for a while, he only felt that this deacon was a little too afraid of things.    

    

By the time the three of them got on the car, it was already almost full.    

    

Fortunately, there were still a few seats near the back of the carriage. The three of them walked over and sat down.    

    

Regardless of whether it was Chu Yan or Chu Yan, it was their first time riding on a horse carriage driven by an array, or riding on a wagon together. There were mortals and warriors, this kind of experience was really hard to come by, and in an instant, they had forgotten about their previous unhappiness.    

    

Yang Wen, however, did not seem to be surprised by this. After getting on the carriage, he hid in a corner and rested with his eyes closed.    

    

The car moved on for half a day.    

    

For some reason, Chu Yan felt that during this process, the speed of the carriage seemed to be slowing down, and the temperature inside seemed to have dropped by quite a bit.    

    

He got up and walked to the back of the car, where there was a back door.    

    

Opening the curtains on the back door, Chu Yan looked outside and frowned.    

    

Jiang Panmeng, who was standing behind him, also saw the scene outside and could not help but exclaim: "What a big snow!"    

    

Outside the window, it was already a vast expanse of whiteness. Large snowflakes like goose feathers scattered down, as if the sky had leaked them.    

    

The color of the sky was also greyish lead. It was shockingly thick, as if it could fall down at any time.    

    

"The situation isn't right." At this time, the voice of the Deacon Yang came from behind the two of them.    

    

The skinny old man had somehow woken up at some point. At this moment, he was standing behind the two of them. His gaze was deep as he stared at the pure white snow.    

    

Chu Yan asked: "Deacon, normally speaking, how long will it take for us to pass through Plain Silver Valley?"    

    

"Normally, half a day would have passed, but now the snow is slowing down. If this goes on, it'll be hard for even two days." Deacon Yang said, "This snow is really a little strange, I have never seen it before, what's going on?"    

    

Chu Yan turned and looked into the carriage.    

    

As if feeling the influence of the heavy snow, an uneasy atmosphere started to unfurl within the carriage.