Dragon-Marked War God Chapter 3046: I Believe He Will Come Back

“Elder Sister Zhu, why are you...”

Yu Qinglong observed Jiang Zhu with a perplexed expression. It was entirely unexpected to see her dissolve into tears, acting as vulnerable as a child. Jiang Zhu remained silent, caught in a wave of sorrow, leaving Yu Qinglong baffled and uncertain of how to comfort her.

A storm of conflicting emotions—astonishment, fury, joy, and turmoil—raged within Jiang Zhu. When the name Jiang Chen had left Yu Qinglong’s lips, her composure had shattered completely. She had clung to hope for years, praying for word of him, fearing that his silence might eventually push her to abandon life itself.

She had lacked the courage to even speak his name, terrified that the crushing weight of her yearning would overwhelm her. Yet, he was never far from her thoughts. Despite the vastness of the Divine World and the uncertainty of her path, she nurtured a lingering belief that their destinies remained tethered, promising a reunion if their hearts truly beat as one.

Time had slipped away like an unreturned arrow, a century vanishing into the void. Her spirit, shattered by grave injuries, had brought her to the brink of the afterlife. She had resigned herself to the belief that she would never behold Jiang Chen again, feeling abandoned by a world that offered no outlet for her profound loneliness and desperate longing. Ever since Jiang Chen departed the Immortal World, her soul had tethered itself to his journey. Her experiences in the Divine World had only confirmed how cruel and agonizing such a separation could be.

Still, she persisted, sustained by a single, immovable resolve: she was determined to locate her Little Chen, the sole occupant of her heart.

In reality, she was Wu Ningzhu, the woman whose devotion to Jiang Chen was absolute.

By all other accounts, she was simply Jiang Zhu, a woman whose every waking thought was consumed by the memory of Jiang Chen.

Jiang Zhu suddenly choked back her sobs. Anxious and trembling, she found herself paralyzed, unable to press Yu Qinglong for further details. She dreaded the possibility that the man he spoke of was not her Jiang Chen. This world was vast, and countless souls shared the same name. Despite a deep, intuitive tremor in her heart suggesting it was indeed him, the fear of another bitter disappointment kept her lips sealed.

“He carries a sword. It strikes with the grace of a dragon and the speed of lightning; they call it the Heavenly Dragon Sword.”

Wu Ningzhu murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

“Then it must be the man you have been searching for.”

Yu Qinglong drew a steadying breath, his demeanor turning grave. Though it seemed like a mere coincidence, he was suddenly convinced. He sensed that only a legendary, unparalleled talent like this Jiang Chen could possibly be worthy of such a flawless and ethereal beauty.

“A gifted, radiant maiden and an invincible warrior—there is no doubt that you two are fated for one another. Hahaha.”

Yu Qinglong offered a wry shake of his head. He found their connection difficult to fathom, yet he accepted that he could never hope to compare to the man who rightfully claimed Jiang Zhu’s heart.

“I am grateful for your honesty, Brother Yu. My true identity is Wu Ningzhu.”

“A name as beautiful as its bearer.”

“Destiny is a cruel master. Had I shared his name with you sooner, perhaps you would have been reunited long ago. Alas, I fear that is no longer within reach.”

Yu Qinglong remarked somberly.

A fresh wave of panic tightened around Wu Ningzhu’s heart. She demanded, her voice thick with dread:

“Why is a reunion no longer possible?”

“The Profound Connection Divine Palace organized a clandestine mission some time ago. While publicly deemed a private spiritual retreat, the Dan Elder confided in me that they were secretly investigating a Great Emperor’s tomb. Half a decade has passed, and not one disciple has returned. While the situation remains shrouded in mystery, five years is a long time indeed to survive such peril.”

Yu Qinglong explained, his expression grim.

“I know for a certainty that he will return!”

Wu Ningzhu declared, her teeth set in defiance.

Her radiant eyes glowed with an enchanting, heavenly luster. Yu Qinglong watched her with a pang of melancholy, realizing he was merely a passerby in her grand narrative. He couldn't help but hope that Jiang Chen might return, if only to fulfill the promise of her happiness.

The streets of Jile City thrummed with frantic energy and noise. Acting as a vital nexus for the Profound Connection Divine Palace, the city’s expansion was truly staggering. To Jiang Chen, the sheer density of the crowds was overwhelming.

He had to refine the Nine Supreme Saint Bones Pill, and he dared not delay. Success promised a massive surge in his cultivation, but failure would render all his trials meaningless. It was a singular, historic opportunity. With the Great Emperor’s skeleton, the Flower of Spirit, and the Purple Devil Taro already in his possession, he only needed to acquire a few minor components. Once those were secured, he would devote every ounce of his focus to the refinement process.

Deep within the Soul-Leaving Sect’s administrative hall in Jile City, a frost-faced elder huddled with two subordinates, whispering urgently.

“Move swiftly and alert the Sect Lord immediately. We cannot let him slip away again. He is the very murderer who slaughtered our young sect lord.”

“As you command, Master.”

The pair vanished at top speed, racing toward the heart of the Soul-Leaving Sect.

After spending three days gathering the final components in Jile City, Jiang Chen concluded that conducting the refinement here was impossible. The process would inevitably draw attention from powerful experts, and the finished Nine Supreme Saint Bones Pill would stir up chaos he could not afford to manage. He required a secluded, unreachable peak to complete his work in total isolation.

“The medicinal pill you intend to create seems to be of a rare and potent caliber.”

Xue Liang observed.

“I cannot risk working in Jile City. If the slightest interference occurs, the refinement will be ruined.”

Jiang Chen responded with a calm smile. They eventually discovered a desolate, nameless mountain, choked with withered brush and devoid of any sign of life. With no human presence for thousands of miles, Jiang Chen identified the perfect subterranean cavern to begin his arduous task, pouring every ounce of his concentration into the Nine Supreme Saint Bones Pill.

“Do not despair, little monkey. I will rip you from the jaws of that hellish nightmare. I have sworn to take the heads of both the Second and Third Palace Lords to avenge you. No one touches my brother and lives to tell the tale! Profound Connection Divine Palace, I will see you utterly destroyed.”

Gripping the Myriad Qi Caldron, Jiang Chen prepared himself. The success of this pill was his foundation. With its power, he would finally command the strength needed to challenge the Palace.

He understood the desperate urgency of rescuing Dragon Shisan, but a foolhardy charge would only lead to both their deaths. He had to be strategic; if he fell, there would be no one left to save his brother.

“Are you absolutely certain?”

“Without doubt, Palace Lord. I have tracked his movements, and I am certain he entered that cave. He appears to be on the verge of a momentous breakthrough.”

A man of imposing stature stood atop a distant ridge, scouring the mountainside with eyes burning with ancestral hatred. The death of his only kin had left a void of agony that only blood could fill. For a century, he had chased shadows, but now, he had found his prey. He savored the thought of tearing his enemy limb from limb until nothing remained but ash.

The Soul-Leaving Sect remained a dominant force in Jile City, and the unsolved murder of their young Palace Lord had long been a festering wound in their prestige. Now, the mask had finally slipped. They had unmasked Jiang Chen as the culprit, and they were ready to exact their brutal revenge.