Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1136 - 339: Not All of Them Are Women?

With the old lady’s declaration, the playful glint in her eyes vanished. Chen Yan grasped the gravity and implied warning within her gaze. Chen Yan remained quiet for a spell, then drew a slow, deep breath and let it out deliberately. He met the old lady’s eyes with a calm demeanor: "You’ve orchestrated quite a number of things for me, haven’t you?" The old lady offered no verbal reply. Chen Yan let out a soft sigh, his mind working: "The initial arrangements were what you left behind after your 'demise'—that booklet, the Cultivation Technique, and the Li Huo Candle that held the East Sea Master." He paused before continuing in a low voice: "If your true intention was to keep me detached from the Domain Realm, you shouldn't have provided those items, unveiling such a novel world to me. Wouldn't it have been simpler to let me live out my days as a mere mortal, untroubled by these matters?" The old lady maintained her silence. Chen Yan pressed on: "Then, upon reaching Port City, I retrieved the valuables from the bank safe and took possession of the ring..." The old lady’s eyelid flickered slightly, and a soft sigh escaped her lips: "I never imagined that faced with a treasure trove, you would choose that particular item." "Hmm?" Chen Yan’s heart quickened. "What do you mean by that?" "Nothing at all," the old lady quickly dismissed, shaking her head. "Don't trouble yourself with conjecture. That old fellow Lin Qingquan, living next door, was also placed there by me." "I had surmised as much," Chen Yan chuckled. "In our world, authentic cultivators are exceedingly rare, let alone individuals hailing from the Domain Realm? It seemed that after I settled into that villa, someone like him promptly moved in next door—not only a cultivator but also from the Domain Realm. Moreover, I always harbored the feeling that the old man was subtly guiding me, extending assistance... Such uncanny coincidences are unheard of in this world. Jinling Prefecture is so vast, yet a cultivator from the Domain Realm coincidentally settles next door, takes a peculiar interest in me, and forms such an amicable relationship." The old lady’s expression remained utterly impassive—Chen Yan understood that with her cultivation as a Venerable Saint, if she intended to conceal something, not a single clue would betray her through her gaze or countenance. Indeed, her control was so absolute that even a mere Third Realm Cultivator would stand no chance of discerning her heartbeat or blood flow. "Therefore, there is one point I have consistently found puzzling," Chen Yan stated, looking toward the old lady with genuine confusion. "Your actions appear quite contradictory to me. You wished for me to remain uninvolved with the Domain Realm; even the Cultivation Technique you left was incomplete, omitting the method for cultivating the Primordial Spirit. You even alluded to me not pursuing the Primordial Spirit Technique of the Domain Realm. This incomplete Cultivation Technique you bestowed upon me only permits cultivation up to the Third Realm at most. Even as you reveal the truth now, you knew the moment I first entered the Domain Realm, yet you never sought me out. Old lady, if your genuine desire was to prevent my involvement with the Domain Realm, why then devise so many contingency plans? I possess the Cultivation Technique, and you even arranged for individuals to secretly safeguard me. And what about that ring! If you truly intended to deter me from coming to the Domain Realm, why consign that ring to the bank’s safe? Had you simply removed it, leaving it entirely out of my reach, wouldn't that have resolved all potential issues?" The old lady silently lit another cigarette, her gaze fixed on Chen Yan. "So, what is your current conjecture, my dear grandson?" "All of this... is connected to my father, Chen Jue, isn’t it?" Without a moment's hesitation, Chen Yan voiced his most significant hypothesis directly. "The protective measures you established for me were intended to equip me with some capacity for self-defense? My father, Chen Jue, caused a significant upheaval in the past? Thus, you remain concerned that I might encounter repercussions in the future?" The old lady took a slow inhalation of her cigarette. Enveloped by the wisps of smoke, her luminous eyes were obscured, rendering her expression unreadable. Chen Yan refrained from further inquiries, content to observe the old lady quietly, patiently awaiting her response. After an extended period, the old lady finally exhaled a weary sigh. Her gaze conveyed a subtle trace of emotion that genuinely surprised Chen Yan. It was… profound fatigue! This Saint Venerable, the progenitor of the Ghost Race, one of the Divine Spirits residing at the zenith of the Domain Realm, now displayed eyes brimming with exhaustion. "My dear grandson, it is not my intention to deceive or withhold information from you, but there are certain truths it is best you remain unaware of—ignorance, in this case, prevents karmic entanglement. Once you gain knowledge, the Heavenly Dao takes notice, and the resulting karma will inevitably pursue you." The old lady’s tone softened as she quietly explained, "With your current capabilities, you are simply unequipped to bear such karmic burdens." To her surprise, Chen Yan readily agreed: "Very well, I shall heed your counsel." The old lady regarded Chen Yan, a flicker of astonishment crossing her features.

Chen Yan simply shrugged his shoulders. "You are my grandma! The one who brought me up from when I was small, anyone in this entire world may wish me harm, but you are the one person I trust without reservation.

Furthermore, as a Saint Venerable, your position is elevated, your knowledge is vast, and your insight far surpasses anything I can possibly conceive.

Your decisions undoubtedly serve only to benefit me, bringing no detriment whatsoever.

I am not some defiant adolescent who would intentionally defy the family, uttering 'don't control me under the pretense of what's good for me' out of sheer pique."

What Chen Yan spoke was the absolute truth—his very own grandmother was a Saint Venerable! And she genuinely cared for him!

With such a monumental figure acting as a guardian, who wouldn't choose to leverage their influence rather than foolishly act out in rebellion?