Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1372 - 662: The True Body’s Whereabouts

"Once I become completely numb and even develop a sense of identification, I will completely sink. By then, Jiang Chen will easily devour my consciousness and resurrect in this world using my body."

After Fang Cheng finished speaking, he fell silent, as if still digesting the thrilling encounters of that night.

The sports car roared as it drove onto a tree-lined road.

Dappled shadows passed over the windshield, rendering his expression in varying shades of light and dark.

Fang Cheng listened quietly, then asked:

"Jiang Chen’s Divine Soul has already been destroyed by me. Could he have other means of resurrection?"

Cheng Jiashu turned the steering wheel, overtaking the truck ahead, his expression serious as he nodded:

"Although you dismantled his Ten Thousand Ghosts Corpse Array that night and destroyed a residual soul of his, the old fiend’s consciousness will never vanish so easily."

"You must know, Jiang Chen is an old monster who has lived for over two thousand years. His nature is cautious to the extreme, and he never puts all his eggs in one basket."

"Even if he plans to possess someone, he would never bet all his Divine Soul, choosing to go all in. He surely retains a strand of the Life Essence Spirit, hidden in his true body, as his last trump card for protection and comeback."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

In his mind, fierce scenes from half a year ago at Ren’an Hospital flashed.

The destructive power that old monster displayed at the time greatly shook his worldview.

Simply possessing the frail body of an ordinary elderly patient, it could withstand the concentrated firepower of the army, enduring bombardment.

Until the body was blasted into a pulp by missiles continuously fired from armed helicopters, the turmoil was temporarily quelled.

Back then, Gao Jin and two other Special Search Team members examined the leftover remnants, also believing he wasn’t dead, but just played a trick of shedding his shell, successfully escaping.

"Jiang Chen targeted me, choosing me for possession because of the bloodline connection between us."

Cheng Jiashu continued, his voice deepening:

"He is our Cheng Family’s distant ancestor from the Yu Dynasty era. And I, happen to be his fifty-second direct descendant alive."

"Back then, he followed the Emperor’s decree, leading an army to annihilate the martial arts figurehead, Gufeng Temple. Ostensibly, it was under the guise of exterminating Buddhism, but actually, it was to seize a major Buddhist treasure hidden in Gufeng Temple."

"Legend has it that this treasure can open the door of time and space, allowing one to cross to the other side and enter the infinite blissful Western Paradise as recorded in Buddhist Scripture. Moreover, acquiring it grants the power to overturn the entire Great Yu Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, a strange color flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes, suddenly connecting to something.

In the car, the air conditioning vent hissed out cold air.

Cheng Jiashu gazed at the asphalt road stretching ahead, his eyes slightly glazed, as if his thoughts traveled back to the ancient battlefield of two thousand years ago:

"Jiang Chen brutally interrogated the then abbot, but to no avail. He simply massacred, and the entire Gufeng Temple became a river of blood, corpses piled like mountains."

"As the slaughter reached its end, he appeared to receive a mysterious summoning and discovered a giant Buddha statue several tens of meters high behind Gufeng Temple. Underneath the statue was a palace being suppressed."

"He immediately ordered his soldiers to destroy the mountain and statue, forcefully breaking the seal. But this action, in the end, opened a door connecting to the Netherworld. A bone-chilling black mist surged out from the Underground Palace, instantly eroding everyone’s flesh and mind present."

"Jiang Chen and his thousands of soldiers under him all transformed into ghastly ghouls..."

As Cheng Jiashu recounted the tale, the luxury sports car had entered the city’s edge.

Traffic gradually gathered, the roar of engines and blaring horns weaving into the ears.

The driving speed of the sports car also had to slow, moving and stopping with the tail lights ahead.

"That story, I remember you telling me during our third meeting."

Fang Cheng rested his elbow on the car window, looking at the increasingly bustling view outside, his tone flat as he continued.

"Yes."

Cheng Jiashu acknowledged with a nod, hands continuously working the steering wheel, changing lanes and overtaking:

"What I told you before was from the perspective of an observer, fragments seen in dreams. But this time was completely different; it was my true nightmare experience."

He gave a bitter smile, continuing:

"After Jiang Chen became the Ghoul King, he went everywhere harming life. Eventually, several noble families joined forces to besiege him. His body was destroyed on the spot, his soul dispersed and sealed back in the Underground Palace, suppressed again by the statue."

"But in fact, the body destroyed back then wasn’t his true self. His Life Essence Spirit remained unharmed. That old fox had foreseen this day and prepared beforehand a means of escape."

"But in fact, the body destroyed back then wasn’t his true self. His Life Essence Spirit remained unharmed. That old fox had foreseen this day and prepared beforehand a means of escape."

"How do you know such secrets from two thousand years ago so clearly?"

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, asking.

"Because our Cheng Family’s elder ancestor appeared continuously in the dreams of his descendants for these two thousand years."

Cheng Jiashu gripped the wheel tightly, his fingers slightly tense:

"Through dreams, he bewitched us, manipulating us to work for him secretly."

"Originally, Cheng Family was just an inconspicuous small family, rising step by step to become a Top Gate Valve, enjoying centuries of glory, ultimately declining, dissolving, even to the point of fading, all thanks to this ancestor’s work."

Speaking of this, his face darkened, gritting his teeth, eyes clearly showing hatred.

A red light glowed ahead.

Cheng Jiashu then braked, stopping steadily at the intersection, then continued:

"Last year, a massive explosion occurred at West Mountain, completely damaging the Underground Palace seal. Once again, he used his usual trick to enter my dreams, attempting to tempt me with great power to work for him as a servant."

"I went along, pretending to compromise and feigning alliance with him, taking the opportunity to acquire knowledge about spiritual cultivation, understanding past events."

"But in my heart, I was very clear that this guy was up to no good, always guarding against him."

"Of course, the secrets of his true form were initially just conjectures I pieced together from various clues."

"Initially, I didn’t dare fully confirm, but his urgent choice of me as a resurrection vessel thoroughly validated my conjecture."

Cheng Jiashu turned his head toward Fang Cheng, a spark of light in his eyes:

"This also became the biggest flaw exposing the location of his true form."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng’s eyes similarly sparkled:

"So, you’ve already found the specific location?"

Cheng Jiashu nodded strongly, his tone carrying confidence:

"In a spot left behind by Jiang Chen years ago. After being discharged, I secretly went to investigate twice, now basically confirmed."

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, expressing doubt:

"Gufeng Temple’s archaeological site? Wasn’t that place long taken over by the military, becoming West Mountain Forbidden Area’s core defense line?"

Cheng Jiashu’s lips curled into a mysterious smile:

"Today, I personally drove to pick you up, to take you there. Once you arrive, you’ll understand everything."

The signal light turned green, and the engine revved again.

He offered no further explanation, pressing the pedal to the floor.

The silver sports car emitted a low growl, merging into the fast lane.

Then, against the slightly western sun, raced toward the undulating direction of West Mountain, several kilometers away.