Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 952 - 478_2

In the corner of the painting, two figures stood quietly watching from afar, seemingly the instigators of all this.

"I can’t understand it, is it a scene of some ritual failure?"

Bai Ling asked in confusion.

"Cousin, your painting is a bit abstract..."

Pan Wendi scratched his head, feeling equally puzzled.

Fang Cheng’s pupils slightly constricted.

The altar in the painting was exactly like the bone altar he saw in the Xuanzhen Mystic Realm.

Even the twisted human face bore some resemblance to Xuanzhen.

"The scenes Chu Qiao painted, I’ve seen them."

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then simply explained a bit about what happened in the Xuanzhen Mystic Realm.

Pan Wendi and Bai Ling understood upon hearing this.

Lin Chuqiao rubbed her forehead to relieve the tension after using her ability, then sighed:

"It seems my premonition was right, while we were dealing with Xuanzhen’s physical form, another group found his lair used for anchoring the Divine Soul."

Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed, staring at the paper with the two blurred figures, asking:

"Could it be my uncle and Professor?

"It’s possible."

Lin Chuqiao nodded slightly, but her brows furrowed in confusion:

"However, when I used my ability just now, it seemed the heavens were obscured, and I couldn’t see clearly what they look like, I could only draw a rough image."

"But there’s one thing that can be confirmed."

Her eyes darkened, and she spoke with certainty:

"Xuanzhen’s energy hasn’t completely dissipated, he likely still retains a trace of residual spirit."

Pan Wendi realized:

"Are you saying Xuanzhen has a hiding place in the real world too?"

"It should be."

Lin Chuqiao nodded, her fair fingers gently tracing the outline of the altar on the paper:

"The Secret Realm is a spiritual fortress, but it needs a physical container, and the altar and blood pool are likely the anchoring points for Xuanzhen’s Divine Soul."

Saying this, she looked up, her gaze turning to Fang Cheng, eyes filled with gravity:

"But this place should have been destroyed by those two mysterious figures, without the Secret Realm, and losing the anchoring point in reality."

"Xuanzhen’s only chance of survival might be the people he once controlled spiritually."

"So, he might still be alive?"

Bai Ling’s eyes widened, suddenly becoming tense.

"Not certain."

Lin Chuqiao shook her head, a trace of fatigue appearing between her brows, she rubbed her temples:

"It might just be a lingering Spiritual Mark, but it’s better to be cautious."

Fang Cheng nodded, leaning back against the chair, not speaking further, his mind flooded with thoughts.

Resolving Xuanzhen’s possession issue, ensuring he was completely eliminated, they had been busy for almost four hours,

First, they watched as the Chen Family turned Chen Hongye’s body into ashes.

At the same time, they supervised the monks at Cui City Temple hosting the water and land ritual to transcend the souls.

Later, Fang Cheng, not completely assured, checked each Chen Family member present to confirm no anomalies.

By midnight, they reached the hospital with Chen Xu’an, continuing to check those hospitalized due to Black Magic.

With Xuanzhen dead, the Black Magic was naturally lifted.

Those people, though physically weak, all regained their sanity, upon checking, there were no issues.

Theoretically, the matter should be settled.

But Fang Cheng always felt something was off.

Ever since encountering Jiang Chen, that demon-like figure, he dared not underestimate monsters like Xuanzhen.

After all, since Xuanzhen could possess Chen Hongye’s body.

Who could guarantee he didn’t attach his residual spirit to another Chen Family member when the Secret Realm was destroyed?

During previous encounters, the ancient monster easily controlled over a dozen Chen Family members, including those with awakened bloodline abilities and experts.

Fang Cheng knew dealing with such formidable enemies required a thorough approach, like the autumn breeze sweeping away leaves, ensuring there was no chance of resurgence, even digging up ancestral graves if necessary.

Thus, he shared his concerns with Lin Chuqiao, who then used her predictive power to verify if Xuanzhen was truly dead.

This was why they were still at the hospital early in the morning.

Nearby, Bai Ling sipped from a thermos cup, while Pan Wendi idly flipped through his phone.

Lin Chuqiao sat opposite, chin propped in her hands, seemingly contemplating the issue as well.

"But speaking of which."

Pan Wendi suddenly put down his phone, touched his chin, looking at Fang Cheng:

"If Chen Xu’an brings people later, and there’s still no sign of any anomaly, are you going to wipe out the Chen Family to eliminate future threats?"

Fang Cheng heard this and glared at him:

"Do you think I’m a born killer?"

"You can’t be sure."

Pan Wendi smirked: "After all, you’ve taken down quite a few enemies already."

"That’s called self-defense retaliation."

Fang Cheng defended himself and ignored Pan Wendi.

Lin Chuqiao lifted her head at this moment, her gaze falling on Fang Cheng, eyes gentle yet firm:

"Brother Cheng, don’t worry. Since Father’s matter involves Xuanzhen and that organization called Ideal Land, I’ll assist you, help you get to the bottom of it."

"Brother Cheng???"

Pan Wendi shivered dramatically, making exaggerated expressions:

"Wow, Cousin, your words... I’m getting goosebumps, isn’t it too mushy?"

Bai Ling stifled a laugh beside him, keeping her head down, not daring to speak.

Lin Chuqiao’s cheeks instantly turned slightly red, she glared at Pan Wendi in shame and anger:

"Can you be serious?"

"Aren’t I serious?"

Pan Wendi responded seriously:

"I’m just worried you two might get too lovey-dovey, and Bai Ling and I are embarrassed as third wheels..."