The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3230 - 3225: The Path of Unstoppable Progress_1

Yang Chen sensed the authenticity of it all too keenly and harbored no doubts whatsoever.

Likely, no other person knew this sensation as intimately as he did.

In his pursuits while fleeing from the Grand Abyss Palace, he had dashed across the Heavenly Dao of numerous star domain interfaces, growing accustomed to the eerie watchfulness of the Heavenly Eye. Indeed, the vast majority of mighty cultivators detected nothing when scrutinized by the Heavenly Eye.

Yet Yang Chen stood apart.

Through repeated detections by assorted Heavenly Eyes and relentless pursuits from the Grand Abyss Palace's elites, he had sharpened an acute awareness over time.

He remained convinced that from the instant he stepped into the Nine Dragons World, an unseen gaze via the Heavenly Eye had tracked him without pause.

At the outset, however, neither he nor Broken River and his companions dwelled on this possibility. Thus, they ventured into the interface without caution.

After all, the Heavenly Dao governing the Nine Dragons World fell under Heavenly Melody Mountain's dominion.

Furthermore, the method to connect with the Heavenly Eye remained a closely guarded legacy from Pasara Ancestor of the Grand Abyss Palace, inaccessible even to Heavenly Melody Mountain.

Who could suspect such a thing?

Yet reality proved far removed from their assumptions.

"This Nine Dragons World holds real intrigue..." Yang Chen murmured inwardly: "It seems far more complex than I imagined."

Under the scrutiny of this Heavenly Eye, focusing on cultivation eluded him, and he realized that should the foe persist in observing via the Heavenly Eye, every action of his lay exposed.

Therefore, feigning ignorance became essential now.

Yang Chen acted oblivious and prepared to resume his intense cultivation session, yet in that moment, he extended his divine soul and detected something intriguing.

He swung the door wide, catching the sound from a modest courtyard a few yards away, where a youth gripped a long spear, drilling spear forms with lids shut tight.

As his form flowed to and fro, a subtle grace seemed to infuse the motions.

Suddenly, Yang Chen's curiosity piqued. The youth was none other than Liu Feng's offspring, Liu Hen, glimpsed earlier.

Liu Feng clearly pinned great expectations on his boy, yet neither Broken River with his two allies nor Yang Chen held lofty views. Hence, when Liu Hen had emerged before, the quartet spared him scant notice.

Though the lad's aptitude shone decently, it fell short of qualifying for the Three Great Factions. Even more so for apprenticeship under them.

What drew Yang Chen's attention this time, however, lay not in Liu Hen's talent—which failed to impress—but in the spear form he wielded, its vibrant spirit and keen edge evoking Yang Chen's own relentless drive from his homeland.

Pressing onward, hungering for power.

Though the youth grasped only the surface of the spear technique, the direction he pursued aligned perfectly with its true path.

"This kid shows real promise in the spear's way," Yang Chen reflected silently.

Drawn perhaps by his own history with spears, Yang Chen lingered, casting several extra looks.

Despite his Qi showing no ripples, it wasn't long before Liu Hen noticed him by chance.

He swiftly stowed his spear form and, spotting Yang Chen, uttered anxiously, "Sen--senior!"

He understood full well that Yang Chen hailed from the Three Great Factions as a formidable figure, whose offhand remarks could upend all of Blackstone Ancient Castle, so he refrained from any boldness.

"Lord Yang Chen, forgive me if my boy has slighted you somehow. I'll discipline him at once," Liu Feng rushed over promptly. Mistaking the stir for his son's misstep against Yang Chen, he launched into reprimands right away.

Liu Hen paled in fright, convinced he'd somehow irked Yang Chen.

But Yang Chen lifted a hand: "Fellow Daoist Liu Feng, ease your mind—Liu Hen hasn't offended me at all. His spear work simply drew me over!"

"Th-this... Lord Yang Chen, you jest too kindly. How could my son's crude spear skills merit your esteemed gaze?" Liu Feng chuckled uneasily.

Yang Chen replied calmly, "Liu Hen, what led you to the spear's path? Few tread it these days!"

"I... The spear's way embodies directness and resolve," Liu Hen answered haltingly, his grasp half-formed and muddled.

Yang Chen's smile widened at that: "So that's your motivation for this road?"

Liu Hen faltered, unsure how to respond.

As Liu Feng moved to interject, Yang Chen halted him.

"Let Liu Hen ponder it at length—I'm in no rush," Yang Chen stated.

By now, Liu Feng discerned Yang Chen's interest in his son.

Excitement stirred in his chest, yearning for Liu Hen to meet Yang Chen's approval. Though Yang Chen ranked lowest in cultivation among Heavenly Melody Mountain's four and appeared modest in rank, such favor from him promised immense fortune for the boy.

In this instant, Liu Hen seemed resolved and clenched his jaw: "My own path mirrors the spear—direct, resolute, and unstoppable."

"Hahaha, splendid—'direct, resolute, and unstoppable.' Few words capture the spear technique's core, a truth scarce few grasp," Yang Chen praised warmly.

Along his journeys, he'd encountered precious few masters of the spear's way, and even rarer those who fathomed its heart.

How many could embody the spear's unyielding, unstoppable spirit?

This youth had touched something deep within him.

"Hold fast to that pure drive, and in due course, you'll forge real accomplishments here," Yang Chen encouraged.

"Senior, do you follow the spear's way too?" Liu Hen inquired hesitantly.

Yang Chen inclined his head slightly.

Liu Feng signaled his son at once.

Quick on the uptake and sharp-minded, Liu Hen dropped to his knees without delay: "Please take me as your disciple and guide me in the spear's way."

Witnessing Liu Hen's formal bow as a student, Yang Chen—though anticipating it—chuckled all the same.

"Throughout my days, I, Yang Chen, never seriously considered mentoring anyone. Yet our paths crossed today by destiny's hand. Since you've asked, I'll offer you an opportunity. Hand me your spear," Yang Chen declared.

Elated that Yang Chen granted him a shot, Liu Hen thrust the spear forward eagerly.

Yang Chen grasped the long spear, giving it a faint tremor.

Next, he pointed it ahead and thrust forth boldly.

This strike gathered the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi into a single, explosive surge!

Upon release, the spear's might stunned, whipping up a fierce gale.

"This move bears the name Innate Unity, a creation of mine from younger days," Yang Chen explained leisurely. "I won't set the bar too high. Grasp even a sliver of it before I resolve the Ancient Dragon Pattern Flag affair, and I'll take you on as my disciple!"

Innate Unity, for all its origins in Yang Chen's early years, loomed daunting for Liu Hen at his Earth Martial Realm level of cultivation.

Still, with Liu Hen's superior birthright, demanding more proved no issue.

Taking on a disciple, after all, wasn't something Yang Chen did lightly.

As for Liu Hen, he plunged wholly into studying Yang Chen's spear display.

Never before had he beheld such a spear technique.