I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities-Chapter 251: Man of His Word

After several months, Zhang Yuan returned to the Xia Ruins.

Upon arriving in Ruins City, he immediately went to the Celestial King Hall to seek an audience with Daoist Xuan Cheng.

Upon seeing the recently returned Zhang Yuan, a barely noticeable hint of surprise flashed in Xuan Cheng’s eyes.

In less than half a year, Zhang Yuan’s cultivation had greatly advanced, and his aura was notably different from the last time they met.

Eight or nine times out of ten, he must have encountered some opportunity in the Great Dream Marsh.

Zhang Yuan, unaware of the other’s thoughts, said apologetically: "Daoist, I am ashamed, for I have failed in the task entrusted to me!"

Xuan Cheng was not surprised in the slightest and shook his head, saying: "No matter."

He thought for a moment and pulled out a yellow talisman from his sleeve.

The Daoist waved it casually, and the talisman paper instantly transformed into a stream of light and flew out the window, disappearing in the blink of an eye!

Xuan Cheng said calmly: "Han Zixun."

Zhang Yuan understood.

In fact, he returned to see Daoist Xuan Cheng first rather than Han Zixun.

Firstly, because Xuan Cheng resided in the Celestial King Hall year-round, it was much easier to find him than the latter.

Secondly, Xuan Cheng had a deep relationship with Han Zixun, and with the Daoist’s help in mediation, it was unlikely that Han Zixun would completely turn against him for Zhang Yuan’s failed mission.

Zhang Yuan was not afraid of Han Zixun; he just saw no need to fall out with him.

Unless absolutely necessary.

At this time, a Daoist child with a double bun brought tea.

Xuan Cheng personally brewed a cup for Zhang Yuan: "Here, try this new Clear Heart Tea."

Zhang Yuan took a sip from the teacup, feeling the fragrant tea’s sweet and smooth flavor fill his mouth, and couldn’t help but praise: "Good tea."

After finishing a cup, he felt refreshed, with the agitated fire within him completely cleared away.

His mind also became a bit more tranquil.

Xuan Cheng poured Zhang Yuan another cup.

The Daoist’s personality was aloof and reticent, and although Zhang Yuan didn’t have much conversation with him, he felt quite relaxed and comfortable.

And Han Zixun arrived quickly, hastily reaching the side hall of the Celestial King Hall in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Protector Zhao?"

Upon seeing Zhang Yuan sitting and drinking tea with Daoist Xuan Cheng, this noble disciple widened his eyes: "You’re still alive!"

Zhang Yuan was speechless—when did I die?

"Sorry."

Han Zixun immediately realized he misspoke and quickly explained: "I haven’t received any news from the Great Dream Marsh in the past few months, so I thought..."

Zhang Yuan understood and replied with a bitter smile: "No worries, it’s I who should apologize."

With the person in question now present, Zhang Yuan selectively recounted his experiences in the Great Dream Marsh.

Hearing halfway through, Han Zixun was already furious: "That damned dog!"

He was cursing Chen Qi.

The face of this noble scion turned livid: "No wonder every time I sent people to deal with it, they all returned with their wings clipped. That dog was bold!"

For the past decade, Han Zixun had been using Chen Qi, the secret informant stationed in the Great Dream Marsh, to gather information from there, including clues about Yan Wushuang.

He had never anticipated that the subordinate he completely trusted had already betrayed him long ago.

Thinking of how he had been deceived by Chen Qi all this time, wasting so much time and resources for nothing.

Han Zixun genuinely wished he could tear him to pieces!

His head nearly exploded from the fury.

He asked angrily: "Is that beast still in the Great Dream Marsh?"

"I have already killed him."

Zhang Yuan replied: "As for the others, I am not familiar with them."

In fact, Zhang Yuan guessed that Chen Qi’s subordinates had either been eliminated by him or had long become his accomplices.

Han Zixun said vehemently: "How cheap for that dog!"

He did not doubt Zhang Yuan’s words.

As the saying goes, the onlooker sees most clearly.

Now knowing of Chen Qi’s betrayal, Han Zixun recalled past events and immediately noticed many inconsistencies.

Things that didn’t make sense now had answers!

After Han Zixun calmed down, Zhang Yuan continued to recount his experiences in the Great Dream Marsh.

Including the recent "blood case" on Nanli Island, which dominated the Great Dream Marsh’s hot topics.

Of course, he narrated it from an observer’s perspective.

Han Zixun became agitated again after listening: "You said Yan Wushuang is on Nanli Island, with the Jing people?"

"That’s right!"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "I am sure it was him!"

"But Nanli Island is now completely sealed, not allowing outsiders in anymore, so I have no chance to deal with Yan Wushuang, that’s why I had to return."

He sincerely apologized to Han Zixun: "Brother Han, I am truly sorry for failing to complete your commission."

"It’s not your fault."

Han Zixun shook his head: "You’ve done your best, and you even helped deal with the traitor."

He was not an unreasonable person and knew that Zhang Yuan achieving this much was already very difficult.

Moreover, Zhang Yuan’s strength was far from being able to contend with the Jing people.

The mission’s failure was not due to a fault in effort!

"Thank you, Brother Han, for understanding."

Zhang Yuan smoothly said: "However, I have already learned the ’Carefree Travel,’ can I convert it into Daoist merit to repay Brother Han?"

Even if Han Zixun didn’t mention it, Zhang Yuan intended to bring it up.

"Carefree Travel?"

Han Zixun was momentarily puzzled, then understood.

The noble disciple chuckled: "It’s just a Qi Entry Technique, Protector Zhao need not mind, even if..."

"Ahem!"

Han Zixun originally wanted to say "forget about it," but at that moment, Xuan Cheng suddenly coughed twice beside him.

Startled, he quickly corrected himself: "How about a hundred Daoist merits!"

"No problem."

Zhang Yuan agreed readily: "Then I’ll owe Brother Han a hundred Daoist merits and guarantee to repay them all within three months!"

A hundred Daoist merits for one ’Carefree Travel’ was indeed cheap.

But he had also worked hard otherwise, so the exchange was fair enough.

Zhang Yuan thus felt at ease.

Han Zixun laughed: "Good."

Saying this, he couldn’t help but glance at Daoist Xuan Cheng.

However, Daoist Xuan Cheng sat there with a composed look, seemingly ignoring their conversation entirely.

"I have matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

Zhang Yuan stood up and said: "Daoist Xuan Cheng, Brother Han, contact me if there’s anything."

After he left, Han Zixun asked Xuan Cheng in confusion: "Why? I’m not short of a little Daoist merit."

Han Zixun felt that although Zhang Yuan failed to take care of Yan Wushuang, he played a significant role.

He was well-deserving of a basic Qi Entry Technique.

It would be better to give Zhang Yuan a favor, why bother asking for Daoist merit?

Xuan Cheng answered calmly: "Protector Zhao is a man of trust, and one should not let a man of trust lose credibility, that is the way of friendship!"

Han Zixun smiled wryly: "I was being shallow."

He exhaled deeply, his expression turning somber: "I never thought Yan Wushuang would collude with the Jing people; cousin, do you think we have no chance to avenge Wan Yun?"

Xuan Cheng was silent for a long time before he answered: "The net of heaven is wide, but none escape it!"

Han Zixun clenched his fists: "I’m afraid I won’t live to see that day!"

At this moment, the fury and hatred in his eyes seemed capable of burning everything in its path.