C6 This Is My Home

When Jiang Chen returned to the old house, Director Wang and his group were nowhere to be found.

Jiang Chen relished the quiet, seizing the chance to recalibrate his frail body. Given the unknown state of the Heaven Realm and his desire for rapid ascension, transforming his body into an unparalleled holy body was essential.

This peerless holy body could naturally connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth without any cultivation techniques.

Currently, his body was far from peerless. Without the protection of the Nine Emperor's Fire Bell, his organs would have ceased functioning long ago.

Previously, Jiang Chen had managed to infuse his body with some spiritual energy through his cultivation practice, but it wasn't a fundamental change.

As spiritual energy flowed into him, Jiang Chen directed it to every corner of his body. Now, each cell and every drop of blood was infused with potent spiritual energy.

Impurities were being purged from his system.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Jiang Chen soon found himself coated in a layer of black grime, the expelled waste of his body.

Achieving a peerless form was no easy feat; it required the alignment of time, place, and harmony.

Without a special twist of fate, such a body was unattainable.

Yet, even without that, Jiang Chen's physical condition was extraordinary, nearly possessing the legendary strength to lift a thousand kilograms with a single arm.

Opening his eyes, Jiang Chen rose, shedding his clothes now caked with the black substance.

He strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the rush of water filling the room.

But just as he finished rinsing away the last of the impurities and was about to step out, a piercing scream echoed.

"Ah!"

The shrill cry caused Jiang Chen to glance over.

"Pervert!"

Standing before Jiang Chen was a woman—Luo Yiran.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Chen secured a towel around his waist, a stark contrast to his previously sickly demeanor. His skin was as soft and supple as a newborn's, and his tall stature, coupled with a handsome face and near-perfect physique, left Luo Yiran momentarily spellbound.

Was this the same Jiang Chen she knew before?

It seemed as though a simple bath had transformed him entirely.

Unfazed by Luo Yiran seeing him in the nude, Jiang Chen's primary concern was to find out her intentions. "What do you need from me?"

Regaining her composure, Luo Yiran looked down and said, "I spoke too harshly before. I came to offer you my thanks."

Jiang Chen dismissed the gesture with a wave of his hand, as if to say there was no need for such formalities.

"Being an adopted son of the Luo family, saving your mother's life was my way of repaying a debt of gratitude. So, moving forward..."

But Luo Yiran interrupted him, anticipating his next words, and said sharply, "Jiang Chen, there's no need to go on. I understand what you're about to say."

Just then, Jiang Chen's expression turned grave.

He lunged toward Luo Yiran, murmuring, "What a nuisance."

In the midst of his words, he had already pulled her into his embrace.

Before Luo Yiran could process what was happening, a barrage of stones flew in, shattering the glass around them.

Jiang Chen's face hardened. Clearly, Director Wang and his cronies were foolishly persistent in their provocations.

Initially, Luo Yiran had braced for an aggressive move from Jiang Chen, but she quickly realized he was actually shielding her.

His distinctly masculine presence overwhelmed her senses, causing her head to spin. She had never been this close to a man before, having remained single all these years—not due to her preferences, but because she hadn't found a man who caught her eye.

Her consideration of marrying Jiang Chen stemmed not only from her understanding of him but also from a desire to repay her debt of gratitude.

Yet now, held in Jiang Chen's arms, she felt an unexpected stir of emotion.

After the barrage of stones subsided, Jiang Chen released Luo Yiran from his embrace and burst through the door, charging outside. What he encountered was a man with a scarred face, flanked by several armed henchmen.

"Jiang Chen, you've finally decided to show yourself. When do you plan to settle your debt?" The man was young, in his early thirties, and he loomed over Jiang Chen with a condescending gaze.

Jiang Chen offered him only a cursory glance, recognizing the man but faintly. Now in control of this body, Jiang Chen's memories from his past life were fading away.

"Who are you?" Jiang Chen inquired, his brow furrowed as he addressed the woman before him.

"Playing dumb, are we? Have you forgotten the antiques you took on credit from me just the other day?"

That's when it clicked for Jiang Chen. In his former life, he had purchased an ancient jade for 100,000 yuan and promised this man that he would pay the remaining 30,000 yuan once the jade was sold. But then, Jiang Chen had been diagnosed with cancer, and his subsequent suicide attempt meant the jade was never sold.

While Jiang Chen was at an impasse with these men, Luo Yiran stepped forward. She surveyed the group and asked, "Jiang Chen, who are these people?"

The scar-faced man's eyes leered at Luo Yiran, his expression turning lascivious.

"Brother Jiang Chen, I never knew you kept such a treasure hidden away. Such a stunning lady, tsk tsk, she's quite the sight for sore eyes!"

Jiang Chen's frown deepened at their words, but the scar-faced man pressed on, addressing Luo Yiran directly, "Sweetheart, your man owes us three hundred thousand yuan. How about you spend the night with us, and we'll call it even?"

Laughter erupted from the group.

In his past life, Jiang Chen had owed them a mere thirty thousand yuan, yet in less than a month's time, they were demanding three hundred thousand.

Luo Yiran, visibly shocked, turned to Jiang Chen, "Since when do you owe them three hundred thousand yuan? How come I wasn't aware of this?"

Jiang Chen spoke with a dismissive tone, "It's just a debt of thirty thousand yuan..."

However, before Jiang Chen could complete his sentence, the man with the scarred face cut him off.

"Just thirty thousand? Do you have any idea how much money we could make in just a few days? Enough with the nonsense. You either pay up three hundred thousand yuan right now or your woman spends the night with us."

With those words, the scar-faced man's expression turned icy, "Or else, I'll show you exactly why the flowers are so brilliantly red today."