"The Sword Immortal is Also a Romantic" [Volumes 1-6 Complete]

Chapter Eleven, Hatred! Hatred Reappears

Darkness, after darkness…
after darkness, it was still July. A warm breeze blew across the sea, stirring up waves. Again, a thousand meters above the ground, were those two figures, suspended face to face.
The middle-aged Taoist in green robes held a purple sword, radiating a strange, malevolent aura. The sword's blade was a deep, translucent purple, as if stained with coagulated blood. It was four feet four inches long and only two inches wide, its blade adorned with various inscriptions and images. The inscriptions were ancient seal script, and the images depicted a ferocious hell of the dead, vividly lifelike. This long, slender sword was perfect for killing. Its name: Immortal Slayer.
Facing the Taoist priest was a young man, dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe and white cloth shoes with black thread. His long hair, styled in a bun, cascaded casually over his shoulders, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly appearance. He was handsome, with eyebrows like distant mountains, but his heart was far from being as detached from the world as his appearance suggested. When he looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes held a deep sorrow, a sorrow so profound it was almost fatal.
He held a sword in his hand, its blade a pristine white, its edge already nicked, mirroring his own face—heartbroken, despondent, and utterly hopeless.
His sword was three feet three inches long and three inches wide, a standard size for a defensive sword, but compared to the sword in the middle-aged Taoist priest's hand, it appeared several levels inferior.
"Why did you kill my mother? Why you? Why?!" The boy held his sword level, pointing it at the middle-aged Taoist priest before him. All the disbelief in his eyes transformed into a burning obsession, as if no matter who stood before him, his sword would still advance relentlessly.
The Taoist priest's sword trembled at an angle invisible to the naked eye, just like his heart at that moment—desolate and inexplicable. But it was clear that when he looked at the boy before him, his gaze was filled with affection.
After a long while, the Taoist priest said, "Chen'er, you are still young and oversimplify things. Because of this, many things are not as you see them or as you think. Turn back, and I can forgive and forget. Don't be so stubborn and ruin your life." "
Stubborn? I only know that you killed my mother!" He shook his head, his hand holding the sword trembling, as if he had returned to the most desolate night of his life. That night, the Immortal Executioner pierced his mother's body, and he vowed to kill the person before him.
"Hmph, your mother acted recklessly, disregarding the reputation of the entire sect for thousands of years. How can she face all her fellow disciples if she doesn't die? You should come back with me and stop causing trouble here." The Taoist in green turned his back and said, unwilling to face the sword pointed at him, whether out of guilt or disdain, it was unclear.
"Haha, cause trouble? Is that your excuse? She is your wife, my mother! You think you can just kill her like that!" The boy smiled bitterly, tears welling up in his eyes. He steadied his sword-wielding right hand, and in an instant, the pale sword shone brightly. The boy's body transformed into a white flying goose, pouncing on the middle-aged Taoist in front of him like a mad tiger.
"You unfilial son, are you going to oppose me like your mother?" The Taoist's brows furrowed tightly, the anger in his heart surging like a flood. Facing the sword shadow rushing towards him, the Zhuxian Sword in his hand trembled slightly, like a bloodthirsty beast, gently hissing.
Hundreds of purple rays transformed into endless sword shadows, swallowing the white light in the blink of an eye. Without the slightest suspense, his Immortal Execution Sword easily shattered the Proud Snow Longsword and plunged into his son's chest, swift as lightning.
In the vast sky, hot blood poured down like a thread, and the boy, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted from a thousand meters into the sea…
"Chen'er, why did you do this? Under the Immortal Execution Sword, how can anyone survive?" The middle-aged Taoist sighed, but without much lingering affection, he turned and flew away.
After the darkness subsided…
“Junior brother! Junior brother! What’s wrong? Wake up!”
“Junior brother, it’s your senior sister. Don’t be afraid, wake up.”
“Ah! Hehehe…” Suddenly, Yun Feichen woke up from his dream. He covered his chest, gasping for breath, as if the Immortal Execution Sword had pierced his chest. At this moment, for some reason, his brows were furrowed, tears glistening, tinged with a hint of desolation.
“What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”
“Haha, no way, I had a good dream. Didn’t you see how happy I am that I’m crying like this?” Feichen smiled gently, wiped away his tears, and looked to the side. The two women in front of him were the graceful Lin Ruyue and Chang Ruiting.
“Nonsense, I saw you looking very uncomfortable and in pain just now.” Lin Ruyue naturally didn’t believe him. In her heart, she thought that this junior brother was always so frivolous and slippery.
"I think the same as Senior Sister Ruyue, you must have had a nightmare. If you can tell her, tell Senior Sister Chang and let her give you some advice," Chang Ruiting said with a smile.
"Yes, Senior Sister Chang, I'm in so much pain right now, I want a hug..." Fei Chen said, and quickly hugged Chang Ruiting, burying his face in her chest without batting an eye.
"You..." Chang Ruiting sighed softly, feeling quite helpless. Over the past two years, she had long been used to this junior brother's special way of 'greeting' her. She was rarely on the peak, often traveling, and she missed and indulged this only junior brother in the sect the most.
"Senior Sister Chang has been back for so long. Fei Chen should hold her a lot this time, otherwise, Fei Chen doesn't know how long he'll have to wait to see her again. Did Senior Sister have something important to report to Master this time? Hmm, I know. Has some immortal sword appeared around here again? Or has another rogue immortal died and left behind some treasure?" After holding her for a while, seeing that she let him hold her, he lost interest, straightened his clothes, and stood up to ask.
Rogue immortals are cultivators who are not good at making friends and have no sect or faction. The Immortal Cloud Sect is poor to begin with, so it's normal for them to pick up weapons and magic books from immortals whose lifespans have ended. After all, some people can become rich by picking up scraps.
However, such things are not simple. Usually, they have to fight to the death. It is even expected that some rogue immortals will be killed as soon as they leave their cave after inheriting their master's mantle. This is the tragedy of small sects.
Chang Ruiting nodded and said, "Yes, Junior Brother is clever and quick-witted, you guessed correctly. These past few days, Senior Sister received news from the outer disciples that the Qin Kingdom's rogue immortal, Zong Lan Daoren, who lives near Zhou Kingdom, passed away last month. He should have possessed a Zi Wu Zhui Yang Sword, an excellent immortal artifact. It's said he perished in Yunshan. Master said to have a few senior sisters take you to retrieve it. If you find that immortal artifact, you can use it for now. After all, you're almost entering the fetal movement stage, and you can't do without a suitable weapon."
"Zi Wu Zhui Yang Sword? That's a first-grade immortal artifact! Our Junior Brother is really lucky! I heard that Zong Lan Daoren was also a rogue cultivator with Nascent Soul stage cultivation! Doesn't Master plan to go?" It's no wonder Lin Ruyue asked this question. After all, whenever there's news of an immortal artifact, Ru Yushi always takes several disciples to search for it. This time, letting Fei Chen retrieve it on his own is naturally a bit strange to her.
"Master said that Junior Brother can handle this matter himself," Chang Ruiting replied.
Upon hearing this, Fei Chen was somewhat surprised. Without his beautiful master's company, the fun was greatly diminished. However, it was fortunate that he wasn't going alone; this time, he could bring along his four senior sisters, Lin, Xi, Fang, and Chang, making the journey more free and enjoyable. Thinking this through, he chuckled, "Hehe, Master overestimates me. My cultivation is only at the very early stages; how could I possibly achieve anything? These senior sisters will have to protect me well."
Lin Ruyue and Chang Ruiting exchanged a glance and shook their heads, wondering how their junior brother would take advantage of them on this journey.
Watching the two senior sisters leave, Yun Fei Chen covered his aching heart, patting it a few times before feeling better. This wasn't the first time he'd dreamt of this; every time he woke up, the intense, pervasive killing intent was almost unbearable to suppress.
"Am I the man in white, and the old Taoist priest is me? Heh, how could that be? I remember everything from my childhood perfectly. I was sensible at three, touched the breasts of the Wu family's daughter next door at five, and beat up all the other kids around me at seven. But why can I repeatedly overcome difficulties that ordinary people can't, and why do I always feel a sense of familiarity in my cultivation?" Fei Chen pondered. His extraordinary growth in cultivation over the past two years had delighted his master and senior sisters, but who understood his own worries and doubts?
He stopped dwelling on the strange things he couldn't understand, washed up, and went to Ru Yushi's room to greet her.
Just as he was about to enter, Ru Yushi, who was cultivating with her eyes closed, already knew it was Fei Chen and said, "Fei Chen, you've come?"
"Master, I'm going to find the Zi Wu Zhui Yang Sword with the four senior sisters. I'll say goodbye to you and leave now." Fei Chen's eyes darted around Ru Yushi's face and body, but his words were respectful.
"Well, this matter should be handled sooner rather than later, otherwise things may change. You should go down the mountain with your senior sisters. Also, before we find the Midnight Sun Chasing Sword, you can use the White Spirit on the platform. You're mischievous, and this is your first time down the mountain in two years, so don't cause any trouble." Opening her eyes, Ru Yushi saw Fei Chen looking at her slyly, and she felt helpless, wondering what this unruly disciple would do this time.
"That White Spirit isn't suitable for me. It's something for girls. I'll stick to the wood-chopping knife I made myself; it's much better." Fei Chen replied, showing no intention of using the first-grade magic weapon, the White Spirit.
Everything is unpredictable. Ru Yushi had experienced many things and was used to it, but she still couldn't believe that he wouldn't use a good magical artifact. She asked, "Although the woodcutter's knife in your hand is sharp, it is forged from vanadium iron and cannot be infused with magical power. If you don't have a magical artifact to enhance it, how will you fly on your sword?"
"Hehe, Master, you don't need to worry about that. Fei Chen has many methods, how could he be stumped by this?" Fei Chen smiled mysteriously and then bid farewell to Ru Yushi.

Chapter Twelve, Junior Brother

The sun set in the west, and the evening glow painted the ground golden, like ripples on the water. For thousands of miles, everything was bathed in golden light. The warm early summer evening breeze blew through the poplar forest on the towering cliffs, stirring up white fluff, creating a beautiful and peaceful scene.
"Junior brother! Why are you touching me like that? If you keep doing this, I'll send you to Senior Sister Xi's place, ah..." Chang Ruiting's face was flushed as Yun Feichen gently embraced her. Her pink flying sword, 'Peach Blossom,' was carrying her with considerable effort, and she had to keep her hands busy with sword incantations, leaving her no time to deal with his groping hands. Meanwhile, Lin Ruyue, Xi Manxiang, and Fang Zhizi had already flown quite a distance ahead.
Yun Feichen's way of embracing her was already very skillful. Chang Ruiting was wearing a white Taoist robe with only a thin undergarment underneath. The gentle embrace made her body go limp, and she almost leaned against Feichen, unconsciously letting out a soft "hmm."
"Hehe, Senior Sister, you'd better take good care of your flying sword. It wouldn't be fun if it fell to the ground. Besides, Master didn't give me any magic weapon. Before I get the Midnight Sun Chasing Sword, you'd better protect Fei Chen." Yun Fei Chen displayed his unparalleled shamelessness, and while laughing, he kept blowing a sinister breath into Chang Ruiting's ear, who was leaning against him.
In the past two years, Fei Chen had grown to seven feet tall, and his face had become even more handsome and dashing. He was already incredibly handsome, and although he was spouting provocative nonsense, his voice had become increasingly mature, with a unique masculine magnetism that made people feel very comfortable just by listening to it, let alone when they were so close.
When Chang Ruiting occasionally returned to the sect, this junior brother would sometimes take advantage of her, but it was always just physical intimacy. Being held so tightly like this was a first for her. Her entire body was sensitive, and although she had been prepared when Fei Chen was assigned to her care earlier, she still lost control.
"Ah… junior brother, be gentle…" Chang Ruiting's momentary distraction caused her flying sword to sway violently, like riding a wild horse…
"It's been a long time since I've seen senior sister. This time, the senior sisters have all allowed us to stay a little longer," Fei Chen said, greedily pulling her into his arms while she was still defenseless, a smug look on his face.
In the blink of an eye, the scenery flashed by like a fleeting dream—green, red, blue—and Chang Ruiting felt dizzy, as if she were drunk, unable to see anything clearly.
"Ugh... Junior brother, the sword..." Chang Ruiting hugged her junior brother, frantically waving her hands around. Just before the sword touched the ground, she sent it soaring into the sky. The perilous situation made her wary, but her heart was filled with a mixture of joy and excitement. She almost wanted the thrill to continue.
"Senior sister, wake up, wake up! Don't speed up anymore! We can see Senior Sister Lin and the others!" Fei Chen wasn't blinded by lust. His eyesight had improved significantly in the past two years, and he could see three dots getting closer and closer. He knew that Chang Ruiting had lost control of her speed in her excitement and was almost at her senior sisters' location. He wasn't driven by lust, so he woke Chang Ruiting up.
Upon Fei Chen's reminder, Chang Ruiting realized that she had unintentionally closed the distance with her senior sisters by moving her sword at will. A strange sense of loss washed over her, and she blushed, blankly replying, "Oh."
In the Immortal Cloud Sect, only he and Ru Yushi possessed Qiankun bags; the others carried small backpacks. Fei Chen chuckled and stuffed his undergarment into her backpack before calling out to his three senior sisters from a distance.
The three slowed down, their faces crinkling with mischievous grins as they saw the two catching up, as if they had seen through something. Noticing Chang Ruiting's slightly heavy breathing and flushed face, they exchanged knowing smiles.
"Junior brother, you've bullied your Senior Sister Chang again, haven't you? This won't do. Master will have to teach you a lesson when we get back," Lin Ruyue teased Chang Ruiting, glancing at Fei Chen. She knew her junior sister must have been bullied; otherwise, her face wouldn't be so radiant.
Although she had deliberately avoided this junior brother for the past two years, she still couldn't escape the lesson of having her "jade rabbit" (a euphemism for her breasts) pinched. After several times, she and Chang Ruiting had gotten used to it, and so they often joked with each other in private.
"What are you saying? How could I, your junior brother, dare to bully my senior sister? I'm very obedient, otherwise how could I have caught up with you so quickly?" Standing on the flying sword, he held Chang Ruiting in one arm and waved the other.
Chang Ruiting's bodice had been mischievously torn off, and she didn't dare to speak. The weather was quite hot at this time, and the Taoist robe she wore was thin and made of cotton and linen, which was for breathability. If she spoke, it would definitely cause friction and arouse people's imaginations, so she lowered her head and dared not make a sound.
The three of them looked at the two of them suspiciously after hearing Fei Chen's serious words, and couldn't help but chuckle before turning their heads and heading towards Xianqiao Town below.
Yun Feichen felt a surge of pride, embracing Chang Ruiting's slender waist. Chang Ruiting dared not speak, her face flushed crimson, the blush spreading to her neck. Recalling their previous intimacy, she felt an overwhelming shyness…

Chapter Thirteen: The Night is Cool as Water, Cold as Autumn

When they arrived at Xianqiao Town, the sun had already set. The group booked three superior rooms at the Longfeng Inn in the town, intending to rest for the night before continuing their journey.
Feichen slept in one room, Lin Ruyue and Chang Ruiting shared another, and the remaining room was for the ever-clinging Xi Manxiang and Fang Zhizi.
Peaceful and quiet, all was still, save for the faint chirping of summer insects and the tinkling of flowing water. The Longfeng Inn was very close to the south of the city, a place without city walls, where small bridges spanned streams, and large trees nestled against the mountains—a truly beautiful scene.
"Ah… I'm so tired today. I flew for several hours; my magic power is almost exhausted." Stretching, Chang Ruiting collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep just like that.
"Hehe, I think it's not just that your magic is failing you, but I can tell that you seem to have forgotten something today, Junior Sister..." Lin Ruyue laughed and pounced on Chang Ruiting, tearing off her clothes.
"Ah! Senior Sister, no!" Chang Ruiting cried out, quickly pulling her clothes back to cover her breasts, her face instantly turning bright red with embarrassment as she burrowed into the blankets.
"Hehe, what are you hiding for? Look at you, you're not even wearing a bodice." Lin Ruyue laughed from the side.
Seeing that Lin Ruyue didn't make any further moves, Chang Ruiting finally showed her face and said in a silly voice, "Junior Brother is so naughty, he almost made me lose control..."
"Hmph, finally you told us, we only let you go with Junior Brother because you only get selected once in a long while, otherwise we wouldn't have been so easy to talk to." Lin Ruyue winked playfully, her smile radiant
. "I...I don't care, he...he almost made me..." Chang Ruiting whispered as she secretly put on the pink bodice from her bundle.
"What happened? Hehe, tell your senior sister quickly." Lin Ruyue teased her junior sister, who was often away from home, looking as if she were full of anticipation.
"..."
Little did they know that Fei Chen, with his extraordinary hearing, was secretly listening to his two senior sisters' private conversation with boundless laughter.
A clear breeze and bright moon, a sudden sense of openness. Although the crescent moon had already set in the west, it was not yet obscured by the mountaintop, and the moonlight illuminated everything before him. The fields were open and expansive, peach trees were scattered, and unknown wildflowers bloomed brilliantly on the ground, the night dew on their petals glistening. From the spring outside the city, water gurgled down and flowed into the stream below the mountain.
Just as Fei Chen was enjoying the pleasure of eavesdropping, a clear and solitary flute melody, like the bright moon and the vast breeze, came from afar...
Listening to the flute, he didn't know how far away it was, a mile? Or perhaps ten miles? Far away, almost inaudible.
The flute music was sometimes gentle and languid, sometimes slow and steady, its melancholy lingering around the beams, like the thoughts of a woman, melancholic and tinged with sadness. Who was playing the flute?
He wasn't a man of refined taste, but he could discern good from bad. The flute played at night, its melody like a person. He wanted to see what kind of woman could play such a tune. Undoubtedly, Fei Chen was lustful.
Dusk fell, a cold wind whistled, mist swirled around the river, and the distant mountains were no longer visible. A river flowed gently across the landscape.
Fei Chen didn't know how many miles he had traveled until he saw the woman in white by the river.
A melancholy flute melody came from the jade flute in the girl's hand, carrying a trace of longing and a hint of melancholy.
The woman in white stood gracefully on a rocky cliff, like a fairy from the heavens.
By the moonlight, Fei Chen could see the girl clearly. She was about his age, dressed in white, her face frosty, her skin flawless and white as jade, and her perfectly shaped red lips adorned her snow-white attire, making her as proud and extraordinary as a snow lotus on a Tianshan mountain.
"Who are you?" The girl had naturally seen Yun Fei Chen, so she asked sharply. Her voice was like heavenly music, and if it weren't for her tightly furrowed brows and cold, emotionless eyes, one might not have found any flaws.
"Who am I? Hehe, I'd like to ask who this fairy sister is?" Fei Chen's temperament remained unchanged, and he asked back with a grin. He stepped across the river in a few strides, and if it weren't for his arrogant and unruly demeanor, he would have looked like a beautiful woman, ethereal and otherworldly.
Gazing at the beauty before him, Fei Chen was filled with shock. He had thought his four senior sisters were already unparalleled beauties, but upon closer comparison, he found this woman even more stunning. Her proud, snow-white beauty rivaled his master's elegant and noble beauty.
Usually, people would associate Fei Chen's behavior with the word "bad guy," and the young woman was no exception.
The white-clad girl's hand trembled, and the sword beside her seemed to come alive, returning to her hand with a resounding clang.
A white jade hand, a killing sword, yet possessing a murderous allure.
Fei Chen stared at the girl, at the sword in her hand. He was fascinated by women, and of course, he held no disdain for swords. A renowned weapon was enough to turn the tide of battle.
Upon closer inspection, the sword in the girl's hand was made of unusual metal, far superior to any ordinary immortal sword. It was also different on both sides; one side was dark green, while the other was blood red. The sword was four feet four inches long, with the blade itself being four feet straight, and the hilt only four inches long and a little over an inch wide. In the girl's hand, it appeared somewhat slender.
The blade was surrounded by golden light and bore four-character inscriptions: the dark green
side was inscribed with the characters "Longquan," and the crimson side with "Tai'a." The inscription read: Longquan Tai'a! "Hmph, heretics! How dare you be so rude!" the girl scoffed. Sword energy surged forth, and Longquan Tai'a emitted a chilling dark green light, seemingly swallowing up the entire space beneath its green glow. With a terrifying swing, the air distorted, and the powerful sword energy raged everywhere, blowing away the incoming wind and flames.
The woman's sudden attack caught Fei Chen off guard. He quickly drew his newly forged woodcutter's knife to his chest and jumped out of her range before saying, "Hey, I'm not a heretic. I just thought you were pretty and wanted to get to know you. You don't need to point your sword at me."
"A woodcutter's knife?" The girl frowned again, finding it ridiculous. A sword was the essence of the body; what use was a woodcutter's knife imbued with magic? It couldn't even fully protect his shield; how could it withstand a single sword strike?
However, the girl didn't stop swinging her sword. The swirling sand and gravel beneath the exploding shield covered Fei Chen in dust. She was almost certain that the strangely shaped weapon belonged to a heretic, and she wanted to kill it quickly.
"You're too violent, woman! Hmph, wait until I beat you down, then we'll have a proper chat!" Fei Chen chuckled coldly, determined to gain the upper hand verbally. He hadn't expected this woman to be so fierce, attacking so violently at the slightest provocation, leaving no room for explanation. Naturally, he was annoyed.
This woman possessed extremely high cultivation, and the aura of her sword was astonishing, far more domineering than the weapons wielded by those two lackeys from the Qingxuan Sect two years ago. Therefore, Fei Chen dared not underestimate her, as this was his first time fighting an enemy.

Chapter Fourteen, The Six Fierce Swords

"Clouds emerge from the mist, leading the wind, break!"
The woman formed a sword incantation, channeling her magic power into her sword. With a soft shout, the red and green sword energy on the sword instantly swirled like a cloud, condensing into a whirlwind that hurtled towards Fei Chen.
"Haha, so you're a junior sister from the Qingxuan Sect. Very well, today I'll let you taste the power of this third-rate sect!" He already had little affection for the Qingxuan Sect, and this woman wielding a sword and hacking around recklessly only worsened his impression.
With a swift, unpredictable sidestep, his woodcutter's knife was already close to the girl. If he couldn't even dodge such a low-level sword technique, he wouldn't be fit to survive in the cultivation world.
The girl remained unhurried. Her previous "Wind-Leading Break" was merely a test of her opponent's strength. Seeing that he could dodge the attack, she swung her sword in return. After all, what she faced was just a broken woodcutter's knife forged from vanadium iron.
Clang! The dark green woodcutter's knife indeed snapped in two!
"Haha, what a powerful flying sword! Then let's see how my Northern Desert Cold Light Blade fare!" Fei Chen flipped his right hand, and another black woodcutter's knife jumped out of his Qiankun bag!
Looking at this kitchen knife, it's two feet long and three inches wide. It looks like... just an ordinary wood-chopping knife, nothing special...
Kuang!
But it was precisely this seemingly ordinary wood-chopping knife that managed to withstand a sword strike from Longquan Tai'a!
"Hehe, little girl, even a wood-chopping knife can't compare to this. What kind of sword is this? How about I sell it to you for five qian of silver?" Fei Chen's smugness was palpable.
The girl frowned, instantly harboring murderous intent towards the frivolous boy before her.
Clang!
Unfazed by the sharp edge of the Longquan Tai'a sword, the two weapons clashed again, flashing with a dazzling light in the darkness! A faint, eerie sparkle, a flickering red glow!
The girl clearly used her full strength in the second strike, but the strange woodcutter's knife only barely touched the blade, showing no sign of breaking.
The girl's face flushed red and green. She was astonished that the boy dared to clash with her using his woodcutter's knife, and that it wouldn't break as she had expected. She knew her sword was of great importance; even a common immortal weapon could be cut in two with full force. The fact that the boy's woodcutter's knife was so sturdy naturally puzzled her.
"Hmm? You actually managed to cut a notch in my precious weapon?" Fei Chen glanced at the woodcutter's knife in his hand, somewhat surprised. This secret weapon was forged by him personally using the Northern Desert Cold Light Iron left by his ancestor and the golden liquid from the black gourd. Apart from not being able to unleash extremely powerful spells with excessive magical power, its sharpness was not afraid of immortal artifacts at all.
"You're from the Immortal Cloud Sect!? No, the Immortal Cloud Sect doesn't have men!" The girl snorted coldly, looking at the woodcutter's knife in Fei Chen's hand before scrutinizing the young man in front of her.
"What do you care what sect I'm from? Today I'll let you taste my woodcutter's knife!" With a wave of his left hand, five woodcutter's knives jumped out of his Qiankun bag, each one as black as night. If it weren't for the light emanating from his body, they might not have been able to be seen at all.
"Three Celestial Stars, Three River Gods, Six Fierce Swords!!"
In a flash, three wood-chopping knives soared into the air, while the other three vanished into the darkness. The woman was startled by the ability to control six physical wood-chopping knives. She had practiced martial arts for many years and had never heard of any sect possessing such a bizarre technique!
However, she had no time to think further. The six wood-chopping knives flew towards her. Unlike flying swords, which could be predictable once mastered, these six knives followed a chaotic arc, each strike cunning and vicious!
Clang, clang, clang—the wood-chopping knives struck her protective aura, causing the sword in the girl's hand to go numb. Lacking combat experience, she was already terrified, but she knew the young man before her was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"The Three Realms are not far, the Six Directions are near, the Nine Netherworlds are long night, the Lingering Sword!" Seeing the situation was dire, the girl shouted, unleashing the Lingering Sword Qi of the Qingxuan Sect!
In an instant, greenery surged around the girl, transforming the area within a dozen meters into a large circle, as if it had become an independent space. The Longquan Tai'a sword transformed into a rain of swords, falling from the sky with a whooshing sound. Upon closer inspection, one could see the green swords falling one by one, protecting her various parts.
The techniques of prestigious sects are renowned, and Fei Chen naturally recognized this Flowing Sword Qi—a defensive skill even Qingxuan Sect disciples struggled to learn. Coupled with the Longquan Tai'a sword, he was certain the girl was either a direct disciple of a Qingxuan elder or a closed-door disciple of a sect leader. This skill was on par with the Qingxuan Sect's Heaven-Piercing Sword, one being defensive and the other offensive.
Clang! Clang clang clang! Six consecutive clangs rang out, and the woodcutter's knife was deflected into the darkness.
Deflecting the six treacherous, solid wood-chopping knives, the girl's furrowed brows relaxed. Her fingers moved deftly, a look of impending victory on her face. She pointed her Longquan Tai'a sword at Fei Chen, seemingly poised for a fatal blow.
Fei Chen, however, sneered. His sword formation was already complete. With a grasping motion, the six wood-chopping knives transformed into three Tiangang swords and three He Kui swords, weaving together in a sword net with a soft hum, each strike venomous!
"Tiangang! He Kui! Withdraw!"
The Six Fierce Swords wasn't a sword technique of the Immortal Xia Sect, but rather a unique skill from the initial stage of the Immortal Killing Technique. However, even ordinary skills have their deadly follow-up attacks. Each strike of the six solid wood-chopping knives slashed at the girl's protective aura, the resounding bangs echoing incessantly, almost causing her to lose her grip on the Longquan Tai'a sword.
"Demon!" the girl cursed, retreating more than ten steps, out of Fei Chen's Six Fierce Swords' attack range, her heart filled with fear.
"Heh heh, if you can't beat them, you call on demons. There are far too many demons in the world." Fei Chen chuckled sinisterly, gathering his six wood-chopping knives in his hands. He knew his family was poor, and if the fight continued, he didn't know how many of these protective knives would be left. The girl before him was no less powerful than him, and her weapon was far superior; she only lacked combat experience.
"Hmph, if there aren't many demons, what use are righteous people like us!" With a loud shout, a figure descended from the mountain on a flying sword, his momentum like a rainbow piercing the sky, his speed incredibly fast!
"Senior Brother Long Yun, you've come." The girl's tone was calm, lacking the previous aloofness and coldness, carrying a hint of anticipation and joy, as if the person before her was the one she had longed for day and night.
"Heh heh, I've come." Long Yun's few words were brief, as calm as flowing water, not revealing a trace of superfluous emotion.
Fei Chen sized up the newcomer. The man protecting the woman appeared to be in his early twenties, over seven feet tall, with thick eyebrows, piercing eyes, and a sturdy face radiating righteousness. Judging from the intonation of his voice, he seemed to be a man of great courage and ambition.
However, the longsword in his hand was ordinary, only three feet and three inches long, glowing red, and merely a third-grade magic weapon.
"Oh, reinforcements have arrived. But it seems you've all chosen the wrong target. Do you, a disciple of a righteous sect, intend to test my Xianxia Sect's woodcutter's knife?" Fei Chen naturally recognized that the man named Long Yun was the woman's admirer, and he felt a great pity. This woman was incomparably beautiful; it would be a real shame if she wasn't his.
The man named Long Yun remained calm and asked, "Hmm? Do you have any proof that you are from the Xianxia Sect? I don't recall anyone from the Xianxia Sect using a woodcutter's knife."
"I say I am, no proof needed." Seeing the girl staring intently at the man instead of him, Fei Chen felt a surge of anger and naturally became less polite.
"Hehe, young man, you have quite a temper. I am Long Yun, a disciple of Zuo Qiulong, the master of the Qingxuan Sect. This is Xing Shuangxue, the beloved daughter of Xing Junhua, the master of the Cangqiong Peak. May I ask who your master is? Is it Master Ru Yushi or Junior Sister Lin Ruyue?" Long Yun cupped his hands and smiled. Seeing Fei Chen's expression, he seemed to believe him somewhat. After all, one wouldn't need to impersonate a third-rate sect like the Xianxia Sect.
The Qingxuan Sect has six enormous peaks, five of which surround the main peak, forming a five-star formation. Each peak is governed by a master, while the sect leader resides on the main peak. With so many members, it is known as the number one sect in the world.
"Why bother talking to him, Senior Brother? None of the women of the Xianxia Sect are men who use woodcutting knives." Xing Shuangxue frowned, pointing her sword at Fei Chen, clearly still resentful about the earlier defeat.
"Junior Brother!"
In the darkness, four women in white suddenly appeared; they were Lin Ruyue and the others.
"Senior Sister Lin, I'm here!"
Seeing that it was four beautiful senior sisters who had arrived, Fei Chen knew that the fight was over. He immediately put on a smile and said with a serious face, "Oh! It's Senior Brother Long Yun! I've heard so much about you. I am Yun Fei Chen, a disciple of Sect Leader Ru Yu Shi. I joined the sect earlier, so I should call you Senior Brother. Senior Brother Yun won't blame me for my rashness just now, will you?"
Seeing that the people coming from the sky were Lin Ru Yue and the others, and that the man in front of him was a junior brother of the Xianxia Sect, Long Yun was straightforward and happy that the other party called him Senior Brother. He laughed and said, "Haha, of course not. Junior Brother Fei Chen, don't feel bad. As the saying goes, no fight, no friendship. We are both disciples of the righteous path, so we should be of one mind. Come, let's go back to the inn for a drink."
"Hmph." Upon seeing the situation, Xing Shuangxue immediately reversed it. She was secretly annoyed with Yun Feichen, and also angry that her favorite senior brother had suddenly formed a faction with the other party, as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for a long time. Her face immediately fell.
"Junior Brother is over there! Oh no! That's Xing Shuangxue from Qingxuan Sect!" Lin Ruyue saw Fei Chen from afar and was greatly alarmed. She quickly descended on her flying sword.
"Yes, let's hurry over there, lest we cause any trouble."
Xing Shuangxue was also a reckless person, notoriously arrogant and aloof. Qingxuan Sect was a major sect and had some connections with other sects of the same sect, so Lin Ruyue recognized her.
The four of them had just been at the inn when Fei Chen disappeared without a trace. They had searched for miles around and finally found their lecherous and troublemaking junior brother, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter Fifteen, Shared Breath?

In the elegant seats of the inn, Fei Chen and Long Yun sat in the head seats, with Lin Ruyue and the other three women sitting next to Fei Chen, and Xing Shuangxue next. The women didn't speak, while the two men chatted idly. The food hadn't been served yet, but two large jars of wine had been brought out.
"What a coincidence! May I ask what brings Brother Long Yun to Xianxia Town?" Fei Chen inquired indirectly. Yunshan was a thousand miles away, so he wasn't worried about anyone trying to steal the Midnight Sun Chasing Sword from him. What he wanted to know was the purpose of the Qingxuan Sect's visit, and whether they could gain anything from it.
"Hehe, it is indeed an important matter. We need to set a trap in Xianqiao Town tomorrow," Long Yun laughed, picking up a large bowl of wine and drinking it all in one gulp.
"Senior Brother Long!" Xing Shuangxue frowned, signaling him not to continue.
"What's the big deal? We're all on the same side. It's said that righteous people should be of one mind and one heart," Long Yun waved his hand, not minding what he had said, and instead reassuring Xing Shuangxue.
"There's a market tomorrow. May I ask what kind of trap Brother Long Yun plans to set? Is there anything I can do to help?" Fei Chen's eyes darted around. He picked up his wine, clinked glasses with the other man, and praised after drinking it.
"Hmph, what business is it of your Xianxia Sect of meddling in what our Qingxuan Sect is doing?" Xing Shuangxue said coldly.
"Hehe, we're all righteous people, of the same ilk, do you know what 'of the same ilk' means?" Fei Chen emphasized those four words, making the other party quite angry, which made Lin Ruyue and the other three women want to laugh.
"That's right, righteous people should be like this. Actually, the matter is like this, our Qingxuan Peak Master Changsun is going to lure out our enemy who has been hiding in the North Sea for decades tomorrow, and my junior sister Shuangxue and I will provide support, blocking their reinforcements outside the city so that Master Changsun can personally kill his enemy." After all, the Xianxia Sect is a small branch of the Qingxuan Sect, so Long Yun did not hide anything and told the whole story.
"Oh, this enemy must be very powerful, right?" After two years of forced training, Lin Ruyue naturally guessed what this slippery junior brother wanted to do, so she asked in help.
"Of course, Gongliang Bai is a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator. Besides possessing extremely high alchemy skills, his Dragon Soaring Sword is also quite formidable. If we can kill him, we can not only avenge Uncle Changsun, but also do a good deed for the world." Long Yun was a man without much guile, with a pure Dao heart, and he spoke his mind.
"Hmm, that's true. Then I congratulate you on your victory, brother, in slaying this evil heretic and bringing glory to the Divine Continent." While saying this, Fei Chen thought to himself: You Qingxuan Sect don't seem to have anything good to offer. You just coveted his elixirs and fine sword, making it sound so noble.
"Haha, brother, whether it will work out is still uncertain. This Nascent Soul cultivator is no ordinary person. Tomorrow, we'll only be ambush his disciples and followers. Uncle Changsun will still be needed to fight Gongliang Bai." Long Yun laughed loudly, quite satisfied with the brother he was becoming increasingly familiar with.
A series of rapid knocks sounded at the door, and a young Qingxuan Sect disciple, around twenty years old, entered.
"Senior Sister, Gongliang Bai's disciples are staying at the mortuary outside the north of the city!" The man who entered looked at Xing Shuangxue with a beaming smile, but his face immediately fell when he saw Fei Chen and the others beside her.
He and Xing Shuangxue were both disciples of Cangqiong Peak. Xing Shuangxue was naturally beautiful and charming, attracting much attention from the peak's disciples. Therefore, Sun Xinlin also greatly admired this senior sister, and even when he came down the mountain on business, he tacitly treated her with respect. As for his rival, Long Yun, even though he was his senior brother, he couldn't be bothered with him. Besides, this senior brother was from Qingyun Peak, not from the same peak, so he treated him with extreme disrespect.
"Hehe, isn't this Senior Brother Sun? Oh, it's an acquaintance." Fei Chen glanced at the other man and chuckled, silently memorizing the location. Lin Ruyue and the other three became alert, tightening their grip on their swords.
Sun Xinlin feigned surprise, instead of getting angry, he laughed and said, "Oh, so it's some fellow members of the Xianxia Sect! What good luck to run into a few of you just by going out! We're really destined to meet."
"Of course we're destined." Seeing that the other party was laughing instead of getting angry, Fei Chen had already cursed him several times in his heart and was secretly on guard. After all, anything unusual was suspicious.
"Let's go!" Xing Shuangxue picked up the Longquan Tai'a sword and went out. She was unaware of the feud between Sun Xinlin and Yun Fei Chen and the others, but her face was frosty, clearly indicating that she didn't like sitting with these third-rate sect guys.
Seeing Xing Shuangxue leave with Sun Xinlin, Long Yun didn't want to stay and drink and talk any longer, so he apologized and followed.
Only Lin Ruyue and Fei Chen remained in the private room.
"How did Junior Brother run into that Xing Shuangxue? That woman is not easy to mess with. Could it be that you've taken a fancy to her?" Lin Ruyue pouted and glared at Fei Chen.
Xi Manxiang glanced at the two of them and laughed, "Hehe, junior brother, hurry up and apologize. Look, Senior Sister Lin is jealous."
Hearing their teasing, Chang Ruiting's face also fell, just like Lin Ruyue's. She remained silent, looking resentful.
"Is Xing Shuangxue really that beautiful? I don't think so. Why would junior brother like this woman, oh?" Fang Zhizhi patted Chang Ruiting's shoulder comfortingly and gave Fei Chen a wink.
The disciples were ranked from top to bottom as Lin Ruyue, Xi Manxiang, Fang Zhizhi, and Chang Ruiting. Lin Ruyue was strong yet gentle, Xi Manxiang was fair and mature, Fang Zhizhi was the best at reading people, and Chang Ruiting was good at socializing but had a relatively weak personality, so she was often looked after by the three of them. Each of them had a unique personality, and their beauty was hard to rank.
"No way, I like Master and my senior sisters the most. That Xing Shuangxue is so fierce and has no feminine qualities at all. If she falls into my hands one day, hehe..." Fei Chen didn't finish his sentence, but in his heart he thought: I'll definitely help her cure her princess syndrome.
"Hehe, although the Longquan Tai'a in her hand isn't of a high grade, it's still a divine weapon. Her cultivation has been passed down from her father, Xing Junhua. How can your broken woodcutter's knife possibly beat her? Don't end up being humiliated by her." Lin Ruyue said teasingly because she hadn't seen Fei Chen and Xing Shuangxue's fight earlier.
Fei Chen didn't take it to heart, smiling as he admired the several beautiful flowers surrounding him. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he licked his tongue, looking like he was looking at a woman with lustful eyes. The others covered their mouths and laughed when they saw this.
After a while, everyone stopped, and Lin Ruyue asked, "You inquired about this earlier, were you planning to ambush Gongliang Bai with them tomorrow?"
"No, that's not true. He's a Nascent Soul stage expert, how could I possibly defeat him? But I haven't been home for a long time, and I want to go back to Jiuxian Mountain to see if my adoptive father has returned. Senior sisters, please go to Yunshan to wait for me tomorrow. After I've finished visiting home, I'll come find you." Fei Chen said, looking at his senior sisters' wide eyes.
"How can that be? Master said we must protect you. Although your cultivation is at the third level of the Fetal Movement stage, similar to mine, you don't have a protective sword. I can't rest easy." Fang Zhizhi said worriedly, believing this was Fei Chen's way of escaping unscathed.
"Senior sister, you're just worried sick. I'm just going home for a bit, and my woodcutter's knife is quite useful. Flying on a sword is a bit tiring, but it's not unusable, is it?" Fei Chen blinked, pouted, and pretended to be about to cry.
"That's true. It's been two years since I've been home, so going back is a good thing." After a long time without tears, Chang Ruiting's psychological defenses were instantly broken down.
"Alright, let him go. It's late, everyone go to sleep." Lin Ruyue glanced at everyone, then pulled Chang Ruiting to leave, not forgetting to glare at Fei Chen before leaving.
"I'm going to sleep too. Junior brother, don't go out tonight, or we'll have to look for you again." Xi Manxiang instructed, and also went out the door.
"I know, I promise I won't go out." Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Fei Chen immediately promised, but what he was thinking about at this moment was how to get some benefits from Xing Shuangxue.
Half an hour later, guessing that Lin Ruyue and the others had fallen asleep, he climbed out of the inn through the window, drew his dark, ominous woodcutter's knife, and flew north on his sword...

Chapter Sixteen, Three Petals Seeking Flowers, Four Petals Inquiring About Love

Outside the city gate, a temple-like building stood beside the bare moat. This was the mortuary they had mentioned earlier. The small mortuary was dilapidated; half of the wooden door had fallen to the ground, and the other half was nowhere to be seen, clearly damaged in a fight.
Inside, blue and red lights blazed, constantly clashing. Upon reflection, it seemed Xing Shuangxue and the others were engaged in a magical battle.
Fei Chen didn't approach them, but stood behind a locust tree beside the mortuary, watching their every move from afar.
The man fighting Xing Shuangxue, Long Yun, and Sun Xinlin was a middle-aged man. He had an ordinary appearance and a solemn expression. A green immortal sword swirled in his hand, his movements incredibly fluid and skillful, yet he seemed to handle the flying swords of the three fighters with ease.
Fei Chen used his divine eye to observe the four combatants. Among them, Gongliang Bai's disciple had already achieved the ninth level of the Core Formation stage, similar to Long Yun's seventh level. Xing Shuangxue was at the second level, and Sun Xinlin was one level below her.
Gongliang Bai's disciple was close to condensing his Nascent Soul, and although he was only two levels higher than Long Yun, his rich combat experience allowed him to hold his own. The three from Qingxuan Sect, on the other hand, clearly lacked the will to fight to the death. They only sought to combine their strength to eliminate their opponent, which explained why the battle had remained deadlocked for half an hour.
"Three days of shooting at the valley, killing and living at noon, piercing sword! Heavenly sword! Piercing sword!" After two years of cultivation, Sun Xinlin's strength had greatly increased, and he wielded the Piercing Sword more and more skillfully. Compared to the previous two years, his speed had increased considerably. A celestial weapon, the Firefly, transformed into a sky full of red light, continuously thrusting three swords towards the middle-aged man's eyes!
"Hmph, it's better not to use the Piercing Sword with such power." The difference between the first level of the Core Formation stage is already enormous, let alone the difference between the seventh and eighth levels.
"Green bamboo luxuriant, its leaves verdant, three leaves seeking flowers, four leaves inquiring about love!"
The middle-aged man grunted, his expression far removed from the intent of the sword technique. He gracefully slashed out seven swords, each sword cutting out a green arc of light, much like gentle flying leaves. But it was these three green leaves, whispering like lovers, that easily shattered the opponent's three terrifying Piercing Swords. The remaining four deadly leaves then attacked Sun Xinlin opposite him.
"Junior brother, be careful! It's the 'Flying Leaf Slash' from Shanhe Manor." The red sword in Long Yun's hand was several levels inferior to the Flowing Firefly sword; it was just an ordinary eighth-level magic weapon, which seemed somewhat mismatched for a disciple of the Qingxuan Sect with his cultivation level. Therefore, he rarely clashed with the middle-aged man's sword during the fight, appearing somewhat restrained.
Sun Xinlin, relying on his immortal weapon and his arrogant nature, had never encountered an opponent in all his years of travel, so he refused to listen to his senior brother's warning and insisted on taking the ultimate move. With several clangs, after three flying leaves were blocked, the last one still struck his protective aura. With a loud bang, he was sent flying backward, vomiting a mouthful of blood, his phoenix eyes narrowed into slits, his face as red as a date, and he almost fainted.
"Junior brother!" After all, they were fellow disciples. Seeing her junior brother injured, Xing Shuangxue immediately drew her sword and rushed over to fight him.
Seeing Sun Xinlin in danger and Xing Shuangxue seemingly ready to fight to the death, Long Yun was extremely anxious. He gripped his sword, took seven steps in a row, and shouted, "Nine Heavens Mysterious Divine Lightning, transform into divine thunder! Majestic heavenly might, summoned by the renowned sword!"
Instantly, a deafening roar erupted as nine bolts of true lightning fell from the sky, piercing the rooftop and converging on Long Yun's red magic sword. With a sudden swing of his right hand, the nine bolts of divine lightning struck the middle-aged man fighting Xing Shuangxue with unparalleled speed.
Unexpectedly, under Xing Shuangxue's frenzied attack, the middle-aged man was unable to escape. He blocked three of the nine azure lightning bolts with his sword, and his protective aura withstood three more, but his body bore the brunt of the remaining three. He vomited several liters of blood on the spot, and his sword cracked in several places.
Long Yun was also in bad shape. After all, the more powerful the spell, the more exquisite the sword required. The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Technique was a famous sixth-level spell of the Qingxuan Sect, which could only be controlled by a celestial artifact or higher. Therefore, he was also hit by the backlash of the spell and coughed up blood. His red magic sword shattered into more than a dozen pieces, which even a god could not repair.
Little did he know that the mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. From afar, he saw the middle-aged man clutching his chest and rushing out of the mortuary. Fortunately, Shuang Xue was busy observing Long Yun's injuries and had no time to pay attention to anything else. Fei Chen was overjoyed...
Concealing his aura, Fei Chen quickly followed behind the middle-aged man. He was already audacious, and he followed closely step by step, seemingly unafraid that the other party would find out.
Having traveled countless miles, gradually moving away from the mortuary, the middle-aged man, severely injured and unable to pay attention to his surroundings, hastily turned into a small alley in the city. Unbeknownst to him, Fei Chen was already lying in ambush at the alley's entrance.
The moment the middle-aged man stepped out, he was suddenly intercepted by a cleaver that shot out with lightning speed! A dark, menacing cleaver slashed through the air, cutting off the man's sword-wielding right hand in an arc darker than the night itself!
With his hand severed, the middle-aged man groaned, staggering back several steps, his eyes fixed on the young man before him. Blood gushed from his severed arm as if it were free, contorting his face in agony. However, being a seasoned warrior, even severely injured, he still managed to silently recite an incantation to retract his sword from his severed arm.
"Huh?" Fei Chen was also surprised by the opponent's extraordinary strength; even with his power greatly diminished, he had still managed to accurately dodge his charged attack.
"Who are you! You're just another scoundrel from the Qingxuan Sect!" The middle-aged man shouted, staring at the black woodcutter's knife.
"Hmph, that's none of your business. Either leave your things behind, or leave your life behind." With a flick of his wrist, six woodcutter's knives floated around Fei Chen, making it look like a robbery...
...
At dawn, the clouds parted, the sun shone, the rain stopped, and the wind ceased. Birds chirped and fluttered through the branches, scattering many leaves and raindrops, allowing the faint light to filter through the treetops and spill onto the verdant ground, creating a carpet of silver.
A clanging sound rang out from the courtyard behind the inn, followed by a song that woke everyone still fast asleep.
The song went like this: "Clang, clang, clang, last night a light rain, today clear skies, the mantis stalks the cicada, returning to the forest at night, unaware of the oriole passing by, gaining treasure and silver..." "
Hmm... is that Junior Brother... still can't shake this bad habit, singing all sorts of nonsensical songs when he's happy." Lin Ruyue stretched, yawned, and woke up Chang Ruiting, who was sleeping beside her.
"Hehe, who else would be so early, so bold, so outgoing? I wonder what mischief he's gotten himself into this time." Fang Zhizhi and Xi Manxiang pushed open the door and greeted them.
After everyone finished washing up, they went to the woods in the backyard to see what interesting things their junior brother had left after leaving the mountain gate. When they got downstairs, Xing Shuangxue and Long Yun were also heading to the backyard, so it seemed that the four of them weren't the only ones curious.
"...Other mountains and rivers, other mountains and stones, I know my own senior sister, I don't need to ask what I want to do, the clear breeze and bright moon are my neighbors..."
"You!" Hearing that nonsense ballad and seeing the green first-grade immortal sword on the iron drill, Xing Shuangxue was so angry that she couldn't speak.
"Haha, Brother Yun is truly a wonderful person. He killed the evil heretics without making a sound, without fear of violence, without arrogance, truly a blessing for our righteous path." Long Yun was magnanimous. Seeing the sword, he knew that Gongliang Bai's disciple had been killed by Fei Chen. He didn't think of anything else and instead cupped his hands in congratulations.
"Senior Brother!" Xing Shuangxue was furious. Her junior brother was still bedridden, Long Yun's weapon was shattered into pieces, and this shameless brat was swaggering around. Wasn't this blatant boasting?
Winking at Xing Shuangxue, Fei Chen felt a surge of satisfaction. He cupped his hands to Long Yun and laughed, "Hehe, easy, easy. For the sake of the people of our Divine Continent, I'm willing to work long hours, even if it means leaving early and returning late to kill those evil demons. It was only after hearing Brother Long Yun's words last night that I was able to see the light, like seeing the clear sky after the clouds have parted."
"Pfft!" After hearing Fei Chen's words, Lin Ruyue and the other three, who had been holding back for a long time, couldn't help but laugh.
Outside the city in the afternoon, the four women saw Fei Chen off.
"You, with your seemingly harmless exterior, are actually up to some truly outrageous deeds. I really don't know what's wrong with you. Anyone who messes with you will be skinned alive," Lin Ruyue said, patting Fei Chen's head.
Although he was taller than everyone else in the sect, he was only a little over sixteen years old. She looked young, like a girl of marriageable age, but she was much older than him, so her tone was full of doting affection.
Faced with Lin Ruyue's doting, Fei Chen frowned, his lips trembled, and tears seemed about to fall. He stammered, "Senior Sister Lin... I..."
"You... what's wrong?" Seeing her junior brother about to cry, Lin Ruyue panicked and asked blankly.
"I...I miss Master." The next moment, Fei Chen tightly hugged Lin Ruyue with his left arm, squeezed her breasts with his right hand, and then gave her a passionate kiss. His speed, skill, and precision left everyone speechless.
"You! You damn monkey! Let go of your senior sister!" Lin Ruyue wiped her face, only to find drool everywhere, making her look quite disheveled. The three people beside her immediately gloated.
"You two, stop being so clingy. It's time to set off." Chang Ruiting felt a pang of jealousy seeing the two hugging and cuddling. "
Hehe, alright, alright, I won't hug my senior sister anymore, I'll hug you instead." He pretended to hug her, but instead took out a small silver pouch and stuffed it into Chang Ruiting's hand. This pouch was the Qiankun bag they had robbed the night before, a bonus among their many treasures.
"Senior Sister is often away from home, which is inconvenient. This Qiankun bag is something Junior Brother robbed. Please accept it, Senior Sister."
Chang Ruiting clutched the purse in her hand, deeply moved. Her jealousy vanished, and she was speechless. The other three were filled with envy. After all, they couldn't make such a treasure with their current cultivation level. It was a precious item. Fei Chen had given her personal Qiankun bag to Ru Yushi because she had too many belongings and found them troublesome.
"These heretics are so incompetent. They can't even beat someone with a woodcutter's knife. Don't they know that a commoner is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime?" Chang Ruiting blushed and tried to divert everyone's attention, but no one took the bait. They just stared blankly at Yun Fei Chen, who was flying away on his sword, as if afraid that their junior brother would never return.
"Waaah... I wonder if Junior Brother remembers the way back to Xianxia Sect... What if he... what if he doesn't remember?" Seeing no one answer, Chang Ruiting, moved by the tears, burst into tears. She felt utterly pitiful, having only spent two days with her Junior Brother before having to part again.
"Why are you crying? Maybe you'll see him tomorrow," Fang Zhizhi quickly patted Chang Ruiting's shoulder, comforting her, though she herself felt melancholy.
"Yes, yes, Junior Brother will definitely come looking for us tomorrow. You've all forgotten about me, the person right in front of you. How heartless!" Xi Manxiang feigned anger, giving Fang Zhizhi a push.
Although Fei Chen said it was only a day apart, the four of them were reluctant to part with their mischievous Junior Brother, perhaps because he was the only one they cherished.

Chapter Seventeen, The Immortal-Slaying

Sword The setting sun cast its last rays upon the sea, painting it a vibrant
crimson. Crimson blood merged with the sky and sea, a scene of fading red. The vegetation here was strangely vast, clearly not of this world. On the beach, a colossal dragon, over a hundred meters long, lay dead. Its silvery spine bore hundreds of enormous, gleaming bone spikes, each five meters long, pointing skyward like sharp spears. Two rows of sharp teeth gleamed within them. Countless horrific wounds oozed crimson blood, and its eyes were lifeless.
Beside the dead dragon, six men and women stood, swords drawn, locked in a fierce battle.
"Hahaha! You were once renowned figures! I never expected you would resort to such a sneak attack!" The laughing man was a middle-aged man in black, his left hand severed and bleeding profusely, with several holes in his body, yet he seemed completely unfazed by the three men and two women before him.
"Hmph, Fifth Heavenly Demon, why waste so much breath? Leave the Immortal-Slaying Sword, release its seal, and you can go free. Why bother?" An older man stepped forward, with a white beard, a green Taoist robe, and a dark blue face.
"You madman Qing! You old codger from the Qingcheng Sect, you call yourself a righteous person! I've fought alongside you in the Flying Immortal Realm for over a thousand years against the Demon God, and today you dare to ambush me! I never expected this! I never expected this!" The Heavenly Demon roared, his weathered face contorted in pain, the black Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand seemingly humming with rage, greedily sucking up the flowing blood, its appearance so ferocious that it was almost unbearable to look at.
"What's so unexpected about this! A demon is still a demon, Senior Brother Li Qingxuan, what else is there to do but kill this man?!" The middle-aged woman in the Taoist robe held a multicolored sword, pointing it at the Heavenly Demon, her face radiating a palpable killing intent. Li Qingxuan, whom she had invited, stood still, his face frosty, making no move.
"Master Jue Tian, hehe, I've killed quite a few of your Emei Sect members back in the day. Your female disciples and grand-disciples are just like you, only knowing how to cling to the Qingxuan Sect's tail. But they just ignore you, hahaha!" The Heavenly Demon laughed again, continuing to humiliate the five men and women before him.
"You foul mouth, I'll kill you! My Emei Sect is not to be humiliated by you!!" Master Jue Tian was furious. This was clearly implying that her Emei Sect had climbed to the top tier of sects through inter-sect marriages. How could she not be enraged? She immediately went to cut this scoundrel into eighteen pieces.
Just as they were about to clash again, the only monk among the three men and two women stepped forward, blocking Abbess Jue Tian's path. He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Heavenly Demon Benefactor, we both came here by breaking through the void, and this should not have happened today. However, now that the Hundred-Clawed Evil Dragon is dead, the demons near this entrance have decreased, making it the perfect time to set up the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. Why doesn't Heavenly Demon Benefactor entrust this Immortal Slaughtering Sword to this old monk for safekeeping, relinquish worldly desires, and return to Buddhism?"
"You old bald monk, you've lived for thousands of years, don't you know this sword is my life?! Your Tiangang Sect, Qingxuan Sect, Zhengdao Sect, Emei Sect, Qingcheng Sect, which sect didn't have thousands of lives on my hands back then? Give you the Immortal-Slaying Sword? Hahaha! You want me to just wait to be slaughtered?! Cough...cough cough! Absolutely impossible!" Overwhelmed with rage, the Heavenly Demon spat a mouthful of blood onto the Immortal-Slaying Sword.
"Hehe, then we'll go and get it ourselves, no need to say anything more to you, you heretic." A beautiful woman stepped forward, presumably one of the Zhengdao Sect members the Heavenly Demon had mentioned.
Apart from Li Qingxuan, the other four were already eager to try, but the one called the Heavenly Demon didn't want to grant their wish.
"Hmph... Even if you want this sword, I don't think you can hold onto it. The Immortal-Slaying Sword's seal remains unbroken, its malevolent energy lingers, and none of you will obtain it! Even if you do, you'll become the next me!" With that, the Heavenly Demon plunged the Immortal-Slaying Sword into his own heart. With a
flick of his wrist, he tossed the sword into a gap several miles in radius beside the giant dragon. This gap was bottomless, like an endless abyss, opening and closing like a heart, seemingly alive—truly eerie. "Quick! Catch the Immortal-Slaying Sword! Don't let it fall to the mortal realm!" The Heavenly Master shouted, leaping forward to snatch it. The other three followed suit, only the Qingxuan Sect's Dao Ancestor, Li Qingxuan, his face pale, stood motionless, watching the Heavenly Demon turn to ashes before turning and leaving.
The quickest to react, Abbess Jue Tian grabbed the Immortal-Slaying Sword, but she regretted it the next moment. The sword was scorching hot, as if it had just come out of a furnace, emitting a thick, black smoke. With a loud
crackling sound, it burned her hand, turning her entire left hand black instantly! "Ah!" Abbess Jue Tian cried out in anguish, throwing the Immortal-Slaying Sword to the nearby Madman Qing.
Sizzle!
"Whoa! Abbess Jue Tian! What are you doing!" Madman Qing also shouted, his hand retracting as if bitten by a snake the moment it touched the Immortal-Slaying Sword, both his hands also turning black.
"This is the Myriad Demonic Aura Technique unleashed by the Heavenly Demon after exhausting his primordial spirit. Even the Immortal-Slaying Sword's own restrictions haven't been lifted. This sword is now the most ferocious weapon in the world, uncontrollable by anyone. You should all give up now and let it fall into the mortal realm, allowing time to dissipate its malevolent energy." Li Qingxuan turned his head, casually uttered these words, and disappeared from the shore.
Upon hearing this, everyone froze in mid-air, staring in disbelief as the Immortal-Slaying Sword plunged into the black abyss, sighing endlessly.
The pitch-black Immortal-Slaying Sword spun rapidly, flying over a thousand miles in an instant, disappearing from everyone's sight...
"Hehe, another fifteen thousand eons have passed? What a coincidence, what a coincidence, Fifth Heavenly Demon, you didn't die unjustly. In the thousands of years you've killed so many useless people, what a waste of your cultivation. But, thanks to you, otherwise I really wouldn't have woken up, hahaha... ah hahaha..." A high-pitched female voice came from the sword, alluring yet terrifying...
Immortal Bridge Town, market.
'White Ox in human form, dignified and beautiful, priced at one hundred gold; Toad in human form, immensely strong, good at catching mosquitoes, priced at one hundred taels... Signed: North City Vegetable Market' This is an advertisement posted on the bulletin board at the north gate of the town, a common sight in border markets. After all, in sparsely populated areas, monsters roam freely. Monsters that have gained sentience can gradually transform into human form after absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth or cultivating magic. Just like the pig demon of Nine Immortals Mountain, who transformed into human form after decades of rubbing himself in some treasure land with precious mud.
This is the era of immortals in the Divine Continent, where people say, "charlatans roam the streets, and immortals are as cheap as dogs." Some highly skilled people with a little bit of magic capture these monsters and sell them to wealthy people as bedchamber maids or laborers. Although such a trade is considered a strange thing in the Divine Continent, the monsters sold are generally of low magical power. Apart from their own supernatural abilities, they are not much stronger than normal people. There are very few powerful monsters, and even if there were, people probably wouldn't dare to buy them.
The market in Immortal Bridge Town is not very big, covering a little over a hundred acres, but it is lined with stalls selling miscellaneous goods and has a transient population. The place was bustling and vibrant, with vendors selling daylilies, tofu pudding, sons, daughters, and even those performing feats like breaking boulders on their chests, swallowing swords, and eating snakes—a dazzling array that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Two years later, Fei Chen, now a cultivator, returned to this place, filled with a sense of nostalgia. He wondered if the old Zhang's Fine Art Comic Strip Shop, which he used to frequent, was still there. Had the Suo family's beautiful young woman with breasts as large as washbasins gotten married?
Fei Chen's cunning eyes swept around, and like a fly spotting dung, he immediately found his target.
"Old Zhang, do you still have any new stuff for sale today? Can I borrow it for a look? Hehe, if it's good, I'll take a few more this time." The speaker was naturally Yun Feichen. He slurped his saliva, winked lecherously, and expertly pulled up a small stool, sitting down next to the simple bookstore run by the man called Old Zhang. He was quick and efficient, a skill he'd honed over a long time.
When Old Zhang saw Feichen, his half-closed eyes widened, and his seventy-year-old body straightened up a bit: "Hey, it's you, you brat! I heard those monkey bastards from the Death-Snatcher say you went up the mountain with your master to learn martial arts. Are you lying to me? Or were you expelled from the sect, you little devil? Oh! You must have been expelled. You're the most troublesome kid. If you don't discipline me for three days, you'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles. You must be tired of this boring stuff."
"Hey, you're so old and you're talking nonsense. It seems I wasted half a month reading your comic books a few years ago, and you're already making such a fuss. If you want me to be a good person, I've brought money with me this time. Quickly bring me the comic books you've drawn in the last two years." As Fei Chen spoke, his hand had already reached under the bookshelf. When he pulled out his lewd hand, there were several brand-new thread-bound blue books. The titles of the books were all quite prestigious, such as "The Monk with the Fire Lamp Grass", "Xi Shi Grinding Tofu at Midnight", and "The Immortal's Journey to the Jade Cave", and so on.
Flipping through the book "Xi Shi Grinding Tofu at Midnight," Fei Chen clicked his tongue in admiration, pointing and gesturing as he discussed it with Old Zhang: "Tsk tsk, I never imagined your painting skills had reached such a new level! Look at this part, tsk tsk tsk, it's really well drawn! I'm starting to wonder if you did it yourself. The posture, the style, it's divine skill, divine skill!"
Old Zhang stroked his beard, his back ramrod straight, his face unblinking, and crossed his legs smugly: "That's right! Since ancient times, heroes have all been fond of women, and those who are not fond of women are not heroes. I am not a hero, but when I'm fond of women, I can rival a hero. Hehe, you're quite the smooth talker, kid. Consider this a gift to you."
Just as Fei Chen wiped the spittle sprayed all over his face, Boom!! A sudden loud crash almost made him drop "Xi Shi Grinding Tofu at Midnight."

Chapter 18, Dragon and Phoenix Clash Swords

A house-sized gap was suddenly blasted open in the north gate city wall. After this unexpected turn of events, the astonished crowd looked towards the scene and saw two figures wielding swords facing each other. The quick-thinking gate guards vanished in the blink of an eye.
If a house-sized gap could be blasted open in the thickness of the city gate, this battle of immortals was not something ordinary people could witness! Did they have a death wish?
"Oh dear, what a fine market! This battle of immortals every other day! I might as well not sell my books anymore! You brat, why aren't you running away?" Having witnessed this battle of immortals before, Old Zhang reached for the pile of books under the counter, quickly packed them into a bundle, slung it over his shoulder, and grabbed Fei Chen, ready to run. But Fei Chen stood still, staring blankly at the stall selling monsters in the market.
Seeing that he couldn't pull him away, Old Zhang shouted, "Hey! You brat, are you trying to get yourself killed? Come with me!"
"Hehe, Old Zhang, you'd better run. Take this silver, Fei Chen won't keep it if he has something to do." Fei Chen dropped a large ingot of horseshoe-shaped silver, broke free from Old Zhang's hand, and hid under the treetops in a few leaps. He was the kind of person who wouldn't act until he saw a good opportunity; loitering and picking up bargains was his forte.
"Haha, you old Taoist priest with the bull's nose, you really are quite flamboyant. You even brought the Five Elements Beast to exchange for gold. You didn't need to make such a fuss to lure me out. It's not good to get so angry when old friends meet." The speaker was an old man with a white goatee and a face full of wrinkles, who looked like a kind and amiable old farmer.
The middle-aged Taoist priest was the one who delivered the thunderous blow. In his hand was a deep blue immortal sword named "Flying Phoenix," its cold light as sharp as water, penetrating straight to the heart. The Taoist priest said, "If I hadn't catered to your desires and captured the Five Elements Beasts, I'm afraid you, Gongliang Bai, and Elder Gongliang, wouldn't have shown yourselves."
"You old Taoist priest actually knows that I lack Five Elements Beasts as a catalyst for alchemy, huh? Hehe, I don't have any gold on hand. What do you think would be better to exchange it for? Your father's beloved sword 'Wandering Dragon,' or some kind of magic weapon? As long as your eldest grandson Yi says the word, I'll take out what I can and exchange it." The old man named Gongliang Bai finished speaking with a smile, but then reached into the gilded pouch at his waist and somehow pulled out a three-foot-long sword. The blade was red, the edge was black, and two ancient inscriptions were written on it in a flowing, dragon-and-phoenix style, namely the two characters "Wandering Dragon." Judging from the two swords, they were actually a pair of swords, male and female.
Judging from their demeanor, it didn't seem like a barter transaction; it was more like murder and robbery. Fei Chen now understood that these two were Gongliang Bai and Elder Changsun, whom Long Yun had mentioned, and that they had their eyes on the pair of dragon and phoenix swords.
Changsun Yi, instead of being angry, laughed and said, "Hmph, I've been looking for you for decades. I thought you'd forgotten my name, Changsun Yi of Shanhe Manor? It turns out you do remember. I dare not presume to exchange for this magical weapon. As long as you, Gongliang Bai, live, I'll give you that Five Elements Beast that can greatly increase your strength, and even if I lose my life, it's worth it!"
"Shanhe Manor? So that Shanhe Secret Manual originally belonged to Changsun Yi. Hehe, I like things from the righteous path." Recalling the manual he obtained from robbing Gongliang Bai last night, Fei Chen felt a surge of excitement. His Xianxia Sect was lacking in magic, so he could honestly and unceremoniously take it into the sect, modify it when he returned to the mountain, and turn it into the sect's founding manual.
The two acted in stark contrast to each other. Though they smiled at each other, their surroundings had already changed. First, Changsun Yi let out a soft whistle, and an aura suddenly rose around him, creating wisps of mist that made him appear like a celestial being descending to earth—a truly spectacular sight.
Meanwhile, Gongliang Bai was suddenly enveloped in a black and red aura, hissing and crackling . The two ignored everyone else, their expressions arrogant and aloof.
"A Five Elements Beast that has greatly increased its strength? A transformed demon beast?" Fei Chen looked suspiciously behind the Taoist named Changsun Yi. There stood a petite girl, only thirteen or fourteen years old, timidly standing on the platform; this must be the demon.
The Five Elements Beast girl had long, black hair that reached her waist, delicate features, and bright, star-like eyes that held a hint of timidity. Overall, she was exceptionally beautiful. A simple, loose-fitting short robe draped over her body made her look incredibly sexy. This image made Yun Chen shake his head and chuckle to himself: "I don't think it greatly increases my strength; she looks more like a genuine little beauty. It's like a wolf entering a tiger's den. Sigh, you old monsters, how come everyone covets your possessions?"
At this moment, most of the people in the market had run far away. Fei Chen glanced around and saw Long Yun, Xing Shuangxue, and Sun Xinlin not far away, very close to the Five Elements Beast. The three of them had just taken off their hats and revealed their faces.
Gongliang Bai glanced left and right, then looked towards Long Yun and the other two, and sneered, "Your disciples and followers must be here today too, right? Don't righteous people always like to attack each other in groups?"
"Go ahead and provoke me. So what if I, Changsun Yi, lose a little reputation? Apart from you, this evil heretic causing trouble, no one in the righteous path would object. Besides, we have an irreconcilable feud. Even if it's a bit despicable, it'll just be a satisfying revenge for the world. But don't worry, this time I will definitely kill you, you villain!" A trace of desolation flashed across Changsun Yi's face, but in an instant, he smiled. The Flying Phoenix Sword in his hand rose strangely three feet above his head, the tip pointing directly at Gongliang Bai. The pale blue sword light seemed to penetrate the human body, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.
"Wow, I didn't realize that your cultivation had reached such a level after only a few decades. I remember you were just an unknown young man before, and now you're an elder of the Qingxuan Sect. Time flies, and it burns the body the most. You've already achieved such cultivation, but to kill me with this level of cultivation, don't you think it's a bit too early?" Gongliang Bai sighed, while the 'Wandering Dragon' in his hand slowly rose up, facing the opponent's 'Flying Phoenix'. It hummed and rang, full of fighting spirit, and the scorching red light even faintly overshadowed the opponent's blue sword light!
Both of the immortal artifacts were of the first-grade quality, and in the hands of two immortals who had formed the Nascent Soul stage, their power was brought to its extreme, which opened Fei Chen's eyes wide.
"Fifty years ago, you infiltrated my manor, using all sorts of tricks to severely injure my father in battle. Then, while I was cultivating at the Qingxuan Sect, you murdered my entire family of fifty-four and stole my Shanhe Manor's most treasured artifact, the 'Map of Mountains and Rivers.' If I don't avenge this blood feud today, I will be ashamed to be a son!" Changsun Yi finished speaking, quickly forming a sword incantation with his hands, his feet striking five directions, and he shouted: "Dry from the floating clouds, fall from the sky, ten feathered canopies, float down from the sky, dense rain and mist, suppress it with swift rain!"

Chapter Nineteen, Demon Flower Bell

The immortal artifact 'Flying Phoenix' seemed to receive a command, immediately stirring up a towering fog, spinning as it rushed towards its opponent. First, dark clouds rolled incessantly overhead, then feathered canopies, like cotton, descended from the heavens. Next, hailstones thundered from within the canopies, crashing to the ground, causing sand and stones to tumble. The immense sound and overwhelming force stirred up the heavens and earth!
Upon hearing the phrase "drying up from the floating clouds, falling from the sky," Fei Chen recalled the Peach Blossom Pendant, a level seven spell from his Immortal Cloud Sect. This confirmed his belief that his sect's spells were indeed inherited from the orthodox Qingxuan Sect. The astonishing power of the Swift Rain Formation gave him new insights into immortal spells, making him even more hesitant to approach.
The Swift Rain Formation was a level five spell of the Qingxuan Sect, two levels higher than the Heaven-Piercing Sword and the Peach Blossom Pendant. Such a powerful spell could only be wielded with a divine artifact. Changsun Yi could only easily cast it thanks to the attributes of the Flying Phoenix Sword; with other attributes, the damage to the sword would be immense. This is why immortals and Taoists often carried chipped or broken weapons around repairing them.
Feuds in the martial world were common, and murder and robbery were not uncommon, but such a life-or-death struggle between these two Taoists was rare, ironically benefiting the audacious Fei Chen, who was there to watch the spectacle for free.
Seeing the immortal artifact Flying Phoenix rushing towards him along with the Swift Rain Formation, Gongliang Bai became highly alert. Although the opponent's immortal artifact, the Wandering Dragon Sword, was of a counter-attribute, he was still a highly skilled cultivator, not a weakling who could be easily defeated. Without any apparent movement, a black and red cloud of flames suddenly rose up, lifting him up and allowing him to dodge the powerful attack from the Flying Phoenix! However, the Swift Rain Formation had a vast range. Although he had dodged the sword strike, the hail and rain within it caused his protective aura to vibrate violently, making it difficult for him to hold the Wandering Dragon Sword.
He then formed sword incantations in mid-air, drawing several magic arrays. Immediately, he stepped out in various directions, and the light on the Wandering Dragon Sword shone brightly, burning like flames from the heavens. The rapid and vigorous flames spread, and the condensed sword light even left faint marks on the trees ten feet away, as if they had been cut by ordinary weapons.
Before the opponent could fully unleash their sword technique, the immortal artifact "Flying Phoenix" blasted away sand and stones from the ground with a wave of water. It then unexpectedly turned and its tip shot upwards in pursuit!
Gongliang Bai dodged the upward-flying phoenix, his hands already forming several intricate sword techniques in rapid succession. He shouted, "Desolate fire, magnificent might, Nine Heavens Fire Dragon, summon it!"
Behind the complex array, the sword incantation he uttered was shorter than the Swift Rain Array. As soon as the incantation finished, the scorching hot Dragon Sword displayed breathtaking speed, carrying a red tail as it lunged at Changsun Yi! A deafening boom! A large hole was pierced in the middle of the stone platform, and hissing flames shot up, truly resembling a raging fire dragon soaring to the heavens! The red dragon roared and devoured the Ten Absolute Feather Canopy covering Gongliang Bai's head, instantly relieving him of the perilous rainstorm.
However, the fire dragon didn't disappear; instead, it lunged at Changsun Yi! The entire market seemed to be turning into a fiery hell.
"Shameless old bastard, using my Shanhe Manor's techniques against me? Are you underestimating me?" Changsun Yi roared, his brow furrowing in fury. He had already estimated the positions of the five elemental beasts and his juniors who wanted to intervene but had nowhere to do so. He secretly sensed something was wrong, but only retreated two zhang, hoping to avoid the main attack.
Boom! The fire dragon exploded from the front, blasting a huge circular crater in the ground.
Changsun Yi was too close, and his protective aura was barely holding up. However, his Daoist robe was scorched yellow by the flames, and his hands were cracked. In this round, he was clearly at a disadvantage.
"Haha, the righteous sects are indeed righteous sects. Even though they want to kill me, they are unwilling to let a few petty villains get involved. Changsun Yi, you are just as soft-hearted as your father! Let's see how many times you can dodge the Nine Heavens Desolate Fire Dragon Technique!" Gongliang Bai was referring to the Five Elements Beast girl who was relatively close. He had expended a lot of magic power, and he was in a good mood after this successful attack.
Upon hearing that this overwhelming spell was the most powerful ultimate technique in the "Secret Manual of Mountains and Rivers," the "Nine Heavens Desolate Fire Dragon Technique," Fei Chen's mouth also widened. It was a level five powerful spell, just like the Swift Rain Formation, but its power was much greater. After all, one was a large-scale thunderstorm, while the other was a single-target man-eating fire dragon. They could not be compared when fighting each other.
Changsun knew that the other party was so fierce that they wouldn't care about those around them, so he flicked his hand, gently chanted a few incantations, and released the Five Elements Beast's restraints. The Five Elements Beast behind him moved, instantly retreating several feet at great speed, but turning around and rushing towards Fei Chen in the far distance!
"Young Master, save Hua Ling!" The little girl had already seen Fei Chen, who hadn't left, and Long Yun and the others in another direction, but for some reason, she ran towards Fei Chen instead of trying to escape herself. She was probably terrified. She had been captured while hiding in the sea, and now, where could she escape to? It would be better to find someone to protect her.
"Hey! Are you kidding me!" Fei Chen stood at a distance, thinking to himself that this was a stupid demon. Now he had become the target of everyone's attacks, but he couldn't hide now. The Five Elements Beast was hiding behind him, holding his hand tightly, and looking timidly at the Taoists fighting not far ahead. Its pitiful state made it hard to abandon it.
Xing Shuangxue also spotted Fei Chen, her face clearly showing anger, as if to say: "You little thief, you're planning to ambush me again, aren't you!"
Fei Chen, however, remained unperturbed, appearing harmless and even winking at Xing Shuangxue.
Sun Xinlin's face was ashen, but his phoenix eyes were filled with rage. He had long harbored murderous intent towards this opportunistic and self-serving fellow, and if it weren't for his current dejected expression, he would have already drawn his sword and killed Fei Chen. Long
Yun, on the other hand, maintained his benevolent demeanor, waving and greeting him.
Changsun Yi had only captured the demon beast to lure Gongliang Bai out, and he didn't want to harm her. Now that he had achieved his goal, he would release her to avoid having to protect her later and making her a burden. In a battle between experts, every second counts; a slight lapse in concentration could mean certain death. There was no time for distraction.
However, before Fei Chen, whose whereabouts had been exposed, could figure out what to do, another series of sudden changes occurred!
P.S.: Thanks to Mars for the single-chapter recommendation, and of course, to everyone for your generous support. Thank you sincerely.

Chapter Twenty: The Jealousy of Shuangxue

A whooshing sound of wind filled the air as a woman in white, riding a jet-black flying sword, arrived with a whoosh! The sword rose near the ground, then plummeted vertically onto the stone platform. The girl stood lightly on the sword, her posture and appearance breathtakingly beautiful, truly embodying the line, "White brocade without patterns, fragrant and radiant; jade trees and precious buds, a thousand piles of snow."
Her flawless skin was as white as frost and snow, her crescent-shaped eyebrows beautiful, her almond eyes like stars in the moonlight, her delicate nose, her rosy cheeks, and her cherry-like lips perfectly complemented her snow-white attire. While Shuangxue was already extremely beautiful, this woman was even more like a goddess from the heavens, proud and extraordinary, her ethereal aura surpassing even Shuangxue's, and flawless in every way.
Her arrival caused a noticeable hint of jealousy to appear on Xing Shuangxue's face, a rare look of infatuation to appear in Long Yun's eyes, while Sun Xinlin seemed somewhat ashamed.
Fei Chen's usually sly eyes showed an unusual blank expression, and despite his desperate attempts to look away, he couldn't: "Is there such a beauty in this world?"
The girl bowed to Changsun Yi and said calmly, "Uncle-Master, I'm late."
"Hmm, Wei Rui, how is your master?" Changsun Yi nodded and said politely.
"Master is very well, thank you for your concern, Uncle-Master Changsun." The girl named Wei Rui replied, and the immortal sword automatically returned to her hand.
Fei Chen saw the girl's action and immediately understood why Xing Shuangxue was jealous. Besides her superior looks, the sword in her hand was also strange, radiating an incredibly strong, tangible killing intent. It was definitely far superior to the Longquan Tai'a sword, and its two sides were different—one completely black, the other pure white. The blade was four feet long, the hilt four inches wide, and a little over an inch thick. The blade was surrounded by a scarlet, mist-like killing intent, with four characters inscribed on it: "Yuan Tu" on the white side and "A Bi" on the black side. It was an ancient spiritual treasure clearly recorded in the "Nine Yin True Man's Hundred Treasures Manual."
Swords are classified into many grades, from lowest to highest: ninth-grade magic weapon, ninth-grade immortal weapon, sixth-grade divine weapon, third-grade magic treasure, second-grade spiritual treasure, and first-grade supreme treasure.
Divine artifacts are the pinnacle of weaponry, said to be unstoppable and indestructible. To possess even one is a rare find among cultivators, making one an absolute powerhouse. Previously, Shuangxue's lack of combat experience and low magical power allowed Feichen to gain the upper hand. Had they fought a few more rounds, with her few seemingly harmless but actually powerful woodcutters, she would have been sent astray.
The Yuan Tu Abi Sword in the girl's hand, however, could no longer be considered a sword. Its power far surpassed that of ordinary swords. Even magical artifacts possess unique offensive and defensive effects and spells, while spiritual artifacts are even more extraordinary, capable of conjuring a world within the sword to kill invisibly. If magical artifacts are one in ten million among cultivators, then spiritual artifacts are one in ten thousand.
While precious swords are undoubtedly powerful, each swing consumes a tremendous amount of magical power, requiring immense supernatural abilities to control. This demonstrates the girl's exceptional strength.
There are treasures in the world, such as the Mountain and River Map mentioned by the two earlier, each with its own wonderful uses, but they consume a great deal of spiritual energy. Therefore, most cultivators still have to rely on "weapons" that consume very little spiritual energy to fight. Spiritual treasure-level swords, such as the Yuan Tu A Bi held by the white-clad girl, are difficult for Fei Chen to control at his current cultivation level.
"The spiritual treasure Yuan Tu A Bi? I didn't expect that the Butcher Guanyin Baiyu Zhenren would give you the treasure of Qingxuan Sect's array peak. No wonder my disciple couldn't defeat you!" Gongliang Bai looked at the weapon and was already horrified. He could easily deal with Changsun, but with this white-clad girl wielding the Yuan Tu A Bi, he was not confident. Moreover, his disciple was not weak either. They agreed to arrive at this time, but now the disciple was nowhere to be seen. He must have been killed by this woman.
The person who leads a peak in Qingxuan Sect is called the Peak Master, and the person who leads a sect is called the Sect Master.
The Yuan Tu A Bi sword is an ancient weapon, said to be able to reveal its true form only when wielded by a great supernatural being, but even so, it still commands respect.
"As expected, it's the Yuan Tu A Bi sword that strikes fear into the hearts of evil cultists! This woman... tsk tsk tsk, really something..." Fei Chen blinked, both the woman and the sword had caught his eye.
"Young master, can you hear me from this far away?" The beautiful female demon named Hua Ling asked curiously, her two large eyes sparkling with pure beauty, extremely cute.
"Uh, more or less, no! Do I know you that well? Don't try to get close!" Fei Chen said, but his hands had already lifted Hua Ling, who was holding him, into his arms, chuckling lewdly.
"Young Master... why are you holding Hua Ling so tightly? Do you like Hua Ling?" Hua Ling asked, blushing. She was originally a transformed demon beast, innocent and simple-minded. After being held like this, she wrapped her arms around Fei Chen's neck, unwilling to let go.
Fei Chen was taken aback, but with his shamelessness, how could he be shy? He kissed her delicate face, indirectly kneading Hua Ling's budding breasts, and then glanced at Xing Shuangxue teasingly before saying to Hua Ling, "Of course I like her. I'll teach you how to make tofu in a bit, hehe."
Hua Ling blushed instinctively. How would she know what making tofu was? She only thought it was a good thing, and immediately beamed with joy, letting Fei Chen do as he pleased.
The arrival of the woman in white had already made Gongliang Bai worried about his disciple. His disciple had been with him for decades; it would be strange if he didn't have feelings for him. Although he was wary of the treasure the woman possessed, he still demanded, "Did you kill my good-for-nothing disciple?!" "
I don't know who your disciple is." The woman named Wei Rui's voice remained as cold as ever, like the unyielding ice of the far north, unchanging for millennia. The glint in her eyes held no murderous intent, making it impossible to know what she was thinking.
"Hmph, so be it. I'll kill you today to avenge myself!" Gongliang Bai was furious at her refusal to admit it. His Youlong Sword coiled above his head, emitting a resounding clang, ready to strike down the person before him at a single command.
Facing the immortal sword pointing at her, Wei Rui simply waited for her martial uncle's instructions, standing aside and ignoring him. Her personality was vastly different from others since childhood; calm and aloof, with an unwavering heart, she was best suited for the tedious and monotonous cultivation. Gongliang Bai's threat seemed no different to her than a crow singing or a duck dancing.
But Wei Rui's calm and serene demeanor didn't mean everyone else was as composed. Therefore, a startling statement rang out:
"He killed him!!"
While others stared at the scene, Xing Shuangxue witnessed Fei Chen's lewd behavior towards the little girl. She didn't know what to think, but she felt that the despicable person before her deserved to die!
Time and again, he had done things that fueled her anger, until she could no longer suppress her impulse, leading her to blurt out this statement.

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