Chapter 507: Seated Aloft Like a Deity
He Lu’s face turned ashen.
The Qi refiners from Baodong Immortal Realm, led by the elderly woman Fan Weiran, along with the various attached cultivators, all had complicated expressions. Logically, this was a rare spectacle, an enormous one at that, but they feared that after watching the excitement, they themselves might become the spectacle.
As for the Qi refiners on Ye Han’s side from Huangyue City, each appeared indignant, but not a single one dared to speak out.
Both groups of cultivators harbored intense hatred for Cangyun Lake. What the hell was that so-called Dragon Palace Mountain and Water Grand Formation? It was like a knife cutting through tofu or a sword slicing through mud!
Lake Lord Yin Hou stood motionless without a word, his gaze lowered, merely staring at the ground.
This was quite meaningful. When a wealthy family’s earthen wall got smashed, they would still shout a few curses. Yet now their own Dragon Palace formation had been broken, costing a fortune in immortal money, and this Lake Lord didn’t have a single fart to release? Wasn’t Cangyun Lake supposed to be the top dog in Yimping Nation? Within the nation, the mountain gods of the Five Peaks above and the generals, ministers, and nobles below all held Cangyun Lake in great esteem. Even Lake Lord Yin Hou swaggering around in a usurped imperial dragon robe had never been called out for it.
Thus, the lower the cultivation base, the hotter the temper. There were indeed those who wanted to step forward and scold the young sword immortal trapped in the encirclement. These minor cultivators hoping to be the first to act still wished to earn some free goodwill with Young Master He and Huangyue City. But before they could speak, the more experienced cultivators beside them—either senior sect members or friends on the path—warned them via ripples in their heart lakes. In the end, even those with good intentions feared being implicated by the reckless ones around them. Since a sword immortal’s swordsmanship could withstand heavenly tribulation, it wouldn’t be strange if a random flash of his sword light accidentally killed a few people.
Fan Weiran no longer had a cold smile on her lips; she looked somewhat wooden.
Huangyue City’s city lord Ye Han turned his head and looked at the white-robed sword immortal who had breached two major formations with a single sword, asking, “Sword immortal, must it be a fight to the death, a net-breaking fish-dying end, before you’ll stop?”
The white-robed sword immortal casually threw his scabbard to the ground, stabbing it into the floor. He took out a folding fan tucked into his waist. He neither looked at Ye Han nor at He Lu. Tapping the fan lightly against his palm, his face full of smiles, his gaze roamed, starting from a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on his right, moving down from the seat of honor toward the seats near the Dragon Palace’s main entrance. He sized them up one by one. “I heard that some immortal master from Mengliang Peak had a novel idea, actually inviting some martial arts grandmaster to eat shit in a shit bucket. Who is it? Stand up so I can admire you. If you’re too lazy to get up, just raise your hand.”
Over at Baodong Immortal Realm, a young man and woman carrying swords on their backs exchanged glances.
Wasn’t this sword immortal the same bamboo-hatted, blue-robed guest who had been eating flatbread with porridge at a roadside stall outside Suijia City during that early morning? The clothes had changed, the demeanor had changed, but the face was absolutely correct!
The woman smiled bitterly. Her junior brother’s crow mouth had been right. At the city gate, the old man with a monkey on his shoulder was the culprit who had snatched away that immortal family’s precious treasure. And now this young wanderer had transformed into a sword immortal bursting onto the scene!
Chen Ping’an’s gaze finally settled on a group of Qi refiners seated in the middle.
A burly man in a position closest to the palace entrance shrank his neck.
Asked a question, no answer needed. The answer revealed itself. That was how mountain cultivators often were, seeking their own peace and unwilling to get entangled in others’ affairs.
Back at the City God Temple entrance, when asked who the main officer of the Yin-Yang Department was, the temple colleagues’ identical subtle movements had been remarkably swift and decisive.
Now, it was the same.
Chen Ping’an raised a hand. A clump of soul-black mist, originally the size of a fist, had been worn down by his pure energy to the size of a jujube pit. He twirled it gently with a finger, wisps of pure energy wrapping around it like a millstone grinding. He asked with a smile, “This rogue cultivator, whose name I forgot to ask, said that you registered immortal masters of Mengliang Peak are the true masterminds. I know you might not have the brains or the guts for that, so is it City Lord Ye or Young Master He?”
The four Qi refiners of Mengliang Peak ground their teeth in anger, but their sitting postures remained as stable as rock.
Chen Ping’an smiled. “If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to. I’m just curious about one thing. Did Huangyue City’s Ye Han, who plans before acting, or He Lu, the master of schemes, arrange for you to do this? Did they pay you? If not, Huangyue City wasn’t being very generous.”
He Lu slowly stood up, his expression returning to normal. He declared loudly, “I’ll take responsibility for my own actions. Don’t go shouting ‘He Lu first’ or anything like that. All the grudges in Suijia City end with me, He Lu. If I die, it’s because the sword immortal is superior. I have no regrets. What does the sword immortal think?”
Ye Han smiled faintly.
If not for this gamble, the crowd at today’s Cangyun Lake Lake Lord banquet would have been a loose pile of sand, divided and disheartened. On paper, the three forces equivalent to an immortal would have dispersed into a rabble.
Fan Weiran was somewhat surprised. She raised her gaze. This was the first time the patriarch of Baodong Immortal Realm had looked highly upon this youth from Huangyue City.
Previously, she had only thought He Lu was a cultivation seedling not inferior to her own Yan Ya—clever, socially adept. She hadn’t expected that, on the brink of life and death, he could remain so calm. Truly rare.
Those with thunder in their hearts but a calm face like a still lake could be honored as a great general.
That was the description for this youth, wasn’t it?
A cultivator with such aptitude and disposition, as long as he didn’t die prematurely, had a promising path to the Great Dao! Ye Han was incredibly fortunate to have such an assistant.
The old woman pondered silently.
Could it be that after surviving this crisis at the Cangyun Lake Dragon Palace banquet, she should just agree to Yan Ya’s heavenly match with him? After all, He Lu was an outsider, destined never to inherit Ye Han’s Huangyue City. Perhaps she could even use Yan Ya to lure him into Baodong Immortal Realm. This way, she could both infuriate Ye Han and help her sect advance further. Once this golden boy and jade girl, envied by all, became Dao companions and both stepped into the Golden Core realm, Huangyue City, lacking successors, would only have Ye Han struggling alone. Given suitable conditions, she believed that within a dozen nations, most mountain peaks could become Baodong Immortal Realm’s territory. With this youth’s vision and magnanimity, he should be able to calculate that account clearly.
“Ye Han, as long as this person’s words are slightly off, it should stir up public anger. Don’t let’s waste the opportunity He Lu has earned with such effort.”
So Fan Weiran immediately transmitted her thoughts to Ye Han, “Today, let’s set aside our differences and cooperate sincerely! No more holding back. The situation is critical; we can’t afford divided minds.”
Ye Han also agreed decisively.
“I thought you were going to say ‘one must be forgiving when possible.’ But from this, it’s clear that in Suijia City’s various schemes, the true hand at the knife was indeed you, He Lu.”
Chen Ping’an smiled. “Since Young Master He is so responsible, I respect you as a true man. Fine, it ends with you, He Lu. If you can’t take the sword, I’ll only take your head here at Cangyun Lake Dragon Palace today.”
He Lu was stunned.
Not to mention others, even Fan Weiran felt a trace of relief.
The sword immortal’s reply was truly disarming. But if today’s fight stopped there, even if a few more died, as long as it didn’t involve Baodong Immortal Realm too much, why wouldn’t Fan Weiran be happy? The secret agreement with Ye Han and Huangyue City could simply be voided.
Ye Han’s expression shifted slightly.
Chen Ping’an pointed his folding fan at the sword stuck diagonally in the ground. “Young Master He, don’t be polite. Just take the sword. After you die, how many cultivators will remember your kindness. It’s a worthy death.”
He Lu’s composure cracked again. His gaze shifted slightly, looking at his master Ye Han sitting beside him.
From behind the bead curtain at the side door of the main hall, a beautiful woman walked out. She said angrily, “You brute! Why must you bully people so? So what if you’re a sword immortal everyone fears? Is there no such thing as a cultivator who leaves no room for survival…”
As the bead curtain was lifted and fell, it clattered crisply, like pearls rolling on a plate.
Lake Lord Yin Hou was furious. Without turning his head, he swung his sleeve hard. “Get back inside!”
His sleeve struck the dragon daughter, sending her crashing through the bead curtain. A loud bang followed, presumably a heavy impact against the wall of the side room. There was no second sound, meaning the graceful figure hadn’t even fallen to the ground—she was probably embedded in the wall.
That move by the Cangyun Lake Lake Lord was no light matter; it carried considerable weight.
Chen Ping’an looked at the Lake Lord in his colorful robe, smiled, and glanced around, raising his head. “Nice place.”
Lake Lord Yin Hou bowed in salute. “The sword immortal honors my humble home with your presence. It brings radiance to my modest dwelling.”
Chen Ping’an tapped his folding fan twice and laughed. “The Shaoxi Canal Head Water God Temple—that’s one. The warm-up skirmish on Cangyun Lake between us—that’s two. Gathering heroes here at the Dragon Palace to remotely spar with me in Suijia City—that’s three. They say things never go beyond three. Adding this dragon daughter who spoke so righteously, that’s four times. What now?”
Lake Lord Yin Hou did not straighten up; he only slightly raised his head and said in a deep voice, “Whatever the sword immortal says, the Cangyun Lake Dragon Palace will do!”
The white-robed sword immortal made no comment but said understandingly, “Lake Lord, don’t rush. Wait for Young Master He to draw the sword first. If he actually pulls it out, you’ll be dumbfounded again. Saying things that chill your allies’ hearts so early will only cost you fewer immortal coins when you divide the spoils later.”
Lake Lord Yin Hou’s eyes were pitiful. He smiled bitterly. “The sword immortal has a sense of humor.”
Chen Ping’an pointed his folding fan at the white-haired old man sitting next to He Lu. “It’s your turn to save the situation. If you don’t speak now to steady minds and turn the tide, it’ll be too late.”
Ye Han sighed softly.
That old man, who had just received a secret transmission from the city lord, didn’t know whether to sit or stand.
Finally, having lost much of his edge, he steeled himself and stood up. “Then let this old man, already half-buried, dare to trade a few words with the sword immortal?”
But on the Dragon Palace’s main hall, the sword immortal softly uttered two words: “A pity,” and seemed somewhat disappointed?
Truly, a sword immortal’s actions and words were incomprehensible.
Yan Qing turned her head because the somewhat naive girl in green beside her was secretly tugging at her sleeve.
Yan Qing quietly extended a finger, signaling this disciple, who never held her tongue in the sect, to stay silent.
The girl smiled knowingly and nodded slightly. She communicated with Yan Qing via ripples in her heart lake. “Aunt Yan, he’s cultivating his mind in a small way. It’s very strange. Even I can only see a blur… like a woodcutter sharpening his axe before chopping wood. But I vaguely feel he thinks we’re too few, the grindstone too small. There’s a faint outline of a city wall—he’s probably thinking of the countless people in Suijia City… Something like that. He’s really cunning! Earlier on Cangyun Lake, he deliberately used those stupid snakes to temper his body, and now he’s doing it again. Ah, Aunt Yan, you know I’ve always admired the kind of sword immortal that Second Ancestor often talks about, but now I don’t dare admire them anymore. Terrifying.”
Yan Qing found it utterly baffling and felt her mind and spirit growing weary.
This was an unprecedented turmoil since she began cultivating.
The sect’s immortal technique for hiding nature and revealing truth was useless, and her own methods for calming the mind were useless.
The white-robed sword immortal suddenly muttered to himself, somewhat helplessly, “Fine, if you say it’s enough, then it’s enough.”
His appearance was far inferior to He Lu’s, but he was a sword immortal with boundless killing power.
At this moment, everyone seated in the Dragon Palace hall was on edge, feeling that every word and action of the white-robed immortal carried profound Daoist meaning. This young sword immortal… truly was a sword immortal.
Chen Ping’an turned to the white-haired old man who had been preparing his words. “The best thing is to shut up.”
A flash of emerald green sword light appeared instantly. The old man’s expression changed drastically. He stamped his foot, shook his sleeves, and transformed into a paper crane the size of a palm, frantically fleeing.
That flying sword followed like a shadow.
The white paper crane’s escape route was quite deliberate. Once it tried to dart out of the hall entrance, but the flying sword pierced a hole in its wing. Then it began weaving among the banquet tables, using the toppled cultivators and the cups, bowls, and wine vessels on the tables as obstacles to slow the flying sword. Like an agile bird flitting through branches and flowers, it threaded its way, perilously close, and terrified the cultivators, who turned pale. Yet they dared not curse aloud in front of Huangyue City and Ye Han. They were incredibly frustrated, inwardly cursing the old bastard for not dying already.
Chen Ping’an looked at He Lu. “Last reminder to draw the sword.”
He Lu kept his mouth shut, but the hand gripping his bamboo flute bulged with veins.
Ye Han slowly stood up, his expression gentle. He asked, “Though the sword immortal is unharmed, and we haven’t truly committed an irreparable crime worthy of death, we have indeed disturbed the sword immortal’s cultivation during this time. Would you allow me, Ye Han, to take the lead in making amends?”
The young sword immortal nodded with a smile. “Of course. The Suijia City City God said it well: there’s nothing in the world that can’t be discussed properly.”
He reached out, grasped the sword, and casually swept it horizontally. “Go ahead, name your price.”
The sword immortal’s move was too unexpected, and the strike was like lightning. By the time he flicked his wrist and casually tossed the sword back into its scabbard, no one understood what this move meant.
The Huangyue City city lord, renowned across a dozen nations for his gentle elegance and magnanimity, suddenly roared in fury, “How dare you kill him right in front of me?!”
Everyone raised their heads sharply, their gazes finally settling on the handsome youth who had his hand to his throat.
The immortal bamboo flute in his hand had fallen to the ground, clattering like broken jade.
He Lu stumbled back several steps. Blood had already begun seeping through his fingers. This young banished immortal was now covered in tears. With one hand pressing desperately against his neck, he stretched the other toward Ye Han, sobbing and trembling, “Father, save me, save me…”
Fan Weiran felt a chill in her heart, then felt as if she had been slapped hard across the face, burning with shame.
She almost flew into a rage, sending the immortal-given golden crown flying from her head!
What a fine He Lu, what a fine Ye Han, what a fine pair of father and son who had kept their talents hidden, scheming against the cultivators of a dozen nations!
If she and Baodong Immortal Realm had truly entertained the idea of making Yan Qing and He Lu Dao companions, with their cunning and methods, wouldn’t it be like throwing meat buns to a dog? Yan Qing was a simple girl dedicated solely to cultivation, not meddling in worldly affairs. How could she compare to this pair of old and young foxes, father and son? Even if Yan Qing didn’t help her Dao partner He Lu against Baodong Immortal Realm and couldn’t bring herself to betray her master, her Dao heart would be largely ruined. Even if she wanted to help her sect against Huangyue City, Yan Qing would be powerless!
Fan Weiran drank deeply from her cup, then burst into laughter. “How delightful! He Lu, that rotten seed, died well! Ye Han, you’ve lost your beloved son, and yet you still don’t strike out in rage and compete with the sword immortal?! Can you endure even the murder of your son? If it were me, I’d rather die here at Cangyun Lake Dragon Palace today.”
Chen Ping’an smiled. “You’ll die too. No need to rush into reincarnation.”
Fan Weiran’s hearty laughter cut off abruptly.
When He Lu saw Ye Han reach out but then withdraw his hand, grief and despair filled him. Through blurred vision, he stared at his father, unwilling to act for him, his eyes filled with hatred. Then he slowly turned, more blood seeping through his fingers, and looked at the terrified Yan Qing. His eyes turned to pleading. “Yan Qing, save me.”
Yan Qing exhaled a turbid breath, grasped her short sword, and stood up. She turned to the white-robed sword immortal. “This strike is only for myself.”
The white-robed sword immortal clasped his hands behind his back, smiled, and nodded. “Seek benevolence, gain benevolence. Seek death, gain death. In this filthy Dragon Palace, finally a decent cultivator has appeared.”
Yan Qing stood with her short sword, smiling freely. As her mind returned to clarity, divine radiance flowed, spiritual energy coursed through her body, and the golden crown on her head shimmered, making this unparalleled beauty seem even more ethereal.
She was truly beautiful to behold, but all the cultivators in the Dragon Palace hall still felt it was inexplicable.
He Lu stumbled backward until he leaned against the wall, collapsed to the ground, and sat there withered.
Finally, his head slid off and fell to the floor.
That sound, far less than the previous thunderous peals, struck every cultivator like a heavy hammer in the chest, making it hard to breathe.
He Lu of Huangyue City was dead.
Just like that, a cultivation genius who could have stood at the peak alongside Ye Han and Fan Weiran was dead, his body and head separated.
Looking at the graceful immortal Yan Qing, the whole room was stunned.
She was also one of the most outstanding prodigies among the dozen nations’ mountains.
He Lu was such a shrewd person. He simply lacked a bit of luck and died here in this foreign Dragon Palace at Cangyun Lake. But this immortal Yan Qing, who clearly had a chance to distance herself, why was her brain so full of water?
How had this golden boy and jade girl, who nearly became immortal lovers, ever come together in the first place?
Or was their love so deep that when she saw her lover’s death and Dao dissolution, Yan Qing flew into a rage and drew her sword?
But challenging a genuine sword immortal with a sword? We’re not underestimating you, Yan Qing, but it’s just self-humiliation.
Just as Yan Qing was holding her sword, gathering momentum, and the young sword immortal was meeting her gaze, an anomaly occurred!
Near the central seat where Ye Han was, a table laden with delicacies and fine wine exploded with a bang. The cultivators on either side were flung horizontally, crashing into a large area.
A sturdy figure radiating golden light, after smashing through the table without any warning, stepped forward. The entire Dragon Palace trembled. Then he threw a punch that sent the white-robed sword immortal flying. The palace wall was smashed through. Not only that, the sounds of walls breaking continued in succession.
That punch!
Was that something a fifth-tier Qi refiner from Mengliang Peak could deliver?
Fan Weiran and Ye Han quickly exchanged glances, seeing shock and panic in each other’s eyes.
This man had hidden himself so deeply; he was definitely not a piece on either side!
He might well be a true accomplice of the monkey-keeping old man and the fox-like queen of Yimping Nation!
That sneak punch, without any prior preparation, would have severely injured even the two Golden Core cultivators, likely inflicting critical wounds.
That unremarkable-looking man, after delivering this peak punch that condensed his lifetime’s boxing intent, shattered his own entire arm. It hung limply. But the man was filled with heroic spirit, looking down on all the cultivators in the hall as if they were chickens or dogs. He laughed heartily, “This killing blow was meant for that old thief Xia Zhen. I didn’t expect some clueless hothead eager to show off would take the lead first.”
The man peered through the walls that had been breached like doors, looking into the distant dust. “They say you sword immortals are unreasonable, with a Golden Body realm physique. How about now? Still golden? One punch from me, and even a true Golden Body realm martial artist would have their internal organs smashed to pulp and die on the spot!”
The man spat a mouthful of blood, glanced at the sheathed sword on the ground, and scoffed, “Damn sword immortal, what bullshit. One sword and you kill a little chick at the Observing Ocean realm? You think you’re invincible?”
The corners of Lake Lord Yin Hou’s mouth turned up. The smile grew wider until his whole face was brimming with joy.
Fan Weiran also smiled.
Only Ye Han, though relieved, glanced at the headless corpse by the wall. His mood was gloomy; he couldn’t force a smile.
Thankfully, this hidden identity of his youngest son, after all, was a properly accomplished Observing Ocean realm cultivator. He had already gathered his soul into several key vital orifices.
But such a good innate physique, with the immortal’s so-called golden branch and jade leaf aptitude—where would he find another? How would he step into the Golden Core realm in the future? Or even surpass his father and lead Huangyue City higher on the mountain?
The remaining three cultivators from Mengliang Peak all swallowed hard.
This useless junior brother, who usually couldn’t squeeze out a single curse no matter how hard you beat him, had suddenly become a top martial master whose punches were like thunder?
Yan Qing stood frozen in place.
In the main hall, even though they knew this legendary Golden Body realm Grandmaster was an enemy, cheers still erupted. People slapped tables, shouted approval, some grabbed wine jugs and drank heartily, giving the pure martial artist a thumbs-up. Others began praising the Dream Beam nation for not only flourishing in culture but also in martial fortune. It was only right that they become a regional hegemon and even annex neighboring countries to become a great dynasty.
Yan Qing stood amidst the noisy, celebratory hall, her heart empty.
Fan Weiran leaned back laughing. The old woman even followed the vulgar cultivators, raising her thumb toward Yan Qing. “Yan girl, you’ve performed a miraculous feat! Good girl! When we return to Baodong Immortal Realm, I’ll certainly reward you with that heavy treasure from the Patriarch Hall. Let’s see who dares to disagree!”
The first to notice something was wrong was that blinking girl in green. But at this moment, she didn’t dare make any small movements, nor even open her heart lake ripples.
The naive girl sat upright, becoming a wooden statue.
Then came that martial artist who had stealthily climbed to the Golden Body realm in Dream Beam nation.
When the man’s expression turned serious, Ye Han and Fan Weiran also realized something was off.
Lake Lord Yin Hou, who had wanted to befriend this strongman, gradually withdrew his smile and quickly held his breath.
A white-robed sword immortal walked out through a series of “doors,” finally appearing in the main hall.
The cultivators seated around Fan Weiran had already scrambled away, frantically clearing a path for the sword immortal and the Golden Body realm Grandmaster.
The sword immortal patted his shoulder, shook his sleeve, and smiled. “Earlier on the ferry, someone said that the Golden Core cultivators here were all made of paper.” He walked slowly toward the Dream Beam martial artist, showing no sign of having his “internal organs smashed to pulp.”
As he walked, he laughed, “Now I see that you Golden Body realm martial artists aren’t much better. Made of mud, and not even dried mud. So you broke your own arm? Does it hurt?”
The man said in a deep voice, “You are actually a Far Wandering realm martial artist! Am I right? Not a sword immortal at all, right or wrong? Give me a clear answer before I throw my punch!”
The man placed one hand on his belly, the other on his forehead, looking helpless. “Big brother, don’t be like this. Really, you’ve told so many jokes in the Dragon Palace today. I barely survived the heavenly tribulation in Suijia City, and now you’re about to make me die laughing here.”
Lake Lord Yin Hou groaned, sat down on the steps, and held his head in his hands. Well, I’m resigned to fate. Fight, fight. Do whatever you want. If I frown when you demolish my Dragon Palace, I’ll change my surname to match the sword immortal’s.
Some of the younger cultivators wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.
The white-robed sword immortal turned to Fan Weiran and Lake Lord Yin Hou. “Was it you who spread the news that I have a Golden Body realm martial artist’s physique? Did you know that by your wild guess, you’ve ruined several of my plans?”
The man took a deep breath, smiled, and showed no sign of backing down. He stepped back with his right foot, raised his only usable arm, and assumed a stance of complete and perfect boxing intent. “Whether you’re a martial artist of the same realm or a flying sword immortal, I’ll test you again.”
Chen Ping’an glanced at the other three Mengliang Peak cultivators, then looked back and smiled. “It seems your Dream Beam nation hides dragons and crouching tigers. Interesting. Thank you.”
The man stepped forward. His boxing intent poured out like a flood, shaking the entire palace. Almost all the tables jumped up. Just when everyone expected another life-and-death battle, the man leaned back, faster than thunder, and crashed backward into the wall behind him that hadn’t been “opened” yet. It shattered with a bang, and as if by some immortal ability to shrink a thousand miles of mountains and rivers into an inch, he vanished instantly.
Truly worthy of a Golden Body realm martial artist unseen for two hundred years—his movement technique was indeed elusive and impossible to guard against.
But on the main hall, the white-robed sword immortal had also disappeared.
Then, from the newly opened wall opening, that legendary Golden Body realm martial artist walked backward, step by step, “returning.”
However, a large sleeve and a hand emerged from the man’s chest.
Not only had it instantly blocked the martial grandmaster’s escape route, but it also decided life and death in that moment. The sword immortal had directly pierced through the man’s chest and back with his left hand!
The white-robed sword immortal raised his right hand, pressed the man’s head, and gave a gentle push.
The man flew back lightly and landed precisely in the center of the hall.
The white-robed sword immortal shook his sleeve, and a splash of bright red blood spattered onto the ground beside him.
Above the hall, that folded paper crane was still frantically fleeing, with the emerald green flying sword hot on its tail.
Chen Ping’an smiled. “Haven’t you had enough fun?”
That emerald green flying sword suddenly accelerated. The paper crane turned to dust, and the bloodied, mangled white-haired old man crashed heavily onto the hall floor.
The flying sword leisurely circled back to its master, hovering gently, extremely docile.
Chen Ping’an glanced at the girl in the green dress. She grinned back.
Chen Ping’an also smiled and said, “Didn’t any of the three—He Lu of Huangyue City, Yan Qing of Baodong Immortal Realm, or Lake Lord Yin Hou of Cangyun Lake—tell you that it would be best to set the battlefield directly in Suijia City? I’d be most restrained there, and you’d be safest. It’s hard to say if you’d kill me, but at least you’d have a better chance to escape?”
Lake Lord Yin Hou let go of his head and looked up. “Sword immortal, I did mention that. He Lu agreed too. He even came up with many schemes, like using various spells to force the common people to swarm forward and charge the haunted mansion. But in the end, both sides felt that getting too close to Suijia City would easily alert you, a great sword immortal who can take heads with flying swords from a thousand paces away. None wanted to be the first to die. The cultivators of Huangyue City and Baodong Immortal Realm value their lives. If they don’t lead, the other attached mountain sects aren’t all fools. Who wants to earn money but never spend it? After much argument, we had to give up. Sword immortal, I’ve said what I should and shouldn’t. Now, kill as you please. My Dragon Palace, a thousand-year foundation, I don’t care about anymore. After today, if the sword immortal shows mercy and I’m lucky enough to survive, Cangyun Lake will surely repair the landscape and qi of Suijia City properly, as an act of atonement.”
Yan Qing’s face turned pale from the beginning of that sentence, and she began to tremble all over.
Her Dao heart was unstable, the spiritual energy in her vital orifices unstable, and the hand holding her sword even more unstable.
Chen Ping’an put two fingers together and lightly waved.
Huangyue City’s city lord deliberately stood still. Ye Han allowed the long sword to pierce through his chest, pinning him to the wall.
And an emerald green flying sword hovered just a foot away from Fan Weiran’s brow, its tip trembling slightly.
The old woman remained equally motionless.
“You two are the cleverest. Each of you is better at reading the situation than the last. I truly admire that. No sarcasm meant.”
Chen Ping’an sighed, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked forward slowly. He spotted a wine jug, casually summoned it. Holding the jug in one hand and a cup in the other, he poured a cup of wine, took a sip, and smiled richly. “If there were a few more He Lu’s here, or if the people of Suijia City saw this, they’d start cursing that this sword immortal is unreasonable, stirring public anger and cowing the masses. What reason do I have to indiscriminately kill, just for a few meetings, no real life-and-death struggle, no lost arms or legs, no vomiting buckets of blood? What right do I have to judge good and evil, decide life and death? Why be so aggressive, slaughtering so much, without a trace of a compassionate heart? I might as well be the same as those I kill…”
These words sent a chill down the spines of all cultivators present.
From the great sword immortal’s tone?
It wasn’t over yet?
Chen Ping’an looked at the old woman seated at the head. “You’re luckier. You don’t have a good son like He Lu. So we can talk.”
Then he turned his glance to Ye Han. “It’s harder to say for you, City Lord Ye.”
The girl in the green dress’s eyelashes fluttered.
She remained still, like an old monk in meditation—body still, mind still, everything still. She just relied on that peculiar divine ability, as if bestowed by the ancestors, to sneak a peek.
Chen Ping’an suddenly stopped walking. For an instant, he seemed to lose his sword immortal aura. His expression was weary, full of fatigue, his eyes dim, like the long sword piercing Ye Han’s torso, its golden light faded. He looked around, poured another cup of wine, tossed the jug back to its place, then gently spilled the wine in front of him, as if offering a toast at a grave. He muttered to himself, “But those citizens of Suijia City, who after the heavenly tribulation, devoutly burned incense and kowtowed at the City God Temple again and again—they were just going with the flow. They are the true weak. For many truths, most of them—especially those who chose silence—might never understand what really happened in their entire lives. So they worshiped the wrong City God. Worshiping the Fire God Shrine, however, couldn’t be more right. Toward them, I feel the same as some of you cultivators who keep yourselves clean, cultivate in quiet, ignore the mortal world, and loathe the mundane. It’s not about liking or disliking. There’s no right or wrong. Thousands of paths lie ahead; who doesn’t walk one? What do you say, Suijia City Fire God? In the end, on the roof of your shrine, you didn’t even curse me? Instead, you threw yourself into the cloud-sea heavenly tribulation, breaking your golden body in two? At that time, I truly couldn’t speak, or I would have cursed you a few times, punched you back into your shrine to stay put. A little heavenly tribulation—would I have died? Barely, but so what? I’m at least a cultivator; half-dead, what’s there to fear? Before this, how much had I planned? You and I met too late. There was no time to tell you. And if we had met earlier, I still wouldn’t have said anything. The human heart is a ghostly realm; who dares trust whom?”
As he spoke.
A *thump* sounded at Fan Weiran’s brow.
Her head snapped back as if struck hard.
Ye Han remained unharmed, merely pinned to the wall.
But the old woman certainly hadn’t truly perished. Her face and body instantly withered, but within the Dragon Palace, an unusual ripple of qi appeared, flashing and gone.
The young sword immortal seemed somewhat helpless. He crushed the wine cup in his hand. There was nothing for it—that Jade Clarity Brightness Talisman had long been destroyed. Otherwise, even against such a cunning immortal technique of scattering the yin spirit like mist and concealing a natal golden core, if that Chongxuan Bureau Xiaoyao Palace talisman had been used, covering several li in an instant, this patriarch of Baodong Immortal Realm would most likely not have escaped. As for after the great battle, he could no longer draw talismans. Moreover, the few talismans he was proficient in from the *Dan Shu Zhen Ji* didn’t target this kind of situation.
Thus, mountain cultivators had always found it easy to win but hard to kill. Especially for those who had reached the Golden Core realm, who didn’t have several life-saving methods?
In this regard, pure martial artists were much more straightforward: in a duel, to lose was often to die.
But it didn’t matter. The golden crown on the old woman’s head was still there.
Perhaps she couldn’t take it away, or perhaps carrying it away would leave obvious traces. The old woman was too fearful of his flying sword.
Chen Ping’an took out his folding fan, twirled it between two fingers, slowly opening and closing it. He smiled. “What? You believe everything I say? What if I said I’m a sixth-level martial artist, not a sword cultivator at all? Would you believe that?”
Chen Ping’an looked at one of the Mengliang Peak cultivators. “You tell me.”
The man immediately knelt and shouted, “Whatever the sword immortal says, this humble one believes!”
Chen Ping’an turned his head and looked at the young man and woman carrying swords. “What a coincidence. We meet again. Did you two immortals gain anything from your trip to Suijia City?”
The young man sat down on the ground.
The younger woman said softly, “Reporting to the sword immortal, we gained nothing.”
Chen Ping’an asked with a smile, “That old man with a monkey on his shoulder—didn’t he miss you two during the chaos?”
The female cultivator said bitterly, “As soon as we saw him, we fled far away.”
Chen Ping’an nodded. “That’s as it should be. In the future, tell your junior brother to keep a better temper. When you go down the mountain for training and walk the martial world, observe more and speak less.”
For the first time, the young sword immortal, so unpredictable in temperament, made polite small talk. The female cultivator felt no joy, only that everything was lost. No need to think—she and her junior brother would be in trouble. He Lu, a Golden Body realm martial artist from Dream Beam, Fan Weiran, the old Huangyue City honorary elder known as the Kite Immortal, and Ye Han—dead, injured, wounded. Who had ever fared well after chatting with this sword immortal?
Chen Ping’an rubbed his brow, frowned slightly, then instantly relaxed. He smiled at the two. “Meeting is fate. You may leave first.”
The junior brother, who had collapsed on the ground, scrambled up and ran toward the hall entrance.
His senior sister couldn’t stop him in time. She expected to see a head severed by a flying sword in a bloody scene. Unexpectedly, her junior brother had already run far off and shouted anxiously, “Sister, hurry up!”
The young female cultivator saw the white-robed sword immortal’s smile—warm as spring breeze, yet deep as an ancient well. She hesitated, then bowed. “Thank you, sword immortal, for your mercy!”
Trembling, she channeled her spiritual energy and slowly flew out of the ruined Dragon Palace hall.
Chen Ping’an walked straight ahead, up the steps. Lake Lord Yin Hou sat right there.
That flying sword hovered around the white-robed sword immortal.
Sword immortal, do as you please. I won’t move a single finger or have a single stray thought today.
Chen Ping’an did not sit on that imperial dragon throne-like seat. Instead, he reached out and tapped it, as if… inspecting the goods?
He turned around, holding the armrest of the dragon throne, facing the crowd in the hall. “I have poor eyesight and can’t tell good people from bad. I’ll assume you’re half good, half bad. At tonight’s banquet, half will die, half will live. You are either close friends or mortal enemies who want to bash each other’s brains out. Either way, you all know each other’s backgrounds and families. Tell me—what evil deeds have you done? Try to pick the big ones. The more shocking, the better. If others have done something and you haven’t, then you’re a good person, and you get a chance to live.”
The hall was silent.
The white-robed sword immortal laughed again. “One more thing. Fights and schemes on the mountain don’t count. Tonight, we only talk about events in the mortal world below.”
Suddenly, a young, crisp voice spoke up. “Sword immortal, it’s still daytime now. You shouldn’t say ‘tonight.’”
Chen Ping’an looked at the speaker. It was the girl in the green dress, who seemed to be a favored disciple of Baodong Immortal Realm.
Chen Ping’an smiled. “Thanks for the reminder. I saw the Dragon Palace hall so brightly lit that I mistook it for night.”
Ye Han suddenly spoke. “So this sword of yours is not some magic treasure. I see. That makes sense.”
Chen Ping’an waved his hand. “I know the tricks of you Golden Core immortals are endless. Get the hell out of here.”
Ye Han laughed heartily. He walked forward directly, letting the entire long sword pass through his body, leaving it embedded in the wall.
Ye Han sighed. “I never thought Huangyue City would fall to such a state. My son, the most promising heir, is dead. The chief honored elder is dead. Even I, Ye Han, have damaged the root of my Dao. I have no hope of ever taking that next step. Sword immortal, what must I do for you not to pursue me to Huangyue City and wipe us out completely?”
Chen Ping’an smiled. “Simple. Don’t try to lay a maze for me here. Since you can’t shatter your golden core, hurry up and find your backer. After the heavenly tribulation earlier, he did show himself above Suijia City. If I’m not mistaken, you have some connection with him. That man’s realm is very high. He’s caused me no small harm. Once he comes, we can settle old and new accounts together. But if he can bring the mastermind behind the successful treasure snatching to deal with a junior like me, then your face, Ye Han, is truly big. I’ll have to run. Your Lake Lord has a canal head under him. In her temple, there’s an excellent plaque: ‘Green Waters Flow Long.’”
Ye Han said helplessly, “Since the sword immortal has already revealed the heavenly secret, is there no choice but to fight to the death? Will you not let me take He Lu’s soul?”
Chen Ping’an smiled. “I could say I’ll let you take Little Master He’s three souls and seven spirits, so your escape method might leave a trace. Even if I said that, would you dare do it, Ye Han? I think not.”
Ye Han nodded. “Indeed, I would not. Then, as the sword immortal said, green waters flow long!”
The Huangyue City city lord directly crushed the jade token at his waist.
His figure vanished into thin air.
Chen Ping’an looked up at the ceiling, his gaze seeming to travel to the distant surface of Cangyun Lake.
This jade token’s effect of shrinking the earth was even more exaggerated than a square-inch talisman made of golden material.
Chen Ping’an rubbed his brow.
His head throbbed with pain.
The long sword on the wall flashed with golden light and stabbed into a key acupoint of He Lu’s headless body.
Then a stream of black smoke surged out of He Lu’s body, instantly splitting into ten strands, trying to flee in all directions. But the white-robed sword immortal waved his sleeve, smashing them all against the wall, where they fell as fluttering ashes.
When he looked up, his expression had softened. “You may now present facts and reason. Treasure this chance. I believe that in your past cultivation careers, you haven’t had many opportunities to save your lives by reasoning.”
The white-robed sword immortal grabbed the air, and the scabbard flew back to him. The long sword returned to its sheath midair.
He sat on the dragon throne, laying the sword across his knees.
Yan Qing faced the white-robed sword immortal seated high above and said in a deep voice, “You are truly terrifying like this!”
Chen Ping’an smiled. “Don’t say that. Even I am afraid of myself.”
The girl in the green dress quickly grabbed Yan Qing’s wrist, her face full of anxiety, tears in her eyes. She transmitted her thoughts, “Aunt Yan, please, don’t say any more. He already wanted to kill you twice, truly. This makes the third time, as he said! This sword immortal’s words are shrouded in mist. No one can understand or guess them. But his general intent can’t fool me. Aunt Yan, I beg you, okay? In our sect, only you and the Second Ancestor treat me sincerely. I don’t want you to die too.”
Chen Ping’an rested his elbow on the dragon throne’s armrest, leaning languidly. “If no one speaks, I’ll just start killing randomly.”
So someone began exposing another cultivator’s background.
It was a Cave Abode realm cultivator from a rival sect.
His sect’s foundation wasn’t deep, his cultivation base wasn’t high, but he had done no small number of evil deeds.
The speaker had chosen carefully.
On the brink of life and death, if you didn’t use your brain, would you wait until you reached the legendary Yama’s court to cry out injustice?
The Cangyun Lake Dragon Palace was still brightly lit, day and night indistinguishable.
But on the lake, the scene was already a crescent moon hanging above the willow tips, tranquil and serene.
Over in Suijia City, lanterns had been extinguished early and taken down. Every household stayed indoors, not daring to add any light during the night, inviting trouble.
The blue waters parted, and a young sword immortal in white, a sword on his back, walked out. Beside him was the Cangyun Lake Lake Lord, who had swallowed a calming pill.
As for the Dragon Palace, after all that quarreling, more than half had died in the end, not the half that had been stated beforehand.
None of the survivors felt that this sword immortal gentleman had a bad temper. They had lived! What more could they ask for?
Chen Ping’an now held a crystal clear porcelain bottle, inside which emerald green water gently rippled. This bottle of water essence was rare and valuable, and for him, it was like rain in a drought.
Chen Ping’an smiled. “Lake Lord, do you think your luck is good or bad?”
The Lake Lord, who had lost his colorful robe, smiled. “I don’t think about it at all. From now on, I, the Cangyun Lake Lake Lord, will surely protect this land well. I won’t make empty promises too far ahead. I’ll honestly follow the sword immortal’s instructions and protect the waters of Cangyun Lake with a hundred years of favorable weather, no natural disasters. As for man-made calamities, I’ll still follow the sword immortal’s advice and let them be.”
“Empty promises? That’s a nice phrase among you water gods.”
Chen Ping’an smiled again. “And don’t forget that other matter.”
Lake Lord Yin Hou bowed with his fists. “I will keep it in my heart. The sword immortal can rest assured. If I fail, when the sword immortal returns from your travels and passes Cangyun Lake, just cut me down with a single sword strike.”
And with that, the white-robed sword immortal departed on his flying sword.
The Cangyun Lake Lake Lord, who had lost both his dragon robe and his dragon throne, remained bowed for a long time. Only when he estimated the young sword immortal had gone more than a hundred li did he let out a long breath.
He never imagined that merely surviving would bring such immense happiness.
The Great Dao’s unpredictability had never been more apparent.
Earlier, that sword immortal in his Dragon Palace hall—how did it feel like he was playing the part of a City God, rewarding and punishing clearly?
How strange.
This must be what it meant to be a true sword immortal.
Two female cultivators parted the water and emerged onto the lake surface. When Lake Lord Yin Hou saw that peerless beauty again, he felt his eyes sting. All this disaster was brought by these Baodong Immortal Realm cultivators!
Lake Lord Yin Hou snorted coldly and dove back into the water.
The little girl in the green dress complained, “That sword immortal is so greedy. After getting Ancestor Fan’s golden crown, he even wanted Aunt Yan’s! And then he had the nerve to ask if they had Minor Heat coins or Grain Rain coins. I was right not to admire sword immortals. This kind of plucking-every-feather sword immortal doesn’t have a shred of sword immortal style!”
It turned out that Yan Qing’s head no longer bore the golden crown.
She held the girl’s hand, looking into the distance, her expression dazed. She smiled. “That’s right, Cui girl. Why admire someone like that?”
The girl hugged Yan Qing’s arm, gently swaying, and asked naively, “Aunt Yan, why don’t we return to the sect with the others? The outside world is so dangerous.”
Yan Qing suddenly smiled. “Cui girl, let’s not go back to the sect for now. Let’s travel the jianghu?”
The girl thought for a moment, then beamed radiantly. “Great! I’ve long wanted to drink alcohol in secret!”
As the cultivators from Cangyun Lake Dragon Palace scattered like birds and beasts.
The white-clad immortal entered the city on his sword, but not directly toward that haunted mansion.
Instead, he sheathed his sword on his back and landed in a dark alley. He bent down to pick up a Minor Heat coin. Holding the coin in one hand and tapping his forehead with the folding fan in the other, he wore a wry face, as if ashamed. He muttered, “Picking up such dirty money? After making such a fortune in the underwater Dragon Palace, isn’t this beneath me? Oh well, it’s free money. Don’t worry, in all these years I haven’t been a proper cultivator. I earn money, I cultivate, I practice boxing. Who did it poorly? I did. Lost pretty badly. But in the end, aren’t I amazing?”
Only someone like Jiang Shangzhen or Yang Ningxing of the Chongxuan Bureau would understand this speech.
With a flutter of his large sleeve, the white-robed sword immortal leisurely walked back to the haunted mansion.
Occasionally, passing by households, the door gods, with a faint spark of divine light, instantly retreated and hid.
With a light tip of his toe, he vaulted over the wall and landed in the courtyard.
After landing, Chen Ping’an narrowed his eyes instantly.
Du Yu was startled, as if seeing a ghost in broad daylight. He quickly spread one hand, revealing a military armor pill that could buy countless sets of Divine Bearer Armor. Though his teeth chattered, he mustered his courage and poured out his words like beans from a bamboo tube. “Senior, a man who first called himself Zhou Fei and then said his name was Jiang Shangzhen, claiming to be senior’s good brother, took away that child. He cast a paralysis spell on me; I couldn’t move a muscle, couldn’t even go down fighting to the death. He also said that little orphan has cultivation aptitude. He’s taken him back to Vase Bottle Continent. He said senior shouldn’t worry, just feel free to travel north.”
Chen Ping’an nodded. He removed his sword, casually waved his hand, and stabbed the sword and scabbard together into a pillar in the corridor. Then he sat down on a bamboo chair, adjusted his gourd, and let the flying sword Fifteen happily dart into it. Leaning back, he said slowly, “I understand. Keep that Golden Crow armor pill. It’s yours. Don’t be polite with that guy; he’s rich anyway. Money burns his hands.”
Du Yu was overjoyed. He struggled for a moment, then couldn’t help grinning. Finally, he could sit safely on the small stool, carefully examining that priceless military armor pill.
Chen Ping’an glanced at him and smiled. “I won’t stay here long. You’ll leave the city with me when I go, then we part ways. But I’ll tell you in advance: from now on, your life and death, fortune and misfortune—I can only say it’s not certain doom. I’ve already put the word out to the Cangyun Lake Lake Lord. After this northern journey, I will return south in the future. For you, that’s a protective charm, but it’s still not a life-saving charm. As for the schemes in Suijia City, if I’m not mistaken, the masterminds are not one great cultivator but two. Fortunately, one of them is likely connected to Dream Beam nation. He’s already succeeded. Killing me… there’s a reason, but he might not be too persistent. Of course, the best case is that they don’t target me, and I don’t die in the north. That protective charm will remain valid. I’m not your ancestor or your parents. From now on, Du Yu, you’ll have to look out for yourself. If you get killed one day, it will at least be by an Infant realm cultivator. I’ll do my best to avenge you then.”
Some words.
Chen Ping’an still didn’t say.
For instance, Jiang Shangzhen never drags his feet in doing things.
Perhaps, besides seeing Du Yu, there were matters Jiang Shangzhen disdained to share with outsiders.
This legitimate, registered immortal master was, in Chen Ping’an’s opinion, even more of a rogue cultivator in his actions than actual rogue cultivators.
And the trouble from rogue cultivators like Liu Laocheng of Shujian Lake’s Gongliu Island and Liu Zhimao of Qingxia Island—Chen Ping’an knew it all too well. Moreover, Jiang Shangzhen was… rich.
Chen Ping’an wasn’t even sure if that guy met Cui Dongshan, whose magic treasures would be more numerous.
He figured the two of them would pull up small stools, eat sunflower seeds, and without even fighting, just throw magic treasures at each other—could they chat all night like that?
So he needed to earn more money.
And that child, who had inexplicably “fallen into a money pit,” was now a debt of gratitude owed by Chen Ping’an. Not a small one.
This made Chen Ping’an somewhat helpless.
After thinking it over carefully, Du Yu carefully tucked the Golden Crow armor pill into his sleeve. Damn, it was heavy. Grinning widely, he said, “Senior, it’s not that I’m boasting, but after going through so much by senior’s side, now my guts are huge!”
Chen Ping’an looked at Du Yu.
Du Yu chuckled. “I’ll just drop it!”
He had spoken first, saving the senior the trouble.
Chen Ping’an opened his folding fan, waved it gently, and smiled brightly. “Oh, after meeting Jiang Shangzhen, Brother Du Yu’s skill has grown.”
Du Yu said slyly, “I wouldn’t dare. Senior Jiang is a peer and good friend of senior. I’m the most junior of juniors; I can’t even catch your dust.”
Chen Ping’an closed his eyes and smiled. “You’re starting to disgust me again.”
Du Yu scratched his head.
After dawn, the senior told him to do a strange thing: go to the shops in Suijia City to buy Spring Festival couplets, painted door gods, and banners with the characters for “spring” and “fortune.”
Du Yu was uneasy, not because he feared being splashed with shit as soon as he stepped out, but because he feared that Patriarch Fan, City Lord Ye, or other peak immortals would pick on him as a soft target, seize the chance, and slap him dead before running off.
The previous night, the senior had visited Cangyun Lake. What the outcome was, the senior didn’t say, and Du Yu didn’t dare ask.
Trembling with fear, Du Yu bought those items he had never touched in his life, paying not only the full price but also adding some silver as a tip.
Damn it. From now on, he would be kind and benevolent every day, friendly to all!
If he accidentally scared some child on the street, Du Yu felt he would proactively apologize.
He completed the errand smoothly, returning to the haunted mansion intact. Standing outside the door, he wiped his sweat with his pack on his back. The jianghu was dangerous, full of killers. Sure enough, he felt safest close to the senior.
At this moment, Du Yu saw everyone on the street as potentially masters in disguise.
Then the senior took the pack and, without needing Du Yu’s help, began pasting up the couplets and door gods, along with the spring and fortune banners.
When the senior finished pasting the last “spring” character, he looked up, speechless.
Du Yu inexplicably remembered the senior once saying “spring breeze,” calling it the best phrase in the world, not to be wasted.
The two left the haunted mansion.
The senior went to the ruins of the Fire God Shrine. Wherever he went, the common people scattered like birds and beasts, fearing him like wolves and tigers.
At the site of the main hall, the senior crouched down, lit three incense sticks, planted them in the ground, and smiled. “I won’t let you have your way. You can’t just close your eyes and be done. I still need you to come back and suffer with me. When we meet again, after you’ve cursed me out, don’t forget to buy me a drink.”
Du Yu didn’t understand why the senior said this. Could that utterly dead Fire God shrine deity be resurrected? Even if the shrine was rebuilt and the local government remade the clay statue, and the Yimping Nation court didn’t remove him from the landscape registry, how much incense would that take? How many sincere prayers from the people of Suijia City would be needed to rebuild his golden body?
The two left Suijia City together.
After traveling for some days through mountains and rivers, one day, the senior, who had long stopped wearing the bamboo hat and blue robes, took out the bamboo hat and mountain walking staff again, donned the heavy bamboo box, but still wore the white robe.
Chen Ping’an handed two sheets of paper to Du Yu. “One is called the ‘Yang Qi Lantern Lighting Talisman,’ the other the ‘Barrier-Breaking Talisman.’ When you walk the jianghu in the future, whether you do good or evil is your own business. But if you encounter some optional tasks—like acting as a chivalrous jianghu knight or a cultivator slaying demons and eliminating evil for the people—only then may you use these two talismans. Otherwise, don’t be greedy. Even if you learn the drawing methods, treat them as waste paper. Can you do that? Think it over before deciding whether to take them. If you take them, destroy them after reading. If you refuse, just walk away. It’s no big deal.”
Without hesitation, Du Yu took the two sheets of paper. “Senior, rest assured. As you said, life, death, fortune, and misfortune are all one’s own doing. If I take these two sheets today and later learn the immortal talismans you taught me, as long as it’s not a certain-death situation and I have the will, I, Du Yu, will definitely do it!”
The man smiled and patted Du Yu’s shoulder. “That’s good.”
Du Yu felt tears welling up.
Watching the figure of the senior gradually fade into the distance.
Du Yu suddenly asked, “Senior, since you’re a sword immortal, why don’t you travel on your flying sword?”
The man simply adjusted his bamboo hat, waved his hand, and continued walking.