After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 798 The contents of the jar smell so good, the Frost Condensation Sword is destroyed!
"Oh, Grandpa, you mean... how is this possible..."

"Whether it's possible or not, we'll know when the time comes."

"Grandpa, are you going?" Li Hui paused, feeling that his grandfather was probably blinded by anger.

"Humph."

Li Changfu snorted coldly, "They've already issued a challenge, how can I not go? I, Li Changfu, have been a coward my whole life, it's time for me to stand up for myself, otherwise, people will really think that the Li family is easy to bully."

"Grandpa, since the other side is deliberately provoking us, they must have made preparations..."

Although Li Hui was filled with grief and indignation, he still retained some rationality. The Li family was currently relying on Li Changfu as its sole pillar. If Li Changfu were to fall, he dared not imagine what kind of storms would befall the Li family.

Li Changfu raised his hand to interrupt him, his aged face filled with determination.

When others are being so overbearing, how can he remain silent?

He couldn't simply ignore it; otherwise, the other party would only take advantage of him.

If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you think I'm a sick cat?

Li Changfu turned around and looked at Jianmen Mountain behind him with a deep gaze.

Do you think the Li family of Jianmen is easily intimidated? If you want to play this game, then I'll give you a big one. Don't be a sore loser.

……

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At noon, at the Chen family's old house.

Chen Yang finished his phone call with Li Chunxiao.

The time has been set for the day after tomorrow; the location, as Chen Yang said, is Jianfeng Temple on Bamian Mountain.

Over the phone, Li Chunxiao couldn't understand why Chen Yang had asked her to send those videos and photos to provoke Li Changfu.

According to Li Chunxiao's original intention, he could have simply tricked Li Changfu into coming. Even if Li Changfu was cautious and he couldn't be fooled this time, Li Chunxiao could have thought of other ways. There was no need to provoke Li Changfu.

There are two possible outcomes if we do this.

First, it frightened Li Changfu so that he dared not come again; second, it enraged Li Changfu, causing him to recklessly charge towards Bamian Mountain.

In Li Chunxiao's view, Li Changfu was just cautious, not cowardly, and it was unrealistic to think he could scare him.

More likely, it would anger Li Changfu. Although doing so might draw Li Changfu over, a furious Li Changfu would certainly make thorough preparations.

Although Li Chunxiao couldn't access the core of the Li family, she knew that the Li family definitely had a strong foundation.

It is obvious which is easier to deal with: an unsuspecting lion or an enraged lion.

But Chen Yang assured her that he could handle it, leaving Li Chunxiao with no choice but to advise him to act according to his abilities and to run away if he couldn't manage it.

……

Under the loquat tree, there is a small table.

A few side dishes were laid out. The eight-winged centipede lay on the rocking chair, hugging a wine bottle, gnawing on the chicken head that Chen Yang had bought for it, looking like it was living a life of debauchery.

"Kid, what's with that cunning smile you're up to now?" Chen Yang hung up the phone, and the eight-winged centipede transmitted its voice.

Chen Yang's smile faded. "Old Wu, didn't you want to spar with someone and practice your skills? How about we go to Bamian Mountain the day after tomorrow?"

The eight-winged centipede glanced at him, "I know what you're up to the moment you stick your butt out, you want me to be your henchman again..."

"If Elder Wu doesn't go, it's fine. I should be able to handle it myself." Chen Yang shook his head.

If the eight-winged centipede can be removed, that would be even more secure.

He deliberately provoked Li Changfu this time with only one purpose: to see how many tricks he could muster.

The Li family is skilled in cultivating spiritual plants. It would be best if they could bring all the spiritual plants from Jianmen Mountain, as they would be valuable experience points and rewards.

Chen Yang was really drooling over it.

Did I say I wasn't going?

The eight-winged centipede snorted. The wine bottle in its arms was already empty. It shook the bottle and said, "Hurry up and refill it."

"living comfortably without anybody's help."

Chen Yang smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating. He was still hungry after talking for so long.

"Stinky boy."

The eight-winged centipede cursed, his craving for alcohol kicking in. He didn't care about anything else and hurriedly flew into the main room with the wine bottle in his arms.

Chen Yang shook his head. He had only ever heard of centipedes being used to make wine, never of centipedes making good wine!

"Kid, what kind of wine is this? I've never seen it before!"

Inside the main room, the eight-winged centipede sent a telepathic message.

"It's baijiu, what else could it be... damn it!"

As Chen Yang was speaking, he suddenly seemed to remember something, quickly threw down his chopsticks, and ran straight to the main room.

In the corner, an eight-winged centipede was perched on a jar, seemingly sucking something vigorously.

It was the very soul urn that Chen Yang had hidden in the pile of wine jars last night when he had nowhere else to go.

Chen Yang grabbed the soul urn.

The eight-winged centipede fell to the ground with a thud.

"Old Wu, this isn't wine, don't touch it," Chen Yang said quickly.

"Not alcohol?"

The eight-winged centipede raised its head and stared at the jar in Chen Yang's hand. "Who are you trying to fool? If it's not wine, how can it smell so good?"

"fragrant?"

Chen Yang was taken aback. He looked at the jar in his hand, and without caring about the bad luck, he leaned over to smell it. But there was no fragrance at all.
It's clearly just plain rustic.

"You must have smelled it wrong," Chen Yang said.

The eight-winged centipede flew up with a "biu" sound, landed on the jar, and sniffed and smelled it. "No mistake, it smells so good, even better than that growth hormone you gave me. My mouth is watering. You stingy little brat, you're hiding good wine and not letting me drink it?"

Chen Yang frowned. "Are you sure? It smells good?"

"Of course, it smells amazing."

"Why can't I smell it?"

"Your nose? It can't compare to mine! Hurry up, open it and let me taste it..."

The eight-winged centipede's excited appearance didn't seem fake at all.

"Can't open."

Chen Yang shook his head.

"Can't open it?" The eight-winged centipede was taken aback, thinking that Chen Yang was reluctant to part with it.

"Old Centipede..."

Chen Yang quickly explained the origin and special features of the jar to the eight-winged centipede.

The eight-winged centipede was stunned after hearing this.

"You little brat, if you're not going to give it to me, then don't. Do you have to make up stories to fool me? I'm a centipede, not a pig!"

"If you don't believe me, try it yourself. Can your primordial spirit detect what's inside?"

"Ah……"

The eight-winged centipede chuckled and immediately used its spiritual energy to sweep towards the jar. The next second, however, it froze.

It sensed a tremendous repulsive force emanating from the jar itself, and with its mid-stage True Realm primordial spirit, it was completely unable to enter the jar.

A bit of a secret.

It immediately climbed to the top of the jar, coiled around the lid, and twisted it hard.

The next instant, it felt as if it had been struck by a mysterious force, and its body suddenly felt weak, causing it to fall directly off the jar.

"Yo ho?"

The eight-winged centipede was somewhat astonished. "Chen Yang, there's something fishy about this jar."

"I told you that already."

Chen Yang rolled his eyes. "You don't believe me when I tell you, you have to try it yourself?"

"What's inside?" the eight-winged centipede asked.

Chen Yang was speechless. "If I had known what was inside, I would have found a way to open it long ago."

"Put it down, let me smell it again." The eight-winged centipede became clearly serious.

Chen Yang placed the jar on the coffee table.

The eight-winged centipede immediately pounced, its dark body wrapping around the jar.

"It smells so good, so incredibly good! I've never smelled anything so enticing before," the eight-winged centipede kept saying.

Chen Yang was somewhat skeptical when he heard it say that, since he hadn't smelled any fragrance at all.

Chen Yang immediately called Black Tiger in.

Black Tiger is an expert at smelling.

Chen Yang let Black Tiger smell it too, but the answer he received surprised him.

Black Tiger didn't smell any fragrance either.

"Old Centipede, is your nose even more sensitive than a dog's?" Chen Yang asked.

"I'm not kidding you."

The centipede was very serious. It wanted to try opening the lid, but it was also a little hesitant. "How about I throw it on the ground and drop it to see if I can open it?"

"Don't."

Chen Yang quickly shook his head, "We don't even know what's inside. What if it's some kind of evil thing sealed inside? If we can't suppress it, it'll be a real problem."

“With me here, what is there to be afraid of?” Elder Centipede said.

Chen Yang was both amused and exasperated. "Let's wait until Shi Ling wakes up and then discuss it together."

Breaking through to the mid-stage of the Dao True Realm would make the Eight-Winged Centipede so proud that it probably wouldn't even know its own name anymore.

While its strength is undeniable, it is not invincible.

Chen Yang wouldn't do something so reckless, especially since this jar is so difficult to handle; it's not certain that it can be broken by dropping it.

The eight-winged centipede said sullenly, "I think what's inside, even if it's not fine wine, is at least some kind of nectar. Quickly take it away, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist..." Fine wine? Nectar of immortality?
The eight-winged centipede was unusually serious, so Chen Yang quickly carried the jar into the bedroom and put it back in the wardrobe.

……

The night was bathed in the elegant moonlight.

The eight-winged centipede was completely drunk. He hugged the wine jar and fell asleep on the sofa in the main room, snoring loudly.

It's fortunate that Chen Yang is the only one at home; if someone else had seen this scene, they would probably have been so scared they would have wet themselves.

In the room, Chen Yang cultivated for a while and then took out the Frost Condensation Sword.

The sword remained aloof, ignoring Chen Yang's attempts to penetrate its core.

The bright moonlight shone on the sword, and the silvery blade emitted a hazy glow, adding to its frosty and cold aura.

After much deliberation, Chen Yang took out the sacrificial sword stone.

A rhombus-shaped red stone, about half the size of a mobile phone screen.

Item: Sword Offering Stone

"Introduction: A sword without a sword heart has a chance to nurture a sword heart after use. A sword that already has a sword heart can enhance that sword heart by using it..."

……

This thing can not only nurture a sword heart, but also enhance the strength of that sword heart.

As long as it's a sword, a sword with consciousness, it shouldn't be unmoved by this stone, right?
Saying nice things a thousand times is not as good as doing something practical.

How do you use the Sword Offering Stone?
According to the system's explanation, you can simply touch the sword.

Chen Yang directly moved the sacrificial stone towards the sword.

"Buzz!"

Before the stone even touched the sword, Chen Yang felt the Frost Condensation Sword vibrate slightly.

There was a response.

Chen Yang raised an eyebrow, removed the sacrificial sword stone, and tried to communicate with it using his primordial spirit.

But the other party remained aloof and ignored him.

It seemed to be only interested in the sword-offering stone.

That's interesting. The more indifferent you are to me, the more I'll have to teach you a lesson.

Without further hesitation, Chen Yang directly affixed the sacrificial stone to the sword.

"Om."

The sword vibrated once more, this time even more violently than before.

Are you happy? Are you excited?
This is a sacrificial stone that can strengthen the sword's heart; it's the sword's favorite.

The moment it came into contact with the sword, the sacrificial stone adhered firmly to the sword. Streams of mysterious energy were automatically released from the sacrificial stone, wisps of which quickly merged into the sword.

Under the hazy moonlight, the blade of the Frost Condensation Sword shone even brighter, and a layer of frost quickly condensed on it.

"Buzz!"

Several frosty sword energies shot towards Chen Yang like an explosion.

Chen Yang reacted instinctively, activating his Golden Body almost instantly.

Clang clang clang...

The sword energy wasn't strong. Although his golden body wasn't fully activated, Chen Yang's physical strength was more than enough to withstand it.

Furthermore, he was wearing the Heavenly Silkworm Armor, so this amount of sword energy couldn't hurt him at all.

The Frost Condensation Sword vibrated even more violently.

At this moment, Chen Yang sensed its emotions.

It wasn't happy or excited; it was angry.

Chen Yang was slightly taken aback.

angry?

I gave you the only sword-offering stone I had, why are you still angry?
However, Chen Yang soon understood the reason.

"Kakaka..."

As all the energy in the sacrificial stone was absorbed by the Frost Condensation Sword, the sword trembled even more violently.

It's like reaching some kind of peak!
Suddenly, the sword emitted many tiny cracking sounds.

"Kakaka..."

Tiny cracks appeared on the blade.

It spread rapidly, like a spider web.

Chen Yang was taken aback.

At that moment, he roughly understood.

Why did I sense Kenshin's anger just now?

I've already ignored you, and you still try to be nice to me by throwing a broken rock at me. My sword is just made of refined iron; can it withstand this?
It seems like good intentions have backfired.

Chen Yang realized this, but it seemed a little too late.

The sword's core must be quite strong. The fine iron sword itself probably can't contain such a powerful sword core. If the sword body shatters and the sword core loses its support, there will only be one outcome: it will simply dissipate and vanish into nothingness.

The sword's core essence had probably been cultivated to the limit that the Frost Condensation Sword could contain. At this time, Chen Yang used the sacrificial sword stone to enhance it, which naturally exceeded the sword's capacity.

This sword is probably going to be destroyed.

At this moment, Chen Yang could clearly feel that the sword heart of the Frost Condensation Sword was very angry and was trying its best to save the sword.

However, the energy of the sacrificial sword stone was too strong, and it simply couldn't control it.

"Kakaka..."

When everything stopped, the energy of the sacrificial sword stone was exhausted and turned to ashes. The remaining Frost Condensation Sword was covered with fine cracks.

The sword would tremble from time to time, and Chen Yang would tremble along with it.

The cracks continue to expand intermittently.

"This……"

Looking at the Frost Condensation Sword in his hand, he didn't even dare to exert any force. At this moment, he was certain that even if he only put in a little bit of true essence, the sword would definitely not be able to withstand it and would shatter directly.

What should we do?
Chen Yang was speechless. Not only had he wasted a sword-offering stone, but he had also caused a huge disaster by ruining a sword.

Although he still can't communicate with Kenshin, he can now clearly sense his emotions.

It was furious; if it could be visualized, it would probably be pointing its finger at Chen Yang and cursing him right now.

Li's mother, why is she making such a mess of things?
Can't you just let me stay put? Why do you have to come and provoke me?

Sensing the emotions within the sword's heart, Chen Yang imagined that the Frost Condensation Sword's sword heart should be furious at this moment.

"What should we do now?"

The damage has already happened; now, of course, we need to find a way to salvage the situation.

This sword looks like it's about to fall apart. If it breaks, the sword's spirit will probably be gone too.

In the end, they will lose both their money and their loved ones.

Chen Yang didn't want that to happen. "How about I give you a different body?"

The Frost Sword did not react, but Chen Yang could sense that although its emotions were angry, they had eased somewhat.

He consulted with the Five Thunder Master and suggested that Kenshin could change his sword, but only if Kenshin himself agreed.

Given the current situation, is it possible that it wouldn't want to?
The house was forcibly demolished by Chen Yang; it had no choice at all.

A full moon hung high in the sky, its bright light bathing the entire courtyard.

Chen Yang went into the courtyard and took out several swords from the system space.

The Crimson Sky Sword, the Mountain-Suppressing Sword, and several other fine iron swords.

They were placed one by one in the courtyard.

The massive size of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword made it stand out from the crowd, quite eye-catching.

"Look, you want that sword, don't you?"

Chen Yang immediately began introducing the Frost Condensation Sword in his hand, "This is Crimson Sky, an ancient famous sword... this is the Mountain-Suppressing Sword..."

The introduction was quickly given, explaining that it allowed the user to choose the sword heart of the Frost Condensation Sword, but in reality, the range of choices was very small.

Those few fine iron swords are definitely out of the question. If the sword heart were to enter them, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand it and would crack again.

The material of a sword determines the upper limit of its potential; the upper limit of a fine iron sword is simply too low.

Therefore, the only choices are the Crimson Sky Sword and the Mountain-Suppressing Sword.

However, the Crimson Sky Sword is fire-attribute, which is incompatible with the Frost Condensation Sword's ice attribute, so it was naturally ruled out as well.

That leaves only one option: the Mountain-Suppressing Sword.

As for Chen Yang, he naturally hoped that it would choose the Mountain-Suppressing Sword.

After all, the Zhenshan Sword belonged to him, while the Chixiao Sword belonged to the Yang family of Longtai Mountain; he only had temporary rights to use it.

When the Yang family remembers the sword and wants to take it back, he has no reason to force them to keep something that belongs to someone else. At that time, he will only be doing the work for someone else's benefit.

The Zhenshan Sword is just a bit bigger, but in reality, its material strength is in no way inferior to the Chixiao Sword.

It is also a famous ancient sword.

It can be considered a super-sized villa.

However, Chen Yang sensed the lingering presence of the Frost Condensing Sword Heart, which seemed to harbor some disdain for it.

Chen Yang was a little confused. Although it was wrong of me to demolish your house, I replaced your dilapidated house with a big villa. What do you still have to complain about?
“This Frost Condensation Sword should be a woman’s sword. Your Mountain-Suppressing Sword is too big. What she wants is a graceful and petite sword,” said Master Wu Lei.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang pictured a female bodybuilder.

He was somewhat amused and exasperated. "What kind of time is this to be arguing about this?"

The sword heart of the Frost Condensation Sword seemed to understand Chen Yang's meaning, and as if resigned to its fate, it conveyed its emotions to Chen Yang.

This is it, the Mountain-Suppressing Sword!
(End of this chapter)