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Chapter 236: The Appointment of Fighting (Subscription Request)

"Ye Ningxiu, the head of the Yuhua Immortal Sect and the God-Praying Sect, has come to visit the Dakong Temple so late..."

Chen Yi frowned slightly, and his eyes gradually became cold.

He almost forgot - in the previous mission description, Yuhua Xianmen was one of the culprits who joined forces with Baishen Sect and Qianlong to besiege and kill Taixu Dao Sect!

"There is also Lu Fang, the 'Incarnation of Divine Will' used by Zhou Guanwu, who is also a genius of Yuhua Xianmen."

Previously, Chen Yi subconsciously believed that Zhou Guanwu was able to travel in Kyoto Prefecture under the identity of "Lu Fang" because he killed "Lu Fang" and then used the "incarnation of God's will" to replace his identity.

If you think about it from another angle... perhaps, "Lu Fang" has always been Zhou Guanwu's identity outside?
Chen Yi stared at this makeshift cave with fascinated eyes, thinking thoughtfully -

"Probably!"

In this way, Zhou Guanwu's hidden identity is a powerful person of the "Wei" level in the "Jijingtian" and the leader of the Baishen Sect, while to the outside world he is a walking genius of the Yuhua Immortal Sect.

If we also take into account his status as Marquis Jingye, who escaped from his previous position...

"One person, playing four roles."

The corner of Chen Yi's mouth curled up into a sneer. No matter how many layers of identity Zhou Guanwu had, he would expose him sooner or later!

There is also the Yuhua Immortal Gate, the "Extremely Pure Heaven"...

Think for a moment.

Chen Yi continued to stare at Dakong Temple as he walked out of the cave.

The protective barrier at the cave entrance formed by the silver-white sword intent and the divine intent that was within reach and as far as the horizon slowly dissipated, revealing the quiet black forest around it.

At this moment, the stars and the moon were hanging high in the sky, and the light shone on Chen Yi's ordinary appearance wearing the "Mask of Delusion Breaking", but there was a faint hint of coldness spreading around.

"Yuhua Xianmen, Baishen Sect, and Jijingtian, these people should be working for the same goal."

"Is the target the Dakong Temple?"

Chen Yi didn't know. From the current investigation, Zhou Guanwu's purpose of infiltrating Kyoto Prefecture was not clear.

As far as he knew, Zhou Guanwu only did four things in Kyoto Prefecture.

The first is to invite Chen Yuan to join "Jijingtian".

But this invitation should not be the reason that drove Zhou Guanwu to Kyoto Prefecture, but more like "a coincidence".

Or, it was because Chen Yuan agreed to take over the position of Marquis Jingye that prompted Zhou Guanwu to invite him.

The second thing is that Zhou Guanwu used the "Magic Power·Nightmare" to control Wang Yang of Kyoto Academy, and instructed Chen Yuan and the "witch woman" Wen Renying to put him into the Sky Prison.

"Wang Yang, the Great Master, the Third Master, Zhou Guanwu, Ji Jingtian..."

Chen Yi looked at the full moon in the night sky thoughtfully. He also couldn't see this step of the plan clearly.

Moreover, compared to inviting Chen Yuan to join "Ji Jing Tian", Zhou Guanwu had a clearer goal in manipulating Wang Yang to commit debauchery in Kyoto Academy until he entered the Heavenly Prison.

"Using Wang Yang's incident, are you going to ruin Mr. Da's reputation?"

Chen Yi frowned slightly. It was not difficult to find out from his previous conversation with Li Qingzhou that the great master was not affected by this.

Even if the people of Kyoto Prefecture and the people of the martial arts world were talking about it, Wang Yang had bad character and brought this upon himself, so even if there was an impact, it would not make the great master feel any less worried.

"So, for the second thing, they should have a follow-up plan. Perhaps the key lies in Mr. Third Yang Huan..."

And the third thing Zhou Guanwu did in Kyoto Prefecture was to use his identity as a member of the Yuhua Immortal Sect to compete with the geniuses of the martial arts world.

This is more like a game, gradually improving Lu Fang's ranking on the "Tianjiao List" and strengthening Lu Fang's reputation among the many Jianghu people and Tianjiao.

As for the last thing, it was an arrangement that Chen Yi learned from Wen Renying -

Zhou Guanwu used his status as the leader of the Baishen Sect to gather evil demons and heretics to attack and kill the Buddhist disciples and geniuses in the monastery.

In addition, Zhou Guanwu sneaked into Dakong Temple alone, and people from Yuhua Xianmen also visited Dakong Temple late at night...

It doesn't look like they are here to discuss the grand event of the Wei Dynasty.

“Four things, four different directions.”

Chen Yi took a deep breath and returned to the cave again. He used his sword intent to block the surrounding mountains within a hundred miles, leaving only the area outside the Dakong Temple covered with sword intent.

No matter what Zhou Guanwu's purpose is, he needs to be prepared, or at least figure out the other party's purpose.

Otherwise, once the two connections with Zhou Guanwu and Mr. San are cut off, it will only take more energy to find the people in "Ji Jing Tian".

After all, from the previous "Xunwangtian" ceremony, it was not difficult for him to see that the two Taoist priests Zhao Muzi and Zhao Tianhe were wary of "Jijingtian".

"If you don't kill the snake, there will be endless troubles."

Just at this moment, Chen Yi noticed that Ye Ningxiu from the Yuhua Immortal Sect had left the Dakong Temple with someone.

From the time he entered Dakong Temple to the time he finally came out, it was only one hour.

Think for a moment.

Chen Yi weakened the sword intent a little bit, and supplemented it with the divine power of "A World Away" to eavesdrop on Ye Ningxiu's conversation with another person.

"Master Ye, now that the grand event is approaching, are the several geniuses of your Yuhua Immortal Sect ready?"

The other person was a middle-aged monk with a fat head, big ears and a sturdy build.

He was wearing a bright red robe and a rosary made of fist-sized beads hung on his chest. He looked like a warrior monk.

"How to prepare?" Ye Ningxiu still looked the same as he did in the southern barbarian land, wearing a colorful Taoist robe with only four small gold-plated words printed on the chest - Yuhua Xianmen.

"In the current Wei Dynasty, there are numerous young geniuses in the various holy places of Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism, as well as among the disciples of many aristocratic families and hidden masters."

"Compared to those geniuses, my Yuhua Xianmen doesn't have many outstanding disciples, except Lu Fang..."

The middle-aged monk grinned, without mentioning Lu Fang's name, and instead teased:

"I heard that originally, the number of geniuses in Yuhua Xianmen was even greater than it is now, but because of the grudge with the 'Little Sword Immortal' Chen Yi, they all died in the Nanman Secret Realm?"

"No," Ye Ningxiu glanced at him, shook his head and sighed, "They didn't even enter the Southern Barbarian Secret Realm before they were killed by Chen Yi on the long ladder outside the secret realm."

"Oh? So domineering?"

"Haha, that 'little sword fairy' is no ordinary person. I could still exchange a few moves with him before, but now..."

Ye Ningxiu's face seemed a bit sinister, and he said with a ferocious look in his eyes: "I'm afraid I can't survive more than two moves in his hands now."

"His cultivation is indeed terrifying," the middle-aged monk saw the expression on his face and showed some admiration, saying:

"When I first arrived in Kyoto Prefecture, I had the honor of seeing him fighting with 'Black Impermanence' Liao Wei."

"That kind of swordsmanship and that kind of White Tiger divine will are things I rarely see even in Taizhou Mountain."

At this point, the monk's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Just now, I saw that Junior Brother Lu Fang's cultivation seemed to have improved as well?"

“Lu Fang?” Ye Ningxiu shook his head and said, “His current cultivation is only at the third level of Tianhe Realm, and his method of summoning gods has only reached the peak of great success… He is still far from it!”

"According to the information I have received, there are six geniuses in the Taoist holy land who have higher cultivation than him, and this does not include Chen Yi from the Taixu Taoist Sect."

"Add to that the proud disciples of the holy land of the academy and your Buddhist temples, and I'm afraid my Yuhua Xianmen will return empty-handed in this grand event."

"Master Ye is too pessimistic," the middle-aged monk said meaningfully, "From what I've seen of Lu Fang, his cultivation has probably reached the Void Realm, and his skills are probably at the Divine Ability Realm."

"Master Chiyu, you can't say that," Ye Ningxiu said with a slightly serious expression.

"Lu Fang is one of the few geniuses in my Yuhua Immortal Sect. His cultivation and skills have been tested by us many times."

“If his cultivation breaks through to the Void Realm, I will be overwhelmed with joy, not to mention his skills and magical powers…”

The middle-aged monk Chi Yu looked at him, laughed a few times and said, "I naturally believe in Master Ye and Yuhua Xianmen."

"It's just that the information about Junior Brother Lu Fang's cultivation was said by 'Dakong Buddha' himself, and it's not something I made up."

"'Dakong Buddha', ups and downs?" Ye Ningxiu frowned, "Why would he talk about this?"

Monk Chiyu looked at him with a half-smile: "Master Ye, you won't deny it this time?"

Ye Ningxiu laughed in silence, stared at him for a moment, then faded his smile and said calmly:

"Master Chiyu, you are one of the most eminent monks in the Wei Dynasty. It is better not to believe in such nonsense."

"Even if it was said by 'Dakong Buddha' Fuchen, how can we trust him, a novice monk who has not yet mastered the Buddhist teachings?"

"What Master Ye said... is absolutely true." Monk Chiyu paused and did not continue to speak along with his words. He turned to look at the location of Dakong Temple and said:
“No matter what level of cultivation or technique Junior Brother Lu Fang has, since he has agreed to compete with the novice monks of my Vajra Temple, I will not stop him.”

"Monk Chiyu is worrying too much," Ye Ningxiu calmed down and said comfortingly:

"During these days, Junior Brother Lu Fang has fought several matches with other sects' geniuses in Kyoto Prefecture, but he always stopped at the right time and did nothing out of the ordinary. I think this time when he fights with Little Monk Feidu, it will be the same."

"If not for this, Abbot Kong Jing of Dakong Temple would not have allowed Junior Brother Lu Fang to stay in the temple."

Monk Chiyu thought for a moment, nodded, and sighed, "It's a good thing to stop at the right time."

As he said this, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, lowered his eyebrows and said, "In this case, I will not keep Master Ye any longer, and will return to Dakong Temple."

Ye Ningxiu stood with his hands behind his back and nodded, saying, "Tomorrow morning, I and my brother will come to Dakong Temple to meet you."

"Then we will watch the fight between the two of them together."

"it is good……"

Not long after, Chen Yi saw Ye Ningxiu flash away and head towards the inn where Lu Fang had previously lived.

The middle-aged monk stopped for a moment, then looked around, his eyes falling upwards intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was a little confused.

But he did not speak again, turned around and walked towards Dakong Temple.

After the two of them separated, Chen Yi's eyes moved downwards and he murmured in a low voice:
"Competition?"

"Lu Fang has been staying in Dakong Temple for the past two days, just to compete with those monk geniuses?"

Chen Yi frowned slightly. This was slightly different from his previous guess, but referring to what Lu Fang had done in the past few days, it seemed reasonable.

Some time ago, Lu Fang competed with many geniuses, including those from Taoist sects, academies, and some disciples from sects and holy places in the martial arts world.

Now with the addition of the novice monks from the Vajra Temple...it makes sense.

Thinking of this.

While Chen Yi continued to search for the location of Dakong Temple, he opened the Sumeru bag, took out the jade slip given by Taoist Zhao Muzi, and started to read it.

Since Mr. Lian San is so sure that his identity of "Lu Xiaofeng" is beneficial to "Ji Jing Tian", he might as well take advantage of it.

"Let's go to Dakong Temple early tomorrow morning!"

"Maybe I'll go with the boss to investigate the people in the so-called 'Extremely Pure Heaven'!"

……

South of Kyoto Prefecture is a flat and open area.

Several large camps guarding Kyoto Prefecture were stationed here, divided into four camps according to the east, south, west and north.

Soldiers who were not guarding the border would practice formations and practice military skills and techniques here.

In the center of these four camps is a small Acropolis, square with high walls and straight edges that are hundreds of miles long.

The city not only has residences for military marquises and officers, but also three smelters, two shooting ranges, and a clinic with a pharmacist.

It is a small town dedicated to serving the armies of various military lords.

At this moment, in a Wuhou Mansion in the north of the town.

Chen Kuan was no longer dressed as the butler he had been in Jingye Marquis' Mansion before, but had changed into a tight black suit.

Even though his face looks a little old, after trimming his hair and beard, he looks strong despite being old.

He brought a bowl of ginseng soup to replenish qi and blood and placed it on the table. He then lit two oil lamps under the beams and asked:

"My Lord, what do you think of the dedicated soldiers today?"

Chen Yuan sat at the desk, looking at the pile of books on the desk, and said without raising his head:

"weak."

This was his most intuitive feeling after he arrived at the camp early in the morning and inspected the new and veteran soldiers of the Jingye Army.

Although Zhou Tiance had told him before that the talents of the new recruits for the Jingye Army this time were stronger than before, he still felt that these recruits were not pleasing to his eyes.

The so-called "strong" talent is nothing more than an ordinary person who has used six months to improve his cultivation to the ninth level.

Even with their sophisticated equipment, these recruits were still far inferior to the Hundred Flower Army he saw at Zhennan Pass.

The veterans are better, but still very limited.

There are a total of 20,000 veterans, but only 1,843 of them have reached the seventh level or above.

If these dedicated new and old soldiers were to face the big demon outside Beixiong Pass, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to hold out for even a charge.

Chen Yan was naturally aware of this, but he still said with a smile:
"My Lord, you may not know that with the talents of these new recruits, if they practice diligently, they will soon be able to break through their current realm."

"Although you can't let them go to surround and kill demons above the third level, they are enough to deal with ordinary small demons."

"If they can skillfully use the power of the formation, even if a second-grade divine wandering realm demon attacks, they still won't be able to defeat it."

Chen Yuan raised his head and glanced at him. After a moment of silence, he spoke:
"Is there any way to help them break through in a short period of time?"

Shen Yan was startled, and looked at his expression. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he thought:
"There is a way, but..."

"Do you need a large sum of money?" Chen Yuan asked, thinking of the clinic and the city formation he saw in the garrison town during the day.

Chen Yan nodded and said, "It does require a lot of money. The formation in the city connects the surrounding camps, and it stores a lot of spiritual energy from heaven and earth."

"If the Marquis wants to quickly improve the cultivation of the new recruits of the Jingye Army, you can activate the formation in the city and transmit it to the camp to improve their skills and techniques."

"In addition, there are many elixirs provided by various sects and holy places in the clinic, especially Taoist holy places and medical families. The efficacy and required money are different."

"Your Majesty can also buy a batch of elixirs for the new soldiers, but..."

However, even the richest Hexi Army did not have such consumption.

After all, spiritual energy and elixirs are only used to assist in cultivation, and it is not worth it to catalyze the improvement of those recruits who are all over fifteen years old in this way.

Moreover, even if they really did so, there would still be a big gap in the final cultivation level of these recruits, and it would be hard to say whether they could make a breakthrough.

Chen Yuan glanced at him and naturally understood the meaning of his words.

After thinking it over again and again, he suddenly said, "Did Grandfather allow the 'Hidden Dragon Seed' to join the holy places of the major sects? Was it because the consumption was too great?"

Chen Yan hesitated and said, "There is indeed a reason for this."

"After the master was seriously injured, he went north to guard the border several times. The casualties of the Jingye Army almost made the ministers in the court frown."

"Military expenditures have been reduced again and again, thus affecting the cultivation and growth of each member of the Hidden Dragon."

"So after careful consideration, the master decided to select a group of seeds who are loyal to the Hidden Dragon and have excellent talents, and send them to the holy places of the major sects."

"With the help of the natural resources and treasures from these holy places, we hope to help them quickly break through their cultivation realm."

Having said that, Chen Kuang paused, and glanced at several personal soldiers waiting outside the door. He waved his hand and set up a sword barrier to prevent the sound here from being transmitted out.

"Just like the Marquis' personal guards outside the door, they are also 'Hidden Dragons', but they were selected from the remaining people after the 'Hidden Dragon Seeds' were selected."

Chen Yuan followed his gaze and looked outside the main hall, his calm face showing a thoughtful expression.

"If this is the case, then the Jingye Army will probably have a hard time matching the Wuan Army and the Taishan Army in strength in a short period of time..."

Hearing this, Chen Yan asked doubtfully: "My Lord, there is one thing I don't understand, I hope you can explain it to me."

"Say!"

"When I found you in the southern barbarian land, you not only refused to return to Kyoto, but also had a grudge against me. Why do you accept the title of Jingye Marquis and take it so seriously now?"

I remember the serious illness very clearly.

When he just found Chen Yuan, the other party was carrying a black wooden coffin and rushing to Luofu Mountain.

It was only after his careful persuasion that Chen Yuan agreed to return to Kyoto Prefecture.

Moreover, Chen Yuan was still filled with resentment at the time. Even when he learned of the name of "Hidden Dragon", he wished to kill all these "Hidden Dragon Seeds"...

Chen Yuan looked at him calmly and said in a slightly indifferent tone:
"Although Grandpa has made many mistakes, he is old now and paid a heavy price in the battle of Beixiongguan."

"If it weren't for this, I probably wouldn't have considered accepting the title of Marquis, let alone agreeing to 'change Chen to Zhou'."

Chen Yan suddenly realized and said, "Is this the reason why you want to try to rebuild the Jingye Army and revive the Zhou family's reputation?"

This reason made sense, but it only dispelled half of his concerns.

There is another point - perhaps the reason why Chen Yuan agreed to the master's request was related to the master's threat.

Even if Chen Yuan agreed to "change Chen to Zhou", the underlying problem was clear - Chen Yuan was still closer to the Chen family in his heart!

Among them was the Marquis of Yingwu Chen Yi, as well as his blood relatives Zhou Wanyi and Chen Fan.

"I guess so," Chen Yuan said without further ado, looking at the list on the table.

"Tomorrow, I'll trouble you to calculate the military expenses needed to raise the new recruits' cultivation to the eighth level."

He had his own considerations. Since he had taken over the Jingye Marquisate, regardless of the Hidden Dragon, at least the Jingye Army could not be slaughtered by the Demon Court as soon as they reached Beixiong Pass.

If that happens, I'm afraid that if he fulfills his agreement with the Left Prime Minister Xie Jing, the name of Jingye Marquis Zhou will be removed from the court.

This is not what he wanted to see...

"My Lord, do you really want to improve the strength of the Jingye Army?" Chen Yan felt his throat tighten just thinking about the expense.

He knew how much effort and money the master had spent in recruiting these 70,000 new soldiers for the Jingye Army.

Almost half of the money they had looted from the Lu family's treasury had been spent, and now the remaining money was only enough to maintain the daily expenses of the Jingye Army.

If one wants to raise the cultivation of all these people to the eighth level, it would probably cost two Lu family treasure houses...

Chen Yuan nodded and thought: "You said before that after the 'Hidden Dragon' left, most of the remaining 'Hidden Dragon' personnel are in the Jingye Army."

"So is there any money left in the Hidden Dragon?"

Chen Yan thought for a moment, took out two blue ledgers from the Xumi bag he was carrying, flipped them open and looked at them for a few seconds before saying:
"There is indeed a lot of money left in the treasury of Hidden Dragon, but it is still a long way from reaching the goal of the Marquis."

"However, improving your cultivation level cannot be achieved overnight. If you are not in a hurry, you can try to divide it into several steps."

"If we just borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth stored in the formation, maybe they can hold on for a while."

Having said this, Chen Yan paused, looked at Chen Yuan's expression, and said thoughtfully:

"Also, I do not recommend treating all recruits the same. While using spiritual energy to bless their training, we can screen out a group of them."

"This will not only increase competition among the soldiers, but also allow limited money to be used on talented people."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, tapped the table and thought for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Then follow the method that Uncle Chen said. If even this method cannot improve your cultivation, I will not waste any more effort on it."

Chen Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Chen Yuan continue to say:

"There is one more thing. Please inform the 'Seed of Hidden Dragon' and ask them to come to Kyoto Prefecture as soon as possible."

Chen Kuang was stunned for a moment. Even with his cultivation level at the supernatural level, he was still a little dazed when he heard Chen Yuan's words.

"My Lord, why did you summon the 'Seed of Hidden Dragon'?"

"I have other arrangements."

Chen Yuan did not explain, just said it lightly, then waved his hand to signal him to go down and prepare.

Chen Kuang wanted to say more, but after seeing his actions, he had to leave the main hall first, still feeling a little confused.

If it was before this, before Chen Yuan took over as Marquis of Jingye, perhaps he would continue to persuade him.

He appealed to Chen Yuan's emotions and explained the reasons to him so that he could give up the idea.

However, thinking of Chen Yuan's recent arrangements and deployments for the Jingye Army, Chen Yan couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Could it be that the young marquis intends to let the 'Hidden Dragon Seed' also use the formation and elixir to improve its cultivation?"

"This……"

How much fucking money is this going to cost?
The formation that gathers spiritual energy from heaven and earth is better, but the elixirs used for cultivation are very priceless.

Even if he just bought the cheapest pills made by a medical family, it was not something an ordinary Wu Hou could afford.

What's more, the cultivation level of those "latent dragon seeds" is far beyond that of the new recruits of the Jingye Army, and the elixirs required for cultivation are more expensive...

Thinking of this, Chen Yan sighed again.

After he walked out of Wu Hou's mansion, he turned around and frowned slightly.

"I really can't understand what the young marquis is thinking."

"Isn't it said that most people who practice the art of absolute sword are vicious and brainless? How come the higher the level of the young marquis's absolute sword is, the more meticulous his mind becomes?"

After Chen Yan left, Chen Yuan sat alone in front of the table and looked at the roster and military books again before he put them down and calmed down.

However, just as he raised his hand, his calm and indifferent expression suddenly changed slightly.

He looked around and then looked down at himself.

In the dim candlelight, the long silver hair fluttered slightly, with a faint blue color floating.

"Why is this so?"

Chen Yuan looked at the dark blue sword intent that suddenly appeared around him, and a chill enveloped the main hall.

In this icy cold, a layer of frost slowly appeared on the surface of the table and several armchairs, and they made faint creaking sounds, as if an invisible force was trying to smash them to pieces.

Chen Yuan frowned slightly, and subconsciously pressed his palm on the sword, still feeling a little restless in his heart.

Think for a moment.

He did not think about the reason for the changes in his body, so he could only sit cross-legged on the cushion and silently recite the "Song of Calming Qi" mental method in the hope of suppressing the restless sword intent in his body.

Since returning to Kyoto Prefecture, Chen Yuan has not practiced the Juedao sword technique for several days.

Even so, he could still feel that his own absolute sword skills were still slowly increasing, and he could even see and feel the peak of the Tongming Realm.

"If you have a calm mind, you won't be startled by the sky falling..."

Chen Yuan frowned, practicing the "Song of Tranquility" mental method while trying to control the ultimate sword intent in his body.

However, he soon found that all these were in vain.

He only felt that his mind was falling down and down, as if it was about to fall into an endless abyss.

There was endless darkness all around him, and in the midst of the gloomy fog, there was a faint sound of cold, crazy, and desperate laughter echoing in his ears.

"Haha...you're back again, you're back again, Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan!"

"I've already told you that you can't do it! You can't do it!"

"Senior Sister Ling Yinrong died, and not only did you fail to destroy the Nanman Sect, you also returned to Jingdu Prefecture in disgrace. What kind of lousy marquis is this!"

"You are such a piece of shit! Such a big piece of shit!"

The cold voice seemed to penetrate Chen Yuan's eardrums and pierce into his mind. Even when his mind was depraved, he still felt a tearing pain spreading from his head to his whole body.

"Shut up, mouth!!"

As Chen Yuan roared, the downward momentum suddenly stopped, the sounds around him also weakened a little, and a faint light was projected onto him from the surrounding darkness and nothingness.

Chen Yuan covered his head, gasped, struggled to raise his head, opened his eyes and looked around.

In the corner, there stood "Chen Yuan" in a black gown, staring at him with a sinister smile on his face.

Next to him, there was a little figure - his second brother Chen Yi. He was still looking at him with a smile as he did when he was a child, singing in his childish voice:

"twinkle Twinkle Little Star……"

"Haha... it's useless, useless! You are the successor of Jue Dao, you have Jue Dao's sword spirit in you!"

"Even if your second brother can force me to retreat once, so what? Sooner or later, you will be devoured by me!"

The figure in the darkness laughed wildly, with a pair of blood-red eyes that were even crazier than before. He stared at Chen Yuan like a demon that was ready to devour its prey.

"impossible!"

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, stared at him with cold eyes, tried to calm himself down, and stood up and said.

"Why not? Just because of the 'Song of Calming Qi' that Chen Yi gave you? It's useless. He lied to you!"

"Do not be silly!"

"Chen Yuan" in the darkness said with disdain, "If he cared about you so much, why did he return the Spring Rain Sword to you before?"

"If he cares about brotherhood like you do, why would he say that you have nothing to do with the Chen family anymore?"

"You are so stupid. You were fooled by him so easily."

"impossible!"

Chen Yuan's tone remained firm.

However, as he answered, the figure of little Chen Yi on the side became increasingly faint, as if he would disappear at any time.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, you will see what Jiejie will become one day..."

As the darkness slowly faded away, Chen Yuan suddenly stood up, like a drowning man climbing ashore, his body covered with wet marks of sweat.

"Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan, you, how are you? Are you okay?"

At this time, a petite figure wearing the soft armor of the Jingye Army rushed in from outside.

While checking Chen Yuan's expression, she took out porcelain bottles of various sizes from the storage magic tool she carried with her and hurriedly fed them to Chen Yuan.

"Quick, quick, take these pills and you'll be fine."

In the dim light, Chen Yuan seemed to see the figure of Senior Sister Ling Yinrong. When he swallowed the pill, a smile appeared on his face.

That smiling face was just like the one he had when he was in the southern barbarian land, as if he had escaped from a cage and was free, or as if he had returned to the tree hole where he and Senior Sister Ling Yinrong lived together.

"Senior Sister, you are here..."

……

Silent all night.

At dawn, Chen Yi stood up and moved around for a while, waving his hand to disperse the sword intent and divine power that was around him.

The shattered divine will instantly shattered the cave where it was, silently drowning out all the breath inside.

Even the area within a radius of ten miles, the aura of divine power he left behind was submerged and dissipated.

Then he took a step forward, and the divine power of "the world is so close yet so far away" enveloped his body, as if he had squeezed into the inner space of Tianyuan Continent, and appeared outside Dakong Temple in an instant.

At this time, the sky was just beginning to brighten, and the faint glow of light in the east echoed with the stars and the moon in the night sky. It seemed as if there was a fuzzy dividing line that cut through the entire sky, leaving only a hazy black and white.

There were not many travelers in Kyoto Prefecture, but there were also many young men from aristocratic families who were staying overnight in Quchi, staggering out of the pleasure boats on the river.

There were also a few martial artists dressed in fancy clothes among them, and for a moment, the literati and the rough warriors found a common interest with each other.

"Brother, you got up so early because you don't want to be scolded by your wife when you get home, right?"

"How dare they? I'm just staying over, they don't have the right to say anything."

"Haha... I don't believe what you said, brother."

"That's right. If your legs didn't go weak and your body didn't tremble while you were talking, I would believe it too."

Several young men from noble families dressed in gorgeous clothes looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile bitterly when they saw each other's slightly trembling bodies.

The several burly warriors around them didn't seem to be going to let them go, and they all joked:

"The courtesan you found yesterday probably exhausted all your energy."

"It's best to rest for half a day before going home, otherwise if you meet the lady at home... there's no guarantee that she won't let you love her well again."

"..."

The words of these unruly gangsters were crude but true, and they touched the hearts of several young men from wealthy families.

"It seems that we should go back to the academy and rest first. If our family asks about it, it will still make us look good."

"Have you forgotten? The school was closed the day before yesterday. It was the order personally issued by the Third Master. No one is allowed to enter or leave..."

"Ah? What should I do now?"

Hearing their words, a Jianghu guest nearby asked curiously, "Is the Kyoto Academy also closed? Isn't it like Wuliang Mountain, which has been closed for a hundred years?"

"of course not!"

The faces of the young men from noble families who were studying in Kyoto Academy instantly turned red and they shouted:
"The closure of Wuliang Mountain was done by Marquis Yingwu. The reasons involved disputes among Taoist sects and problems of Wuliang Mountain itself."

"And the reason why my Kyoto Academy was closed was because..."

"Because of what?"

The noble family disciples looked at each other, hesitant to speak:
"The great master met the wrong person. The disciple he taught turned out to be in the library of the academy with three female Confucian scholars..."

As he spoke, he made a very vulgar gesture and cursed with an ugly face:

"Not a son of man!"

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Wang Yang to be such a despicable person. He has completely brought shame to our Kyoto Academy!"

"Not only the school, but the great master is probably the one who is the saddest... He thinks highly of Senior Brother Wang Yang, but it's a pity..."

"What's a pity? Fortunately, we found it in time, otherwise we don't know what kind of trouble Senior Brother Wang Yang would have caused in the academy."

"Now that His Majesty has thrown Senior Brother Wang Yang into the Heavenly Prison, even if he doesn't execute him, I'm afraid he won't be allowed to participate in that grand event."

After several Jianghu people learned the reason, they wanted to laugh, but when they looked at the pleasure boat not far away, they could only sigh:
"The disciple of the great master of Kyoto Academy is also a fellow practitioner..."

"What the hell, the one he's having an affair with is a female scholar, all of them are daughters of wealthy families in Kyoto Prefecture, how can they compare to the woman we hugged last night?"

"That's true... But I'm very curious, why would Wang Yang, who is clearly ranked first on the Heavenly Pride Ranking and Earthly Ranking, be so self-degrading?"

When this was mentioned, the young man from the noble family showed a complicated expression on his face, and sighed with an incomprehensible meaning:

"It was fate. When Senior Brother Wang Yang went to the Jingye Marquis's residence to congratulate him, he had a conflict with Lord Yingwu Marquis, and he suppressed him..."

"You don't know that when Senior Brother Dong'an sent him back to the academy, most of his bones, meridians, blood and flesh were shattered."

"If his cultivation was not high enough and if he had not had the righteousness in his body to keep him alive, he would have died on the way back."

"Fortunately, Mr. Da came to his rescue and saved him, but I didn't expect that he would never recover from this."

Several Jianghu masters looked at each other and said, "Lord Yingwuhou's swordsmanship is indeed not comparable to that of ordinary geniuses."

"That's right, Senior Brother Wang Yang, why would you mess with anyone else but Lord Yingwu Marquis..." The young man from the noble family who spoke seemed to have thought of something, and lowered his voice a bit:
"There is one more thing that may explain why he did this."

"What's the matter?"

"I heard from others that Senior Brother Wang Yang seemed to have taken a fancy to a fairy from the Taixu Dao Sect, and that's why he overestimated his own abilities and offended Lord Yingwu Hou."

"Fairy? Which one?" The Jianghu guest looked at him curiously.

"The one with the highest ranking," the noble family boy stretched out a finger, pointed to the sky and said:
"That girl should be called Flower Fairy. I heard she is the second most beautiful fairy among the Ten Great Taoist Fairies..."

"Flower Fairy? Hiss... I have to say, your senior brother is really throwing his life away!"

A Jianghu guest widened his eyes and said, "When Lord Yingwu Hou went to the Southern Barbarian Secret Territory, this person followed him."

"I heard from a fellow martial artist who had the good fortune to escape from there that Lord Yingwu Hou and Fairy Hua are a match made in heaven..."

Huh?
Wang Yang has taken a fancy to Junior Sister Flower Fairy?

When Chen Yi heard the conversation beside Qu Chi below, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes became a little colder.

No wonder Wang Yang dared to speak rudely to him in Jingye Marquis Mansion before, it turned out that the root cause was here...

Haha, you are really looking for death!
Boom, boom, boom!
At this moment, three temple bells rang in succession, and the pure white gate of Dakong Temple creaked open.

Two young monks in light grey robes walked out of the door, each holding a broom in their hands.

After walking out, he swept the fallen leaves and dust outside the temple without saying a word.

Chen Yi took a look and then leaned against a tree not far from the door, waiting for the people from the Yuhua Immortal Sect to arrive.

It didn't take long.

Ye Ningxiu, dressed in a colorful Taoist robe, followed behind a middle-aged Taoist priest from the Yuhua Sect and appeared one after another.

Seeing this, the two young monks put one hand on their chest, bowed their heads slightly and asked:
"If you two donors want to burn incense and worship Buddha, please wait an hour before coming back."

Ye Ningxiu stepped forward and said calmly, "I am Ye Ningxiu from the Yuhua Immortal Sect. I am here with my senior brother to visit the abbot of Dakong Temple, Kong Jing. I hope you will pass on the message."

The little monk paused, raised his head and looked at them, asking suspiciously:
"Only two?"

"when……"

Ye Ningxiu turned around and took a look, only to find that a young man in a green robe with a sword and a wine gourd hanging from his waist was standing behind them.

"You...he...he didn't come with us, so you don't have to pay attention to him, little monk."

Another middle-aged Taoist priest in a colorful Taoist robe was startled when he heard the words, turned around and looked, frowning slightly.

At such a close distance, he didn't even notice this person coming...

"Who are you?"

"My name is Lu Xiaofeng. I made an appointment with Brother Lu Fang to come and watch the battle... Are you two Taoist priests the seniors of Brother Lu Fang's sect?"

Chen Yi looked at Ye Ningxiu and the other man with a smile on his face and bowed in a fake manner.

I've said this, how can you not take me in with you?
PS: Sorry, I don’t have enough time today, so I will combine the two chapters into one. I will continue with two chapters tomorrow.

PPS: Thank you for the reward from Miaoxue, thank you!!

(End of this chapter)