I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 182: One Sword to Kill the Dragon, One Sword to Kill the Sky
The dragon soared in the sky, startling many birds in the forest below.

A flock of birds flapped their wings, and their wingtips swept the snow off the pine branches, making it sound like a rain of pear blossoms.

Xie Weishu came in a chariot, his face solemn and his eyes determined. Even if the opportunity he sought in Xuantianjing did not belong to this powerful man from the Xie family, he would still be happy to take it.

The rise and fall of a family does not depend on one person.

Since his junior Xie Wujiu had such a great opportunity, he would naturally go and help him.

Until behind the sea of clouds, the cracks on the dangerous peaks appeared before his eyes. A hundred-foot-high ice waterfall hung upside down like the scattered necklaces of a fairy. The steaming mist rose straight up to the sky and melted into the clouds in the sky.

Xie Weishu saw two people with swords above the clouds.

The two men had a misty aura and were looking at the chariot he was sitting in from afar.

Xie Weishu looked carefully and saw that the hazy mist seemed to contain subtle sword intent. The sword intent was mysterious, but it was not powerful after all.

After a few more breaths, the dragon roamed in the sea of clouds, making a deafening dragon roar and dispersing the mist in the mountain stream.

As they got closer, Xie Weishu finally recognized one of the two men.

He frowned, and the chariot pulled by the dragon became much slower.

"Chen Shui-jun?"

Xie Weishu looked dignified. The chariot drove over and hung in the air, looking down at the white cloud.

"Innate realm..."

He frowned, wondering how Chen Shuijun, with his level of cultivation, could stand on the clouds.

Just at this time.

Chen Shuijun, who was standing on the cloud, suddenly spoke.

His voice was calm, without any emotion in it, but it fell clearly into Xie Weishu's ears.

"Thank you, Lord. How about we have a chat?"

When Chen Shuijun's voice sounded softly in his ears, Xie Weishu couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The dragon man roared, and the air that spurted out of his mouth was like a wave, sweeping up and down in all directions.

If it were any other person at the first level of innateness, he would probably have been overwhelmed by such aura and would not have dared to transmit the sound through his spiritual power.

and……

"This Chen Shuijun has some connection with Li Yinxi, so why is he here?"

If it were any other innate cultivator, they wouldn't even be qualified to let Xie Weishu stay.

But at this time, Chen Shuijun acted a bit strange, so much so that Xie Weishu couldn't help but control the dragon and stop the chariot.

He was about to ask, but suddenly he heard Chen Shuijun raise his head and ask, "My son Zhi'an and I are waiting here for Mr. Xie for two things.

The first thing is that I want to ask you something, and I hope you can help me and my son solve our doubts."

Zhian?

"Chen Zhian?"

Xie Weishu put his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the other young man.

The young man in the black robe still had a sword intent concentrated on his fingers.

The sword intent was quite mysterious. It went straight to the ninth level and then turned into fine sword energy lingering in the void.

The sword energy that Xie Weishu saw just now came from Chen Zhian, Chen Sijia, who had already become famous throughout the world.

"Are you Chen Zhian?" Xie Weishu's expression remained unchanged, just like before. He asked with interest in his eyes, "Your two poems have long been famous all over the world. Even in Longxi Prefecture, there are very few people who don't know you, Chen Zhian."

"And... I heard that you killed Lu Shengxuan and even wanted to take the seal?"

Xie Weishu looked down at Chen Zhian, his eyes flickering, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Chen Shuijun's voice suddenly came again.

"The first thing is simple. Chen Shuijun wants to ask Xie Shangqing...how did Xie Wujiu know the secret of Daoguo?"

Xie Weishu, who was originally looking at Chen Zhian, suddenly frowned, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and turned to look at Chen Shuijun.

In an instant, the moment his eyes dropped, the surrounding clouds suddenly dispersed, and a hot breath like magma burst out from him. The terrible pressure turned the falling snow into rain.

The pressure was so terrifying that it came like a wave, sweeping over and destroying everything.

But the wind in the sky is still blowing, the waterfall is still roaring, and the clouds are still flowing.

When Xie Weishu's fierce spirit swept over, sword energy suddenly moved in the surrounding void.

This sword energy seemed to come from the strong wind, the heavy rain, the surrounding clouds, and the mountains and waterfalls below. It dissipated the heavy pressure in the blink of an eye.

Xie Weishu frowned.

He stood on the chariot, his divine aura flowing freely: "Who set up this sword formation? Chen Shuijun, what kind of backer did you find? How dare you mention the word Daoguo so easily?"

Chen Shuijun still stood in the same place and said: "The Xie family, one of the six families in Dayu, already has too much, including mines all over the world, countless medicinal fields, countless magical inheritances, and even several dragon veins and several fortunes.

With such a family fortune, what would happen if there was no Dao Fruit?"

Xie Weishu did not look at Chen Shuijun, but looked around. A heavy aura flowed out, spreading everywhere.

Chen Zhian, who had remained silent the entire time, even saw a vague figure behind Xie Weishu. The figure was tall, like a small mountain, which made people feel awe.

That is a divine appearance.

The biggest difference between Yuque monks and ordinary monks.

“Chen Shuijun, you also know about the Dao Fruit opportunity. I don’t know whether my meeting with you today is a coincidence or the plan of the person who condensed this sword formation.

You...you want to bypass the Xie family, bypass Si Yuanyan, and take the Dao fruit for yourself?"

Tao fruit?

Chen Zhi listened quietly, and suddenly some ominous guesses came to his mind.

When Chen Shuijun heard what Xie Weishu said, he sighed.

"Tao fruit is precious, but for many people, there are things more precious than Tao fruit."

Chen Shuijun was wearing a fluttering white robe as he looked up at Xie Weishu who was behind the dragon chariot.

Xie Weishu is high above, like a god.

"Thank you, sir. Eighteen years ago, when I went to Chaoliu County to serve as the county magistrate, you, as the Minister of Personnel, handed me the seal and court robes.

Now, eighteen years have passed, and when I meet you again, I feel that you are very different from you were eighteen years ago.

Eighteen years ago, you were still young... Although you were from a noble family, you did not become one of those evil spirits in the noble family.

But now, eighteen years later, you think that everyone in the world is the same as the Xie family."

Chen Shuijun whispered slowly, he looked up at Xie Weishu and asked again: "Shangqing, are you willing to tell me how Xie Wujiu knew the secret?"

The divine image behind Xie Weishu became clearer and clearer. It was actually a five-clawed dragon, which was even more ferocious than a real dragon.

He stared at Chen Shuijun, then shook his head slowly: "Chen Shuijun, I don't know what you rely on to dare to question me from the clouds.

Eighteen years ago, you were just a ninth-rank official. Eighteen years later, you even lost your official position.

How about this... you tell me who set up this sword formation... whoever it is, they just want to seek that Dao Fruit!"

“How about this… no matter what the person hiding in the dark promised you, my Xie family will also promise you.

You wait for the fruit to mature, and pick it when it is at its most brilliant and glorious. Then my Xie family will surely grant you a great opportunity.

What do you think...? "

Xie Weishu’s voice rumbled, but he was bounded in an area of several hundred feet.

The dragon's eyes glowed coldly, and it fixed its gaze on Chen Shuijun. Ambergris dripped into the cold pond, causing it to gradually boil.

Chen Shuijun couldn't answer the question and there was a hint of boredom in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Zhian.

“There are countless people in this world who would do anything to gain cultivation and stand at a higher level.

Such people are not really human anymore. If you really want to uphold justice, you can’t be soft-hearted sometimes.”

Chen Zhian nodded deeply.

Chen Shuijun held the Huangquefeng around his waist, and a wave of emotion suddenly appeared in his calm eyes.

He still raised his head and said, "Xie Weishu... You came all the way from Longxi Prefecture just for the so-called Dao fruit, but Yinxi is my wife and the mother of my son."

"Since you don't want to answer my first question, forget it..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Weishu's brows knitted together, and the gods behind him began to show murderous intent.

The dragon roared at this, and the roar was like thunder. The sound waves on the rock head carried the dragon's breath, and instantly coated the unmelted stalactites on the rock wall with bronze rust.

It was like an explosion of thunder and fire, and the clouds were shaken by the dragon's roar, leaving ring-shaped cracks.

The terrifying power seemed to be real, shaking Chen Zhian's spirit and making his body feel as if it was pressed down by a huge mountain.

Just when Chen Zhian's heart was about to be overloaded and started beating suddenly.

Chen Shuijun's voice came leisurely.

"Noisy."

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying sword light burst out.

The sword light came from the yellow bird wind.

When the sword light mixed with wind and rain cut through the clouds.

Chen Zhian vaguely heard a few cicadas chirping, and then he saw the sword energy rising up with an extremely powerful spirit, shattering the surrounding vitality and turning into an extremely bright light, which then bloomed like a scorching sun.

The sword was so fast that Chen Zhian, who had been prepared, had no time to react.

Even though Xie Weishu has a majestic appearance, he is still the same.

So when the sword energy soared and cut into the seventh section of the dragon's spine, the entire waterfall seemed to be hanging upside down.

The dragon whimpered, its scales cracked, and blood light exploded in the sky, turning into a bloody storm.

"Chen Shuijun, you have become a four-season cicada!"

Xie Weishu’s divine appearance roared, and he was filled with shock and anger.

The divine image, as big as a mountain, hung high in the sky, and all kinds of magical powers came from the air.

The mysterious magical powers and true energy were fierce, there were fists piercing the clouds, gods beating drums, and even a palace in the sky was shining brightly, overwhelming the world!

Several kinds of mysterious treasures also rose up, each different, and at the same time, they shone with precious brilliance.

This powerful Tianque figure finally understood that the Chen Shuijun, who was at the first level of innateness, in front of him was actually the person who condensed this sword formation!

He slashed out with such murderous sword energy, wanting to kill him!
So when he made a move, he showed all his strength.
This terrifying voice and unimaginable power opened Chen Zhian's eyes.

He couldn't quite guess...how his father would deal with such a terrifying and powerful person.

"laugh!"

As his thoughts flashed, he heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, Chen Zhian, who was standing next to Chen Shuijun, felt a slight chill.

And behind the cold air, the thousand-foot-high clouds suddenly froze and then shattered.

The silver-white sword light rushed away, and the surrounding mountains, the strong wind and heavy snow in the sky, and the waterfall and cold pool under the clouds were almost bursting with sword light in an instant.

The sword lights were extremely bright. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air condensed into hail in mid-air, and the land for several miles around was frozen by unimaginable cold.

The equally unimaginable snow waves, mixed with the sword energy emanating from the white sword at Chen Shuijun's waist, pointed directly at Xie Weishu who was surging towards the sky.

The sword energy arrived in an instant.

Millions of snowflakes around me stopped at the same time.

Then each snowflake turned into sword energy, shining brightly, locking onto Xie Weishu's figure as well as the brilliant divine appearance behind him.

This sword energy is really too mysterious.

Chen Zhian was stunned, watching the sword energy passing by.

Then he clearly saw countless sword energies bursting out from all around, and countless sword lights silently passed through Xie Weishu's throat.

Blood bloomed and the chariot collapsed.

Xie Weishu, who had just been looking down at them, was completely chopped into pieces by Chen Shuijun's sword along with his divine appearance!
The terrifying sword energy was still flashing in the void, freezing the surrounding area.

Xie Weishu was already completely dead, even his soul was shattered, and he couldn't even scream before he died.

Chen Zhian stood there, swallowed, and looked at Chen Shuijun beside him.

The two long swords were unsheathed and sheathed again.

Kill the dragon with one sword!

Kill Tianque with one sword!

At this time, Chen Shuijun's expression did not change, he just looked listless.

Chen Zhian turned his head again and looked around.

Within a radius of several miles, several mountain peaks, several woodlands, several cold pools, and even the waterfalls under the clouds have been completely frozen.

There was a constant crackling sound coming from the waterfall.

It was not until more than ten breaths later, with a loud roar, that the ice crystals were broken and the water began to flow again.

The sword energy in the surroundings had not dissipated even now, and it was still flying wildly, chopping the snowflakes in the sky into even smaller pieces.

Chen Zhian's eyes sparkled as he looked at his father with admiration.

"So I am a second-generation strong man?" Chen Zhian said to himself.

Chen Shuijun asked weakly: "What is a strong second generation?"

"Let's not talk about that. Cut through the sky with one sword. Dad, have you achieved good fortune?"

Chen Shuijun sat down cross-legged, shook his head and said, "I am still at the first level of the innate realm, which is already my limit. When the fog dissipates, you carry me on your back for a while to avoid being discovered by others."

"Cut the sky with the first level of innateness?" Chen Zhian's mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on his face again. When he raised his hand, a leaf appeared in his hand.

The leaf grew in the wind and turned into a small boat.

Chen Zhian took out three heavenly pills and threw them to Chen Shuijun, then carried him on his back and stepped into the small boat.

"I also have treasures on me." Chen Zhian steered Ye Yuezhou and turned into a stream of light, flying into another sea of clouds.

The sound of their conversation also came with the storm.

"You just said that you wanted to trouble Xie Weishu with two things. One is about the Dao Fruit, but you didn't say the second thing. What is it?"

"The second thing doesn't need to be said."

"Why not?"

"Because the second thing is to take his life."

(End of this chapter)