Traveling through time, all of them are the protagonist's public enemies

Chapter 262 At the Sword Washing Pavilion
"Four calamities befall him!"

Wang Zai, Cui Zhe, Bai Qigu, and other guests and martial arts figures from all over the capital were shocked, bewildered, and captivated by Meng Qi's tribulation and the strange phenomena. They also showed great curiosity and doubt about Meng Qi's strength and inner world.

The vast capital city was in an uproar!
"He's facing four tribulations again!"

The leaders of the Political Affairs Hall stopped their discussion and focused on the strange phenomenon in the capital. Some frowned, some praised, and some pondered, expressing surprise and curiosity about Meng Qi's calamity and the strange phenomenon.

Before this generation, no one since the Human Emperor had ever heard of anyone encountering four calamities while ascending to the heavens in one step.

Even the most renowned and powerful overlord of the Middle Ages only endured three tribulations back then!

The origin of that demonic Buddha is mysterious and unpredictable. Since its appearance in the world, it has been a terrifyingly powerful Dharma Body expert who overwhelms the world.

No one knows what he was like when he attained enlightenment and experienced external vision, or whether he was subjected to four tribulations.

As for the Human Emperor and the years before him, apart from families like the Wang clan of Jiangdong with their profound heritage and long history, probably no one else knows for sure.

Did such special circumstances exist at that time?
But in this generation, two people have suddenly appeared who have been afflicted by four tribulations, which is hard to imagine!

"Enough, there's no point in suppressing it anymore!"

At the foot of the Four Beauties Mountain in Huanzhou, Qinglian Gongzi Liusu was touched by something, burst into laughter, and broke through his own limitations.

A blue light emanated from between his brows, and lotus flowers seemed to bloom around him.

Enter the exterior halfway.

Liu Su recited a poem aloud, expressing her feelings: "Laughing loudly, I go out the door; how can I, a man of such talent, be a mere commoner!"

After Meng Qi cleaved through the chaos, although his clothes were tattered and he was covered in hidden wounds, his aura was profound and fearsome to everyone.

He laughed and turned around, heading towards the back hall door to change his clothes. His Dharma form was called "The Immortal Primordial Form".

At this point, Meng Qi, the future Emperor Yuan, enters the exterior scene!
Gu Xiaosang raised her head, her fair face gazing directly at the chaotic land. She suddenly sighed softly and said:

"To think that such a calamity could be created is truly beyond my expectations; I'm afraid it will be difficult to handle..."

"Alas, his senior brother is even more perverted. He wields a sword that chills fourteen provinces, heading straight for the Sword Washing Pavilion, just to see 'her' once."

Gu Xiaosang suddenly felt a little irritated.

Jiang Zhiwei, what makes her so special?
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Yang Chen wielded the Emperor's Sword, traversing fourteen provinces. Before long, he saw a peak in front of him rise from the ground like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the clouds.

"This is where the Mountain Gate of the Sword Washing Pavilion is located."

"The place where she lived for more than ten years..."

Yang Chen gazed at the Sword Washing Pavilion before him, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

In an instant, Jiang Zhiwei's image flashed through my mind:

That bright young girl with delicate eyebrows and starry eyes, her black hair loosely tied up and flowing down, dressed in a pale yellow dress;
She called him "little monk" with a smile, and they cooperated perfectly.

She fought side by side with him countless times, traveling thousands of miles to Jiangdong; she faced powerful enemies without retreating, preferring to die a glorious death rather than live a shameful life; and she was known as the "Chicken-Slaying Sword Goddess"...

All the past events came rushing back like a tide.

Yang Chen's gaze was firm as he lowered his sword.

He took a step and walked towards the gate of Xijian Pavilion.

Yang Chen arrived from the capital on his sword, his sword chilling fourteen provinces with a single stroke. What a grand spectacle and formation he made!
Gazing at the golden sword light that stretched across the sky like a golden road, everyone in the Sword Washing Pavilion felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing him approaching, the disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion said nervously:
"Senior, what brings you to my Sword Washing Pavilion?"

"My name is Yang Beichen, and I have come here to see Jiang Zhiwei."

Yang Chen cupped his hands in response.

"Jiang, Senior Sister Jiang?"

The disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion were dumbfounded!
Such a grand procession, just to see Senior Sister Jiang?
Inside the Sword Washing Pavilion, in a room.

Jiang Zhiwei sat upright on the wooden stool and looked around.

This room is different from ordinary boudoirs; it contains only one mirror.

There was no dressing table, only a few clothes chests, but the windows were bright and the room was clean and tidy. The room was simple and refreshing, and sword manuals were displayed everywhere.

This is where she has lived for more than ten years.

Jiang Zhiwei closed her eyes, as if bidding farewell to the past. Holding her long sword, she was about to get up when she suddenly heard her junior sister's voice transmission:

"Senior Sister Jiang, Yang Beichen has come to visit. Do you wish to see him?" He actually came to the Sword Washing Pavilion to see me.

Jiang Zhiwei was in seclusion and unaware of what was happening outside.

Thinking of the main quest that Liu Dao had previously issued, which required killing Yang Chen within one year, he was taken aback.

A year has passed, and more than eight months have gone by... Jiang Zhiwei's hand holding the sword slipped slightly.

She gently bit her lower lip, momentarily speechless.

"Senior Sister Jiang?"

When the junior sister received no response, she called out again.

"You must choose your own path..."

Her master Su Wuming's words echoed in Jiang Zhiwei's mind. She took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and finally said:

"Have him wait for me at the Halfway Pavilion."

Inside a stone chamber, a man in blue sat upright with his eyes closed, a long sword across his knees, his entire being ethereal, as if he were outside the mortal world.

Jiang Zhiwei's trip was not obstructed.

Sensing being watched, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked down at the foot of the mountain, and smiled slightly.

At the foot of the mountain, Yang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Sword Washing Pavilion. His gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of obstacles, meeting the eyes of a certain figure.

"As expected, they chose the most difficult path..."

"To ascend to immortality in one step and achieve a perfect breakthrough—how easy is that?"

……

"Senior Sister Jiang invites the Sword Immortal to meet at the Halfway Pavilion!"

Led by a disciple of the Sword Washing Pavilion, Yang Chen walked to the pavilion halfway up the mountain. With his hands behind his back, he gazed at the clouds and mist in the mountains and waited.

A moment later, a pale yellow figure appeared around the corner of the mountain road.

It was the height of summer, with wildflowers in full bloom and lush trees. Jiang Zhiwei walked gracefully by, like a fairy among flowers.

She discarded her blue dress and put on a pale yellow skirt. Her eyebrows were delicate and her eyes were large. Her black hair was still loosely tied up and flowed smoothly over her shoulders.

She was radiant and beautiful, just like when Yang Chen first saw her.

"How did you come?"

Jiang Zhiwei smiled slightly as she entered the pavilion and sat down on a stone bench.

Yang Chen sat down opposite him and smiled:
"Why can't I come?"

"Of course you can come."

Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "Back then, you said you would go to the Sword Washing Pavilion and give me the first volume of the Yi Jin Jing."

I've been waiting for you here with my sword for many days, but you haven't come. This time, I was in seclusion, but you've come.

"I didn't see you during this mission to the capital, and I kept thinking I should see you and talk to you, so I came."

After saying this, Yang Chen felt a sense of relief.

Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "You've seen that little sword immortal now, haven't you? What do you want to say to me?"

Before Yang Chen could answer, she looked at him with a gentle smile and said in a clear, melodious voice:
“My master holds a special position in the sect, and I am also highly regarded and respected. My fellow disciples and senior sisters all treat me with great respect, and no one dares to joke with me.”

"And you, on our first meeting, dared to give me a nickname, calling me 'Chicken-Slaying Sword God,' which is both infuriating and laughable."

"At that time, your martial arts skills were mediocre, but you were born with superhuman strength and were incredibly bold. When you met someone on a narrow path, you would not retreat an inch."

Yang Chen listened attentively as Jiang Zhiwei reminisced about the past.

"You are usually taciturn, like a sword hidden in its sheath. When you do draw your sword, it will surely draw blood. At crucial moments, you always step forward and cut through obstacles with a single stroke, which amazes people."

Back then, you were younger than me, with delicate and beautiful features, and I regarded you as my little brother.

But as the years went by, you grew taller than me and became more and more mature.

You remain as taciturn as ever, yet your actions are steady and reliable, making me seem like the little sister.

(End of this chapter)