Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 892 The Final Chapter of the Galaxy
"Although the Canglang River is raging, it can still be healed."

Mo Nan reached out and summoned a jade slip from the long river. He ran his fingers over it, and the seal script on it scattered like tadpoles across the sky.

"Does Master Chen know what 'constraining water to attack sand' means?"

He shouted loudly, his expression extremely solemn.

Almost the instant he finished speaking, nine turbid water dragons suddenly appeared around Ze Ding. With their surge, they turned the Canglang River that Chen Mu had summoned into a yellow soup. This was the method of trapping dragons derived by the Qing Dynasty's Imperial Censor from the story of the dynasty's water management.

Chen Mu frowned slightly, realizing that the other party seemed to be able to make their words come true.

Of course, it was not the supreme realm advocated by the Daoist school, but rather a means to promote Faxian by using Confucian classics.

"The combination of Taoism and Confucianism truly has its unique aspects..."

He pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, as if struck by a sudden inspiration.

Then, with a light swirl of the brush, seven ink-jade chess pieces leaped from the brush. Where the pieces landed, the polluted river spontaneously split into the warp and weft of a chessboard.

"Has Censor Mo ever read the 'Mingyuan Canon'?"

Before the words were finished, the severed water veins suddenly transformed into thousands of silver needles, piercing the eyes of the illusory Xie Zhi.

"Using water as ink and veins as the tip" is a phrase from the ancient book "Mingyuan Dian".

Mo Nan was startled and looked at Chen Mu as if in disbelief.

After what seemed like an eternity, he murmured with admiration, "If Master Chen were to join my Great Zhou Dynasty, he would surely become a great master in his own right!"

With his keen eye, it wasn't hard for him to see that Chen Mu's actions were imitating his previous ones. Although the Dao Fruit provided support and it was a clever trick, the fact that he could make Canglang resonate with Confucian classics was enough to demonstrate his talent on the path of Daoism and Confucianism...

Mo Nan's heart stirred. He said that, but his hands didn't relax at all.

The bronze xiezhi phantom roared to the sky, its single horn emitting a mysterious light.

"Your salary and emoluments are the blood and sweat of the people!"

The eight-character mantra suddenly transformed into a blood-red guillotine, slashing down from mid-air.

At the same time, tens of thousands of acres of scorched earth appeared in the void beneath Chen Mu's feet, and in the hands of the withered skeletons there was the jade token of the Chaosheng Pavilion disciples.

This power of words transformed all the karma he had ever been entangled in into the raging fire of karma he was now facing.

Even though Chen Mu had anticipated this, he couldn't help but marvel at such a technique.

The cauldron trembled violently, and the water patterns on its surface shone with a blue light.

Chen Mu drew his fingers across the handle of the cauldron, and gushing spring water poured down from the void, washing away the blood-red guillotine: "My salary comes from heaven and earth, without the people having to do a single thing for me!"

A strange light flashed in Mo Nan's eyes. With a flick of his sleeve, the jade slip suddenly unfolded into the scroll of the "Great Zhou Law".

"Those who hold positions without doing any work—behead them!"

The inscription on the jade tablet flew up and transformed into three hundred and sixty golden blades, forming a net that stretched across the sky and earth.

Chen Mu suddenly felt his dantian churning, and the scene of his past seclusion and enlightenment was forcibly dragged out and judged by some kind of law—this was the most terrifying "Questioning the Heart" of the Xie Zhi Wenxin Dao Fruit.

If anyone in the Qing court were faced with this situation, regardless of whether they had anything to hide, they would be flustered and might even act inappropriately.

But who is Chen Mu? He is not even a person from Fuyun, let alone a person from Qingdu. Why would he be afraid of such a dangerous situation?

He remained calm, and suddenly the cauldron began to rotate automatically, from which nine black dragons flew out.

With each golden blade he bit into, the ink deepened. By the time the last golden net was torn apart, the nine dragons had solidified into a physical form of the Azure Sea True Water.

"Censor Mo, watch closely!" Chen Mu pointed his fingers like a sword at the belly of the cauldron. "This is the true meaning of 'water has no fixed form'!"

Suddenly, a torrential rain began to fall from the starry sky, and every raindrop reflected the Dao patterns of the Ze Ding.

The four legs of the phantom Xie Zhi began to melt, and the black iron chains became rusty in the rain.

Mo Nan hurriedly made the Imperial Censor's seal, only to see the bronze unicorn kneeling in the void with a mournful cry. Its four legs were washed by the rain into the four seal characters "Shang Shan Ruo Shui" (meaning "The highest good is like water").

"What a wonderful example of water's virtue in nourishing all things!"

Mo Nan's expression subtly changed. He gritted his teeth and suddenly shattered his cloth robe, revealing a plain garment embroidered with the "Dharma Sutra" underneath.

The phantom of the Xie Zhi suddenly swelled, and the jade in its mouth simplified into six large, crimson-gold characters: "Punishment does not spare ministers."

In an instant, the entire Star River Chessboard began to tilt towards Chen Mu, as if the oppressive force of ten thousand people kneeling in worship was crushing down through the river of time.

Chen Mu's hair was completely wet, yet his brushstrokes became even more sharp.

Suddenly, the cauldron tilted upside down, and what surged out of it was no longer a river, but innate true water mixed with the energy of the innate Dao embryo.

"I, Chen, am not a subject of your dynasty..."

He rose up on the waves, and behind him appeared the phantom of the ancient god Yu the Great wielding a plow to control the floods. "How can this punishment be inflicted upon me?"

Where the innate true water flowed, the bronze Xie Zhi melted away like snow under the blazing sun.

Mo Nan's imperial seal shattered with a bang, but he still did not give up. At the last moment, he used his fingers as a pen and wrote the word "law" with his heart's blood.

Unfortunately, before the blood-written characters could be completed, they were swept away by the innate Dao patterns unleashed by the Ze Ding, carrying the galaxy into the distance...

As the Milky Way returned to calm, Chen Mu's brush touched Mo Nan's brow.

The broken horn of the Xie Zhi floated between the two, vaguely revealing the intensity of the battle. It seemed like a back-and-forth exchange, but in reality, it was extremely dangerous.

In the end, however, this struggle over the Dao fruit was ultimately a case of the gentlest water permeating the most righteous method...

"Ah……"

The sand from the Milky Way fell softly onto Mo Nan's shoulder. He shook his head and smiled, a hint of bitterness in his voice, "I admit defeat; my skills are inferior."

Mo Nan bowed respectfully, seemingly unconcerned about the sharp strokes of ink lingering between his brows, and his movements, smoothing out the wrinkles in his robes, still carried the dignified bearing unique to a royal censor.

Seeing this, Chen Mu smiled as well and waved his hand to disperse the stroke of the brush.

Then, the afterimage of the bronze xiezhi turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the fish pouch at the other party's waist, and the shattered imperial seal also reformed into a jade tablet in his palm.

"If Master Chen changes his mind, the copper box of the Imperial Censorate of Qingdu can be used to submit your name card at any time."

Mo Nan lightly tapped the air with his tablet, and a wild goose carrying a gilded name card flew out from his sleeve.

"Imperial Censor Mo's 'wild goose letter conveying imperial edict' is even more ingenious than the previous legal decree."

Chen Mu pointed to the visiting card and chuckled, "However, if you're inviting new friends to visit, I'd be happy to accept. But if you're advising me to change my allegiance..."

His journey on this cloud was solely for the purpose of becoming an immortal; he had no intention of becoming a minister of the celestial dynasty.

Mo Nan waved his sleeve and rose to leave, his hearty laughter echoing down: "Since he is a new friend, how could I possibly do something to spoil the mood? Master Chen, please accept it without worry..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already vanished from the starry sky.

Chen Mu smiled and waved to put away the invitation card. Then he turned around and looked at the remaining two battles in the arena.

The man in the crane cloak was increasingly outmatched, and even the incessant cries of the cranes could not change the fact that his star field was shrinking.

Judging from the situation, it seems that the outcome will be decided in less than 15 minutes.

Murong Xi might be even faster. Amidst the drifting clouds and mist, her senior sister's Cloud Water Sword was slashing a crack in the illusory sword box of the Broken Gold True Monarch. The Broken Gold True Monarch was already no match for Murong Xi, and had originally wanted to take advantage of the restrictions here and rely on his Dao Fruit to give it a try, but alas, he was no match for her either.

Given this one-on-one situation, his speed is not unexpected...

Since that's the case, Chen Mu wasn't in a hurry to help. Instead, he absorbed the remaining star field of Mo Nan while observing the movements on both sides.

Before long, a series of booming sounds erupted from the battleground, clearly indicating that the final stage had been reached.

Clouds and mist flew horizontally, and golden light flowed.

The roar of the Broken Gold True Lord shook the stars, and the illusory sword box in front of him burst open.

Seven ancient swords of different shapes are suspended in the Big Dipper formation, each with the inscription "Wu Xiang" in seal script on its blade. This is the Seven Star Sword Formation, a secret technique passed down in the Sword Tomb.

Unfortunately, Murong Xi's Cloud and Water Sword Intent had already transformed into continuous spring rain, and the sword energy, which was about to soak her clothes, was silently corroding the core of the sword formation.

"What a magnificent Cloud Nether Sword Technique!"

The Broken Gold True Monarch bit his tongue, spitting his blood essence onto the Greedy Wolf Sword in the Yao Guang position. Suddenly, the sword formation erupted with a blood-red, ferocious light, actually splitting the Milky Way into the Yin-Yang Sword Domain.

Murong Xi's jade hairpin broke repeatedly, but her long black hair formed cloud-shaped talismans in the mist: "Hurry!"

But then a delicate shout rang out, and the Cloud Water Sword suddenly scattered into a shower of morning dew.

Every drop of dew reflects Murong Xi's sword intent, weaving a net of heaven and earth within the blood-red sword domain.

The Broken Gold True Lord realized something was wrong, as he was shocked to find that his natal sword box was beginning to condense water droplets, and the Seven Star Sword Formation he relied on was gradually becoming ethereal as the dew evaporated.

"Click..."

The cracking sound of the sword case spreading was startled by the Broken Gold True Lord. He suddenly crushed the sword pen in his hand, and the Seven Star Sword Formation instantly turned into a stream of light and tried to escape, but it was completely caught by the long scroll of clouds and mist that flew out from Murong Xi's sleeve.

The Broken Gold True Lord staggered back three steps, staring at the illusory sword box that had collapsed into mist before him, speechless for a long time. Only then did he truly give up.

The star wall also collapsed; what can be done about it?
He sighed deeply, without saying a word, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Murong Xi before soaring away through the starry sky in a beam of light...

Murong Xi's tense nerves relaxed slightly. With a flick of her sleeves, she wiped away the mess. Her black hair, which had been severed by the sword energy, cascaded down like a waterfall and was then neatly tied into a bun by her fair hands.

She gracefully landed, her gaze sweeping over the direction Mo Nan had fled, and asked, "When the fight was in full swing just now, I saw that Mo Nan and you seemed to be involved?"

At that time, she was fighting with the Broken Gold True Lord, so she couldn't pay too much attention. She only knew that Mo Nan seemed to have given his junior brother an item when he left.

Chen Mu smiled calmly, the gilded name card swirling in his palm: "It's just a name card."

Murong Xi's eyes flickered slightly as she took the name card and glanced at it. Then, she resisted the urge to keep it and handed it back. Her fingertips curled slightly as she did so, and her jade-like nails left crescent-shaped creases on the corners of the card.

"The people of Qingdu are most adept at bewitching people; those pedantic scholars are skilled at using their pens as weapons. Junior brother, do not be misled by their empty words..."

Although she didn't know exactly what Mo Nan and her junior brother had talked about, since they had both left their name cards, how could she not guess what Mo Nan was thinking?
"We finally have such an outstanding junior brother; we can't let someone else snatch him away..."

Murong Xi, who always wore a smile in front of her family, was unusually solemn at this moment...

Chen Mu smiled inwardly and nodded in agreement.

Murong Xi was relieved, but before she could turn around to collect the star field of the Broken Gold True Monarch, she saw starlight suddenly shining in the distance, turning the dark starry sky as bright as day...

The two men were simultaneously jolted awake. Gazing intently, they saw the Taoist robe of the Stargazer fluttering in the wind, the star chart in his hand transformed into the shape of a celestial globe, and the phantom images of the Twenty-Eight Mansions were forcing the phantom image of the man in the crane cloak into a dead end of the starry sky.

"Fellow Daoist's Nine Heavens Crane is ultimately lacking three inches of fierce wind."

As Guan Xingzi spoke in a loud voice, the strokes of his brush swept across the Milky Way, and the six stars of the Southern Dipper immediately fell down like chains.

The man in the crane cloak was still making a final struggle when he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The phantom of the crane was faintly transforming in the face of despair.

However, Guan Xingzi was prepared. With a wave of his sleeve, countless star trails flew out, connecting all the surrounding star fields, and the star wall in front of him suddenly became bright.

In an instant, the illusory crane image, which had just shown signs of transformation, vanished, and the star chart just happened to cast a beam of starlight, extinguishing the last wisp of the crane's aura.

"Snapped!"

Like a bubble bursting, the man in the crane cloak staggered and crashed into the star wall in front of him, and the cloud curtain around him suddenly became bright and dark.

He gazed at the star map scattered like shattered silver, a mixture of regret and turmoil churning in his chest.

If he hadn't underestimated his enemy and acted rashly, losing three-tenths of Chen Mu's star field, he might not have been defeated...

Unfortunately, there's no going back in this world; all that busy work can only leave you with a wake-up call.

"This child is extraordinary. If his path diverges from ours in the future, we must prepare accordingly..."

After giving Chen Mu a deep look, he had already decided in his heart how he would tell his master when he returned...

Outside, when the man in the crane cloak fell onto the cloud platform amidst a shower of stardust, the gasps of nearly ten thousand cultivators shook the sea of ​​clouds.

"Why has True Monarch Yuque appeared?!"

A female cultivator in red, leaning against the spirit boat, threw out a wine jug. The amber light that poured out reflected the regretful figures of hundreds of cultivators who had left early.

They suffered huge losses, while the old Taoist priest with the white beard, who was in charge of the market, laughed heartily and made a fortune.

As the man in the crane cloak rose from the cloud platform, he overheard the old Taoist priest smugly saying, "I told you long ago that the people from the capital would lose, but you all just wouldn't believe me..."

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and the old Taoist priest immediately responded, his body trembling as he fell off the spirit boat, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

This subtle action went unnoticed by others, but it did not escape the notice of the Dao Lord in the Taixu Pavilion.

The man in the crane cloak knew this, so after bowing to Taixu Pavilion from afar, he didn't wait any longer and suddenly flew away in a flash.

Everyone clicked their tongues in astonishment, but they understood that he looked down on ordinary Dao traces. Since he couldn't obtain the Great Dragon, he decisively left...

Meanwhile, deep within the Cloud Abyss, Murong Xi took half a step forward, smiling and cupping her hands, saying, "Brother Dao, the star chart in your palm contains the fortune of the Three Realms. The title of the number one immortal talent in the Three Capitals is truly well-deserved."

"If it weren't for Master Chen taking three-tenths of the star field as a prelude..."

Guan Xingzi smiled slightly, then looked at Chen Mu: "I wouldn't win so easily either."

Seeing that Guan Xingzi was quite amiable at this moment, Murong Xi had a sudden thought and said solemnly:
"Now that Yu Que has left, only the three capitals' own people remain here. Why don't we each occupy our own star fields and wait for Dao Hen to choose its master, thus avoiding harming the harmony of the three capitals?"

Guan Xingzi smiled without speaking, quietly surveying the surrounding star field before saying with feigned regret, "I appreciate the kindness of Sword Master Yunming, but in my life... I absolutely abhor sharing."

Chen Mu raised an eyebrow, not at all surprised.

After all, at this point, no one wants any more uncertainty to remain on the field.

Unless Guan Xingzi knows he is no match, he might agree to this proposal.

But did he realize he was no match for them? That seems unlikely.

With most of the star field in his hands, and his Dao Fruit refined to a profound level, he would still be confident and composed even when facing his fellow disciples...

Seeing that Guan Xingzi declined, Murong Xi was not disappointed. She simply nodded to Chen Mu, and then the star wall in front of her began to flicker faintly.

As if a long time had passed, a deafening thunder suddenly resounded from the depths of the Cloud Abyss. It was the collision of three Daoist principles that shattered the star miasma that had been dormant for thousands of years.

Everyone's spirits lifted, and they eagerly awaited the final result of the dragon-fishing feast...

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(End of this chapter)