Misty Rain of the Old Times

Previously, Ji Jue ambushed the man in black robes, but was sent flying by the man's palm. By sheer coincidence, he flew towards Chen Xuan and the others, and was about to crash into Chen Xuan when Chen Xuan reached out and grabbed him by the back of the neck.

Ji Jue truly didn't expect there to be anyone here. Suddenly being grabbed by the neck, how could she not resist? As a result, Chen Xuan gently squeezed her and she was completely unable to move, as if her body had fallen apart. As a top-tier expert in the innate realm, she couldn't even muster a trace of true energy. She instantly realized that the person holding her was definitely an incredibly strong being, and immediately dared not jump around anymore, being held in Chen Xuan's hand like a salted fish.

Who is this person? When did he arrive? Even the man in black robes didn't notice him. What is his cultivation level? Ji Jue's mind was filled with questions.

This little thing was a little over five feet tall and quite delicate-looking, but it was also very tough. It was hit twice by the man in black robes and only suffered some serious injuries, but it wouldn't die.

Holding her up, Chen Xuan waved his hand to knock away the blood droplets that shot towards her, intending to take her life. Chen Xuan asked her curiously if she had cultivated the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Technique, and she honestly replied that she had not, and had never even heard of such a technique.

Then Chen Xuan asked her curiously why she looked like a little girl who never grew up. She honestly replied that she was framed when she was a child and her body was frozen at the age of twelve or thirteen. She added that the person who framed her had long been chopped into mincemeat by her.

Upon hearing this answer, Chen Xuan thought to himself that this thing was quite fierce. He wanted to ask her age, but then decided against it. As a master of innate cultivation, her lifespan was over sixty years. Unless it was to show off her personality, she could maintain her youthful appearance for several decades or even hundreds of years, so it didn't matter much.

Before they could finish speaking, they were spotted by the black-robed man on the dragon's head. Chen Xuan casually tossed him aside and picked up his chipped broadsword. He didn't know if Ji Jue was too badly injured or if he really didn't dare to do anything that would cause Chen Xuan to misunderstand, or if he was pinning his hopes for survival on Chen Xuan. So he sat obediently to the side like a duck.

It's hard to believe, but the fearsome assassin Ji Jue actually has such a docile side.

The ravaged island was shrouded in the chilling aura spewed by the black dragon, and Xuan Yang and his companions, trapped within it, struggled to survive thanks to the earthy yellow light of their predecessors' sealing techniques.

Chen Xuan, who had picked up the chipped broadsword, had somehow reverted to his previous Wang Wu form. He said a few words to the old man, then turned around and shouted "Sweep through a thousand armies!" But instead, he raised his hand and cleaved Mount Hua in two.

With this strike, a gleaming blade swept out, seemingly possessing the power to tear apart the heavens and earth. Its aura of annihilation caused people to tremble and feel a surge of despair.

This strike not only tore through the dark red, chilling aura that enveloped the ruined island, allowing Xuan Yang and his companions to escape danger, but also charged forward relentlessly towards the black-robed figure on the dragon's head.

It wasn't that Chen Xuan was deliberately showing off his skills. Normally, his strike should have been simple and unremarkable. This was just a convenient way of helping Xuan Yang and the others. Back in Tai Xuan Sect, he received a high-level reception and the relationship was quite pleasant.

Since he appeared as Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman, he naturally used a sword. He had just mastered the Nine Absolute Swords technique but had hardly used it. His sword strike was truly amazing and profound, tearing a gaping hole hundreds of feet wide in the dark red beverage aura that enveloped the island. The intangible, chilling aura was unable to 'heal' it.

This is the power of a grandmaster. With the support of their mental will, their attacks leave a lingering aura within a certain range for a long time. Without external interference, this area can maintain a force field for an extended period. Anyone below this level can only wait for it to dissipate naturally.

Looking in that direction, the man in black robes felt his heart pound and his back go cold as he faced the slash that came flying through the air. In particular, the sword intent that cut through everything made him feel a sense of despair.

As a master who had been in power for many years, the man in black robes was naturally not so weak. He was already locked on by the will of the sword light, and he knew that he could not avoid it. He also knew that the person who made the move must be a dangerous enemy of the same level. Without hesitation, he pushed out a palm, and a dark golden palm print ten feet in size, as solid as a physical object, was pushed out, causing the void to explode, twist and ripple.

However, his powerful palm strike, capable of shattering mountains and breaking peaks, was torn apart in an instant by Chen Xuan's blade. The blade's power diminished slightly before continuing its attack. Such a terrifying and despair-inducing strike left him no time to retaliate. He could only control the black dragon beneath his feet to swing its tail and strike.

With a deafening roar, the shockwave radiated outwards for hundreds of feet. Chen Xuan's sword strike was finally blocked and shattered by the black dragon's tail, but it left a wound several feet long on the dragon's body, revealing the black and gold dragon bones inside. However, although the black dragon seemed to be alive, it was ultimately a corpse puppet and had no sense of pain, so it naturally did not let out a scream.

Upon noticing the wound on the dragon's body, the man in black robes felt a chill run down his spine. Knowing how sturdy the dragon's body was, he knew that even if he used his full strength, he could probably only cause such an injury. And that slash was delivered after the power of his palm strike had weakened!
Where did this terrifying figure come from? Luo Yan unleashed a powerful attack like a grandmaster, but it was nothing more than a tickle or a minor scrape on the dragon's body.

Feeling heavy-hearted and wary, the man in black robes dared not act rashly and said in a deep voice, "Who are you, and why are you meddling in other people's business?"

After the first strike, Chen Xuan did not continue. He shouldered the chipped broadsword and thought to himself that this guy's cultivation was quite good, not inferior to Wei Wuyai, who died at his hands last year. If it were him back then, he would probably have had some trouble, but only a little. However, his cultivation was increasing day by day, and he was not standing still.

He glanced speechlessly at the withered black dragon. This thing was quite sturdy. Chen Xuan's strike was originally intended to cut the man in black robes. He would most likely have been injured even if he didn't kill him in one strike, but he never expected that the dragon's body would block it. It was truly remarkable that it could block a strike that was almost as powerful as his normal attack. Its strength was in the upper-middle range even among the Grandmaster level. Especially since that thing had just been unearthed and hadn't had time to absorb more life essence. If he gave it some time to grow, he would probably have to put in some effort to even hurt it.

After observing for a while, Chen Xuan also discovered some clues. It was almost certain that the Black Diagram Society was backed by Buddhism. The black-robed man's attacks had the shadow of Buddhist techniques. Others could not see it because they were not at a high enough level, but in front of Chen Xuan, a grandmaster, there was nothing he could hide.

Then there was the black dragon. When it burst out of the ground, Chen Xuan keenly noticed that there were golden Buddhist talismans flashing on its head, which quickly disappeared. This should be the key to controlling the black dragon. Undoubtedly, the dragon's corpse had been refined into a puppet weapon, and it was even the kind that could grow.

Knowing all this doesn't really mean much; it only proves that his idea of ​​stealing the Black Dragon failed. He doesn't understand the 'corpse refining' technique and can't control it. He can only destroy it instead of stealing it, which is a bit of a pity. Although it's a bit disrespectful, he really wanted to get his hands on it and use it to accompany the old man in his burial.

With a flicker of thought, Chen Xuan gave him a look that said, "Are you deaf or did I not express myself clearly? I said 'Big Knife Wang Wu is here,' didn't you hear me? Do I have to repeat it? And then you attacked me, clearly trying to kill me, and you ask me why I'm meddling? Do you think I'm being lenient if I don't kill you?"

Upon hearing this, the man in black robes thought, "When did I ever betray you?" However, noticing the dark red aura still lingering over the ravaged island, which hadn't healed, he realized that the black-robed man had indeed attacked him. Unable to refute, he pondered, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, "So what do you intend to do? Do you perhaps wish to become my enemy?" From his words, it was clear that this guy was somewhat intimidated. He had previously been thinking of stalling for time to lure out a grandmaster or two to feed the black dragon, but now, facing Chen Xuan, he didn't mention it at all, indicating that he was somewhat frightened by that attack.

The earthy yellow light protecting Xuan Yang and the others on the island had become extremely dim. They were in the gap that Chen Xuan had cut open, and the dark red, cold aura around them surged like a tide. They felt as if they were repeatedly jumping between the gates of hell. They subconsciously looked in Chen Xuan's direction and were secretly delighted. Who was this god? With him appearing, could they survive this time?
"Brother Wang, no, Senior Wang, is that you? You've been hiding it well, how can you be so powerful?" Zhang San, who had failed to escape and survived, stared at Chen Xuan in disbelief.

When an acquaintance greeted him, Chen Xuan straightened his back, grinned, and waved, saying, "It's me, isn't it? I just said that my Battle Saint Body gets stronger when facing stronger opponents. In that life-or-death moment, that guy activated my physique, and now I'm incredibly strong. We're all still alive, so don't worry, I'm here."

The survivors hesitated, wondering whether they should believe what the elder brother was saying.

Xuan Yang and Xuan Qing exchanged a glance and roughly guessed Chen Xuan's identity. After all, they had interacted with him before, and his tone and personality were somewhat familiar. However, they decided not to expose him. This guy was also a playful person. He had been Yang Guo for many years, Huang Xiaochao last year, and now Wang Wu. He always left a deep impression on people, and the things he did were all quite serious.

However, at that moment, a female disciple of the Flying Feather Sect looked at Chen Xuan with grief and said, "Hero Wang, with your strength, why didn't you act sooner? You just watched so many people die, tens of thousands of lives! You could have stopped it all..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Aoxue, the leader of the Flying Feather Sect, changed her expression drastically, and the others couldn't help but frown. However, the female disciple spoke quickly and urgently, and it was too late to stop her.

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Xuan flicked his finger from a distance, shattering the female disciple's skull and killing her instantly. He then curled his lip and said, "Everyone saw it. That woman had gone mad with demonic possession, definitely influenced by the cold aura. She was beyond saving, so I reluctantly eliminated this menace ahead of time."

Chen Xuan found it amusing. What a joke! Trying to morally blackmail me? Don't you know my moral bottom line is very flexible?

"Good riddance!" Many people cheered in their hearts, especially those chivalrous heroes. Many of them had suffered from being morally blackmailed. The feeling of being put on the spot and unable to back down was not pleasant. Now they had learned their lesson and would do the same in similar situations in the future, saving them a lot of trouble.

"You brat, you're now on the opposite side. He's a Grandmaster-level expert, and he has a black dragon under his feet. Are you sure you can handle this? If not, it's more important to protect yourself and run away. It's not shameful," the old man said worriedly.

Blinking, Chen Xuan said, "Don't you know my situation? If that guy had stayed hidden in the shadows, I wouldn't have been so confident. But now that he's jumped out and tested my strength, I'm pretty sure of him."

Oh right, this kid is already a Grandmaster at such a young age. Although they are at the same level, the difference is like heaven and earth. It's like the imperial examination. Can a Jinshi (进士) compare to a Zhuangyuan (状元)?

Even knowing this, the old man was still uneasy, considering the other party had been a Grandmaster for many years and had a Black Dragon helper of the same level. He took out a golden needle that looked like a nail and handed it to Chen Xuan, saying, "Take this. You should know how to use it without me having to tell you. It can unleash the full power that Mr. Rong failed to achieve."

"You still have such good stuff, old man? No wonder you dare to wander around like this." Chen Xuan didn't take it, but asked curiously, "If you give it to me, what will you do with it?"

"It's alright, I have another bundle of similar ones in my pocket," the old man said nonchalantly, handing over the gold needles again.

Chen Xuan: “…”

How many good things do you actually have? Even Luo Yan, the leader of the Chongyan Cult, would treat a similar item as a prized possession, but you treat it like a wholesale item.

Ji Jue, sitting obediently on the duck beside him, lowered his head, wanting to cover his ears but not daring to, afraid that the movement would cause a misunderstanding. Although the father-in-law and son-in-law only said a few vague words, it still made the clever Ji Jue's heart jump. He wondered if he had heard something he shouldn't have? He finally saw a glimmer of hope for survival. Was he going to be silenced?

The bewildered man in black was completely ignored. He couldn't help but say in a deep voice, "No matter who you are, I'll ask you one more time: do you really intend to be my enemy? Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

As he spoke, he subtly tapped the black dragon beneath his feet with his toes. The black dragon opened its mouth and inhaled, swallowing the dark red, chilling aura that permeated the surrounding area like a vast ocean. That aura was part of the black dragon's strength. After being inhaled, the wounds on the dragon's body that Chen Xuan had slashed were visibly healing.

Chen Xuan, who had chatted briefly, turned around and was curious. That thing was just a lifeless corpse puppet, yet it could heal itself. What a rare find! It was a pity that it was created and controlled by a secret technique, and he had no chance to snatch it away.

Hearing the other party's words, it seemed they hadn't given up and still intended to kill the rest and feed them to the black dragon. He said speechlessly, "You want to kill me anyway, so you're the one making an enemy of me, okay? Stop talking nonsense. If you want to kill me, I'll do it. Prepare to die. Or how about we make a deal? You can just commit suicide, which will save me the trouble and make things easier for everyone."

"You're the one who's been talking nonsense, chattering here and there," the man in the black robe said, his anger flaring. "It seems there's no way this can end peacefully. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Since you won't do it yourself, then I'll have to take your dog's life myself," Chen Xuan interrupted, brandishing his knife. There was no more excitement to watch, and he'd had enough fun. It was better to end this sooner rather than later. Their honeymoon had just begun, and there was no need to waste time here. Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to travel and have fun with his wife?

The man in black robes, startled by the interruption, suddenly had a strange thought: would buying a dog now prevent him from fighting this person?
...(End of chapter)