Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 414 A Chance Encounter Amidst Golden Wind and Jade Dew

Ding An believed that he and his older sister must have a special connection.

It is said that a single encounter between the golden wind and jade dew surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world.

Ding'an had secretly coveted gold-inlaid jade while in the desert, only to be mocked by the cripple for "a small horse pulling a large cart." Enraged and humiliated, he understood the situation.

He felt only brotherly affection for his junior sister, Xiang Ling.

Big sister, that's true love!

After experiencing multiple worlds, Ding An sealed his heart and locked away his love, making great progress with courage and diligence. However, the fiery energy he cultivated was constantly burning, and the young virgin was almost becoming an old bachelor. The more he suppressed it, the more fiercely it would erupt.

Especially when she saw this older sister, with her eyes that were slightly weathered yet still bright, Ding'an's heart was already captivated.

"Right now, all I want to do is dive headfirst into her alluring gaze and swim freely in it!"

He stared at her intently, without blinking.

And what about that woman?

Although she was annoyed by the lecherous man's burning gaze, she felt a strange sense of familiarity that stirred up a feeling of pity in her heart, making her want to protect and cherish him.
Just as the two stared at each other, frozen in place, like two stone statues.

Suddenly, a voice called out, "Mother, what's wrong?"

A young man carrying a knife walked quickly over and helped the woman up by the arm.

Upon seeing the young man, Ding An exclaimed "Eh!" and realized that the man bore a striking resemblance to himself, leaving him filled with doubt and surprise: "Who is this young man?"

Suddenly, a small hand climbed up to his ear.

One pull!
"Ouch!"

To the astonishment of the boy and woman, Ding'an was dragged away by a round-faced girl, who grabbed his ear and pulled him away like a piglet.

"Mom, this person looks just like me."

The woman turned to look at the boy and immediately burst into laughter: "Yes, Tian'er. It's because you look so much like him that I've taken a second look."

As the two were talking, the tall, sinister-looking young man remained silent, only glancing sideways in the direction of Hongxiu and the others.

The group went to a corner and ordered some tea and snacks.

The boy added, "Mother, you haven't returned to the Central Plains for many years. Take this opportunity to relax in the desert."

The woman smiled slightly: "You all go about your business. I have Gui Chaluo by my side, so it won't be a problem." She turned to look at the young man, "Juexin, Tian'er is still young, so we'll have to rely on you a lot on this trip."

Juexin respectfully said, "Aunt Yan, Brother Tian is clever and quick-witted, and his swordsmanship is superb. With the two of us brothers working together, there will definitely be no problem with our trip to the Blue Moon Sect."

Yan Ying nodded, leaning lazily against the window, her charming phoenix eyes sparkling with laughter. Then, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the figure in black robes, a strange feeling welling up inside her: "Who is he? Why does he give me this strange feeling?"

Jue Tian looked at Jue Xin: "Brother, Father wants us to form an alliance with the Blue Moon Sect. But what's so special about the Blue Moon Sect that makes him value it so much?"

Juexin said in a deep voice, "If the World Society is the overlord of the entire Central Plains, then the Blue Moon Sect is the overlord of the Western Regions, lying dormant and waiting to expand eastward!"

"Oh? They're that powerful?"

"Of course! But there's an old Chinese saying, 'Befriend distant states and attack nearby ones.'" Determined smiled slightly. "Our Wushen Jue Palace and Lanyue Sect are extremely far apart, and both have the World Alliance as their target. It's perfect to win them over and sandwich them from both the east and the west!"

Jue Tian laughed and said, "I understand. Father is thinking long-term. When the world collapses, that will be the time for our Wushen Jue Palace to sweep across the Central Plains."

“That’s right!” Juexin nodded. “Moreover, as far as I know, although the Blue Moon Saint Lord is the undisputed number one power in the Western Regions, his methods of managing his subordinates are crude. The Blue Moon Sect may seem to be thriving, but in reality, there are many factions within the sect.”

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly. "In the long run, there's nothing to fear."

Jue Tian asked, "Who could be the greatest opponent?"

Juexin took a sip of tea and said, "Now it seems that the Three Fiends are quite possible!"

Jue Tian's eyes lit up, and he clicked his tongue: "The Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier?"

"That's right, it's them!" he said resolutely. "Looking around the world, there are almost no others who can match their unparalleled martial arts skills and be so unconcerned with manners."

Jue Tian frowned and said, "You're worried they'll clash with us."

"No, it's not worry," Jue Xin said coldly. "I have a premonition that the Godless Palace and the Three Fiends will definitely clash!"

"Then let's go!" Jue Tian said with a sneer. "I also want to see if they live up to their reputation!"

You?!
Juexin glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

Just then, the door opened, and more people arrived.

Two people stood at the door: one with an arrogant demeanor and handsome features, and the other with a youthful appearance and bright eyes.

The group glanced at them, then lingered on the large box behind the boy for a long time before turning their attention back to drinking tea and chatting.

The young man and the boy found a seat and ordered a pot of tea.

"Brother, we came all the way from Ironheart Island to the Central Plains, following the trail of the Blood Donkey Cart, but we still lost it." The boy, clutching a large box, blinked his big eyes. "How embarrassing!"

The young man laughed and said, "Huai Kong, the Blood Donkey Cart is famous for its speed. It's normal that we from Iron Heart Island, who are not good at light footwork, can't catch up!"

"That's true."

The boy was gentle and kind, and he quickly calmed down and started drinking tea.

The young man sighed, "Alas, if Qin Shuang hadn't come to the island, I would never have imagined that someone would be even more skilled in mechanical arts than our Iron Heart Island."

"Yes, Bai Ling and I studied the design of that prosthetic arm for three days and three nights, but we still couldn't fully understand it. Even our master was greatly shocked."

"Ha, how many heroes there are in the world!"

"But elder brother, why did Master imprison Qin Shuang?"

"Qin Shuang has defected to the World Society, and our Iron Heart Island cannot withstand the World Society's wrath."

Huai Kong frowned and asked, "Then why does Master want us to go find the Sword Emperor?"

Huai Mie glanced at him and said calmly, "For Li Ding'an's 'Hidden Dragon' prosthetic arm." His expression was complicated. "It is said that this mechanical prosthetic arm has the ability to control 'qi' and can cure Master's serious illness."

Huai Kong asked, "Can it be cured with just a prosthetic arm?"

Huai Mie waved his hand and said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense! Since Master has asked, then do it!"

“Okay~” Huai Kong shivered when he saw the intense murderous intent in his eyes. He quickly lowered his eyelids and stammered.

Huai Mie said solemnly, "Huai Kong, you are too kind-hearted, which is why your master gave you 'Heavenly Sin'. I hope you will use it well and not let 'Heavenly Sin' fall into my hands one day!" Huai Kong nodded seriously upon hearing this.

At this moment, the moonlight is bright and clear, the long street of the town is deserted and silent, the white dew is like frost, and the clear moonlight shines on the ground.

The teahouse was bustling with activity, people coming and going.

Ding'an ate and drank heartily, chugging down tea.

Hongxiu, meanwhile, lowered her head and took a sip of tea, her smile as mischievous as a little weasel stealing a chicken. Her ears, without her noticing, seemed to have grown larger, fluttering quietly.
Dragon King Temple.

Every town has a Dragon King Temple, some large, some small, some thriving with worshippers, and some dilapidated.

This Dragon King Temple is a dilapidated little temple in the wilderness on the outskirts of the county.

The incense has died out, leaving only ruins. The setting sun casts a dim, yellowish shadow on the vermilion walls, causing even the last remnants of vermilion to fade away.

In the somber twilight, the desolation was utterly profound.

"W-where is this?"

Jian Chen slowly opened his eyes, looking at a blurry scene, his head throbbing with pain.

At that moment, two voices rang out one after the other.

"Heh, you woke up pretty quickly," a bald, burly man laughed.

"After all, he's an unnamed disciple, so his foundation isn't bad," another fat man, carrying a Japanese sword, said coldly.

Jian Chen frowned, about to get up, when he suddenly felt completely paralyzed and had no strength left.

"Ha, stop struggling." The bald man laughed. "You so-called successor of the Hero Sword, though you look dignified, you still lost to the Uncrying Death God, didn't you? You were pathetic after the defeat, you're nothing but a weakling."

Jian Chen ignored them and continued to use his internal energy to release the pressure points.

Meanwhile, after Ren Shaoyang caused a ruckus at Baijian Manor and devoured the Sword of Defeat, another week passed in the blink of an eye.

This week, however, a major event occurred.

That is the "Sword Offering Ceremony"!
Indeed, although the Sword Worship Manor has suffered a great upheaval, it has now regrouped and, under the leadership of its young master Ao Jue, has convened a Sword Sacrifice Ceremony.

During this time, Bu Jingyun appeared and swept through the crowd. With Ao Jue's guidance, he used his own blood to consecrate the sword and actually forged a peerless sword!

This peerless sword is a fusion of the "greed" blood of Jian Tan and the "anger" blood of Bu Jingyun.

Then it took a sharp turn, merging with Ren Shaoyang's "Sincerity" blood. Surprisingly, its sword energy surged forth, far surpassing the sharpness and ferocity described in the original work.

Bu Jingyun rushed out of Baijian Manor with his sword and headed straight for the imperial mausoleum, hoping to open the Stone of Separation and see Kong Ci again.

But unexpectedly, they encountered Wuming on the way.

This "uncle in black," whom Bu Jingyun respected most when he was a child, worried that he lacked the temperament to wield the peerless sword, so he took it from him.

Bu Jingyun was no match for the power of the "Heavenly Sword," and the peerless sword was snatched away.

After many twists and turns, he faced off against Jian Chen and was utterly defeated.

Once Bu Jingyun has retrieved the Peerless Sword, he and Junior Sister Feng will travel together to the World Society to seek revenge.

Only Jian Chen, the unlucky fellow whose Dao heart had been shattered, was left behind, suffering immense pain.

It makes sense. As the successor of the "Hero Sword," he was second to none in the martial arts world. Who would have thought that he would lose to Bu Jingyun, and lose so badly!
Unable to bear the blow, Jian Chen became addicted to alcohol and utterly despondent. After passing out drunk yesterday, he woke up to find himself bound in this dilapidated temple.

The two men continued to mock and insult them.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

"Shut up!"

With a "thud," Jian Chen broke free of his acupoints and lunged at the two of them.

"Who exactly are you?!"

Baldy and Fatty were terrified. Jian Chen moved like a thunderbolt, his five fingers outstretched, about to grab their chests, and they couldn't move at all.

suddenly!

With a whoosh, a dark shadow suddenly appeared before Jian Chen.

"There's another expert?" Jian Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately threw a punch.

With a snap, the dark shadow shattered, sending out a cloud of white ash, and the smell of incense wafted over.

"Ah!" Jian Chen cried out in pain, covering his face.

It turned out that the object was an incense burner jar. When it was broken, the incense ash got into his eyes, causing him extreme pain.

"Good grief, you dare to resist?" The bald man grinned maliciously and threw a punch.

Without uttering a word, the fat man drew his katana with a clang and slashed down diagonally.

Jian Chen's vision was completely black. In that instant, several powerful energies approached from all directions. He couldn't tell whether they were the wind of fists or the energy of blades. He only felt an incomparably cold and sharp chill that pierced his bones.

He shouted, "Despicable scoundrel!" and with a swift movement of his palms, he struck out.

The bald man threw a fierce punch, but Jian Chen's palm technique was exquisite. It circled down his arm and struck him squarely in the chest. The pain was excruciating. He suddenly clutched his chest and jumped back, sweating profusely.

Just then, the fat man swung his knife at him.

Jian Chen flicked out a finger with his backhand, which flew like a nimble snake, brushing along the spine of the blade like a gentle breeze.

boom!
With a flick of his finger to the fat man's chest, the burst of internal energy caused the fat man to scream in agony as his katana flew out of his hand and he fell backward.

Seeing that he had defeated the two men, Jian Chen channeled his inner energy into his eyes, and suddenly tears streamed down his face, washing away the incense ash.

Just as her eyes were blurry with tears, she suddenly heard a cold, sharp voice: "Not bad, you're a prodigy." The tone shifted, "Unfortunately, you've met the wrong person. This mediocre swordsmanship is a complete waste of your talent!"

Upon hearing this, Jian Chen was instantly enraged and looked up.

On the altar sat not a deity, but a burly man with a menacing aura.

He was grinning menacingly at him.

(End of this chapter)