A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

Smoke and dust billowed, and ripples spread.

The two figures landed and fiercely grabbed, tore, and blocked each other in the narrow space. Suddenly, the two figures spun together and then abruptly separated amidst crackling sounds.

The man in black made a move to pounce on the prince, but the monk let out a hoarse sound, grabbed with his feet, leaned forward, and clenched his hands into eagle claws to protect the man.

"Master, protect the immortal." The boy was alert, his figure as nimble as a swallow soaring through the clouds, landing lightly at the foot of the wall, and reaching out to take down the ancient-looking sword.

The man in black waved his right hand in the dim light.

"Ah..." A sudden scream came from the old Taoist priest's mouth. In the dim candlelight, a sharp-headed, extremely sharp hidden weapon on both sides of the shaft had already penetrated the Taoist priest's brow.

"Hehe." The monk lunged forward, his speed like that of a hawk swooping down to hunt, his powerful claws tearing through the air with a sound like tearing silk.

"Master, accept the sword."

The man in black struck with a single blow, his toes barely touching the ground as he darted out of the room like a ghost. The moment his figure landed in the courtyard, he soared into the air like a feather, then swung diagonally and flew away, his body swift as a flying duck, his posture graceful, as if dancing in the void.

The ascetic had no time to draw his sword; his figure rose like a great bird, like a drifting cloud in the sky, swiftly piercing the moonlight, following him like a shadow. The young man chased after him with his sword, but the figures of the black-clad ascetic and the ascetic disappeared behind the courtyard wall, and shouts of battle echoed from all directions in the night.

……

It turns out that the Qingcheng Sect leader's surname is Sima, which means he belongs to the Tianlong Jianghu lineage and has not yet crossed over to Yu Canghai's family from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.

Chen Yu learned about the situation of the Qingcheng Sect from Yang An. As he was thinking this, a loud shout of killing suddenly rang out.

Something's up.

The sounds of fighting reached Yang An, who leaped toward the window. Chen Yu blew out the candle and quickly went to the window.

"In the direction of Shangqing Palace," Yang An said.

"Could it be to steal the Heaven Sword?"

"It's hard to say, let's take a look." Since it might concern the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Yang An couldn't ignore it. He leaped into the courtyard, pushed off the ground with both feet, and flipped onto the roof.

Like an arrow released from a bow, Chen Yu rushed out of the guest room, leaped up and landed on a jagged, thin rock, pushed off with his feet, and nimbly climbed onto the eaves of the house. He used his arms to exert force, his body moved lightly and nimbly, and he landed on the roof ridge, crouching down to look around.

The bright moon shone, and the eyes could see far. Seven or eight zhang away, among the rows of houses, a considerable number of men in black were fighting against the troops under the command of the Prince of Ruyang, their killing spree fierce and ruthless.

Chen Yu's gaze suddenly sharpened as he saw the monk chasing after the man in black, while a slender figure appeared and disappeared in the corridor. It was the young man beside the Prince of Ruyang, who was holding a sword, which should be the Yitian Sword.

Chen Yu's breathing became rapid.

"Junior brother." Yang An floated over and squatted down beside Chen Yu.

"Senior brother, the Heaven-Slaying Sword."

Yang An looked in the direction the finger was pointing, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is a rare opportunity," Chen Yu said.

"We don't know the other party's identity yet. If we are discovered, it will bring disaster to our sect."

"If their goal is the Heaven-Slaying Sword, it will be extremely difficult for the sect leader to obtain it in the future. I have a plan."

"Tell me, junior brother."

Chen Yu succinctly explained his idea, and Yang An considered it for a moment before saying, "Alright, let's give it a shot. Be careful, junior brother."

"Don't worry, senior brother."

Two figures leaped off the roof, weaving and twisting. Soon after, the two corpses of men in black were dragged into the darkness. Chen Yu and Yang An took off their night clothes, put them on, and disappeared into the darkness as the building fell.

……

A figure in blue leaped across the moonlight. A woman with a seductive figure raised her knee, wrapped it around her leg, and pulled back her hammer. In an instant, her body spun around, and a delicate meteor hammer the size of a fist, connected by a thin white line, shot through the air, knocking down a man in black.

"Sayuna, we want her alive," the boy standing under the wall said.

"Understood." The woman named Sayuna kicked with her right foot, using the move "Prodigal Son's Kick," her meteor hammer whipping through the air with force, striking another burly man in black.

Separated by a wall, Yang An stomped his right foot on the ground, and a short but ear-piercing sound suddenly rang out. With his immense accumulated power, he shot out like an arrow.

With a bang, the wall was smashed open, and Chen Yu appeared behind the boy in a whirlwind.

The young man reacted quickly, drawing his sword and turning around. However, his left elbow was suddenly pushed, and a flash of cold light was swallowed by the scabbard.

The boy's elbow sank, causing the sword sheath to strike backward. Chen Yu stepped forward in a circular motion, appearing in front of the boy like a galloping horse wading through mud, and unleashed the Hung Kuen move "Double Dragons Emerging from the Sea" directly at his opponent.

Once the Hung Gar technique was triggered, it was like a heavy hammer shattering armor. The boy was punched in the abdomen, sent flying backward, his body crashing through the railing behind him and landing on the ground. The Heaven-Slaying Sword flew out and was thrown aside.

Chen Yu leaped up to pick up the sword, turned around, and jumped out through the gap in the wall.

Hearing the noise behind her, Sayuna flipped over and landed on the ground, her meteor hammer whistling as it flew out.

As Chen Yu emerged from the courtyard wall, a loud bang echoed from the wall behind him, sending bricks and stones flying everywhere. A fist-sized hammer whistled past his shoulder and then swished back into place.

"Walk."

Chen Yu shouted to Yang An, who then flung out a handful of flying stones. The two parted ways and sped off into the mountains.

From the dust and smoke behind him, the boy, who had been beaten and was suffering, staggered out under Sayuna's protection. Under the silver night sky, the monk who had lost the man in black flew out of the forest like a falcon.

"Master, catch that man!" the boy shouted anxiously, his voice suddenly changing to a clear and melodious tone.

As soon as Chen Yu entered the forest, the monk, upon hearing the boy's command, transformed into a whirlwind of light gray shadow, his imposing presence carrying autumn leaves that swirled up and trailed behind him in a long, straight line.

Chen Yu leaned forward, using the pure internal energy cultivated by the jade ruyi to flow along the Yang Qiao Meridian and Yin Qiao Meridian, forming a small circulation from the "Rangu" acupoint on the heel to the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin.

With his inner energy surging and his blood boiling, Chen Yu's figure was like a bullet, whirling through the waves in the forest and grass. In less than a hundred breaths, a torrent like a ribbon appeared in his vision, with the sound of water roaring. He was overjoyed, for this was part of the plan.

When Chen Yu accompanied Yang An, Ji Xiaofu, and Su Mengqing up the mountain, he saw the waterfall, which resembled a giant white dragon, and he was running towards it at full speed. The original owner of this body made a living by fishing in the Xiang River and was a skilled swimmer, like a white streak in the waves.

Jumping into the waterfall would not only allow them to escape, but also divert Prince Ruyang's attention to the group of men in black, thus preventing a crisis for their sect.

"laugh……"

The sound, like tearing silk, amplified rapidly. The monk appeared behind Chen Yu, his burly body whipping up a whistling wind.

The chilling killing intent sent shivers down Chen Yu's spine.

Several feet apart, the monk's robe sleeves billowed in the air like a tornado, and he threw a punch. When the fist was at its peak of power, it arrived right behind Chen Yu.

Chen Yu turned around, and in his field of vision, the monk's fist enlarged, the force of the fist forming a vortex.

Under such momentum, lime was useless; the moment it was thrown, it would be pressed down by the terrifying force of the fist. Chen Yu flipped his palms over, right hand on top, left hand on the bottom, right hand pointing upwards, palm facing down, his hands as if they contained the sun, moon and stars.

This is a superior technique for deflecting force from the "Snowflake Piercing Cloud Palm" taught by Miejue, known as "Picking Stars and Changing Constellations".

boom!

Chen Yu's body sank, and a thunderclap seemed to explode in his palm. His black night-clothes shirt spun out like a vortex, and then his figure flew high into the waterfall with a splash, instantly swallowed by the snow-white waves.

The monk landed on the edge of the cliff, looking down into the misty water; Chen Yu was nowhere to be seen.

……

The fighting in the courtyard had ended. The boy rubbed his stomach as he entered the room filled with smoke and dust. His martial arts skills were not particularly high, but he had an outstanding memory. He was surrounded by experts and had a broad perspective, recognizing martial arts from various schools. However, he couldn't figure out the move Chen Yu used when he knocked him away.

"Father, how is he in person?"

"Dead." The man's voice was filled with desolation.

The boy walked over and then saw clearly that there was a silver shuttle between the eyebrows of the Taoist priest of Shangqing Palace. The Taoist priest, who had long since lost his breath, had his eyes wide open and his gaze fixed on the window.

The boy looked in that direction and saw a tree full of withered flowers.

"Father, before the immortal perished, his gaze was fixed on the withered flowers. The poem reads, 'Heaven and earth multiply to form a single origin, suddenly the cycle of sixty years begins anew. At the age of twenty-eight, the universe changes, having seen all the withered flowers, he remains silent.' Is it related to the withered flowers?"

The man said in a deep voice, "When autumn comes on the ninth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and all others will wither. The fragrance will fill Chang'an, and the whole city will be adorned with golden armor."

"Father, what do you mean?"

"uprising!"