Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"Hey, hey, hey! Wait for me! You heartless bunch! You just leave like that, don't you know anything about respecting the elderly and caring for the young?!"

On the vast and boundless East China Sea, a plump parrot with a comical tuft of golden feathers on its head and colorful plumage is flapping its short wings with all its might, drawing a crooked trajectory in mid-air.

Directly in front of it is an ancient giant Kun, so large that it resembles a moving island.

The giant Kun rode the wind and waves, each swing of its massive tail creating towering white waves tens of meters high on the sea. Its terrifying speed in cutting through the ocean was hundreds of times faster than a thoroughbred horse on land!

"I'm so tired... I'm exhausted..."

The parrot was so tired that its tongue was sticking out. Its two eyes, no bigger than mung beans, were fixed on the long white jade table on the back of the Kun, which was covered with leftover food, especially the plate of half a lobster. Its mouth watered wildly.

It originally intended to continue feigning death on the island to escape this calamity, but when it saw that this group of people actually used that giant deep-sea Kun, which even Mo Yi dared not easily provoke, as a mount, and that there was a peerless delicacy on the table that it had been craving for hundreds of years, its dignity as a strange bird was instantly shattered by its appetite.

"For roast duck! For lobster! This immortal will risk everything!"

The parrot let out an extremely unpleasant shriek, and in mid-air, it managed to force out a trace of its remaining spiritual power, which transformed into a multicolored stream of light and slammed hard onto the broad, flat back of the giant Kun in an extremely undignified "dog-face-shit" posture.

"Splat!"

It rolled seven or eight times within the windproof barrier made of white jade gravel, and finally, by sheer coincidence, stopped at Su Changqing's feet.

"Hey, isn't this the number one immortal of Penglai, who can reach for the moon in the heavens and catch turtles in the sea? What, you've finally decided to leave your immortal island to be our food supply?"

A lazy voice with a hint of mockery came from above.

The parrot struggled to raise its head, only to meet Su Changqing's deep, enigmatic eyes that seemed to hold a smile.

In Su Changqing's arms, Xiao Nuomi was holding a peeled crab leg in her hand, looking curiously at the "big colorful chicken" that had suddenly fallen down.

"Daddy, this bird is so clumsy! It fell down all by itself while flying," Little Nuomi said in her childish voice. "Did it come here to give us a treat? But it looks so old, its meat must be tough and hard to chew."

"You're the one who's useless! Your whole family is... cough cough!"

The parrot was about to retort, but upon meeting Su Changqing's instantly cold gaze, it swallowed the rest of its words, its feathers trembling in fright, and it immediately adopted an extremely fawning expression.

"Young master is right! My meat is too dry and not tasty! I came here especially to entertain you gentlemen who are lonely on your journey! I can not only tell stories, but also sing songs!"

To survive, this centuries-old spirit bird practically threw its pride into the East China Sea.

"Since you're here, you might as well stay and sweep the floor."

Su Changqing casually tossed a leftover lobster shell onto its head. "When we get to Tianqi City, if there's a fallen leaf in front of my tavern, I'll turn you into beggar's chicken."

"Alright! You can hold it! This humble one is a professional at sweeping!" The parrot felt like it had been granted a pardon and quickly used its wings to hug the lobster shell to its chest, then hid in a corner to secretly gnaw on the remaining meat.

Lei Wujie and Wushuang, who were standing to the side, couldn't help but roll their eyes at the shameless bird.

"Brother-in-law, why are you bringing this thing back? What else can it do besides making noise?" Lei Wujie asked, puzzled.

"What do you know?"

Su Changqing lay back on the soft couch, and Li Hanyi naturally peeled a grape and held it to his lips. "Those old foxes in Tianqi City are all cunning and scheming, and they speak in roundabout ways. With this sharp-tongued bird in front of them, they can infuriate a lot of people, saving me the trouble of cursing myself."

"I see!" Lei Wujie exclaimed in sudden realization. "That's called a mental attack! Brother-in-law, you're brilliant!"

The giant Kun was extremely fast; in just half a day, the vast East China Sea was left behind.

When the bustling coastline of Qingzhou Port came into view, the behemoth did not dock directly. Instead, it stopped in a deserted, deep-water area dozens of miles from the shore.

"Alright, big guy, that's enough. Go back to your sleep."

Su Changqing stood up and gently stomped his foot on the back of the Kun, which was as hard as iron.

The giant Kun let out a long, reluctant cry, its massive head nodding slightly on the surface of the sea, as if bidding farewell to its fearsome yet generous "master." Then, it plunged headfirst into the deep sea, creating a huge whirlpool, and disappeared completely.

The instant it disappeared, Su Changqing and his group were already standing in front of the luxurious carriage parked on the rocks by the coast as if walking on flat ground.

"Let's go, the roads to Tianqi City are only truly impressive with these white horses."

Su Changqing carried Xiao Nuomi into the carriage, with Li Hanyi following closely behind.

Lei Wujie skillfully jumped onto the carriage shaft and grabbed the reins. Wushuang sat beside him, holding her sword case. Xiao Se, dressed in a blue robe, stood quietly outside the carriage, gazing intently northward.

There, dark clouds were gathering in the sky.

"What's wrong? Are you getting more timid as you get closer to home?" Su Changqing lifted the curtain and glanced at Xiao Se.

Xiao Se shook his head, a chilling smile curving his lips.

"No, I'm filled with excitement. I can't wait to see what kind of expressions those who once trampled me underfoot will have when I stand before that city gate again."

He took a deep breath and mounted his horse.

"drive!"

Four jade lions shrieked, pulling the carriage that carried the weight of the world's fortunes. They transformed into a streak of white lightning, heading straight for the capital of the Northern Kingdom—Tianqi City—along the wide official road!

……

Time slipped away quietly as the carriage wheels rolled swiftly.

Along the way, the journey was unexpectedly calm because Su Changqing's terrifying reputation for "blowing away the Hailong Gang in one breath" and "splitting the Nanjue Navy with one finger" had already spread throughout the entire underground world of Beili.

Let alone petty thieves who robbed people on the road, even the local tyrants who were usually arrogant and domineering would have opened their city gates wide and lined the streets to welcome this luxurious carriage drawn by four white horses when they heard it was passing by, for fear of angering this god of death.

Inside the carriage, time passed extremely slowly and lazily.

Su Changqing's greatest joy every day is finding different ways to make all sorts of delicious food for Xiao Nuomi. The top-quality seafood he brought back from the East China Sea, under his "Phoenix True Fire" cooking, has been transformed into unparalleled delicacies that even the imperial chefs of the palace could not replicate.

The carriages are filled with a rich, exotic fragrance every day.

In this warm and peaceful environment, Li Hanyi completely shed her cold exterior as a sword immortal. She learned to grind ink for Su Changqing and sew cute little dresses for Xiao Nuomi. Although her stitches were still a bit clumsy, the tenderness of being a wife and mother made her radiate a more dazzling glow than before.

Her sword intent also underwent a qualitative leap under the baptism of this mundane world.

She used to be ruthless with her sword, and even romance and beauty were a tool for killing.

Now, her sword is like a spring breeze, nourishing silently, yet capable of severing all worldly ties without her even realizing it. This marks her formal transition from "seeing mountains as mountains" to the supreme sword realm of "seeing mountains as not mountains."

Outside the train carriage.

Lei Wujie and Wushuang, the two "working men," were not idle either.

Although Su Changqing was too lazy to teach them personally, when he was in a good mood, a few comments he threw out of the car window would often enlighten them.

"Lei Wujie, your fire is too intense. It burns the outside air but doesn't penetrate the enemy's very bones. The true art of burning with fire should bury the flame in the enemy's heart, letting it burn from the inside out. Try to suppress your inner strength to the extreme, don't release it outwards, but concentrate it all on the edge of the blade."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie practiced diligently outside the carriage for three whole days.

When he finally managed to perfectly compress his raging karmic fire energy onto the one-finger-wide blade of the Killing Fear Sword, and yet felt no heat on the surface of the sword, his realm finally broke through that layer of paper, and he officially stepped into the threshold of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm!

"Hahaha! I've finally reached the Free and Unfettered Realm! I'll never have to be afraid of being laughed at by that brat Wushuang again!" Lei Wujie excitedly did three somersaults on the roof of the car.

"Tch, just a newbie who's only just started, what's there to be proud of?"

Wushuang curled her lip in disdain, but her eyes burned with an even stronger fighting spirit.

He sat cross-legged on the carriage shaft, his eyes closed, his mind replaying the stunning scene of Su Changqing using his paintbrush to freeze the flying sword.

Inside his peerless sword case, thirteen flying swords trembled slightly.

He was trying not to use his internal energy to forcibly control the flying swords, but to use his "divine soul" to communicate with each sword and feel their emotions.

"Great Ming Vermilion Bird... Although I cannot draw you yet, I can already feel your breath within the sword sheath. When we reach Tianqi City, I will surely unsheathe you and let you drink the blood of our enemies!"

The biggest change is undoubtedly in the desolate landscape.

Since reshaping his hidden meridians and awakening his imperial dragon energy in the Marrow Cleansing Pool on Penglai Immortal Island, he has become like a peerless divine blade that has been tempered and refined, finally shedding its rust.

He was still wearing that blue cloth robe, and still habitually tucked his hands into his sleeves, looking just like that somewhat lazy and stingy innkeeper.

But the confusion and escapism that once filled his deep eyes were gone.

Instead, there is a sense of composure in control of everything.

That was a truly imperial and disdainful air.

Whenever the night was deep and quiet, and the carriage stopped to rest in the wilderness, Xiao Se would stand alone under the moonlight and look up at the starry sky.

In his mind, the vast "data maze" constructed from the "Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art" was operating at a frenzied speed. Every blade of grass and tree in Tianqi City, the troop deployments of various forces, and the hidden trump cards... he was dissecting them all, turning them into clear threads.

"Seventh Brother's army of medicine-wielding soldiers has been largely crippled by the Master, but he will never sit idly by. Given his madness, he will definitely beg that lunatic to come out of seclusion..."

Xiao Se muttered to himself, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Luo Qingyang... Lone Sword Immortal. If you truly dare to wade into these muddy waters, then I, Xiao Chuhe, will personally use these newly healed hands to experience your so-called number one swordsmanship!"

……

Five days later.

Tianqi City.

The heart of the entire northern region is currently shrouded in a continuous autumn rain.

The gloomy sky seemed to press down, with dark clouds rolling over the city, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The rain was strange; there was no thunder, no gale, only fine, cold raindrops, silently washing over every inch of the ancient city's bluestone slabs.

Inside the city, all the shops were closed. The streets were deserted; even the most daring thugs were cowering in their homes, not daring to breathe.

Because the entire city of Tianqi has been placed under martial law!

Along Zhengyang Avenue from the South Gate to the Imperial Palace, there were guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, densely packed with Imperial Guards dressed in golden armor and holding long halberds.

At the very front of these Imperial Guards were rows of heavy ballistae set up, their steel bolts, as thick as a child's arm, gleaming with a chilling light in the rain.

This kind of display doesn't resemble welcoming a prince back at all; it's more like facing the imminent advance of an enemy army!

And on that towering south gate tower.

There were two people standing there.

Emperor Mingde, dressed in a bright yellow five-clawed dragon robe, looked somewhat haggard, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's.

The other was Jin Xuan, the Grand Supervisor who wore a purple robe, held a jade ruyi, and was in charge of the five major supervisory offices.

Where are they?

Emperor Mingde looked at the official road outside the city, shrouded in rain, his voice low and hoarse.

"Return to Your Majesty."

Jin Xuan bowed slightly, a deep sense of apprehension hidden in his eyes. "Our spies just reported that the carriage has passed Sunset Pavilion and is less than ten miles from here. It will arrive at the city walls in half an hour at most."

"Half an hour..."

Emperor Mingde closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cold air. "Chu He... he has finally returned."

"Your Majesty, please forgive this old servant for speaking frankly."

Jin Xuan said cautiously, "His Highness Prince Yong'an's return to the capital this time is not a friendly affair. Moreover, he is accompanied by Su Changqing, whose strength is unfathomable. This man is lawless and has committed heinous crimes in Lei Family Fortress. If we do not take precautions, he may pose a great threat to His Majesty and the safety of Tianqi City."

"Prevention? What are you going to use to prevent it?"

Emperor Mingde suddenly opened his eyes, giving Jin Xuan a cold glance. "Do you think that by deploying tens of thousands of imperial guards and hundreds of ballistae, I can stop him?"

"One finger can shatter heavenly lightning, one kick can shatter mountains and rivers. If someone like that wanted to kill me, how long do you think these scrap metal pieces could hold him off? A breath? Or two?"

Jin Xuan broke out in a cold sweat and knelt down with a thud.

"This old servant is incompetent! But this old servant is willing to die to protect Your Majesty!"

Get up.

Emperor Mingde waved his hand. "I know you are loyal. But Su Changqing is not the kind of bloodthirsty madman. If he really wanted to overthrow Beili, he would have done it long ago. Why wait until now? He came here for Chu He, to support him."

"I owe Chuhe too much. Four years ago, on that rainy night, I failed to protect him; four years later, I don't want to make the same mistake again."

"But Your Majesty! What about His Highness the Crimson King..." Jin Xuan hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

When the name of the Crimson King Xiao Yu was mentioned, a hint of undisguised disgust and anger flashed in Emperor Mingde's eyes.

"That rebellious son! He colluded with Nan Jue behind my back to concoct medicine figures, and even tried to create unrest in Tianqi City. He's utterly depraved! If it weren't for the fact that he still has half of the Xiao family blood, I would have already torn him to pieces!"

Emperor Mingde took a deep breath and turned his gaze back to the outside of the city.

"Pass down the order! No one is to act rashly without my decree! Anyone who dares to fire an arrow at the carriage first will have their entire family executed!"

"Yes!" Jin Xuan accepted the order, but a strange light flashed in her eyes the moment she lowered her head.

He knew, of course, that he couldn't fire arrows, because those ballistae were completely ineffective against Su Changqing.

The real killer move isn't here.

……

Outside Tianqi City, at Shili Pavilion.

The rain fell harder and harder, as if trying to wash away all the sins of the world.

On the official road, the luxurious carriage, pulled by four jade lions, was traveling slowly and steadily through the rain.

Strangely, the dense raindrops seemed to encounter an invisible barrier when they approached within a ten-foot radius of the carriage, automatically sliding off to both sides. There wasn't even a trace of moisture around the carriage; it was as dry as a sunny day.

"Whoa—"

Lei Wujie, who was in charge of driving the carriage, suddenly pulled on the reins, and the four horses let out a low neigh and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Su Changqing's lazy voice came from inside the carriage.

"Brother-in-law, there's someone blocking the way."

Lei Wujie gripped the Killing Fear Sword tightly in his hand, his gaze fixed on a towering hill a hundred feet away.

Through the misty rain, everyone could clearly see a person sitting quietly atop the hill.

The man was wearing a gray robe, a tattered straw hat, and carrying a long sword wrapped in rags.

He was like a stone sculpture that had weathered a thousand years of wind and frost, blending into the endless rain and wind.

But the aura emanating from him sent a chill down everyone's spine.

That wasn't murderous intent, nor was it domineering aura.

Rather, it is a kind of...extreme desolation.

It was as if just one glance at him would overwhelm her with endless sorrow, making her want to give up the fight and even draw her sword to commit suicide.

"What terrifying sword intent..."

Wushuang emerged from the carriage, staring at the gray-clad man, his hands gripping the Wushuang Sword Box on his back. His thirteen flying swords within the box trembled violently like never before—a fear and tremor akin to encountering a natural enemy!

"To cultivate sword intent to such a level that it influences heaven and earth, and even the minds of others..."

Xiao Se stood up from the carriage shaft, letting the cold rain soak his face. His eyes, which had just regained their luster, were now burning with a fierce battle intent.

"There is only one person in the world who can do this."

"Lord Mu Liang, the number one swordsman in the world."

"The Lone Sword Immortal, Luo Qingyang!"

Upon hearing this name, Li Hanyi, who was in the carriage, immediately opened her eyes.

The Iron Horse and Ice River sword in her arms emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, and a thin layer of frost instantly covered the scabbard.

That's the excitement of encountering your destined enemy!

"He did come after all." Li Hanyi's voice was as cold as ice. She reached out, wanting to push open the car door.

"You rest, I'll go."

A warm, large hand pressed down on her.

Su Changqing put down the braid he had just tied for Xiao Nuomi, then slowly stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Changqing, he's coming for me," Li Hanyi said, frowning. "This is a destined duel between us swordsmen."

"Don't try to fool me with all that nonsense about destiny."

Su Changqing rolled his eyes, walked to the car door, and lifted the curtain.

"All I know is that instead of staying home in the pouring rain, he came to block my way and exuded the aura of a resentful woman who had lost her parents, which seriously affected my daughter's mood."

"Daddy, that uncle looks so pitiful. Does he have no food to eat?" Little Nuomi asked in her childish voice, looking out the window at Luo Qingyang on the hill.

"He's not starving, he's mentally ill."

Su Changqing patted his daughter's head and said gently, "Nuonuo, be good. Play with Mommy in the car. Daddy will go down and teach that crazy person who's blocking the way a lesson."

Done.

Su Changqing stepped out of the carriage and instantly floated in mid-air.

He didn't use an umbrella, but the torrential rain automatically vaporized into white mist within a foot of his body.

With his hands behind his back, he stepped through the air, walking step by step toward the hill.

With each step he took, a golden ripple would spread across the void beneath his feet.

"Luo Qingyang, right?"

Su Changqing's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears amidst the thunder and rain, carrying an unquestionable air of superiority.

"You have three seconds to roll down that mound and get out of my way."

"Otherwise, I'll make sure you never pull out that broken sword again in your entire life."

At the top of the hill.

Luo Qingyang, who had been sitting upright like a stone, finally slowly raised his head.

Beneath the straw hat was an old and withered face, and a pair of eyes that held no human emotion, only a deathly stillness.

He slowly untied the tattered cloth from the longsword in his hand, revealing an ancient sword that was dark gray in color and exuded a strong aura of death.

The desolate sword, Nine Songs!

"You are Su Changqing?"

Luo Qingyang's voice was hoarse and dry, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"I heard from Xiao Yu that you call yourself the best in the world. You even look down on me, Mu Liangcheng."

"I am here today not for the court, nor for imperial power."

"Just to ask the sword."

The moment the words fell.

"Clang!"

The Nine Songs Sword, drawn half an inch from its sheath!

boom!

A desolate sword intent, ten or even a hundred times stronger than before, surged into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky were forcibly torn apart by this sword intent. The rain, swept by the sword energy, turned into countless incomparably sharp ice needles, which swirled and danced wildly in the air!

At this moment, the entire world seemed to be plunged into a state of extreme despair and sorrow.

"What terrifying sword energy!"

Lei Wujie was forced to retreat repeatedly by this sword intent. Even after activating the Fire Scorching Technique, he still felt icy cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Is this the power of the number one sword in the world? It hasn't even been fully drawn yet, and it has already caused a celestial phenomenon!" Wushuang's face was as pale as paper.

Faced with this sword intent powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, even Xiao Se, who had just broken through to the half-step Divine Realm, had to activate the faint imperial dragon energy within his body in order to barely stabilize his body.

"Asking about the sword?"

Faced with such terrifying power, Su Changqing, who was suspended in mid-air, only sneered disdainfully.

He stopped in his tracks, hovering in the void, looking down at the lone sword immortal who was still gathering his strength.

then.

He made a move that left everyone speechless.

Su Changqing slowly raised his right hand.

In his hands, there was no sword, no knife, not even a tree branch.

He simply spread his five fingers, palm down.

Then, facing that hill, facing that arrogant lone sword immortal, he swatted at it like a fly.

He slammed it down hard!

"boom--!!!"

As Su Changqing struck down with his palm.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a thousand feet was completely drained in an instant!

A giant golden hand, hundreds of feet in size and formed entirely from the pure power of the laws of heaven and earth, appeared out of thin air above the hill!

Ancient and profound runes flowed across that giant hand, carrying an unparalleled divine might that could crush everything and suppress all ages. It crashed down with a devastating force!

What desolate sword intent, what strange phenomena of heaven and earth?

Compared to this giant golden hand, it's like a laughable bubble!

"No!!!"

Feeling the terrifying power above his head, enough to annihilate his soul, extreme horror finally appeared in Luo Qingyang's lifeless eyes.

He desperately tried to draw the Nine Songs Sword, wanting to unleash the strongest strike of his life.

But it didn't work!

That immense power of rules completely sealed off the space around him. He couldn't even move a finger, and could only watch helplessly as the giant golden hand, like the sky collapsing, completely engulfed him!

"Bang!!!"

A deafening roar!

The earth trembled violently, and countless bits of soil and rocks shot into the sky, forming a huge mushroom cloud.

That once towering hill.

Gone.

Along with the world-renowned and arrogant Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang.

Everything is gone.

In the place, only a huge five-finger palm print, tens of feet deep and smooth as if it had been cut by a sharp blade, was left!

One palm strike, and the mountain is leveled!

One palm strike, and an immortal is annihilated!

Quiet.

The world fell into a deathly silence once again.

Lei Wujie, Wushuang, Xiao Se, and even Li Hanyi in the carriage were all dumbfounded.

They knew Su Changqing was strong, and they had witnessed his unparalleled prowess in "severing the sky with a single chopstick." But every time, this man managed to redefine their understanding of the true meaning of "powerful"!

The greatest swordsman in the world!

He didn't even have time to draw his sword before he was slapped into a pulp!

Is this some kind of movie shoot?!

"Sigh, I told you to get down here, but you insisted on forcing me to do it."

Su Changqing withdrew his hand as if he had only done a trivial matter. He took out a clean white handkerchief, wiped his palm (which was not dusty), and then casually tossed it away.

He turned his head, looked at the stunned young men, and shouted angrily:

"What are you all standing there for? The road's open, why aren't you going? My daughter's waiting to go to town for Peking duck!"

"Huh? Oh! Oh oh! Giddy up! Giddy up!!!"

Lei Wujie seemed to wake from a dream, and frantically whipped his horse.

The four white horses seemed startled as well, and they took off pulling the carriage like a gust of wind, leaping over the huge palm print and galloping towards the gates of Tianqi City.

At this time.

Emperor Mingde and Jinxuan, standing atop Tianqi City, saw this scene through their telescopes, and their faces turned deathly pale.

"His Majesty……"

Jin Xuan's voice trembled, her legs went weak, and she knelt directly on the ground.

"This...this isn't human...this is a god!"

Emperor Mingde remained silent.

He gripped the crenellations of the city wall tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

He watched the carriage draw ever closer, feeling the terrifying aura sweeping in from afar, making the entire city of Tianqi tremble.

This iron-fisted emperor finally bowed his proud head deeply.

"deliver an imperial order……"

Emperor Mingde's voice seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"Open the city gates wide...and the officials line up in formation."

"Welcome back to the capital, Prince Yong'an!"

"Welcome... Mr. Su, to the city!!!"