Fairy, help me cultivate.

Yu Yunyu stepped onto the chessboard: "It seems that your Blue Pass is determined to oppose my Sword Cliff today."

The woman smiled politely: "No sect in the South China Sea has the right to interfere with Sword Cliff's actions. However, the premise is that the righteous path of the South China Sea must not be harmed."

"What a joke! What right do you have..." Before Yu Yun could finish speaking, Chen Yao's sword flashed.

Caught off guard, the woman in white only had time for the sword in front of her chest to break, and her chest exploded in a cloud of blood mist, splitting open at shoulder level.

The corpse lay on the ground, its upper body still bearing the shock and pain lingering in its dead fish-like eyes.

Chen Yao appeared where the woman had been suspended in mid-air, and shook his sword, which was not stained with blood to begin with.

"Let's all come at once, I'm in a hurry."

Lan Guan was in an uproar as disciples of the sect surged toward Chen Yao like a tidal wave.

Yu Yun was horrified: "Are you crazy! We have to get out of here!"

Chen Yao ignored him, his body surrounded by fluttering feathers and swirling scales.

A sudden, fierce wind howled, blowing away a large number of disciples.

He raised his sword and threw it, and the sword transformed into a river that devoured the sky and the earth in the howling wind, sweeping across the entire Blue Mountain.

The disciples were like ants being drenched by a torrential rain. In an instant, the colossal Blue Mountain, which was impossible to look at directly, was swallowed up by the waves of sword energy and left battered and bruised.

The tendons ruptured, leaving him mostly paralyzed.

The wind subsided and the waves stopped in mid-air.

Blood flowed like rivers on the ground, and corpses piled up like mountains.

Yu Yun and the others were dumbfounded.

Chen Yao took the lead with his sword and broke through the barrier.

Yu Yun and Lu Dan exchanged glances before following them out of the pass.

The collapsed Blue Pass had shrunk to the size of a thin mist behind them before Yu Yun spoke: "Your actions... are even more like those of the Sword Cliff people."

"They're blocking my way, do you expect me to give them a friendly look?" Chen Yao looked around at the towering mountains and realized that once he left Lan Pass, the climate and vegetation were completely different.

"You leveled Lan Pass with a single sword strike..." Yu Yun murmured, as if she still couldn't quite believe it.

"I leveled it with a single sword strike," Chen Yao confirmed.

"Making too much noise might attract more trouble," Yu Yun thought for a moment and then reminded her.

"Maybe."

Chen Yao turned around and looked at the dense, whistling sounds of air being torn apart.

Trouble has arrived.

"You audacious monster! Prepare to die!"

A whirlpool of magical treasures swirled up and crashed down on him.

Chen Yao and Jianhe came forward.

The magical artifacts were scattered and broken, and the person who came was smashed into a pulp.

Blood rain stained the foothills red.

He shook his head in disappointment: "It's not strong enough."

He turned around and continued walking.

"Why?" Yu Yun asked, puzzled.

Chen Yao glanced at her: "Because we've already been exposed, otherwise why would Lan Guan stop me? There's only one path to Sword Cliff, and it's bound to get harder and harder ahead. There's no turning back, is there? If I don't rush through the pass as soon as possible, am I supposed to wait for them to close the door and beat me? If I don't take advantage of the terrain now, before it's too bad, and kill as many enemy troops as possible, am I supposed to wait until we have to fight a desperate battle at Fangzhang Ferry or Zhangcheng?"

The lingering charm remained silent.

As they were talking, two more groups of enemies arrived, slightly stronger than before.

Chen Yao's sword energy swept down, but the blood rain was only slightly denser.

He simply went to a mountaintop, sat cross-legged, and waited quietly.

Yu Yun understood his meaning, and summoned the chess pieces to set up a large formation around the mountain.

Lü Qing and Lu Dan also held their swords, staring fiercely at the sky.

The sky remained silent for a long time.

Chen Yao remained calm: "It will come eventually."

He released the giant python, which coiled around the mountain and lay there.

The enemy did indeed arrive, their hordes sweeping across the sky like dark clouds obscuring the sun.

Chen Yao looked up and felt as if all the righteous forces in the entire South China Sea had been mobilized.

Is it really necessary?

He wasn't surprised or suspicious at all.

Among them were many familiar faces, such as the elders of the Mingyang Sect and the old members of the Kuanglu Sect.

Jiu Luo suddenly spoke up: "Why does this look like a major battle? It certainly wouldn't be this intense just for you. Besides..."

"And what?"

"Moreover, the aura emanating from these righteous cultivators is very strange."

After being reminded by her, Chen Yao's consciousness surged, and he discovered that these people carried an inexplicable and eerie aura.

"Regardless, things have come to this point, those who deserve to die must die. Fairy, will you help them or me?"

Jiu Luo was silent for a moment: "I won't help anyone."

"At that time, I'm afraid you won't have a choice. If I die and the gourd falls into their hands, you'll have to make a move. Don't forget, the Mingyang Sect is now in power because of traitors who betrayed you."

Jiu Luo fell silent.

Chen Yao stood up, gripped his sword, and glared at the righteous man Yun, his sword intent soaring to the heavens.

"Wait a minute!"

Someone in the righteous path shouted.

"What do we have to say?" Chen Yao squinted.

The person who came stepped forward and flew straight to the front of the mountain; it was the old lady Huian from the Mingyang Sect.

The old woman from Hui'an smiled kindly: "Fellow Daoist Chen has an impatient nature. Perhaps he is upset that the people of Languan did not understand my meaning and offended you. Their deaths are not a pity."

Now it was Chen Yao's turn to be surprised: "What do you mean?"

“We’re not here to be enemies with you, fellow Daoist,” Hui’an said, tossing a head toward Chen Yao.

The head of the Kuanglu sect leader.

"This person colluded with the demonic sect to harm our sect, causing your master and disciples to be forced to flee to the South Sea. I have investigated and confirmed his guilt; he has been executed, and your master and disciples have been exonerated! The righteous path will never make things difficult for you. All you need to do is…"

Chen Yao knew she would have conditions: "What do you need?"

"If only you, fellow Daoist, would join us in slaying demons!"

Chapter 295 I Like You Like a Fool

"what?"

Chen Yao felt like he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

One second he was aggressive and trying to kill himself again and again, but now he has suddenly changed his expression.

Even a dog's face probably couldn't change so quickly or so drastically.

Hui'an smiled and said, "I've already found out that you were wronged, but it's only been a short time. Lan Guan doesn't show mercy, and the people who came to kill you in the previous waves were actually a mixed bag."

When problems arise, they just blame the temporary workers?

This was a typical attempt to shift blame, and Chen Yao didn't believe it at all.

Hui'an remained silent for a moment, then suddenly waved to the righteous path in the sky: "I know we've had conflicts, and it's normal that you don't believe me. The reason I came here in person to show my goodwill is to express my sincerity. You can't possibly not believe the person next."

Chen Yao just sneered.

Lu Qing, Lu Dan, and others stood behind him, glaring angrily at Huian.

Yu Yun sat cross-legged on a branch, glancing sideways at Huian.

Hui'an ignored the group, simply nodded to Chen Yao, and then flew back into the clouds.

Chen Yao connected his divine sense with the immortal sword, preparing to deal with the righteous path's surprise attack.

A familiar sword light descended from the clouds.

Chen Yao was somewhat taken aback.

Yu Yun straightened her back and slightly parted her beautiful lips.

The sword light fell in front of Chen Yao, then faded, revealing Ling Ning's graceful figure.

"Master?" Chen Yao released his divine sense and received a tender response from Ling Ning's divine sense.

Ling Ning raised her beautiful eyes and gazed at his face, expressing the deep emotions that seemed to last a lifetime.

Chen Yao confirmed that she was indeed Ling Ning and instinctively wanted to pull her into his arms.

Ling Ning took a step back, but he only managed to grab her soft, delicate hand.

"Yao'er, so many people are watching!"

She said in a low voice.

Chen Yao heard Yu Yun snort coldly from the tree, clearly seeing through the charade between the master and disciple, but he didn't care about that.

Ling Ning looked up and bowed to Yu Yun: "Auntie."

Yu Yun pouted: "You still recognize me, your aunt?"

"Auntie, please don't be offended..."

"Tch, you think your aunt will be angry? You brat, you secretly gave yourself to that stinky man!" Yu Yun adopted a parental tone.