Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

Gyeongju!

If Qingzhou is a major grain-producing province, then Qingzhou is a land of water.

There are well-developed river systems here, and the excavated canals connect merchant ships and cargo from all over the place, making it a continent with a water transportation hub for the Dali Dynasty, and its level of development is even higher than that of Qingzhou.

Among the sixteen states of the Dali Dynasty, Qingzhou's economy, number of monks, and population are at least among the top five.

The Luochuan River is the largest river in Gyeongju, with a total length of more than 5,000 kilometers. It has a well-developed water system and numerous tributaries, running through several continents of the Dali Dynasty.

On the sparkling surface of the Luochuan River, ripples appeared on the river surface, and a huge carved cruise ship was moving leisurely forward, stirring the clear river water.

The hull is made of precious golden sandalwood, and the bow is carved with cloud and dragon patterns. On the deck, there are female artists plucking the strings of a zither, and the sounds of the zither are melodious and pleasant to the ears. There are also maids singing and dancing gracefully, and their dresses fluttering in the wind, as soft and beautiful as their reflections in the water.

Colorful flags were fluttering on both sides of the ship, rustling in the breeze, making the ship look particularly ostentatious.

On the boat, a young man in brocade clothes leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance and admiring the fertile fields on both sides of the river.

Holding a fishing rod, he fishes by the river, waiting for the fish to bite.

"Sixth Prince, what was the harvest?"

A soft voice came from behind, and under the gaze of the young man in brocade clothes, a young girl walked over slowly. She had an excellent appearance, with beautiful eyebrows, phoenix eyes, jade cheeks, cherry lips, and a face as bright as the morning sun. She was wearing a blue shirt and had a beautiful smile.

Looking at this young man in brocade clothes, Wei Qingwan, a talented female disciple from the Qingzhou Wanjian League, behaved very politely, only because the other party's identity and background were not ordinary.

The young man in brocade clothes in front of him is Wei Lanchen, the current sixth prince of the Dali Dynasty. This time he came to Qingzhou under the pretext of traveling.

The Dali Dynasty is now weak and can’t even handle the disaster victims under its rule, but it is said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

When the Dali Dynasty was just founded and its national strength was at its peak, the millions of soldiers were all cultivators. Not to mention the Daotai realm, even the number of Purple Mansion cultivators could be counted on one hand. Its founding emperor was even more powerful than Dongxu. He conquered the east and the west, and made the righteous and evil sects within the country tremble in fear.

Although the Dali Dynasty was in decline, no one knew how much wealth their ancestors had left them. In addition, the Dali Dynasty was still the orthodox dynasty in the world today. Even a large righteous sect like the Wanjian League would treat the prince of the Dali Dynasty with courtesy.

The Sixth Prince Wei Lanchen raised his fishing rod, looked at the bait that had been eaten, shrugged and said, "As you can see, the fish in your Luochuan River are too cunning."

Wei Qingwan chuckled and said, "Sixth Prince, perhaps the imperial dragon energy in you is too strong, scaring the fish away. We are not far from the gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance. If you are interested, there are spiritual fish raised at the gate. Those are much more fun to catch."

"Haha, it seems that I haven't mastered the Dragon Suppression Heavenly Net, and I can't even control my aura."

Wei Lanchen laughed. The Dragon-Suppressing Heavenly Luo Divine Canon was the secret martial art of the royal family of the Dali Dynasty. It was once created by the founding emperor. It relied on the dragon veins and the luck of the dynasty to practice, and was extremely domineering.

"Sixth Prince, don't underestimate yourself. Everyone knows that among all the royal children, your cultivation talent is the best. Now you have reached the fifth level of the Secret Treasure Realm. Your strength is only second to that of the eldest princess. There is hope that you will surpass the eldest princess in the future."

Wei Qingwan shook her head and advised Wei Lanchen.

However, this is also true. At such a young age, he has already reached the fifth level of the Secret Treasure Realm. Although he has the shade of a big tree and no shortage of resources for cultivation, his own talent cannot be ignored.

"I can't compare to my sister. She is a true fairy seedling. I will never be able to catch up with her in my lifetime."

Wei Lanchen leaned against the side of the boat, showing a self-deprecating smile, and said to himself: "Speaking of which, Senior Brother Zhang from your Ten Thousand Swords Alliance, I saw him in Licheng last time. At that time, all the heroes in the world gathered together and the geniuses were everywhere. His performance was extremely eye-catching. His flying sword was invincible, worthy of his status as a righteous immortal seedling. If I see him this time, I must learn a few sword-controlling techniques from him."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qingwan's expression stiffened slightly and she looked a little unnatural.

"how?"

Wei Lanchen noticed that Wei Qingwan's expression was not right, and asked curiously.

"Sixth Prince, I'm afraid you won't be able to meet Senior Brother Zhang from her family."

Just then, another female voice was heard.

Inside the cabin, a woman came in. Her eyebrows were as slender as ink paintings. She was dressed in green and had a fluttering sword belt. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind, and a few strands of hair brushed lightly across her thin and delicate cheeks. There was a stern sword-like aura around her, as if she could cut through the autumn water and penetrate the clouds.

"Qin Mengying, what nonsense are you talking about."

Wei Qingwan looked unhappy and looked at the woman who was approaching with dissatisfaction.

Because this woman's name is Qin Mengying, she is a talented disciple of the Huoyun Hall, the largest righteous sect in Qingzhou. She is also a righteous immortal seedling. In the past, she competed with Zhang Xinming for supremacy. The two were known as the two prides of Qingzhou.

Because the relationship between the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance and the Fire Cloud Palace was very bad, and because both of them were female cultivators of the younger generation in Qingzhou, they were often compared by people. Although both were equally matched in appearance, in terms of strength, Wei Qingwan was only at the second level of the Secret Treasure Realm, while Qin Mengying was already at the fourth level of the Secret Treasure Realm, so Wei Qingwan had a very bad impression of Qin Mengying, and they often fought openly and secretly every time they met.

"Isn't what I said the truth? News from Qingzhou says that your Zhang Xinming was captured by the Ghost Ridge Palace Immortal Miao Su Jie, and is now demanding a ransom in exchange for his release. Thirty million spirit stones, I wonder if you are willing to pay."

Qin Mengying opened her mouth slowly and told the truth.

Like Wei Qingwan, she came to accompany Prince Wei Lanchen, to accompany him on a tour of Qingzhou, to introduce him to the customs and culture of Qingzhou, and to demonstrate the etiquette of her own sect.

"Oh, the Ghost Ridge Palace Immortal Miao Su Jie, I've heard of his reputation too. He was the one who killed Wei Ji. I didn't expect that Zhang Xinming was no match for him. Is this demon cultivator so strong?"

Wei Lanchen's tone was surprised. Wei Ji, a righteous immortal from Qingzhou, had been practicing and gaining experience in Dali City for many years. He was also a celebrity in Dali City. His adventures and talents were often talked about.

But no one expected that after returning to Qingzhou, news of his death would come.

At that time, it caused quite a stir in Dali City, and the name Su Jie began to enter the vision of all parties.

"Not only did he kill Wei Ji and capture Zhang Xinming, he also led his team to attack a medium-sized orthodox sect in Qingzhou. He is very famous in Qingzhou."

When Qin Mengying mentioned the name Su Jie, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in her eyes, and she said, "If there's a chance, I'd like to ask him for advice."

"Su Jie is only relying on the power of the Flying Boat. In terms of strength, he cannot be a match for Senior Brother Zhang. When we rescue Senior Brother Zhang, the next time we fight a fair duel, Su Jie will be killed by Senior Brother Zhang head-on."

Wei Qingwan was still defending her senior brother. She didn't know yet that her senior brother had already died.

No one responded to Wei Qingwan's words, because Qin Mengying and Wei Lanchen both raised their heads almost at the same time and looked into the distance.

"Such a strong fluctuation of spiritual power, what's going on?"

Qin Mengying drew the long sword from his waist and looked towards the southwest with sharp eyes.

"At least he is at the Daotai level, Uncle Liu, what do you think?"

As a prince of the Dali Dynasty, Wei Lanchen was very knowledgeable. He made a direct judgment just by sensing the fluctuations coming from afar.

"It is indeed a Daotai realm cultivator, coming towards us. Be careful." An old man appeared behind Wei Lanchen at some point. He was actually a Daotai realm cultivator. He was a royal attendant who was dedicated to protecting Prince Wei Lanchen.

"This is near the mountain gate of our Wanjian League. Who dares to be so presumptuous here?"

Wei Qingwan had the lowest cultivation level and her reaction was also the slowest. When she sensed the strong fluctuation of spiritual power, she could already see the shadow of the spiritual power fluctuation in her field of vision.

Swish!
A ray of light as bright as a meteor quickly escaped. It was the brilliance of a flying sword of the top-grade magical weapon level.

Through the rosy glow, one could vaguely see the outline of a human-shaped baby, which seemed to be the soul.

Shortly after the meteor appeared, a spreading thunderstorm cloud appeared behind it, and a huge shadow appeared in the storm.

It has a shell like dragon scales, two big, piercing eyes that flash cold blue light under the lightning, and six pairs of wings like sails, and every flap of them brings up strong winds and stirs up storms.

The winding, hideous pale corpse hands were extremely thick, and their bodies blocked the sunlight, casting a shadow on the earth, like a moving mountain.

Above the giant insect's head, there was a man and a woman standing, closely chasing the flying sword.

Seeing this scene, Wei Lanchen, Wei Qingwan and Qin Mengying all had their pupils shrink slightly. This was obviously a life-and-death struggle at the Daotai realm.

"Is that a demon cultivator?"

Wei Lanchen looked at the huge ferocious insect flying in the sky. It didn’t look like a good guy at all.

Qin Mengying and Wei Qingwan were both observing carefully and secretly on guard.

They had to be careful not to get caught up in the Daotai realm and killed by a demon cultivator.

Demonic cultivators love to bully the old, weak, sick and disabled the most, and they don't have any concept of bullying the weak. Instead, they particularly like to bully the weak. It is not said that a cultivator at the Taotai realm would let go of a talented disciple for the sake of face.

"I am Zhong Xinpeng, the Grand Elder of Guanchao Pavilion. Behind me is Su Jie, the Immortal Seed of Guiling Palace. This man killed Elder Zhang Xinming and Murong Yue. Fellow Taoists of Wanjian League, come and help me quickly."

At the same time, the spirit on the top-grade magic flying sword that escaped from the sky gathered its remaining strength and let out a deafening roar. The sound waves spread out and could be heard within a radius of a hundred miles, including the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance not far away.

"What? He is Su Jie. Elder Murong and Senior Brother Zhang died in the battle."

When Wei Qingwan heard the loud shout that spread in all directions, she shuddered all over and looked in disbelief.

She looked carefully at the figure on the fierce insect. The insect really looked like the Thousand-armed Centipede written on the wanted list. With that overly young face, Wei Qingwan opened her cherry lips wide and clenched her fists in anger: "How is it possible? How could Senior Brother Zhang die? Elder Murong is at the third level of the Daotai realm. How could Su Jie defeat him?"

"So that's how it is. Su Jie has already broken through the Daotai realm. No wonder."

Qin Mengying murmured to herself, no wonder Zhang Xinming was captured directly, but even so, Qin Mengying was still extremely shocked.

It is not easy to break through the Daotai realm, not to mention that after Su Jie broke through, he also killed Murong Yue, the third-level Daotai realm elder of the Wanjian League.

As for the truth of this, Qin Mengying is not an ignorant casual cultivator. That top-grade magic flying sword cannot be fake. She has also heard of Zhong Xinpeng's name. The Fire Cloud Palace and the Guanchao Pavilion are sworn enemies. As an immortal seedling of the Fire Cloud Palace, she is often informed by the elders of the sect about the situation of the sworn enemy.

Now, Zhong Xinpeng, a fourth-level cultivator of the Daotai realm, has been hunted down to the point where only his soul is left to escape. This shows how terrifying Su Jie is.

The thought of competing with Su Jie, the famous magic cultivator in Qingzhou, instantly turned into smoke and dissipated.

Her strength does not qualify her to fight Su Jie head-on, and she is aware of this.

"The demons of Qingzhou are so cruel, even more so than those of Chongzhou. They brazenly hunt down righteous cultivators in broad daylight, and they are cultivators at the Daotai realm."

Wei Lanchen's eyes flickered. Even in Chongzhou, where the magic was most prosperous in the Dali Dynasty, such a thing was very rare.

"Elder Zhong, you have offended me and yet you still want to escape. You want the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance to save you? That's wishful thinking. Even if the king of heaven comes today, I will take your life."

There was another thunderous vibration in the sky.

Along with the raging thunder and lightning, hundreds of purple sky thunders bombarded heavily, hitting the top-grade magic flying sword repeatedly.

The flying sword was blasted down from the sky and landed right in the Luochuan River.

The next moment, a shadow covered the cruise ship, and a thousand-armed centipede fell from the sky, blocking the sunlight completely. The strong wind caused by its wings blew the cruise ship up and down, and the people on the boat were blown to and fro.

Su Jie landed on the river and reached forward with his right hand.

Tens of thousands of pale corpse hands surged forward, gathering into a giant hand that seemed to cover both sides of the Luochuan River and grab them into the Luochuan River.

boom!
The Luochuan River was boiling, countless river water and mud were pushed away, and a flying sword with dazzling light was caught, still struggling. It was the top-grade magic weapon Shengang Sword. Zhong Xinpeng's broken soul was attached to it and was held tightly by Su Jie, with no way to escape.

"I am the Grand Elder of Guanchao Pavilion, you Su Jie."

Zhong Xinpeng looked at Su Jie with fear and wanted to bring up his own background.

But Su Jie didn't give him any chance at all. He clenched his big hand like a millstone, and his broken soul was like a burst bubble, completely shattered, and then sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in Han Ruyan's hand.

A powerful man at the fourth level of the Daotai realm fell at the hands of Su Jie.

"So much nonsense."

Su Jie shook his hands, looked at the gradually quieting Shengang Sword, and happily placed it in his palm, looking it up and down, grinning and said: "Good sword, good sword!"

Gum!

The cruise ship was shaking violently in the surging river water. On the deck of the ship, Wei Qingwan's throat moved, and she looked at Su Jie, who fell from the Thousand-Armed Centipede and stepped on the river surface with ferocious power, with her eyes wide open.

Although she knew that this was the murderer who killed Senior Brother Zhang and Elder Murong, she could not feel any anger. Instead, she felt cold all over and fear grew in her heart.

"So strong!"

This was Qin Mengying's only thought at the moment. Su Jie's strength made her, the prodigy of Qingzhou, feel a mountain of pressure. The two sides were not on the same level.

The old man surnamed Liu stood in front of Wei Lanchen unnoticeably, staring at Su Jie with a serious face.

Wei Lanchen looked at Su Jie inconspicuously, and subconsciously touched the gilded bracelet on his hand. Only this innate spiritual object could make him feel a little relieved. (End of this chapter)