Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The sword light was raging.

Ninety-nine sword moves crisscrossed the battlefield.

Holding the Void-Piercing Divine Sword, Chen Huangpi cut through everything in his path, from the east side of the foot of Wanjian Pavilion Mountain to the west side.

He didn't even blink.

He was already very powerful, and during this time he learned the sword techniques of the Tai Sui Sect Master, plus he fought swords with his master while sleeping at night. Perhaps his realm has not changed, but his combat power has become much stronger than before.

Those immortals were naturally no match for them.

They couldn't even stop him.

The only one who could rival Chen Huangpi was the old-timer, True Immortal Pine Daoist.

But at this moment, Song Daoren was also on the verge of collapse.

"You're attacking so recklessly, aren't you worried about running out of spiritual energy?"

Song Daoren's face flushed red, and he said to Chen Huangpi with uncontrollable rage, "The spiritual energy in Nandao Prefecture is barren. If you fight me like this, even if you win, you will only hurt the enemy eight hundred while losing a thousand of your own."

"Enough talk! Take this!!!"

Chen Huangpi didn't care about spiritual energy or anything like that; his fighting spirit was at its peak.

It can be said that this can be achieved without the aid of external forces.

Chen Huangpi had already regarded this Song Daoren as his whetstone.

They used all sorts of methods in turn.

Sword formations, spells, the evil fire of the Crimson Evil, the three black rings, and the fist techniques learned from the Shadow of Yama—all of them were tried on this Pine Daoist.

Even the power of the Demon Tree was activated by Chen Huangpi.

The surrounding vegetation exuded a strong sense of malice.

Now, even without entering the Six Yin God state, he can already contend with ordinary True Immortals.

Entering the Six Yin Divine State, one might be able to exchange a few blows with those top-tier experts at the pinnacle of True Immortal.

"Madman, madman!!!"

Song Daoren was extremely angry at this moment.

To be honest, he really thought Chen Huangpi must be crazy.

Otherwise, why would someone kill someone over a mere disagreement?

Moreover, as the murderer who killed the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, what right does he have to stand up for the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?

He's still arrogantly considering himself a worthy opponent in sword practice.

Does he really think he can beat me?
Chen Huangpi has gone mad, but Song Daoren has not.

After fighting until the very end, all the power in one's body is exhausted, and to recover would be virtually impossible in the current state of Nando Province.

A true immortal without power is still a true immortal.

It can still move within a small range in the river of time, and with such means, it can easily kill immortals.

But the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion still has a True Immortal!

"The law of heaven and earth!!!"

The Taoist priest's hair and beard bristled, and he suddenly swung his whisk.

The next second, an incredibly large, dark blue pine tree appeared behind Pine Daoist.

The so-called "following the laws of heaven and earth" is not some kind of supernatural power.

Rather, it is a method used by true immortals to open up the dantian world. Although the dantian world is not a real world, it is not a concept at all with the Dao Fruit world.

But the world of the dantian can also connect with heaven and earth.

Once connected, it can instantly transform into whatever exists in the world, drawing upon all sorts of terrifying forces within it.

With a flash, Song Daoren stood atop the pine tree.

Pine trees belong to the genus *Ficus*.

With wood as the foundation, the five elements can be activated.

"Thunderfire!!!"

Song Daoren waved his whisk at Chen Huangpi.

The next second, dark clouds gathered in the sky and swept in with a heavy, oppressive force.

Boom! ! ! !
A violent, silvery-white streak, mixed with raging flames, hurtled directly towards Chen Huangpi.

This is not a heavenly tribulation, but rather thunder and fire between heaven and earth.

But its power is already terrifying.

In an instant, wherever the lightning and fire passed, the surrounding space shattered inch by inch, stretching for hundreds of miles, as terrifying as the appearance of a monstrous dragon.

Chen Huangpi's brow creased into a sinister gaze, his pupils slightly constricted.

He was somewhat surprised by Song Daoren's methods. The true immortals he had encountered before were mostly sword cultivators, none of whom were skilled in such strange techniques.

The Evil Eye can see everything.

He is currently observing the Dharma body of the Pine Master.

The lightning and fire were about to strike.

Chen Huangpi instinctively tried to dodge.

But Daoist Song made a hand seal, and the pine tree image beneath his feet burst forth with a strange power, its countless roots plunging directly into the earth.

"The earth is sinking in all directions; you can't escape it!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

The ground beneath Chen Huangpi collapsed instantly, and an inexplicable force pressed down on him.

The force was like towering mountains.

Chen Huangpi felt as if he had lost weight, and was directly pressed to the ground. The ground beneath his feet seemed to generate a suction force, making him feel as if he were trapped in a swamp and could not move an inch.

With a loud bang!!!
The violent lightning and fire slammed into Chen Huangpi's body.

The earth was instantly cleaved into magma by that terrifying force, turning it into a fiery pool that emitted surging heat.

In this situation, an ordinary immortal would probably have already suffered a loss of vital energy.

But Master Song is, after all, a veteran immortal.

A phantom image of the river of time appeared in his eyes.

He saw what would happen in the future.

"Die!!"

Song Daoren's face was ferocious as he unleashed bolts of Five Elements Divine Thunder, along with rain, snow, flash floods, earthquakes, and fierce winds, all recklessly crashing into the thunder and fire.

But the more this happens.

Song Daoren felt increasingly terrified.

Because he foresaw what would happen in the future, his desperate efforts were not affected.

His various methods were completely ineffective against Chen Huangpi.

After the smoke and dust cleared up...

Song Daoren looked at the figure that was gradually becoming clearer with a look of horror.

"You hurt me!"

Chen Huangpi frowned and patted the dust off his clothes with some disgust.

His physical body was indeed not as strong as before.

I actually felt waves of intense pain.

If this Song Daoist were even stronger, he might actually be able to break through his defenses.

Seeing Chen Huangpi carrying his sword, acting as if nothing had happened, he was about to continue fighting him.

Song Daoren's expression changed drastically on the spot: "Fellow Daoist Chen, let's talk this out, let's talk this out!"

His methods weren't ineffective against Chen Huangpi.

It just can't break through the defenses.

What Song Daoren couldn't understand the most was...

Chen Huangpi's aura shows no signs of weakening, as if the spiritual energy within him is inexhaustible.

How to fight this?
Since they are both True Immortals, they both possess the same methods of time travel.

It's impossible to hit anything with it.

"Old man, bring out whatever trump cards you have up your sleeve."

Chen Huangpi said impatiently, "If you don't have it, don't blame me for chopping off your head right now."

He had already understood the method of manifesting heaven and earth.

However, he doesn't have a dantian world in his body right now, so if he wants to use it, he'll probably have to think about it some more.

His intuition told him that if he could use this Heaven and Earth Law, he would succeed.

Perhaps his prized possession, the giant millstone, can be put into practice in its early stages.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I was wrong before."

Song Daoren's expression changed, and he immediately apologized: "I apologize to you here. We are both True Immortals. I cannot kill you, and you cannot kill me. How about we make peace?"

"No way."

Chen Huangpi said, "My master told me that there are too many heroes in the world, but there are also quite a few old, weak, sick and disabled people. I've been getting beaten up every day recently, and I finally met someone I can match. How could I possibly let him retire to the mountains?"

This Taoist Song wants to steal things from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

That would be tantamount to stealing Chen Huangpi's things.

Although he is very generous to his own people, he is very particular about dealing with outsiders and never holds grudges.

Song Daoren was so angry at Chen Huangpi that he laughed.

"Your swordsmanship may be powerful, but how easy do you think it is to kill me?"

"I'm only concerned about spiritual energy and others. Do you really want to fight me to the death?"

"You've misunderstood. I didn't mean to fight you."

Chen Huangpi said impatiently, "What I mean is, use all your tricks before you die, and let me see if there's anything I want. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you right now."

"Alright, I agree."

Song Daoren nodded, feeling that Chen Huangpi was mocking him.

They look down on their own methods.

The sword techniques this person used were beyond my comprehension; he clearly had an extraordinary background. How could he possibly be interested in my humble, insignificant family's inherited methods?

Thinking of this, Master Song took a deep breath.

The pine tree statue at his feet gradually began to wither.

The Longevity Sect has a secret method.

This secret method was inspired by the teachings of a great emperor in the celestial realm.

It can be linked to time.

However, this method is too taxing, and Master Song does not want to use it unless absolutely necessary.

But for now, all we can do is rely on our limited knowledge.

As the pine tree gradually withered.

Song Daoren's aura became even stronger, and an uncontrollable vitality surged from his body.

"The cycle of flourishing and decay occurs every year, somewhat like the Dao of the Eastern Emperor."

Chen Huangpi's evil eyes took in everything.

He had seen the Great Emperor Donghua make a move before. The Great Emperor Donghua's Dao encompassed the Dao of withering and flourishing. However, what this Pine Daoist was using had nothing to do with the Dao; it was merely a method.

It's nothing more than a poor imitation.

However, although it is an imitation, it has some merits.

Chen Huangpi then felt the fluctuations of the river of time.

"kill!!!!"

Song Daoren roared, and his body burst forth with boundless light.

Then, countless rays of light rushed towards Chen Huangpi.

But the weird thing is.

Chen Huangpi, however, did not feel the slightest threat.

He was even somewhat insecure, gripping the Void-Piercing Divine Sword tightly, his internal organs trembling violently as he used the sword light to create a shield to protect himself.

However, after all the brilliance faded.

Chen Huangpi felt no attack, and his face instantly turned angry.

Look around again.

Where is that Taoist priest now?

"What kind of bullshit secret technique is that? It's just the tortoise's escape method!"

Three black rings emerged behind Chen Huangpi. He could sense that Song Daoren had directly entered the River of Time, and that his Longevity Sect's method indeed possessed the power of withering and flourishing.

However, this power of flourishing and decay is linked to the passage of time.

This allows him to travel to a point in time further back.

A normal immortal would actually jump to a more distant past with him, and could only watch him escape without a trace.

Fortunately, Chen Huangpi is not a normal immortal.

He also has three black rings.

This power comes from that mud Buddha, a power that is close to the Tao.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Chen Huangpi reached out, and three black rings appeared directly on his arm.

The black ring representing the past suddenly expanded, encompassing the present and the future.

……

In the past.

Song Daoren and his group had not yet encountered Chen Huangpi.

Suddenly, a terrifying light flashed in Song Daoren's eyes, and his aura instantly weakened.

The cultivators standing nearby were shocked to see this.

"Senior Song, what's wrong...?"

"nothing."

Song Daoren looked around and saw that it was just the beginning of their journey, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I suddenly remembered that I forgot to activate the formation of the cave when I left. Please wait here for me. I will be back in a moment."

Having said that, Master Song turned and fled without hesitation.

At the same time, a dense aura of death emanated from his body.

His face was covered with age spots.

Sweat dripped from his armpits, and his hair was dry and brittle.

The Longevity Sect's secret technique was indeed used to escape, but doing so came at a price.

At that moment, Song Daoren immediately experienced the five signs of decay of the celestial beings.

The further back in time the jump goes, the more terrifying the decline of the celestial body becomes during Song Daoren's return to his original time. It is truly possible that he will die of old age during this process.

Fortunately, Song Daoren did not dare to jump too far in time.

Therefore, even if his vital energy is severely damaged and his cultivation level drops, he can still survive.

As for why he didn't even have the thought of killing or rescuing these cultivators.

It is because they are people who will inevitably die in the future.

They will definitely die in some way.

At least Song Daoren couldn't change the fate of these people.

Even beings that are close to the Dao are unwilling to do such a thing.

But at this moment.

A terrifying sword aura attacked from behind.

"You old bastard, die!!!"

"what?"

Song Daoren was greatly alarmed. He turned around and saw Chen Huangpi carrying a sword, flying over with murderous intent.

How did this person do that?
I had already fled to the past, trying to completely avoid Chen Huangpi, but he attacked just like me. Could it be that he also knows the secret techniques of the Longevity Sect?
But in the midst of a life-or-death crisis.

Song Daoren didn't have time to think about any of that. He gritted his teeth and was about to use that secret technique again.

"Go ahead and follow me if you dare!"

Song Daoren wanted to jump to an even earlier time; he didn't believe Chen Huangpi could really do it without paying any price.

This hits Chenhuangpi right where it hurts.

With his current strength, he cannot achieve the kind of independence from the river of time that is close to the Dao.

He's already at his limit to chase them this far.

Therefore, Chen Huangpi took out a black coffin.

Everything about the ability to control time.

Nothing will work against this black coffin.

puff……

Song Daoren coughed up blood, his whole body trembled, and the death aura around him became even stronger.

This method actually failed.

He suffered a backlash, a very severe one.

Even when Chen Huangpi came right up to him, he couldn't even fight back.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, let's talk this out..."

With a clang!
The sword flashed.

Song Daoren's head was cut off on the spot.

A ghostly soul disappeared into the Book of Souls.

Chen Huangpi, holding Song Daoren's head, said angrily, "Who said we're fellow Daoists? I've already said we're not familiar with each other. If you had used all your skills, I might have let you live a little longer. Why did you have to force me to kill you?"

After he finished speaking, the black ring on his arm started to turn again, and he disappeared completely.

Song Daoren never knew this until his death.

How did Chenhuangpi achieve this?

However, a powerful expert who has reached the pinnacle of True Immortal would definitely be able to see the extraordinary nature of these three black rings.

These three black rings possess characteristics almost akin to the Dao itself.

Chen Huangpi's leap to the past may seem like a surprising move, but it was actually like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

If a true immortal at the pinnacle of existence were to obtain these three black rings, they would surely be able to ascend to the heavens in one step with these three black rings, achieving combat power at the half-step approaching the Dao.

Even if a true immortal wanted to kill Song Daoren, they wouldn't need to go through all this trouble.

They could kill him instantly.

……

After returning to the original point in time.

Chen Huangpi grew angrier the more he thought about it.

If only I had used the black coffin from the beginning, I would have forced Song Daoren to fight me using his own magic.

This way, he can force the other party to use more methods, and if there are any that are useful, he will remember them.

Right now, we'll just kill them.

This idea thus fell through.

“Family member, this is the first time you have actually killed a true immortal. You don’t even praise yourself, but you’re acting like you’ve swallowed a fly.”

"Brother, I want to eat flies too."

"Little Chen, be good. Flies don't taste good. I'll take you to eat centipedes later. They're delicious when roasted."

Chen Huangpi comforted Xiao Chenchen.

He then waved his hand at the brass oil lamp and said, "This Song Daoist is disgusting. He learned a little bit of the Eastern Emperor's style, but he didn't even learn a bit of his toughness. All he knows is to be an old turtle."

The brass oil lamp replied, "My lord, that's not how it works. Emperor Donghua was tough, but he died a horrible death. It was Song Daoren's tortoise technique that truly saved his life."

"The tortoise method is also called a method?"

Chen Huangpi said disdainfully, "I have a coffin given to me by my master. If I had taken it out earlier, he wouldn't have been able to escape."

"Master, so is the soul of this Pine Daoist still of any use to you?"

As the covenant master.

The soul of anyone killed by Chen Huangpi will enter the Book of Souls.

It's just not as convenient as signing a contract and letting the vengeful spirit kill you.

When he takes his share, the vengeful spirit gains many benefits.

"What use is this soul?"

Chen Huangpi said nonchalantly, "Agui, you can do whatever you want. Just find one method from his memory and give it to me. You can take the rest."

"Yes, Master." The Soul Reaper was overjoyed; Chen Huangpi had killed a hundred people this time.

Among them was a true immortal, and there were many other immortals as well.

In this way, it will not only become stronger, but also have more means at its disposal.

Soon, the vengeful spirit selected a method from each of these souls.

Chen Huangpi glanced at the scene and felt even more disappointed.

There wasn't a single one he liked.

He can achieve similar effects with almost all methods, and may even be more powerful.

The only one I can stand.

This is the method by which Song Daoren manipulates time using the power of decay and prosperity.

"Marking the boat to find the sword, what a strange name."

“Master, this method seems to have some interest.”

The ghost of death suddenly said, "Going against the flow of time requires enduring the five signs of decay in the celestial realm. Song Daoren couldn't withstand it, but you, my master, seem to have no such worries."

Chen Huangpi asked in confusion, "But I have the Black Ring, which can achieve the same effect. Besides, what can I do with the Reversal of Time? The timeline of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty has been destroyed, so it can't be reversed for very long."

"That's true."

Leaving aside the distant past, let's look at the most recent timeline.

It seems that the leader of the Bailingtian cult has muddied things out.

Unless Chen Huangpi sets up a grand formation like the Tai Sui Sect, with the Sword Formation Dao Fruit as its core, he cannot defy fate and gain ten thousand years of time, and even then, it can only last for one day and one night.

It won't affect anything after it's all over.

As for the so-called "marking the boat to find the sword," it seems even more useless.

True immortals wouldn't even look at them, nor would they need them.

Those below the True Immortal level cannot go far in the reverse flow.

When faced with a formidable opponent, there's no escaping it even if you go against the current.

Moreover, true immortals can foresee events that will occur some time in the future. If a true immortal is powerful, they would not give the other party the opportunity to use this technique.

The ghost thought about it and realized that what Chen Huangpi said made sense.

This method is indeed useless.

It's not as useful as the method of observing the heavens and the earth.

And this time.

Chen Huangpi frowned and looked in the direction of Wanjian Pavilion.

He's killed so many people outside.

Why hasn't anyone from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion come out to say hello yet?

He's not here to freeload.

I just wanted to look after my senior brother's family business.

"I'm a little disappointed with the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "If someone came to my Jingxian Temple, I certainly wouldn't leave them hanging like this, but they actually did such a thing."

"It's your fault for not mentioning that you killed Yi Qingzhou when you sent the visiting card. If you had, he would have come out to see you long ago."

"Huang Er, do you think I'm stupid?"

Chen Huangpi said angrily, "What if people misunderstand if I say that? Yi Qingzhou's mother is a famous sword immortal. If she were to fight me to the death without explanation, it would be a huge misunderstanding."

Just based on what Yi Qingzhou said.

Chen Huangpi could easily imagine how much Yi Qingzhou's mother loved this son.

Heart to heart.

Chen Huangpi didn't want to say such cruel things directly.

We need to calm things down and come up with an explanation.

After all, he was his elder.

And just then.

The sword peaks surrounding the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion slowly emitted terrifying sword light.

The sword lights merged together.

This formed a large formation.

Chen Huangpi was stunned: "Is this a mountain-protecting formation? What is the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion trying to do? Could it be that a powerful enemy is coming to attack?"

……

Inside the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

The sword cultivators all looked horrified.

Meanwhile, the True Immortal Yi Tingqiu, who was now in charge of the overall situation, had a gloomy face and pushed the mountain-protecting formation to its limit.

A powerful enemy is attacking! A powerful enemy is attacking!
Chen Huangpi, who called himself the leader of the Tai Sui Cult, was a bloodthirsty man. He killed all the cultivators, including Song Daoren, without a word.

Moreover, they overheard the gist of it.

It seems that Chen Huangpi also killed Yi Qingzhou, the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, who had left many years ago.

And they were utterly shameless, claiming that the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was their family's foundation.

This is going to cause the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to change hands!

The key is.

Yi Tingqiu was extremely angry.

How could two True Immortals suddenly appear in Nandao Prefecture?

As for Daoist Song, he knew of this person's existence, but after the changes in the world, this person never appeared again, and he had long assumed that this person was dead.

And Chen Huangpi, this thief who appeared out of nowhere.

He looks like he's just entered the realm of true immortals.

However, his strength and methods are frighteningly powerful.

Especially those sword techniques, Yi Tingzhou couldn't tell at all where they came from.

It seems that the Tai Sui Sect doesn't actually have these ninety-nine sword moves.

Little did Yi Tingqiu know that these ninety-nine sword moves came from the Tai Sui Sect Master. Not to mention ordinary disciples, even veteran True Immortals like the Tai Xuan Sword Master might not be able to learn them.

The Tai Sui Cult Leader had not used his Ninety-Nine Sword Techniques since his defeat at the hands of Master Chen Huangpi.

Unless it's someone you know intimately, almost like a Taoist.

Otherwise, one would certainly not be able to recognize where it came from.

"We absolutely cannot let this person in."

"Even if it exhausts the resources of my Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, we must maintain the operation of the mountain-protecting formation."

"If he comes in, how can we possibly survive?"

Everyone was convinced that Chen Huangpi had come to kill them and to seize the Myriad Swords Pavilion.

But at this moment.

A voice that stood out from the crowd rang out.

"What's wrong with you people?"

"I, the leader of this sect, have come to pay my respects, yet you treat me like a thief."

"Do you think I'm some heinous bandit?!"

"Chenhuangpi!!!!!"

At that moment, everyone was filled with terror.

They watched with bated breath as the figure in the black Taoist robe swaggered into the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

"How did you get in...?"

Yi Tingqiu's voice was somewhat incredulous. This mountain-protecting formation was set up by her brother-in-law before his death. Even if it was not a true immortal, it would trigger an alarm if someone who was close to the Dao entered.

Instead, I'm faced with this dried yellow peel.

There wasn't even the slightest sign of obstruction.

If it weren't for the fact that the protective mountain formation was constantly in operation, Yi Tingqiu would have suspected that the formation was old and dilapidated and completely useless.

But how is this possible?

Song Daoren and his group only wanted to loiter at the door and freeload.

Who dares to trespass on this protective mountain formation?
"Stop imagining things."

Chen Huangpi said unhappily, "I walked in here. I know all the secrets of your mountain-protecting formation. This formation can't protect your own people."

"Also, I killed Yi Qingzhou."

"But Yi Qingzhou is my senior brother. He asked me to kill him willingly. There's no point in telling you these things. I want to see your sect leader. I'm here to deliver something."

Having said that, Chen Huangpi slapped the Soul-Calling Book.

Yi Qingzhou's frozen head, along with the sword sheath formed from the nascent Dao Fruit, all flew out.

"Young Master!!"

"It really is the young master! He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!"

"Oh, when I cut off my senior brother's head, he certainly didn't close his eyes."

Chen Huangpi scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "When I froze his head, I should have pulled down his eyelids too, but I assure you, he died easily and without much pain."

These words enraged everyone even more.

Yi Tingqiu, on the other hand, seemed to have grasped the meaning of it.

Especially when he saw the scabbard that was the prototype of the Dao Fruit.

His heart was pounding.

Yi Qingzhou, his good nephew.

He actually took that step and left behind his legacy.

The aura emanating from this sword sheath belongs to Yi Qingzhou.

Any cultivator who obtains this sword sheath, as long as they do not aspire to approach the Dao, can use it to achieve a half-step closer to the Dao, truly achieving a leap to heaven.

"Calm down, everyone."

Yi Tingqiu stepped down from his high position and said in a deep voice, "My nephew Qingzhou almost reached the Dao before he died. How could a true immortal kill him? What Chen Huangpi said is not an exaggeration."

Hear this.

Only then did everyone react.

Yes, although Yi Qingzhou betrayed Wan Jian Ge, everyone knows what happened back then.

That was the Pavilion Master's own son, and he had even become a disciple of that being to cultivate.

With his talent, it's not impossible for him to reach that level.

Although Chen Huangpi is powerful, he is only a True Immortal, and not even a True Immortal at the peak. His idea of ​​killing Yi Qingzhou is simply wishful thinking.

In fact, that's exactly what they thought.

Yi Qingzhou killed himself through Chen Huangpi.

And why didn't we do it this way before?

First, Chen Huangpi is too weak and cannot break through his defenses.

Secondly, Yi Qingzhou had his own pride. He was, after all, an immortal, and how could an immortal die at the hands of a mortal?

Looking at the Wan Jian Ge members who had calmed down.

Chen Huangpi breathed a sigh of relief. These people did have some brains, otherwise he really wouldn't have bothered to explain anymore.

"We were unaware of the truth beforehand, which led to the misunderstanding."

Yi Tingqiu said directly, "It's not that we don't know how to treat guests, it's just that recently our Wanjian Pavilion has become a frightened bird. We hope Fellow Daoist Chen can be more tolerant."

"However, I'm afraid Fellow Daoist Chen will not be able to see my sect master."

"Why?"

Chen Huangpi was puzzled. Could it be that Yi Qingzhou's sword immortal mother was also in seclusion?

At that moment, Yi Tingqiu explained, "Fellow Daoist, as you have seen, my Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion only has one True Immortal, and not many Immortals. It's only because my eldest sister led people to the Heavenly River Battlefield that things are like this. Otherwise, it would not be like this."

Why go to the Tianhe battlefield?

"I don't know, but a while ago a senior from the Jietian Sect came and seemed to have said something to my elder sister in private. Then my elder sister ignored our advice and left without looking back."

"There's still no news, maybe it's my older sister..."

At this point, Yi Tingqiu's face turned bitter, and she could no longer continue.

Upon hearing the words "Intercepting Heaven Sect".

Chen Huangpi suddenly had a very bad feeling.

The Jietian Sect is no longer one of the three major sects of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Instead, the decision-making power rested with the Dao Lord of Taixu, who was depicted within the outline, and the other four Dao Lords.

Or rather, they all became part of that outline.

What is its purpose?

Although Chen Huangpi didn't know the specifics, he was definitely after Xuanzhen Daojie.

But the problem is.

Why did they lure the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to the Heavenly River Battlefield?
"This is really bad."

Chen Huangpi said anxiously, "Listen carefully, the Jietian Sect is in big trouble. Do not contact them. I'm going to the Tianhe Battlefield right now. Maybe I can still rescue your sect leader."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Upon seeing this, Yi Tingqiu hurriedly called out, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please wait."

"What? Is there anything else you need?"

"Fellow Daoist Chen, the Heavenly River Battlefield is extremely dangerous. Your cultivation is only True Immortal. What if you go there and don't return?"

"You think too much."

Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "I have my own ways of protecting myself, and the Tianhe Battlefield can't do anything to me."

He was accompanied by an old madman who was almost a Taoist priest.

Is there anyone on the Tianhe battlefield who can defeat the old madman?
“Fellow Daoist Chen, you came all this way to deliver Qingzhou’s body and this sword sheath, and you left without even having a cup of tea. How are we supposed to face Qingzhou’s spirit in heaven?”

Yi Tingqiu tried again to persuade Chen Huangpi to stay.

But Chen Huangpi said impatiently, "What's wrong with you? Your older sister is about to die. I need to go save her, but you're telling me to have a cup of tea here before I leave. How can you, at your age, not even know what's important and what's urgent?"

He really looked down on Yi Qingzhou's uncle.

“It’s not that he can’t distinguish between what’s important and what’s urgent.”

"He's so good at distinguishing between them."

The sound of the brass oil lamp echoed in Chen Huangpi's mind: "On the contrary, it is you who is distracted by one thing and unable to distinguish between what is important and what is urgent!"

This time.

Chen Huangpi's expression immediately turned cold.

He tilted his head, glanced at Yi Tingqiu, and then looked at the others around him.

"I can leave, but Yi Qingzhou's sword sheath has to stay, right?"

"Yes, it's the young master's head..."

"That child must be laid to rest."

At this point, some people had already understood the meaning behind the person in charge of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. They were somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that this matter was indeed a bit too petty.

If the Pavilion Master were still alive, he certainly wouldn't have said such a thing.

But now the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is indeed in big trouble, so they can understand Yi Tingqiu's thoughts. Therefore, even if they are dissatisfied, they can only grit their teeth and bear it.

Chen Huangpi looked at the cultivator who wanted Yi Qingzhou's head and wanted to bury it.

He smiled and said, "At least you guys still have some conscience."

"However, I cannot give you either the scabbard or my head."

“I promised my senior brother that I would deliver it to your sect leader, who is also my aunt. I don’t trust anyone else.”

Chen Huangpi himself wouldn't have any designs on that sword sheath.

But he couldn't be sure what others might think.

As for who Yi Qingzhou's mother would give the scabbard to afterward, or whether she would keep it for herself, he had no opinion.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is a true gentleman."

Upon hearing this, Yi Tingqiu said with shame, "As Qingzhou's uncle, I have indeed acted somewhat like a petty person. However, Fellow Daoist Chen, if Qingzhou knew the current situation of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, he would definitely want to leave the sword sheath behind as well."

"Who will get it if we keep it?"

Chen Huangpi stared at Yi Tingqiu without any politeness.

Yi Tingqiu was speechless.

He hadn't expected Chen Huangpi to speak so sharply, leaving him in a dilemma of whether to speak or not.

Fortunately, he had his trusted confidants here.

Then someone said in a deep voice, "The scabbard is important. Obtaining it can help one achieve half of the path. Currently, Yi Tingqiu is in charge of the overall situation, and he is the only True Immortal at present. Naturally, it should be given to him."

In terms of strength and status.

It must all be Yi Tingqiu.

Even if the Pavilion Master hadn't died, no one would have objected if they found out later.

Chen Huangpi shook his head: "When I come back, I will naturally hand these two things over to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, but not now."

"But……"

"No buts!"

With a loud clang!

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword immediately unleashed a sharp sword light!

Chen Huangpi said coldly, "If it weren't for the fact that there are still people who want to give my senior brother a proper burial, and if it weren't for my senior brother's sake, I would have already killed someone based on what you've said."

"Don't give me that nonsense about how tough things are for your Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion right now."

"That won't work on me."

"Get out of my way, don't block my way to the Tianhe battlefield to rescue people."

"It's too late."

Yi Tingqiu sighed and said helplessly, "My eldest sister is already dead. There's no one you can save. Chen Huangpi, you really leave me feeling helpless."

After saying that, he took out a large gray flag.

"Why don't you leave that scabbard behind and go to the Tianhe battlefield to die?"

"It's just in time to send out another embryo."

"Yi Tingqiu, what do you mean by this? And what is this big flag?"

His confidant's expression changed drastically, as if he had realized something.

Yi Tingqiu said expressionlessly, "There's no other way. I didn't want to expose myself at this time, but I'm really afraid that my nephew Qingzhou's sword sheath will fall into someone else's hands."

clap clap clap...

Chen Huangpi couldn't help but clap his hands and cheer: "So, you, the younger brother of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master, became an undercover agent for the Intercepting Heaven Sect. If I hadn't come, would you have continued to pretend indefinitely?"

"It can't be faked for that long."

Yi Tingqiu said frankly, "Apart from Song Daoren, whom I overlooked, everyone else in Nandao Prefecture is an immortal. They are just immortals; I don't care about them."

"This mountain-protecting formation can't do anything to you, but this banner in my hand might be a different story."

"That's not possible."

Chen Huangpi grinned: "Do you know why your mountain-protecting formation is ineffective against me?"

"Naturally, it was my nephew Qingzhou who told you the secret of this formation."

"You guessed half right."

Chen Huangpi nodded: "But if you think you can kill me with this tattered flag in your hand, you're being far too presumptuous."

As he spoke, he slapped the Soul-Catching Book.

In an instant, hundreds of gray flags appeared out of thin air.

Each of the large banners could stir up gray mist, and they were all exactly the same as the weapon Yi Tingqiu relied on.

These gray banners belonged to the disciples of the Jietian Sect brought by the Underworld God, but they were all killed. The Grand Duke of Tai Sui didn't care for these things, so he gave them all to Chen Huangpi.

Upon seeing this, Yi Tingqiu froze completely.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi sneered and said, "Look how scared you are. Don't be afraid, I'll put them all away now."

As he spoke, he put them all back into the Soul-Hooking Book.

Then, before Yi Tingqiu could recover...

Chen Huangpi said maliciously, "Old madman, you've seen it all. Should I clean house for you, or will you do it yourself?"

"I'll do it myself."

The old madman emerged from the void with a gloomy expression.

There was a pop.

Yi Tingqiu collapsed to the ground, pointing at the old madman, her voice trembling and hoarse, "Sister...brother-in-law, you're not dead...I, I..." (End of Chapter)