Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 354 Only by Fighting Can We Talk

"Some things are better left unsaid!"

"Some things are better left unsaid!" Yang Jian's chilling voice came from behind Qiu Chuji, almost startling him.

Qiu Chuji suppressed his fleeting smile, turned around in surprise, and then clasped his hands in a fist and bow: "This humble Taoist Qiu Chuji greets the God of Justice."

"To know so many past events and possess such cultivation, yet not being listed among the immortals, who exactly are you?" Yang Jian looked intently at Qiu Chuji, the Heavenly Eye mark between his brows faintly appearing, as if trying to see through Qiu Chuji's past and future.

However, even with the wondrous power of the Heavenly Eye between Yang Jian's brows, it was impossible to penetrate an entire mythological world and then radiate to all the heavens to see Qiu Chuji's origins and background.

Unless he can break the limitations and leave this mythical world.

But that's easier said than done.
Qiu Chuji was able to easily leave his original world because he possessed the Jade Void Bell, a supreme treasure, and the upper limit of the world he belonged to was not high, so breaking out was not difficult.

Yang Jian lives in a mythological world where the lowest level is Golden Immortal, a level that Yang Jian hasn't even reached yet.

Therefore, under Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye, he could only see that the Taoist in front of him was without beginning or end, without origin or background, and extremely mysterious.

This unpredictability both alerted Yang Jian and secretly brought him some joy.

The Heavenly Rules are not only legal constraints, but also the inherent destiny of all beings in the Three Realms.

To break free from fate, there must be external intervention that transcends or exists outside of fate.

"You are not a being of this realm?"

"Visitor from outside the territory?"

"What is the matter?" Yang Jian asked the second question before launching his attack without any hesitation.

As the Heavenly God of Justice, he was arrogant and conceited. Even though he roughly guessed that Qiu Chuji had no ill intentions and was pleasantly surprised by his unique background, he still planned to capture Qiu Chuji first and then inquire about the cause and effect in detail, or even recruit him for his own use.

Have a good communication?

The Taoist priest in front of you must first prove that he is qualified!

Clang! ! !
Qiu Chuji instantly understood Yang Jian's thoughts, swallowed back the words he was about to say, and instead drew his longsword.

Coincidentally, he was also eager to know just how powerful this renowned Erlang Shenjun was.

Even if the Erlang Shen in front of me is not the strongest one.

With a single sword strike, the wooden hut where Chenxiang had been standing instantly cracked open, the sword light tearing through the clouds and piercing the darkness, soaring straight into the sky.

Qiu Chuji did it on purpose!

He could guess how strong Yang Jian was just by imagining it. To be honest, Yang Jian was far stronger than he could handle head-on. So if he didn't want to be beaten too badly, he would have to use some tricks.

To be more despicable, one would use agarwood as a shield to make Yang Jian hesitate to act rashly.

However, this would be putting the cart before the horse, offending Yang Jian and Chen Xiang, and thus he would be unable to complete his mission.

Similarly, this does not align with Qiu Chuji's own style and habits. Although he used appropriate tactics in the fight, which could not be described as "despicable," using others as a shield still does not conform to Qiu Chuji's personal preferences.

Besides the methods mentioned above, the only way to restrict Yang Jian is to deliberately abandon the activation of the restraining power and instead create a large-scale light and shadow effect.

Yang Jian doesn't want Chenxiang to be exposed and attract the attention and pursuit of the Heavenly Court, so he will definitely try to cover it up. With his mind and attention divided like this, he can only retain about 50% or 60% of his strength to fight Qiu Chuji.

Even at his full potential, Yang Jian was no match for Qiu Chuji.

If it's 50-60%... there's a chance to fight.

The thought flashed through his mind in an instant. Qiu Chuji's calculations were flawless. As expected, Yang Jian waved his sleeve to cover the surroundings, thus neutralizing the effect of Qiu Chuji's sword strike.

At the same time, divine light emanated from the third eye between his eyebrows, intending to immobilize Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji stepped on the Five Elements, and the terrifying sword energy he carried with him pressed out horizontally, shaking the space and stirring up a surging wave of primordial energy. It not only met the divine light of the Heavenly Eye, but also stirred up the surrounding barriers, attempting to destroy Yang Jian's concealment.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and with a flick of his hand, as if the world were upside down, he dragged Qiu Chuji into an inverted world.

Then, with a turn of his body, he transformed into a silver-armored deity hundreds of feet tall.

The divine being's punch landed with the power to forever suppress mountains and rivers, pressing down on Qiu Chuji so much that he could hardly breathe.

Compared to the physique of this divine being, Qiu Chuji's slightly complacent physical body seemed rather insignificant.

The gap is still too big.

"You have supernatural powers, I have divine skills!"

On the tip of Qiu Chuji's sword, the five elements rotated, and the yin and yang energies burst forth. The five elements, together with yin and yang, began to rapidly mobilize their power, shifting and twisting.

The sword shattered the instant the god's fist collided with the sword's edge.

Half of Qiu Chuji's body was covered in cracks, like shattered glass.

The deep cracks ran down his wrist and arm to his shoulder, and finally spread to most of his body.

But at the same time, an even greater force began to reverse and be sent back into the silver-armored god's body.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth (Immortal Version)!
Qiu Chuji absorbed the force of Yang Jian's punch after he transformed into the Heaven and Earth, and then, in a very brief instant, he wrapped this force with his sword energy and sword intent, flipped it back, and sent it into Yang Jian's body.

The silver-armored deity took a half step back, and a loud explosion erupted from his massive body. For a moment, the silver divine light flowing throughout his body dimmed.

Qiu Chuji's move was quite powerful.

With a successful strike, Qiu Chuji's half-body shattered and repaired itself with the help of the Five Elements power. While healing his injuries, he drew another sword from thin air and thrust it straight at the enemy, his sword intent...lonely and cold.

This is a soul-severing, heart-piercing sword strike. Yang Jian has a wound in his heart, bleeding for thousands of years, and it has yet to heal.

Therefore, Qiu Chuji used his sword intent to shake his mind.

In an instant, man and sword became one, and all the sorrows and grief of the world were condensed on the sword's edge.

The sword, like the tip of a pen, pierces straight into the soul.

A clash between the strong is also a clash of those who control information.

Qiu Chuji didn't know Yang Jian inside and out, but he knew quite a bit about him, while Yang Jian knew absolutely nothing about Qiu Chuji.

This information asymmetry has greatly narrowed the gap in hard power between the two sides.

Swish!
With a single sword thrust, the enormous silver-armored deity vanished, replaced by Yang Jian, now clad in silver armor, wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword. He leaped back dozens of meters, looking down upon Qiu Chuji from his elevated position.

"What a unique move!"

"Your path is exceptionally unique!"

As expected of Yang Jian, he broke free from the sword intent so quickly.

Having witnessed Qiu Chuji's methods, he seemed to have a greater desire to communicate with him.

"Enough talk! Let's go again!" Qiu Chuji knew that one sword strike like that wasn't enough.

For Yang Jian, that was only somewhat interesting, but not very interesting.

Since that's the case, let's stop talking and keep fighting.

"it is good!"

As Yang Jian responded, he appeared to Qiu Chuji's right. His spinning three-pointed double-edged sword struck out, and Qiu Chuji felt as if he were trapped in a whirlpool in a vast ocean, finding it difficult to escape. This seemingly simple thrust was actually a complex interplay of water, wind, gravity, and other rules. Even those who possess some understanding of the rules that could effectively counter it would be trapped without a precisely counteracting composite set of rules at their disposal.

All five elements are destroyed!

The power of the five elements around Qiu Chuji erupted, and the Qi of the five elements exploded in chaos, ruthlessly destroying the restrictions.

Upon closer inspection, Yang Jian's blade tip had already pierced his brow, and the sharp divine power had almost touched his primordial spirit.

Even though Qiu Chuji repeatedly set limits, restricting the upper limit of Yang Jian's current strength, his power still made Qiu Chuji tremble with fear.

This is a kind of composure that allows one to remain in control of all things, no matter how changeable they may be.

Supernatural powers, magic, melee combat, ranged attacks, divination, mental attacks, rule interference... Yang Jian has almost no weaknesses, making him a true all-rounder.

Consider this: in the Investiture of the Gods, where powerful magical artifacts appeared and disappeared unpredictably, and ancient cultivators from all sides occasionally revealed their abilities, Yang Jian almost never suffered a defeat. This alone is enough to demonstrate his versatility.

In the instant his primordial spirit was bound, Qiu Chuji forcibly activated the rules of spacetime, reversing a fraction of a second of spacetime around him to resolve the crisis of being subdued in that instant, and thrust out the sword in his hand.

This sword strike transcends time and space, as if from beyond the heavens, all of us simultaneously wield our swords.

Although the sword energy is confined to different worlds, the subtle sword intent is displayed in various forms through Qiu Chuji as a bridge.

This sword strike was both strong and weak.

What was depicted was a brand new 'future', and Yang Jian was momentarily lost in thought.

He was a strong man with ambition, so when he saw the phenomena of the heavens, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

This sword strike is specifically designed for powerful individuals who are confined to a particular world.

If the Yang Jian before them was merely an avatar of the celestial Erlang Shen, then Qiu Chuji's sword strike would have had no effect whatsoever.

It is precisely because of its unique characteristics that Qiu Chuji's sword strike was so effective.

Qiu Chuji's sword was also pressed against Yang Jian's throat; if it were thrust forward even a hair's breadth, it would slit his throat.

At the same time, the sharp sword energy would also surge into Yang Jian's body, causing considerable damage to his primordial spirit.

Yang Jian opened his third eye between his eyebrows, and divine light shone forth, freezing the sword in Qiu Chuji's hand.

Ding!
Qiu Chuji's sword broke again.

After brushing away the crumbs, Qiu Chuji asked, "Was it a draw, or was there a winner and a loser just now?"

Qiu Chuji proved himself and had no intention of continuing the fight.

Although he still has many tricks up his sleeve, he has basically revealed most of his trump cards. If he fights again... if he fights again, he will really embarrass himself!

Yang Jian sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, transforming it into a folding fan in his hand. At the same time, his silver armor changed into a black robe.

The world turned upside down, the inverted world vanished, and the two returned to the normal world.

"Master, you are truly skilled! Yang Jian is in awe!"

"How about we go to Guanjiang Estuary for a drink together?"

Sure enough, after fighting and witnessing Qiu Chuji's strength, Yang Jian no longer regarded Qiu Chuji as an arrogant person who only talked big.

After all, when a capable person utters some boastful words, it's out of boundless pride.

Only those who lack ability and spout nonsense are unreliable.

"That is my wish, I dare not ask!" Qiu Chuji agreed with a smile, then pointed to Chenxiang, who was trembling in the corner.

"Should we bring him along too? After all, what we're about to discuss is closely related to him."

Chenxiang shrank back, instinctively resisting, but when he met his uncle's gaze, the refusal that was on the tip of his tongue turned into a firm reply: "Of course I'm going! What you want to talk about is how to save my mother, right!"

Qiu Chuji did not answer.

Yang Jian did not answer.

"Right...?" Chenxiang tried hard to get an answer.

Yang Jian waved his sleeve, creating a gust of wind, and pulled the two of them to the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

Before even entering the house, Yang Jian stopped when he saw the bright lights shining from afar. He turned to Qiu Chuji and said, “Fellow Daoist! Unfortunately, there’s something inconvenient at home. But Meishan isn’t far from here. Let’s change our route and go to Meishan. We can enjoy the plum blossoms all over the mountain while we drink wine. That would be wonderful.”

Qiu Chuji nodded, "Of course it's acceptable."

Chenxiang, however, lacked tact and asked directly, "Uncle! Aren't we already at the doorstep? Is there anything inconvenient?"

"Could it be that my uncle is keeping a mistress at home and doesn't want me, his nephew, to see it?"

Agarwood wore a 'naive' wicked smile on its face, as if it had never been through the harsh realities of the world.

Before his uncle Yang Jian revealed his true colors, he was quite dependent on and close to him.

"Shut up!" Yang Jian felt a headache coming on. Although he was also unruly back then, he matured quickly after encountering a great calamity. This nephew in front of him, although his experience was similar to his, how could his personality be so... unconventional?
Another gust of wind sent the three of them flying and landing on Meishan Mountain.

There are six generals under Yang Jian in Meishan, who together with Yang Jian are known as the "Seven Sages of Meishan". In addition to these six generals, there are also 1,200 grass-head gods, who can also be considered Yang Jian's personal guards.

Therefore, Meishan was equivalent to the location of Yang Jian's military camp.

Although there was no wine in the military camp, it was certainly not difficult for Yang Jian to get some.

A command was sent to the Heavenly Palace, and celestial maidens descended to earth to deliver fine wines, various celestial delicacies, and fruits.

As for delicacies like dragon liver and phoenix marrow, which are made from mythical beasts and birds, they are actually quite rare in the Heavenly Court.

After all, gods are not demons, and this world is not dominated by dark mythology.

Without the bloodline of a divine beast causing chaos, and without the demons being captured, sent to the Heavenly Court for judgment, and then cut up as offerings, the gods of the Heavenly Court would never chop up legitimate dragons or phoenixes to cook.

Even with these restrictions, the dragon race and other divine beast races still frequently protest against the Heavenly Court's overly 'extravagant' and 'lavish' behavior, and recently, meat banquets have become increasingly rare.

Most banquets consist of drinks and some fruit.

When immortals gather in private, they can also use some mortal dishes to make do.

"It's a simple meal and drinks, please don't take offense, fellow Daoist!" Yang Jian invited Qiu Chuji to the table, and then apologized again.

His apology wasn't just because of the "simple feast" he mentioned, but because he had clearly arrived at his doorstep, yet had brought everyone to Meishan, which was somewhat impolite.

However, every family has its own problems.

He and Ao Cunxin, the third princess of the West Sea Dragon Palace, were mutually in love before their marriage and went through many hardships together.

However, after getting married, they had many arguments due to their personalities.

Now, when Yang Jian sees his dragon wife, he avoids her from a distance, trying his best not to meet her, so as not to cause any more discord or conflict.

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Yang is so kind, then I'm embarrassed!" Qiu Chuji laughed and sat down. Without any ceremony, he picked up a fairy fruit and put it in his mouth. After chewing, he exclaimed "Not bad!" twice.

Chenxiang looked at the table full of delicious fruits and swallowed hard, but Yang Jian said, "You can drink half a cup of the fine wine. Although the wine is intoxicating, your body can handle it. You shouldn't eat these fruits. They are full of spiritual energy and may stimulate your divine body, which may delay your future cultivation."

(End of this chapter)