I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 292 Chen Shuijun's Sword Qi
Duke Anguo sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in his hand, but his gaze was fixed on Chen Zhian.

His face was solemn, his features stern, and there was not a trace of a smile on his face.

Chen Zhian remained silent, but a tidal wave of emotions surged within him.

Since becoming the Lord of the Jade Capital, the mysterious power within the Jade Capital has enabled him to repeatedly escape danger.

Even today, Gu Yangzi's primordial spirit is still hidden in Chen Zhian's Guanghan Tower, which has become Chen Zhian's greatest reliance.

All that is needed is to offer sacrifices to this primordial spirit of creation, and the Wuju Tower can be opened, inviting Old Huang Liang to descend into the mortal world!

Old Huang Liang was able to contend with the Great Li Heavenly General and even lead millions of Jade Wall people to fight against Great Li, so he was by no means an ordinary Creation Heavenly Realm cultivator, and was very likely to step into the Profound Realm.

With the addition of the extremely powerful Jade Wall Divine Spear in his hand, Old Huang Liang's combat strength must be unparalleled.

It is precisely because of this foundation that Chen Zhian is fearless even when facing crises.

But today, the Duke of Anguo somehow influenced his mood, causing him to come to the foot of the Chitian Tower in the Duke of Anguo's mansion.

Even at the very beginning, Nan Liujing was completely unaware.

Now, without making a sound, Duke Anguo used a single supernatural power to capture him and bring him to this pavilion.

He had no time to communicate with Bai Yujing or Nan Liujing, and he was even captured by that supernatural power, sitting upright on this carved sandalwood chair...

Chen Zhian couldn't remember the details of what happened!

As a result, Chen Zhian also became solemn, and his eyes showed a hint of vigilance as he looked at the person in front of him.

In this Dayu, Duke Anguo must be one of the most powerful and influential figures.

Chen Zhian never understood why so many officials of the Dayu court were so afraid of the Duke of Anguo.

But now it seems... in the vast Great Yu, there are very few people who can compare with Duke Anguo.

Song Xiang can be considered one, Kui Xing can be considered one, but Jiang Guoshi can only be considered half a person...

"I wonder which of the six clan leaders of Dayu is stronger or weaker than the Duke of Anguo."

Chen Zhian took a deep breath...

No wonder Wei Lingyu, merely the daughter of a duke, was so arrogant and domineering, even disregarding princesses and princes.

He had severed Wei Lingyu's hand, yet he was still alive and well; perhaps that was a stroke of luck.

"Then... if I have such a deep-seated hatred for Wei Lingyu, why hasn't the Duke of Anguo made a move against me?"

Chen Zhian remained silent, then looked down at the teacup in his hand.

The tea in the teacup was clear and carried a rare and delicate fragrance.

The fragrance entered Chen Zhian's nostrils, and he immediately felt refreshed.

"This tea is no less than the Taizhuo tea that Li Guiwan produced in ten years, yielding only one ounce."

Chen Zhian thought for a moment, and the wariness in his eyes gradually dissipated. He raised his teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.

The rich aroma of tea, along with an indescribable and mysterious scent, entered his mouth and flowed down his throat.

Instantly, Chen Zhian's true essence and blood energy began to circulate, and the radiance above his primordial spirit became even more intense.

"Li Family Taizhuo Tea, and today's cup of tea, have saved me at least five months of arduous practice."

Chen Zhian sensed his true essence flowing wildly, and the remaining Daoist Qi continuously dissipated, leaving only a trace.

With the mysterious aura contained in the two cups of tea, Chen Zhian was not far from the Xuanchi realm.

"Upon careful consideration, the tea from the Li family, or the tea from the Duke of Anguo's mansion today, is probably no less than a second-grade Heavenly Pill."

Chen Zhian was filled with emotion.

"General Chen is completely unprepared for me."

Seeing Chen Zhian drink the tea, Duke Anguo casually asked, "Aren't you afraid I might have tampered with the tea?"

Chen Zhian smiled and said, "You flatter me, Duke. I have seen the Dao Xuan Sect Master make a move, and the world turned upside down. His aura was astonishing."

But now that I think about it carefully, the methods of that Xuanzong Sect Master are actually weaker than those of the Duke.

The Duke's cultivation level may have already reached the legendary Dao Tribulation realm!
"A man like the Duke wouldn't need to resort to any tricks if he wanted to deal with me."

Upon hearing this, Duke Anguo gently shook his head: "There are countless wonderful methods in the world, and the strong have their own mysteries."

However... even Dao Tribulation experts are unwilling to reveal their true Dao Tribulation divine techniques in a place like Xuantianjing.

Therefore, many wonderful treasures came into play.

For example, if I have a precious pearl in my hand, and it is soaked in tea, if someone drinks that tea, that person will become a complete puppet of that precious pearl.

My divine essence only needs to manipulate the precious pearl, and subtly, I can control that puppet!
The puppet is unaware that it has become a puppet, and still believes that its thoughts and ideas are its own.

Chen Zhian's expression changed, and he frowned as he looked at the Duke of Anguo.

Duke Anguo was not joking at all; he even drank a cup of tea on his own.

Chen Zhian lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then gently shook his head and smiled, "Why does the Duke need to frighten me?"

In the capital of the Great Yu Dynasty, the Duke was one of the strongest, but not the only one.

If I become a puppet, neither the Emperor nor Chancellor Song would be satisfied.

Chen Zhian spoke with a determined look in his eyes.

He was so certain that the Duke of Anguo was trying to scare him not only because Emperor Zhaofu and Prime Minister Song were still in Xuantianjing, but also because there was no reaction whatsoever in the Southern Flowing Scenery of Baiyujing, and not even a ray of light fell upon his primordial spirit.

Although Nan Liujing suffered a defeat due to Anguo Gong's supernatural abilities.

However, Chen Zhian did not believe that a mere puppet pearl could deceive Nan Liujing.

Upon hearing this, Duke Anguo's expression finally changed; he was no longer so serious, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Chen Zhian, now we are very close."

If I wanted to kill you, Emperor Zhaofu wouldn't stop me.

Prime Minister Song can stop me, but he will have to pay an extremely heavy price...

He was a man with the well-being of all people in his heart, thinking of the billions of living beings under heaven, and wanting to bring about great changes!
He won't waste that kind of money on you.

Duke Anguo spoke with a smile.

Chen Zhian nodded, then asked the Duke of Anguo, "The Duke's cultivation is profound; there are indeed few in Xuantianjing who can stop you."

But the Duke has gone to great lengths to capture me today; surely he didn't do it just to kill me for his own amusement.

The smile on Duke Anguo's lips vanished, and he stood up to look at Chen Zhian.

At this moment, Duke Anguo was still a few feet away from Chen Zhian, and his gaze was level with Chen Zhian.

But for some reason, Chen Zhian felt that the extremely ancient and luxurious East Hall, and even the vast Anguo Duke's Mansion, along with the Chitian Tower, seemed to have transformed into the embodiment of Anguo Duke.

Duke Anguo stared at him as if an ancient monster were looking down at him, or even swallowing him whole!

Chen Zhian felt a chill run down his spine, and then suddenly remembered that Prime Minister Song had once compared the Duke of Anguo to a "gluttonous beast"!
"Is this Duke Anguo truly human? Or is he some kind of ancient ferocious beast?"

Chen Zhian pondered silently: "Did he seek me out because of Wei Liyang and Wei Lingyu?"

Just as his thoughts settled, a divine aura from the Duke of Anguo quietly arrived, suddenly ringing in Chen Zhian's ear.

This extremely powerful figure made no mention of his children, but instead said to Chen Zhian, "I have summoned you here today to bestow upon you a great fortune."

A stroke of luck...

Chen Zhian took a deep breath, about to ask in detail.

Duke Anguo put his hands behind his back, took a few steps forward, and then his eyes flickered slightly.

In an instant, everything around him turned grayish-white. Chen Zhian sat in his chair, feeling as if his five senses were reversed.

He couldn't even sense his own true essence or his own divine power.

Then he saw a vast land stretching out endlessly, with rivers and mountains appearing on it.

In the middle of the river and mountains, a tall building rises from the ground; it is the Tower of Heaven!
Chen Zhian couldn't see through this wondrous divine technique, but in his mind, Nan Liujing's brilliance suddenly shone out, falling into the gray-white void.

In an instant, Chen Zhian felt that the earth, mountains, rivers, and pavilions in this gray space had all transformed into everything, and then evolved into heaven and earth.

However, this place was gloomy and terrifying, just like a prison.

"This is my divine art, named [Lianshan] and [Guicang]!"

Chen Zhian could no longer see the Duke of Anguo's figure, but his voice filled the cage of heaven and earth, constantly falling into Chen Zhian's ears.

"Come!"

"You have received my divine magic. From this day forward, you will be able to traverse mountains by stepping on the earth! With the mountains and rivers of the fifty states as your foundation, you will resonate with heaven and earth."

"You have received my divine art. From this day forward, you will inherit the image of all things returning to nothingness, taking the Nine Netherworlds as your source and returning to the source as your end, thus evolving the rules of the Dao."

"Once you step into the realm of creation, you will know the power of my divine arts!"

An incredibly terrifying aura constantly reverberated in Chen Zhian's ears.

As Chen Zhian stood amidst the gray and white surroundings, the voice of the Duke of Anguo echoed, and the surrounding void seemed to peel away like glass, instantly transforming into gray and white earth, mountains, and rivers.

Chen Zhian involuntarily closed his eyes.

Even so, his primordial spirit inexplicably released its divine essence, taking in all of this.

"Duke! Since this divine art is so profound, why do you wish to teach it to me?"

Surrounded by gray and white, Chen Zhian suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and asked loudly.

The voice of the Duke of Anguo came again, saying, "In this world, even if the strong die, they still have unparalleled influence, while the weak, even if they live, have no right to interfere."

"I bestow upon you divine arts, Chen Zhi'an... You have no right to refuse, and even the vast Great Yu has no right to refuse."

At this point, the surrounding black and white energy suddenly condensed and transformed into the figure of Duke Anguo.

With a flick of his sleeve, Duke Anguo saw Chen Zhian peer out and see a palace suspended in the sky, Song Xiang's courtyard, and on Xiuba Mountain, an incomparably majestic figure looking down.

Emperor Zhaofu, Imperial Preceptor Jiang!

Song Xiqu!
Kui Xing!

All the true powerhouses of the Great Yu Dynasty turned their gazes down.

...Chen Zhian clearly saw...

Emperor Zhaofu frowned deeply.

Kui Xing remained unfazed.

Song Xiqu shed tears...

But no one stepped in.

Chen Zhian was trapped in the Chitian Tower, as if he were caught in an endless cycle of reincarnation.

Countless voices of the Duke of Anguo echoed in his ears.

At the same time, Nan Liujing shone brightly, yet it seemed utterly powerless against the terrifying divine magic of Duke Anguo.

"The Jade Palace is incredibly mysterious, but my current power is too weak. The power of the Jade Palace is closely related to my own power."

At this moment, Nan Liujing was unable to unleash his full power.

Why exactly did the Duke of Anguo want to impart divine arts to me?

Chen Zhian didn't need to think too much to know that the Duke of Anguo had ill intentions.

Just then, the brilliance of Nan Liujing fell into Chen Zhian's eyes. Chen Zhian glanced at it casually, and in a daze, he saw that the sixteenth floor of the Chitian Tower between the mountains and the river was densely packed with many clay sculptures.

Those clay sculptures are so lifelike!

Chen Zhian glanced at it and immediately saw a familiar clay sculpture.

The clay sculpture looked exactly like him, and even his name was engraved on the back of the sculpture.

At this moment, Chen Zhian's clay sculpture emitted a faint aura, which merged with the aura emitted by another clay sculpture.

"And who does that clay sculpture represent?"

Chen Zhian tried his best to see clearly, but the rest of the clay sculptures were hazy and indistinct, making them impossible to see clearly!

As another wisp of grayish-white mist gradually surged in.

The Chitian Tower in front of Chen Zhian also disappeared completely into the gray-white mist.

"Come!"

The Duke of Anguo's voice was like thunder, still booming loudly.

In an instant, Chen Zhian felt his consciousness begin to blur, but he and Bai Yujing remained clear-headed.

His primordial spirit was trembling constantly, giving rise to warning signs!

"This is a huge crisis." Chen Zhian was in a daze when fear rose in his heart.

But... Duke Anguo is too powerful!

"What if I communicated with the Wuju Tower in Baiyujing and invited Old Huang Liang to enter the mortal world?"

"Is Old Huang Liang a match for Duke Anguo? If he were to enter the world, he might die here."

Chen Zhian gritted his teeth.

This situation is a dead end!

It actually made him feel somewhat desperate.

Until... Chen Zhian suddenly heard a voice.

"Just because I'm not here, does that mean you can bully my son as you please?"

In the instant the gray-white aura surged, a clap of spring thunder suddenly exploded in the sky above Xuantianjing.

On the summit of Xiuba Mountain, two white rabbits looked up at the moon. Suddenly, a blue mist descended from the clouds, enveloping one of the rabbits and turning into specks of clear light that dissipated.

The other white rabbit suddenly arched its back, and its fur burst forth with four-colored divine light—

"The cicadas sing in all four seasons. This is Chen Shuijun's sword intent!" In the Chitian Tower, the Duke of Anguo's pupils suddenly contracted, and the teacup in his hand cracked inch by inch.

boom!
The sword light, transformed from a white rabbit, pierced through the nine heavens, while spring thunder, summer rain, autumn frost, and winter snow swirled endlessly within the pillar of light.

The mountains, rivers, and streams of the Heavenly Tower groaned in despair, their weight unbearable. Countless black and white mists rose up, eventually condensing into the phantom of the Four Seasons Wheel in mid-air.

The sword light, carrying the most authentic power of time in the world, cleaved straight through the sixteenth floor of the Heavenly Tower!

"Insolence!" Blood-red vertical pupils appeared between the foreheads of the Duke of Anguo, and the gray-white energy activated by the [Lianshan] divine technique transformed into towering mountains.

However, amidst the sword light, a cicada suddenly flapped its wings, its chirping piercing through three thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and the illusory mountain shadows melted away like spring snow.

The chaos in Chen Zhian's eyes suddenly cleared.

He saw his father's figure, wielding a sword and riding the waves, emerge from the depths of the sword light, and the four natal swords formed the "Year's End" sword formation behind Chen Shuijun.

The moment the sword touched the gray-white barrier, the phantom of the Four Seasons Zen appeared in the sky above the Suspended Capital.

Amidst the chirping of cicadas, sword energy erupted with a dazzling, clear light.

(End of this chapter)