I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 300 The Second Young Tiger
Lightning crackled around Chen Zhian as he finally drew his Tiger Soul Blade from his waist.

A fierce blade of energy burst forth in the sky, instantly chilling the heavens and earth. A powerful killing intent descended recklessly, striking the blazing light emanating from the Immortal Palace beneath the Sun and Moon Path.

The sword energy flowed horizontally, the sword spirit was murderous, and layers of true essence were integrated into this sword energy, instantly turning the world white!

The brilliant light emanating from the gate of the Immortal Palace was shattered by these sword energies!

Seeing this, Jiao Nu's eyes lit up with even greater surprise, yet she was also somewhat at a loss.

On Sun and Moon Mountain, many people still struggle to climb the mountain towards the light, hoping to step into the Daoist Immortal Palace, but ultimately they cannot withstand the terrifying pressure of the young people.

As they watched one powerful figure after another enter, they felt envious, but could only secretly speculate about their identities.

Most of these young people come from extraordinary backgrounds and have extensive knowledge, so they can always discern a person's identity from many subtle clues.

Until Chen Zhian drew his sword, a dazzling blade of light burst forth, slicing through the radiance!

"Who is this person? He seems to have cultivated the Sword Soul!"

"At the Profound Pool Realm, his foundation is so profound! Judging from his age, he should be in his early thirties. There is no such person in our Great Qian!"

"With the opening of the Immortal Palace below the Dao, the Great Qian Cliff and Sea Prefecture has witnessed a gathering of heroes. Countless young powerhouses from other countries and Xuanmen have come. This person must be from outside the Great Qian!"

"But where did this person come from? I've never heard of his sword spirit, and the divine image behind him is quite peculiar; I've never heard of it before!"

"Looking at his true essence, it contains four colors: purple, yellow, blue, and red, four mysterious colors, which reminds me of the Dao Xuan Sect's Dao Xuan Dragon Transformation Scripture!"

"The Dao Xuan Dragon Transformation Scripture does indeed have four colors, but they are purple, yellow, green, and mysterious colors, so it is reasonable that it should be filled with the Dao of Dragon Transformation!"
Moreover, the Dao Xuan Dragon Transformation Scripture is a true first-grade heavenly skill; how could an ordinary Xuan Pool realm cultivator possibly activate it! This is definitely not the Dao Xuan Dragon Transformation Scripture, nor is it the Purple-Yellow-Azure Sheep Scripture for Dragon Transformation Foundation Establishment. Especially the crimson color within it is puzzling; its origin is unknown.

……

Many people speculated, but ultimately no one could guess what it was.

At this moment, only a few breaths had passed since Chen Zhian drew his sword and ascended to the heavens.

A few breaths passed, and the Mountain and River Journey had already crossed several mountain peaks. Blazing lightning coiled around Chen Zhian's body, making him incredibly fast. In just a few steps, he had already covered a great distance.

Five breaths, six breaths, ten breaths...

Fifteen breaths passed quietly, and Chen Zhian had already stepped before the radiant Immortal Palace below the Dao.

At this moment, he looked towards that radiant light and could vaguely see the vast world reflected in it, several cities dominating the surrounding area, and the bustling streets of those cities filled with people.

In the dim light, he saw a statue of a goddess in a city.

The statue's eyes were tightly closed, and it stretched out one hand, palm open, index finger pointing forward, as if pointing to nothingness.

Chen Zhian stood before the radiance and turned to look at Jiao Nu.

Jiao Nu bowed to her from afar.

Chen Zhian nodded slightly to Jiao Nu.

"It is said that the Immortal Palace under the Dao has always been the most capable of creating miracles."

The Duke of Anguo is eyeing Xuantianjing with covetous intent, and my cultivation is still weak, so I cannot confront him head-on.

Song Xiang still had concerns, but he certainly had a backup plan.

He once said that once he had secured a share of the world, he would send me a message to return to Xuantianjing.

But before that… I cannot rest on my laurels; I need to seek more opportunities and elevate my cultivation to a higher level.”

"This Lower Immortal Palace is truly a great opportunity, a great chance."

He took a deep breath, turned around, and stepped into the Daoxia Immortal Palace.

In an instant, the world seemed to turn upside down!

He vaguely sensed that he was in a ball of light, which was either falling rapidly or rising rapidly.

The scene before him kept distorting and intertwining before finally settling down.

The next moment, he saw a verdant mountain and a babbling brook.

A light rain was falling from the sky, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the fragrance of wild herbs filled the air.

Chen Zhian stroked the hilt of the Tiger Soul Blade at his waist, but then suddenly heard a childish voice.

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Thirteen-year-old Shen Yexiao, dressed in a magnificent robe with a jade-colored short sword at his waist, stood before a towering tree, his brows furrowed with grief and a hint of fear.

That tree is an old locust tree, and it has been there for many years.

This locust tree is different from ordinary locust trees; its trunk is extremely thick, probably as thick as five or six people could hug.

The locust tree has lush foliage that blocks out the sun.

Standing under the locust tree, one cannot even see the bright moon and the blazing sun in the sky.

Shen Yexiao stroked the trunk of the locust tree with one hand. After a few breaths, the fear in his eyes deepened, and his grief and indignation turned into grievance.

"Father, you died for Yong'an City."

But I... I'll have to let you down.

The boy, who was thirteen or fourteen years old, spoke with a maturity beyond his years, showing little immaturity, but rather a deep sense of helplessness.

"Fengbo City wants to destroy Yong'an and sacrifice the 800,000 elders of Yong'an."

You saved Yong'an City, but in return, you died!
I am determined to carry on your legacy, but my uncle is eyeing me covetously.

He wanted the position of Lord of Chan City to be his, yet he also wanted to abandon his faith, cease worshipping the goddess, and instead, like the city of Fengbo, worship the Nine Dragon Sons.

Shen Yexiao stroked the locust tree as he spoke.

It seems like she's talking to her deceased father, but in reality, it's as if she's talking to herself.

While he spoke with a sense of grievance, a certain light flashed in his eyes, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were deep in thought.

He was thinking about how to break the deadlock!

After a dozen or so breaths, Shen Yexiao finally gave a bitter smile.

"Of the four elders, only Elder Liu Chong supports me. All six thousand men have submitted to my uncle's approval, and I only have two hundred soldiers under my command!"

If my uncle wants to kill me, how can I possibly survive?

Shen Yexiao took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, turned around, and looked eastward.

Following his gaze, one can see a statue of a goddess standing there, a hundred feet tall.

The goddess closed her eyes, yet she seemed to be looking down upon the entire city of Yong'an, and over the vast wilderness and forests beyond it.

May the goddess protect you!

Shen Yexiao murmured to himself, "Now I leave it to fate. I only hope that my uncle has no intention of killing, so that I can lead Yong'an to fight against Fengbo City and avenge my father!"

As Shen Yexiao finished speaking, a strange voice suddenly came to his ear.

"How can one live if one simply resigns oneself to fate?"

Shen Yexiao immediately tensed up and hurriedly looked in the direction from which the sound came.

But behind the sturdy locust tree, a tall figure slowly emerged.

The man was dressed in armor, with a long sword at his waist and a longbow on his back, and looked at Shen Yexiao.

Shen Yexiao was filled with fear, but his expression gradually relaxed. He calmly looked at the newcomer and asked, "This is the outer forest of the Shen family, and also the Shen family cemetery."

The previous lord of Yong'an City is buried beneath your feet, so this place is a forbidden area. No one except the Shen family can set foot here at will.

"How...did you get in?"

The visitor was none other than Chen Zhian.

He looked at the boy in front of him, who was pretending to be calm, and a smile appeared on his face.

He raised his hand and gently tapped two locations behind Shen Yexiao.

How I came here is not important.

However, I am not the only one who has come to this forbidden area.

Shen Yexiao was taken aback and turned his head to look in the direction Chen Zhian pointed.

There was a forest there, with lush, verdant foliage and bushes, obscuring what lay hidden within. "You can't see it, but I can."

Chen Zhian took a step forward, which startled Shen Yexiao, who quickly took several steps back.

"Don't retreat any further." Chen Zhian said calmly, "There are two people hiding in those lush trees, wearing mysterious treasures to conceal their presence. When they look at you, their eyes are filled with murderous intent. One of them has even prepared a supernatural power. They will strike and kill you here in an instant if you take a few more steps closer."

Shen Yexiao is still young. Even though he looks mature, he is still only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

He was momentarily at a loss when he heard Chen Zhian's words.

But he still stopped and turned around to look carefully behind him.

At that moment, Chen Zhian snapped his fingers.

A gentle breeze swept through the void, then transformed into a tornado, blowing aside the lush leaves and bushes.

In an instant!
Two pairs of eyes appeared among the leaves, one on the left and one on the right.

At the same time, a divine image suddenly appeared above the leaf!
The surging true essence flowed at this moment, converging on a point of cold light—a silver needle, a spiritual treasure.

This magical treasure, imbued with profound true essence, was even activated by a mysterious divine power, instantly transforming into a ray of light that shot straight towards Shen Yexiao's brow.

Shen Yexiao also saw that glint of cold light, and even saw that cold light rushing straight towards him.

Before the cold light arrived, a chilling aura had already settled on his brow and the tips of his eyebrows, causing a sharp pain.

"They actually arranged assassins here!"

A thought flashed through Shen Yexiao's mind: "Elder Chen Chong is not here."

"Does Uncle actually intend to kill someone in this ancestral land?"

His thoughts raced, but Shen Yexiao seemed to have resigned himself to his fate.

A powerful cultivator who had attained the Divine Form realm arrived wielding a spiritual treasure, clearly intending to kill him and leave him with no chance of survival.

So what can he do?
"A second-grade spiritual treasure, not bad at all."

Just then, the stranger's voice suddenly came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Yexiao clearly saw the cold light that was about to land on his brow and easily take his life shatter in an instant.

It was as if a block of ice had shattered, radiating light that splashed out in all directions.

A chill settled on the surrounding trees.

Many trees were cut in half, many bushes began to burn, and even two figures were revealed hidden behind the leaves.

"The magical artifact was shattered?"

Shen Yexiao's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously turned to look at the stranger.

But to his surprise, the stranger who had been standing there just moments before had vanished.

Until two soft crackling sounds rang out.

It was like two bolts of lightning streaking across the sky, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Shen Yexiao's shoulders stiffened, and he turned around just as stiffly...

Then they saw the two assassins standing there, their bodies stiff as well.

Two breaths passed in the blink of an eye.

The two assassins suddenly fell to the ground, crashing down and raising a cloud of dust.

Both of these assassins have already achieved the divine form!
In Yong'an City, only one in ten thousand experts have achieved the Divine Appearance!

In order to kill him, two powerful experts from the Divine Realm came with magical treasures.

But the result is...

Are they dead?

Shen Yexiao couldn't hide the shock in his eyes and muttered to himself.

He was indeed surprised when he asked himself the question, but he heard an unexpected answer.

"not dead."

A voice came from above: "If someone is assassinated, and the culprit is dead, how can we find the real killer?"

Shen Yexiao looked up.

Then he saw the stranger from before sitting on a thick branch of the locust tree, looking down at him.

Shen Yexiao stood still, glanced silently at the two Divine Physician experts lying on the ground, and then lowered his head to think for a while.

A dozen or so breaths passed in the blink of an eye.

Shen Yexiao suddenly looked up at Chen Zhian: "Who are you, and where do you come from? I grew up in Yong'an City, but I have never heard of such a powerful person as you in the city?"

He looked up and asked a question, but his voice was trembling slightly from the series of events that had just occurred.

With a wave of his hand, Chen Zhian produced another jar of wine.

"You're feeling fearful, so you need to drink some alcohol to calm your nerves."

Chen Zhian tossed the jar of wine to him, but instead of jumping down from the tree, he pointed to the goddess statue in the distance and said, "I come from afar and am just a passerby in this Yong'an City."

I came for that statue…

As he said this, his tone gradually became solemn: "I came to protect that sculpture... I suppose my purpose is no different from yours."

Shen Yexiao also looked at the goddess statue.

But for some reason, at this moment, Shen Yexiao seemed to vaguely see a wisp of mist rising from the palm of the goddess statue, and then dissipating...

The mist was so obvious, yet Shen Yexiao, who had lived for more than ten years, had never seen such a magical mist on this goddess statue before...

just like……

"Is the goddess responding to this person?"

Shen Yexiao took a deep breath, and the fear and tension in his eyes finally dissipated somewhat.

His gaze shifted between Chen Zhian, the goddess statue, and the two unconscious Divine Physician experts, as numerous thoughts swirled in his mind.

He thought of Fengbo City, which was eyeing Yong'an City covetously, his uncle, and the 800,000 people in the city.

Then... Shen Yexiao seemed to suddenly understand.

He stood under the locust tree and bowed to the person in the tree from afar.

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"Li Chao!"

"Since Mr. Li has come for the Goddess... then please, Mr. Li, lend me your assistance!"

Shen Yexiao bowed deeply to the ground and prostrated himself in worship.

Chen Zhian remained seated in the locust tree, looking down at the young man bowing respectfully, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He wanted to protect the goddess statue; having a city as a backing would be much easier than going it alone.

Just as his thoughts were turning.

Suddenly, another flash of sword light appeared in the sky.

Chen Zhian suddenly looked up...

It's not just Chen Zhian!

This sword light was too unrestrained, too dazzling, even overshadowing the brilliance of the sun and moon in the sky.

The sword flashed, slicing through the clouds and gradually revealing a figure.

Chen Zhian's eyes became serious, and he silently recited the person's name.

"The second tiger cub, Fu Changsheng!"

(End of this chapter)