Journey to the West: Cultivation Begins at Jindou Mountain

Chapter 316 Xiahou the Swordsman
Niu Yi, who was concentrating on his sword practice, frowned slightly upon hearing Xiao Hai's voice, stopped his movements, and looked up at the blazing sun that was already overhead.

"It is indeed getting late."

Niu Yi removed the Divine Mirror from his neck. With the activation of his magic power, many more gaps appeared on the Divine Mirror, and it began to rotate.

Niu Yi silently recited the incantation, forming a hand seal. The Divine Mirror then began to make a clicking sound, rapidly rotating according to the trajectory of the celestial constellations.

A moment later, Niu Yi looked at the divination result displayed on the divine mirror, a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes.

"Senior Yan is alright, Xiao Hai. Let's eat first. Senior Yan won't be back until later."

Xiao Hai nodded quickly as he looked at the food on the wooden table in the courtyard.

"Yes, young master, I'll go get the bowls and chopsticks right away!"

In the afternoon, on the other side of the forest, sword shadows flashed and darted through the trees, clashing together, the sound of metal clashing echoing incessantly.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Yan Chixia stood atop the tree and with a single sword strike, repelled the figure wielding a sword.

"clang----"

The figure flew back, its toes touching the treetops, and with just a little leverage, it regained its balance and stood facing Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia changed his hand seals, storing the many flying swords into his sword box. Looking at the swordsman before him, he smiled and said:

"Brother Xiahou, how come you can find me no matter where I go? I've even come to the deep mountains and forests, and you still managed to find me."

The middle-aged swordsman, who appeared even younger than Yan Chixia, sheathed his sword and looked at Yan Chixia, saying:

"We have fought several times before and the outcome is still undecided, so how could I not come to find you?"

"I am now tired of the deceit and treachery of the martial world. What is the point of fighting, killing, winning, and losing?"

As Yan Chixia spoke with emotion, Guangyi's figure appeared in his eyes.

Before he met Guangyi, he might not have cared much about winning or losing, but he might still have tried to compete for it.

But now that he has seen Guangyi's talent for cultivation, he no longer has the slightest desire to compete.

Teaching Guangyi cultivation brought him both a sense of accomplishment and a sense of frustration, and this frustration made Yan Chixia increasingly peaceful.
But while Yan Chixia thought this way, Xiahou the swordsman thought quite differently.

Xiahou the swordsman snorted coldly and looked at Yan Chixia, saying:

"I see you're getting old, and your sword is dulling. I'd better defeat you as soon as possible to avoid regrets later."

He considered himself still young and possessed the arrogance of a top swordsman of his time; otherwise, he wouldn't have challenged powerful figures along his cultivation journey, and even relentlessly pursued Yan Chixia to determine a victor.

After Xiahou finished speaking, Yan Chixia nonchalantly picked up the wine gourd at his waist, uncorked it, and took two big gulps before nodding in satisfaction.

Most of the money Guangyi had was used to buy him wine, which meant he had no shortage of alcohol to drink recently. And the wine that the younger generation presented was just different!
He noticed that Guangyi had brewed several jars of wine these days, but now all of them were sealed with mud and placed in a newly dug cellar to ferment.

After tasting Guangyi's craftsmanship, he was genuinely curious about what the wine this kid would brew would taste like.

At this point, Yan Chixia had lost interest in what secrets the Guo family father and son were hiding.

None of these are as important as that fine wine!
"You!!" Xiahou was furious when he saw Yan Chixia's expression.

Although this guy usually has a free-spirited personality and often says nonsensical things, he still has some of the competitive spirit of a swordsman. But at this moment, he is quite different from the Yan Chixia he knew before.

Just as Xiahou the swordsman was about to say something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the black-robed figure that had appeared on the ground not far below the two of them.

"Poison witchcraft." Xiahou Jianke frowned, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

In a direct confrontation, he was confident he could overpower the old poison master. However, the witchcraft and sorcery of the Southern Frontier were extremely difficult to guard against. If he were ever targeted, he feared he wouldn't even know how he died.
Yan Chixia didn't care about the poison witch below. He just waved the wine gourd in his hand at the poison witch and greeted her with a smile.

"Oh, you've arrived. Judging from your appearance, you still haven't caught that painted skin."

"Hmph! Enough with the nonsense!"

The Poison Witch gave a hoarse snort, ignoring Xiahou the Swordsman beside her, and stared intently at Yan Chixia, saying:

"You said you have a way to cure my problem, is that true?"

“It’s not me who will treat him, but that child from that day, do you remember him? The one who was almost affected by you.”

As Yan Chixia spoke, he winked at the Poison Witch, his playful tone enraging her.

"Yan Chixia! You're asking for death!!"

Unbeknownst to them, a black tide of Gu worms began to surge toward Yan Chixia from the ground. Dozens of small but highly venomous Gu worms flapped their wings and menacingly surrounded Yan Chixia.

Upon seeing this, Xiahou the swordsman narrowed his eyes, and a sharp sword aura rapidly rose around him. The longsword at his waist also resonated and trembled, flying out of its sheath with a clang and landing in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Yan Chixia waved his hand to stop it, saying:
"Hey, hey, hey, I have no interest in lying to you to come here. Although we've fought several times in the past, we don't have any real grudges. Why would I deceive you? Do you have anything on you that I need? That bunch of bugs?"

"Besides, don't underestimate that kid. I have to admire his skills."

"You've lived this long, you should know that heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river. Back then, the young master of the Divine Doctor's Hall was already a world-renowned physician at the age of fourteen, and by the age of twenty-two, he was already the number one physician in the world."

"How do you know that there is no other person like him in the world today?"

Yan Chixia said this without batting an eye. Although he had only witnessed Guangyi gathering herbs and had never seen his medical skills, Yan Chixia knew that this young man was not one to speak without reason.

Anyway, I have my backing, so that old geezer can't do anything about it.

Yan Chixia himself probably didn't realize that his heart had already naturally and unconsciously leaned towards Guangyi's side.
The poison sorcerer listened from below and fell silent. After a short while, the Gu worms rustled and retreated quickly, as if they had never appeared.

"I'll trust you this once. If that kid can cure me, he can name his terms. But if he can't, hmph!"

Yan Chixia leaped down, nodded and smiled at the Poison Witch:

"Don't worry, since that kid said so, he must be confident. Please come with me."

"Hey! Brother Xiahou, if you have nothing else to do, why don't you come with me?"

Xiahou was also curious after Yan Chixia's words, so he immediately agreed and followed behind Yan Chixia with the Poison Witch. However, he still focused most of his attention on the Poison Witch.

(End of this chapter)