Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 86 Who's Scolding Whom? (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

The land of China is in peril, and turmoil never ceases.

The entire martial arts world's attention is now focused on the Ghost River's treasure, and wave after wave of newbies are being harvested by the Ghost River's mechanisms.

And behind the scenes, Gui Liangtianxia was naturally involved in this as well. After all, he knew he couldn't produce it himself, so he stirred things up, hoping that the powerful people in the Bitter Realm would take out the treasure, and then he would kill them and steal it.

Speaking of this, I really don't understand why some people always pin their hopes of dominating the world on external things. Can't they have some other dreams?

For example, some might study Buddhist dual-body techniques, attempting to achieve unity of the four realms and survive by adapting; others might follow the Demonic Beginning, purely for amusement, wanting to be the first person to land on the moon; still others might admire the world and dream of having men give birth to children.

On the other hand, Huangfu Xiaochan's relationship with his brother was equally unpleasant.

However, driven by the desire for family revenge, he still sought out Daowenhuanjian for retribution.

After their first duel, Daowen was struck by Wucan's attack, while Huanjian resorted to moral blackmail, since their son was truly dead this time, so he played the victim.

Then, the hypocrite Huan Jian asked Su Huanzhen to plead for him, which only made Huangfu Xiaochan feel even more miserable.

Let him forgive everyone, let him let go, but who can truly understand his perspective?

This world is so disappointing!

Today, entangled by fate, Huangfu Xiaochan, having received a message from Gui Liang Tianxia, ​​has once again arrived at the Yin-Yang Sea.

At the Yin-Yang Seashore, the sea breeze howled, and the waves surged one after another, as if telling of endless sorrow.

Daowen stood alone on the beach, longing for his son, but lamenting that he had died too soon and that he couldn't find his killer. Therefore, Daowen could only find pleasure in killing.

Today, seeing the Blade Plague recover, the Lord of the Remnant Forest was instantly enraged: "Blade Plague!"

When Dao Wen saw that it was Huangfu Xiaochan who had arrived, he sneered disdainfully, "Huangfu Xiaochan, you're early for the road to Fengdu."

The Lord of the Remnant Forest said angrily, "I promised Huan Jian that as long as you recovered from your injuries and crippled yourself, I would not pursue this grudge. Now that you have failed to keep your promise, the blood feud between us must be settled."

Dao Wen found it strange after hearing this, but after a moment's thought, she suddenly realized and said sarcastically, "Oh, I understand now. The only person in the world who can cure the Five Devastating Divine Skill is you. So the masked man who healed my injuries was you. You are truly treacherous and cunning, because you would never give up any opportunity to kill me."

Upon hearing this, the Lord of the Remnant Forest was somewhat confused by Dao Wen's accusations, but he could not allow Dao Wen to continue like this: "Huangfu Xiaochan is merely fulfilling a promise."

Daowen burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Hahaha, you've finally shown your hypocritical face. Did you really think I would believe your nonsense? People like you are inherently treacherous."

Hearing Dao Wen say this, Huangfu Xiaochan understood that there was nothing more to say between them: "You're truly beyond saving, drink!"

At this moment, the mystery behind the Blade Plague was also drawn coldly, seemingly symbolizing that this situation was unsolvable.

Just as tensions were about to rise, a loud shout rang out: "Stop!"

Suddenly, a sword appeared between the two, and then a figure suffering from the sword, sitting in a wheelchair, appeared in front of them.

Daowen stared intently, then exclaimed in surprise, "No cure, it's you, Hanjian!"

Looking at the two men locked in a tense standoff, Yi Renyong felt utterly helpless: "The plague of swords has swept through, leaving only the unresolved; those afflicted by swords have no cure, only corpses to tread upon. How hateful!"

A sigh of hatred, a lament, poured out the lingering sorrow of the mortal world, a bitter sigh filled with grief and indignation. The name that was most unwilling to be called out, the sword, the sword, the sword, quietly appeared in the misty rain.

Suddenly, one of the men stood up from his wheelchair.

Dao Wen saw that Yi Renyong had recovered, and his eyes were filled with excitement. "Huan Jian, this is the Huan Jian I remember."

When the Lord of the Remnant Forest saw that Huan Jian was not crippled but perfectly healthy, he couldn't help but feel bitter. After all, he had only decided to forgive Huan Jian after seeing his legs crippled, but he never expected that it was all a deception. "So even you lied to me."

It turns out that being too kind makes you a victim of moral blackmail and a victim of deception!

Then the Lord of the Remnant Forest engaged in a life-or-death duel with the Blade of Plague and Sword.

After the extreme event ended, Daowen died tragically, and Huanjian left, carrying Daowen's corpse with deep sorrow.

The Lord of the Remnant Forest, however, had a change of heart due to his illness and showed mercy, only suffering serious injuries.

Just as the Lord of the Remnant Forest fell unconscious, a platinum-colored figure appeared. "Ah, I'm still a step too late!"

The newcomer was none other than Ye Jinming, who had escaped from the Qinggeng Wonderland and re-entered the Central Plains.

A cloud of energy churned in Ye Jinming's palm and slowly flowed into the body of the Lord of the Remnant Forest.

Then Ye Jinming focused his gaze on an approaching carriage.

"However, someone arrived early, only to watch their own brother suffer serious injuries. How cold-blooded!"

Inside the carriage, Huanyu Qizang clenched his fists. "Hmph, I've said it before, matters between us brothers are none of the business of outsiders!"

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Ye Jinming said with a disdainful look, "Are you even brothers? As the older brother, you actually scheme against your own younger brother."

Enraged that Ye Jinming had exposed his true colors once again, Huanyu Qizang was furious. He had wanted to take action last time, but the Lord of the Remnant Forest was there and he failed. Today, he was determined to teach this meddlesome Ye Jinming a lesson.

While Huanyu Qizang wanted to teach Ye Jinming a lesson, Ye Jinming was also preparing to teach Huanyu Qizang a good lesson!

Inside the sedan chair, outside the sedan chair, two worlds, the murderous intent had solidified in the air as if it were a tangible reality.

The figure of Huanyu Qizang burst out of the sedan chair, no longer hiding or uttering any more words.

With a flick of his palm, a vast evil energy mixed with the strange poison of the Shadow Stream condensed into a pitch-black palm print, accompanied by a hissing sound that corroded space. It descended from above and slammed down on Ye Jinming, who seemed to be completely unprepared below!

"Well done!" Ye Jinming neither dodged nor avoided, nor even raised his head. He simply raised his right palm casually, purple energy swirling in his palm. It seemed casual, but it struck first and met the poisonous palm with perfect precision.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided solidly, without a deafening roar, only a dull thud like striking rotten wood.

However, a strange shockwave, a visible mixture of gray-black and purple, suddenly exploded, sending dust flying ten feet into the air and turning rubble into dust as if crushed by an invisible hand!

Just as their palms met, and their forces clashed—

A chilling, bone-piercing cold suddenly erupted from Ye Jinming's palm, spreading along the point of their clash like a bone-deep infection, instantly invading the meridians of the Universe Treasure Trove!

"Huh?" Huan Yu Qi Cang's expression changed drastically. He felt a chilling and evil, yet incredibly pure, cold aura that ignored his protective true essence and penetrated straight into the Laogong acupoint in his palm. Wherever it passed, his blood almost froze, his meridians stung and stiffened, and even his evil cultivation technique was halted!

This is by no means a common cold-attribute cultivation technique in the Bitter Realm; its insidiousness and domineering nature far exceed expectations!

In shock, he disregarded his pride and forcefully withdrew his palm, using the force to retreat several feet. When he landed, he staggered slightly, and a thin layer of white frost covered his right palm, with a tingling sensation spreading through him.

He quickly circulated his true energy to dispel the cold air, and his eyes were filled with apprehension as he looked at Ye Jinming.

With just one palm strike, the difference in skill was already apparent!

Ye Jinming slowly withdrew his palm, white frost appearing and quickly melting on his hand. He dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, raised his eyes to look at Huanyu Qizang, whose face was gloomy, and said in a calm tone, yet every word was like a needle: "Now, who exactly is lecturing whom?"

"Hmph! Arrogant!" Huan Yu Qi Cang was furious, knowing that Ye Jinming's strength was unfathomable and far more complex than the intelligence reports suggested.

In order to win quickly, he decided to stop holding back and use his real trump card.

His hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals, while he chanted incantations in a low, eerie voice, like a whisper from the depths of the netherworld: "Reverse Yin and Yang, overturn Heaven and Earth, unleash the cataclysm, and the world perish!"

The moment the last word was uttered, a sudden and unexpected change occurred!

Centered on him, an indescribable red light appeared.

The sky suddenly darkened, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and a gloomy and sorrowful atmosphere filled the world.

Immediately afterwards, a long sword covered in runes slowly emerged from the void behind him; it was the Cataclysmic Sword being drawn from its sheath!

A catastrophe has struck the world, the winds and clouds are in turmoil, and the world has lost its color! The sword hums, not with a clear and melodious sword chant, but as if ten thousand ghosts are weeping, and the world is singing a lament.

"You can force me to use the Cataclysm, Night Ember, you have reason to be proud!" The moment the Universe Treasure gripped the hilt of the sword, his aura surged once more, the evil energy and calamity energy intertwined, making him even more ferocious.

He let out a low shout, his figure transforming into a fleeting black shadow. The Cataclysmic Sword traced an unpredictable trajectory, sometimes piercing, sometimes twisting. Wherever the sword light passed, space seemed to be cut with fine black cracks, carrying the calamity power to annihilate everything, covering Ye Jinming from top to bottom!

His swordsmanship was unpredictable and unconventional, making it impossible to defend against.

Faced with this strange and unpredictable sword move containing the power of calamity, Ye Jinming's eyes narrowed slightly, but he showed no fear whatsoever.

He felt grounded, his mind was calm and focused, and his spirit was clear and serene.

The Amazing Swan Sword was not drawn in a hurry. Instead, the right hand was held with fingers pointing like a sword, and the Nine-Nine Return to One Sword Technique was reproduced!

In an instant, in his "mind's eye," the seemingly irregular and bizarre calamity sword path of the Universe Treasure was slowed down countless times. The trajectory of the sword's flow, the power of the attacks, and even the discontinuities were all clearly reflected as if looking at a fire from a cave!

In an instant, the night embers stirred, still as a tiger, yet swift as thunder!

"Sword - Flowing Light!"

The Jinghong Sword was drawn with a clang, without dazzling sword light, only a silver line condensed to the extreme, faster than thought could react, like a shooting star piercing the night, or a sharp blade cutting through the void.

This sword strike, though launched later, arrived first, piercing the calamity sword net with unparalleled precision, precisely at the weakest point in the flow of power, the most overlooked gap in the transformation of the universe's treasures!

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A soft, yet teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out as two figures passed each other, then stood back to back, motionless.

"Tick-tock—"

A drop of crimson blood slowly seeped from the wrist of the man holding the Cataclysmic Sword in the Universe's treasure trove, dripping onto the ground and splashing into a small blood flower.

A thin, hair-like bloodstain, yet deep enough to see bone, was clearly visible.

If he hadn't reacted extremely quickly and managed to deflect the blood by half an inch at the last moment, it would probably be his wrist that had been cut open. Huan Yu Qi Cang slowly raised his right hand, looked at the bloodstain, and for the first time, his eyes revealed undisguised shock.

He slowly turned around, looking at Ye Jinming, who had also turned around and was leisurely wiping the blade of the Jinghong sword with a white handkerchief. His voice was hoarse: "Good—good sword! Good eye!"

Ye Jinming sheathed the Jinghong Sword, which he had just wiped clean, with unhurried movements, as if the stunning sword strike he had just delivered was merely a casual gesture.

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