The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

That genius with extraordinary talent!

He said in a trembling voice.

"He... He is Jingyan! Why did Jingyan return to Qiushui?!"

No, he shouldn't ask such a question.

After all, since half a month ago, there has been a stir in the Autumn Water, and a rumor has emerged that a monster from Dongsheng Shenzhou has appeared in Zhongzhou.

After a while, the rumor turned into an unspeakable man-eating demon king approaching Qiu Shui.

Later, the rumor changed again, into that a despicable traitor had entered Dongsheng Shenzhou.

In fact, he knew very well who the guy described in the message was, or rather, all the fellow monks of the same age who were born and raised in Qiu Shui knew it. That day, they once again recalled the fear of being dominated by the scriptures in their childhood.

But rumors are just rumors after all, and no one takes them seriously. They are just rumors that they are remembered, and are not worth being afraid of.

But gradually, the tone of the rumors began to change.

"Jing Yan has arrived at the Qiushui Mountains."

"The genius cultivator said that he was close to the main peak of Qiushui."

It was not until today, when he saw Jing Yan himself appear in public, that he realized one thing clearly.

"The extremely gifted Qiushui genius swordsman Jing Yan has now arrived at his loyal Qiushui."

......

"what?"

“He is Jingyan?”

The cultivators who knew Jingyan had already fled, but there were still many disciples who joined the sect later who did not know Jingyan.

Although most of them had heard of Jingyan's deeds to some extent, most of them just listened to it as a story and did not take it seriously.

Listening to the whispers and discussions around him, Jing Yan couldn't help but cover his forehead.

Have the dark pasts that I did as a child really become stories known to everyone in Qiu Shui?

"What, Jingyan, it's impossible?"

Some people were whispering.

"I heard that Jing Yan betrayed Qiu Shui and was hunted down by dozens of Mahayana cultivators, and eventually died, didn't he?"

"Nonsense, my uncle is Qiu Shui's worshiper. I heard that Jing Yan joined the game and went undercover in the Demon Sect to capture the Demon Sect in one fell swoop!"

"You're talking nonsense. Where the hell did your uncle come from? But I do have information from a source. I heard from my second aunt that Jingyan was abducted by the Saint of the Demon Cult and brought back to the Demon Cult to be used as a cauldron to drain his innate spiritual power!"

"Stop arguing, my neighbor's brother-in-law's cousin's dog's former owner has an absolutely reliable source of information. Jing Yan said that during the years this kid disappeared, he was actually kidnapped by the Qinglan Sword Sect, a hostile force of our Qiu Shui, and became a son-in-law!"

"Wow, is it true?"

"It's true, it's guaranteed to be true."

"You are such a big-headed ghost!"

Jing Yan couldn't help it. He had originally planned to try to remain calm and create a gentle personality when he returned to the sect this time. However, within just a few minutes, his plan was quickly shattered.

He couldn't help but stepped forward and said angrily:

"Where is the guy who said I was kidnapped and used as a cauldron? Come out, I promise I won't beat you!"

"Look, he really is going to eat someone."

The crowd was in chaos, unable to tell who had said what had happened. They were all shaking their heads, with a few sharp comments popping out from time to time.

The sutra says: "......"

Well, it was his fault for having expectations for Qiu Shui's painting style. No wonder he was such a bad boy when he was a child. It turned out that it was because of the general environment.

However, just as Jing Yan was lost in thought, there was a commotion in the crowd, and someone forcibly cleared a path through the crowd.

He was a burly man in a Taoist robe. His robe was somewhat different from the clothes of the surrounding disciples. Unlike the simple gilded sword patterns of Qiu Shui's disciples, his robe was engraved with a huge golden pupil.

There was a brutal look in his eyes, his muscular body held his robe tight, and his appearance was different from that of ordinary people - his eyes were light grey, and the ends of his hair were swirling with gold.

Qiu Shui's disciple immediately showed a hint of disgust in his eyes, but he did not show it. He just quietly moved away from him.

“Are you Jingyan?”

He was tall and looked at Jingyan arrogantly, disdainfully, and couldn't help shaking his head.

"I've heard about your deeds for a long time. I thought you were some kind of genius and I could have a hearty duel with you, but I didn't expect you to be just a useless person with a huge drop in cultivation and a broken sword heart... Did you return to Qiushui this time to wag your tail and beg for pity?"

Jingyan frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

He didn't remember the existence of such a strange guy in Qiu Shui. He didn't look like a normal person, but there was a hint of...divinity in his aura?

"Haha."

"Although you, a useless person, are not qualified to know my name, I will still be merciful and tell you."

The burly man smiled perversely.

"Northern Julu Continent, the Protoss cultivator, Yanli."

Ninety-nine. And then... get out!

Gods.

This is a distant and unfamiliar title.

Jingyan remembered the gods that Ling'er had told him about. In the chaotic ancient times, the gods maintained supreme glory. They occupied most of the continent, and their kingdom of gods reached all over the world.

Even Yun Su told Jing Yan that Zhongzhou’s former name was Juxianzhou, and that era was called the Kingdom of Gods. This is enough to show how powerful the gods were in the past.

But looking at the present, there seems to be only one word to describe them.

That's Pull.

He is like a prodigal son who squandered his ancestors' immense fortune, starting tens of thousands of years ago and continuing to do so until today.

Even so, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Even though the gods have been squandering day after day, they still occupy the vast land of Uttarakuru. Although the environment is not as good as that of Zhongzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou of the human race, it should not be underestimated.

Moreover, the gods today are no longer gods in the traditional sense. Most of them are hybrids of gods and humans, or hybrids of gods and demons. The number of these hybrids depends on the sexual preferences of the gods, and it is difficult to inquire about them.

Although gods have long lifespans, they will still die, die in war, die in power struggles, and die at the end of their lifespans.

In short, from ancient times to the present, there are fewer and fewer purebred gods, even to the point where there are only a few left in the entire continent. And now the leader of the gods is a rare purebred god, and also the strongest fighting force of the gods.

It was precisely because of his presence that the demon cult in Nanposo Province did not dare to invade Beijulu Province so wantonly. They only spread the war to the east of Beijulu Province, the barren land covered with heavy snow.

The Demon Cult and the God Clan have an irreconcilable feud. No one knows how long this hatred has been spreading, and only very few people know the cause. In the end, most of the younger generations of the Demon Cult and the God Clan have been instilled with the seeds of hatred since childhood. The seeds take root and sprout, and then bear new fruits. The fruits give birth to new seeds, and this cycle repeats itself, and time passes slowly.

So it has come to this day.

But why would the cultivators of the God Clan be in Qiu Shui?

Jing Yan was puzzled, so he turned his attention to Qiu Shui's disciple standing beside him.

As if recalling the fear that they once felt when being dominated by the words of the sutra, the Qiushui disciples around them explained in a low voice: "He is a disciple of the gods from Northern Juluzhou who exchanged with our Qiushui sect to study... Can you understand what I am saying?"

Isn't she just an exchange student?

Jing Yan nodded, looked at the god-clan cultivator in front of him who called himself Yanli, and glanced at him coldly.

Although he did not have any sense of identification with Qiu Shui, but rather a sense of belonging to his master and Qingzhu Peak, the sudden appearance of something like this in the sect would indeed make him feel very unhappy.

"Go away."

Jing Yan put the broken sword in his hand back into the scabbard and spoke in a flat voice.

"roll?"

Yanli laughed loudly: "Just relying on a little loser like you who is only at the early stage of the Golden Core? And the sword you just used, if you are really too poor to afford a sword, why not beg me, maybe I will be merciful and give you one."

After saying that, he didn't forget to mutter under his breath: "I thought I would meet an opponent with some strength, but I didn't expect him to be just a show-off."

"Oh."

Jingyan's voice was emotionless: "Can you get out of here now?"

"You are the one who should get out, you useless piece of shit who was born by a mother but not raised by one. And your useless master, I think his name is Yun Su, I don't know how miserable he is in the mountain. Like master, like disciple..."

Disgust is still being output continuously.

Jing Yan actually didn’t want to get involved with him too much, he just wanted to quickly get rid of this annoying guy, but after hearing his words, Jing Yan froze.

Few people know that before Jing Yan joined Qiu Shui, he was just an ordinary person with parents and a family, but all of this was gone...

But he was too young at that time, and even as a time traveler, his memories of his childhood were vague.

Of the limited memories Jingyan had, almost all of them were about Yun Su, that stupid master who was at a loss and messed up everything.

Although it sounds a bit ridiculous, at least Yun Su gave him a home.

Therefore, when Yanli said the name Yunsu, Jingyan's eyes couldn't help but become cold. This was an expression that Wen Youqing and Luo Li had never seen before. Even Yunsu, who had been with him day and night when they were young, had never seen Jingyan with such a look.

He stopped and spoke to the Qiu Shui disciple beside him.

"Give me your sword."

"what?"

Qiu Shui's disciple was stunned, but still obediently drew out his sword and handed it to Jing Yan.

Jing Yan shook the sword, and found it light and of extraordinary quality. It seemed that this disciple of Qiu Shui had spent a lot of energy in tempering it.

Coincidentally, his swordsmanship had recovered by about one eighth last night. Although his level was not as good as before, he had no problem striking out one or two sword strikes.

"You don't have your own sword? How dare you ask others to borrow one? If you want one, why don't you come and ask for it..."

But before Yanli's voice fell, his eyes saw a flash of sword light.

fast!

Indescribably fast!

It’s so fast that it seems to be able to cut off time, cut off cause and effect, and cut off fate!

The sword flashed, and Yanli's brain seemed to enter a transcendent mode at this moment. He just watched Jingyan swing the sword, plain and unpretentious, but unavoidable. Everything seemed to have entered a slow-motion scene, causing Yanli to observe the sharpness of the sword from all angles!

This is Yanli's talent, which allows him to fall into the realm of God in critical moments and think about how to resolve the attack.

This is an unsolvable talent. Such a talent is outstanding even among the gods. Many cultivators with higher cultivation than him have been defeated by him because of this.

But now, he is in the early stage of Nascent Soul, while the boy in front of him is only in the early stage of Golden Core. Logically speaking, under the suppression of a higher level, he should be able to beat the boy in front of him without any chance of fighting back.

But when he swung the sword, no matter how Yanli observed, he could not find any possibility of surviving the sword.

No, not only him, even if he advances to the next level, the middle stage of the Nascent Soul... no, even the perfect Nascent Soul will not be spared!

This is a sword that is powerful enough to pierce through illusions!

The short moment slowed down countless times, Yanli closed his eyes, ready to face the sword that could not be dodged -

The sword cut off the hair at his temples, and the three-foot cold light was only a millimeter away from his neck.

This long sword borrowed from someone else was placed on his neck, and his life was in the hands of the young man in front of him.

Yanli suddenly felt extremely regretful. He seemed to have picked the wrong opponent... The young master also seemed to have picked the wrong opponent.

"Apologize to me, apologize to my master."

Jing Yan looked coldly at the Protoss cultivator in front of him and spoke slowly.

The Dao heart that he had cultivated over the years maintained his aversion and did not flinch. He gritted his teeth and continued:

"Heh, he's just a sneak attack from a villain. If we confront him head-on, you'll definitely..."

Before he could finish, Jingyan moved his sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Yanli's waist.

The meaning is obvious.

Didn’t you say that I attacked you by surprise? Well, since you want to fight, then draw your sword and fight me fair and square.

There was a gleam of ferocity in Yanli's eyes. He was considered one of the best among the younger generation of the God Clan who went to Qiu Shui this time. Now that someone had put a sword on his neck so easily, he had become a joke.

However, he was also afraid of the sword that Jing Yan had just swung out. He felt that even if he used all his strength, he would not be able to dodge that sword.

So, he decided to take advantage of the opportunity given to him by Jing Yan and use his strongest killing move.