A waterfall crashed down.

The white-clad youth was shocked. This body was in its prime, inevitably influencing Cui Chan’s state of mind to some extent. Coupled with the situation inside the ancient well, the speed at which his body sank into the water was destined to be slower than the approaching sword qi. Cui Chan had nowhere to retreat, so he didn’t shrink back at all. With one hand forming a hand seal in front of him and the other palm facing the well opening, he offered up a life-saving talisman that could be considered his last resort.

A mirror appeared in the youth’s jade-like palm. The mirror surface was only slightly smaller than the well opening, emitting a faint yellowish halo.

Some white rainbow sword qi flowed down along the edge of the mirror, instantly evaporating the well water.

The entire mirror surface blocked most of the sword qi. Upon impact, the mirror burst forth with dazzling, eye-piercing electric light.

With a bang.

The white-clad youth’s figure plunged downward, falling more than half a *zhang*. His entire arm trembled violently, then was gradually bent down by the suppressing sword qi until his palm was level with his head.

The youth Cui Chan’s head began to tilt, using his shoulder to support the ancient mirror. At the same time, he used both hands to hold up the bottom of the mirror with all his might. His head could tilt, but if the mirror tilted and he was doused with sword qi, it wouldn’t just be the destruction of a priceless, flawless body, but rather the death and dissipation of this “youth Cui Chan.” All that would remain in the world would be the Great Li Imperial Preceptor Cui Chan.

The body, naturally endowed with the most supreme “golden branch and jade leaves” bone structure, had all its joints issuing dull popping sounds like exploding soybeans.

The youth Cui Chan’s face was contorted. His shoulder was bleeding from the friction against the bottom of the mirror, and his face was deathly pale. His figure at the bottom of the well was being pressed down inch by inch. He still chuckled hoarsely, “Even I, your father, have a day like this? Old Scholar, Qi Jingchun, you two bastards, you’ve harmed me greatly! One harmed me, making me drop from the Twelfth Realm to the Tenth Realm, and the other harmed me, making me drop from the Tenth Realm to the Fifth Realm! If you have the ability, let your disciples and junior brothers just turn Cui Chan into a complete mortal! Come on, if you dare! I don’t believe that the sword qi used by a Martial Artist Second Realm youth can break this Lei Bu Si Yin Mirror (Thunder Department Seal Mirror)!”

When a Land Sword Immortal unleashes a sword, it often surges into the heavens, originating from the earth and illuminating the sky.

Chen Ping’an’s sword, because it was unleashed towards the bottom of the well, was relatively unremarkable. However, the waterway connecting the well to the great river had suffered a great calamity, and even the distant water mansion on the riverbank had begun to have its luck shaken.

The blue-robed man who was the Cold Food River Water God had thought that tonight’s encounter was a blessing in disguise. He was celebrating with his trusted subordinates, the River Count Scholar Sui Bin and the River God Barrier-Jiang Toad, when disaster struck. The three golden characters on the “Great Water Mansion” plaque had already begun to crack, forcing the blue-robed man to hurry and fly to the entrance, reaching out to hold the ends of the plaque to prevent the golden characters from collapsing and his river luck from dissipating.

At the bottom of the well, the handsome youth with a mole between his eyebrows, using his shoulder to support the mirror, said with a painful expression, “Chen Ping’an! If you can’t kill me this time, even if I, Cui Chan, have to give up half my life, I will personally kill you after I go up! I will peel away your soul bit by bit, making you wish you were dead for a hundred years!”

In the small town, the one surnamed Cui stole the Spring Festival couplets from Song Jixin’s wall. After Chen Ping’an arrived at the Yang family’s shop, he mentioned names like Embroidered Tiger and Martial Uncle to Old Man Yang, but the old man didn’t say anything. Chen Ping’an didn’t press for details, assuming that Old Man Yang wasn’t familiar with them or wasn’t interested at all.

Because when the youth with a mole between his eyebrows announced his name under the memorial archway, he only said two characters, and the youth himself said that the second character was obscure and rare, Chen Ping’an only confirmed the character Cui from beginning to end.

Later, Chen Ping’an remembered something. Miss Ning Yao had once mentioned unintentionally that there was a fellow with the nickname Embroidered Tiger in the Great Li Dynasty, who was very skilled at chess and was the only person that the Great Sui National Master considered a great enemy.

Chen Ping’an asked Li Baoping and the other two if they had ever heard of “Embroidered Tiger,” and the three children who grew up in the small town with him all shook their heads in ignorance. Chen Ping’an later asked the Yin God this question, but the Yin God clearly knew the answer but said that he had rules to abide by and couldn’t say. Once he violated those agreements, Yin Thunder would rise from the ground and cause his soul to fly away and dissipate. Chen Ping’an certainly didn’t want to force him, so he put the question aside.

Chen Ping’an saw the Yin God’s attitude towards the youth surnamed Cui, distant and calm from beginning to end. At the very least, he didn’t treat the white-clad youth as an enemy, so Chen Ping’an was relieved. He felt that whether it was Cui Dongshan or the chess player Embroidered Tiger, no matter what they coveted from him, it was ultimately a “one-on-one battle between the two of them.” Even if he lost the “chess game,” he could unleash sword qi and go for a mutually assured destruction. If one wisp wasn’t enough, he would unleash another wisp. If both wisps of sword qi were used up and still couldn’t kill the white-clad youth, then Chen Ping’an could only resign himself to fate.

However, when Chen Ping’an saw the line on the map, the unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He was very afraid that this line, which started at the government office, actually had a more distant source, with a conspiracy that Chen Ping’an couldn’t imagine. For example, Mr. Qi, who was doing well, suddenly passed away, and then the groom of the school, Ma Fuzi, died suddenly on the way to Mountain Cliff Academy with Li Baoping and the others. In the end, he, Chen Ping’an, became the richest person in the small town, owning five mountains!

The white-clad youth surnamed Cui mentioned a “Tian Xia Ying Chun (All Under Heaven Welcomes Spring)” seal in the house before entering the well, and Chen Ping’an just happened to have a “Jing Xin De Yi (Peace of Mind and Contentment)” seal given to him by Mr. Qi.

It must be related to Mr. Qi!

It must be related to Li Baoping and the other three!

It might even be a situation where people would die.

Chen Ping’an had already personally experienced the ruthlessness of cultivators in the small town.

Chen Ping’an couldn’t imagine how much regret he would feel if the adorable Li Baoping, the timid Li Huai, and the clever Lin Shouyi died before his eyes, and he was powerless to do anything.

Chen Ping’an’s chess skills were slow and lacked inspiration. He admitted that he wasn’t even worthy of carrying shoes for Lin Shouyi.

Although he didn’t sort out the complete ins and outs in the end, since he had already thought of the worst outcome, there was no way he could let the extremely skilled chess player “Embroidered Tiger” advance step by step. Chen Ping’an was afraid that when this person closed the net, even if he possessed two wisps of sword qi, he wouldn’t be able to change the outcome.

If it was just scheming for the objects on him, Chen Ping’an, or Lin Shouyi’s so-called ethereal Great Dao, Chen Ping’an wouldn’t have had such great determination to strike first!

At this moment, after Chen Ping’an unleashed this wisp of sword qi, the Qi Palace where the sword qi resided was completely empty. The Qi that his body had nurtured seized the opportunity and poured in frantically. This back-and-forth movement caused the Qi and blood in the nearby acupoints to surge violently, causing a burst of pain in Chen Ping’an’s chest. The pain caused the youth to fall back onto the well curb, panting heavily.

Due to the obstruction of the ancient mirror, the sword qi rainbow light lingered in the well for a long time without dissipating.

Chen Ping’an stared fixedly at the bottom of the well, quickly adjusting his breathing, trying to forcibly raise a breath of Qi, but failing. He tried again, repeating the process.

The youth’s eyes were red, his ears were ringing, and his heart was pounding like a drum. All the meridians in his body were like rivers and streams after a heavy rain, rushing together. With only one thought left in his mind, the youth stood up unsteadily and told himself in his heart: “Again, I must do it again. I must make this last wisp of sword qi ready to be unleashed in the Qi Palace. Otherwise, if that person still has the strength to counterattack, he will kill everyone! I promised Mr. Qi that none of them can have an accident. I must do what I say…”

The grass-shoe-wearing youth, with a blurred consciousness, stood up shakily by relying on a belief. Then, he stepped onto the well curb with one foot, followed by the other.

No matter how much the youth’s upper body swayed, Chen Ping’an’s two feet were rooted on the well curb.

Unfortunately, no one could witness this scene.

The youth joined two fingers together like a sword, trembling, and pointed it towards the bottom of the well.

On the western coast of Treasure Bottle Continent, a poor scholar was about to leave Treasure Bottle Continent and return to the extremely distant Central Earth Divine Continent when he temporarily sensed a situation somewhere. Helpless, he said, “This kid is really getting more reckless as he gets younger. If the teaching isn’t strict, it’s the teacher’s fault. Forget it, I’ll clean up the mess myself.”

“Let me see where it is. North of the Yellow Court Kingdom, not yet to the Great Sui Dynasty, eh? It’s very close to that river. Very good, very good. I happened to have been to that Thunder Cliff before, which can save a lot of time.”

“Having too much skill and too many abilities isn’t good either. It’s troublesome when making choices. Let me think about it. Hmm, I’ll use the Taoist art of shrinking the earth into an inch.”

The old scholar shook the luggage behind him and sighed. He stretched out his toe and scooped up a pile of sand in front of him. After chanting some incantations, he stepped on the small pile of sand, flattening it.

At the same time, the old man’s figure disappeared.

In an instant, the old scholar appeared staggering on the ancient Shu Kingdom ruins written with “Heavenly Emperor’s Reprimand to the Flood Dragon,” on the Great Cliff. His front and back feet lightly stepped on the top of the mountain. After standing firm, he looked at the distance and his expression was full of self-satisfaction. He sighed, “Without this body as a burden, I am indeed more powerful.”

The entire mountain cliff rumbled and shook. The water of a great river was like a piece of silk laid on a table, pulled and shaken violently by someone, and towering waves rose every few tens of *zhang* near the river.

The old man didn’t want to ruin the local customs of the two banks, so he quickly reached out and pressed down.

The river water, as if an evil dragon was causing waves, instantly calmed down.

At this time, the old man discovered that there were two Confucian scholars, one old and one young, at the edge of the cliff, staring at him with wide eyes. The old scholar had to smile awkwardly and say, “The moonlight is good, the moonlight is good. I won’t disturb your enjoyment of the scenery. Just pretend I wasn’t here.”

The old scholar then looked into the distance and nodded, “It’s there. Fortunately, it’s not far.”

The old scholar was just about to take a step, with the sole of his shoe only a hair’s breadth away from the ground, but just like that, he stopped. The poor scholar suddenly became solemn, “Eh?”

With this great cliff on the riverbank as the center, within a circle of about ten *li*, wisps of sword qi appeared out of thin air, thousands of threads and tens of thousands of strands. Countless sword qi gathered together, condensing into a shocking and monstrous circular sword formation.

Anyone who touched even a bit of the sword qi would be turned into powder.

This was Cui Minghuang of the Lake-Viewing Academy’s first feeling.

The Thunder Pond was absolutely insurmountable.

This was what the old man who had returned to the human world from the sea of stars was thinking in his mind at this time.

Then, the two looked at each other, both with bitter smiles and suspicion.

It was said that when immortals fight, mortals suffer, but they were already genuine immortals on the mountain. What was going on now?

The old scholar sighed, feeling a little headache, and muttered, “What’s going on?”

A woman’s chuckle sounded, “What, only you are allowed to have helpers and backers, but my little Ping’an isn’t allowed to have them too?”