As Chen Ping’an descended from the high pavilion and returned to his seat, he realized he had missed two major duels.

The Daoist Zhang Shan from the adjacent chair saw Chen Ping’an and hurriedly stood up, cupping his hands in gratitude. Chen Ping’an had no choice but to return the gesture, accepting the jade token.

This public battle of mortal enemies, for the sake of fairness, wasn’t held within Wind Thunder Garden or True Yang Mountain, but rather at Immortal Ascension Platform, one of the six veins of Wind Snow Temple. As a sacred ground for strategists, Wind Snow Temple was more widely connected than True Martial Mountain. Furthermore, their conduct was far more understated, with disciples descending the mountain more often as wandering heroes than battlefield generals. Thus, they maintained amicable relations with both factions, showing favor to neither side.

As for why Wind Snow Temple chose Immortal Ascension Platform, firstly, it was located atop a towering peak, offering a sweeping vista and pleasing scenery. In terms of sheer aesthetics, it was the most spiritually vibrant geomantic location within Wind Snow Temple. Secondly, Immortal Ascension Platform had few disciples and dwindling incense offerings, relying almost solely on Wei Jin for support. Wei Jin, due to his master’s influence, wasn’t particularly close to the sect. Wind Snow Temple likely hoped to use this opportunity to bolster the incense offerings of Immortal Ascension Platform.

After obtaining the results from Qiu Shi, Chen Ping’an was astonished. In the previous two battles, Wind Thunder Garden had actually lost both times! A patriarch and a renowned sword cultivator of middling seniority had fallen one after the other to the blades of True Yang Mountain’s combatants. The second patriarch-level battle was essentially a draw, resulting in mutual destruction. However, because the True Yang Mountain elder had clung to his last breath, expiring later than the Wind Thunder Garden sword cultivator, Wind Snow Temple ruled in favor of True Yang Mountain according to the established rules.

The vast expanse of Immortal Ascension Platform wasn’t teeming with people. A sparse cluster of buildings was tightly packed in the northeast corner. Only Bottle Continent Qi refiners of sufficient status, power, and cultivation were qualified to ascend the towers and watch the battles. Other cultivators could only observe from afar on the other peaks of Wind Snow Temple.

The enormous Immortal Ascension Platform seemed to be reserved solely for the combatants.

After some conversation, Chen Ping’an discovered that Daoist Zhang Shan had never even heard of True Yang Mountain or Wind Thunder Garden before. This wasn’t surprising. Cultivators from Juyi Continent were notoriously arrogant, looking down upon Bottle Continent, the smallest of the Nine Continents. Perhaps only the names of Cliff Academy, Lake Viewing Academy, Great Li’s Cui Chan, martial artist Song Changjing, and sword immortal Wei Jin were worthy of their attention.

Furthermore, given Daoist Zhang Shan’s cultivation and perspective, and his being from a different continent, it would be strange if he were familiar with the customs and geography of Bottle Continent.

The feud between Wind Thunder Garden and True Yang Mountain was known throughout the continent, originating from the deepest part of Wind Thunder Garden, the sword testing arena. There, the corpse of a female ancestor of True Yang Mountain lay exposed to the elements, having died in battle. Wind Thunder Garden not only refused to return the body, allowing True Yang Mountain disciples to bury her in peace, but they also hadn’t even removed the Wind Thunder Garden-made longsword that had pierced her skull. They allowed it to be viewed at will by disciples and guests entering the garden for three centuries.

What is utter humiliation? This was it!

True Yang Mountain, as the pinnacle of sword dao on the continent, possessed a sword aura that soared to the heavens. In the last three hundred years, they had been on the rise. The talent of their youngest three generations of disciples had surpassed that of Wind Thunder Garden.

After that incident, almost every sixty years, someone from True Yang Mountain would go to Wind Thunder Garden to challenge them, attempting to “invite” the ancestor’s remains back so she could rest in peace. However, the Wind Thunder Garden master who had killed the True Yang Mountain female sword cultivator had lived for another three hundred years after that. Even though True Yang Mountain had produced geniuses during those three centuries, none could defeat him. He wasn’t as ruthless towards later challengers, but he wasn’t merciful either, either severing their path to immortality or destroying their natal swords. Perhaps, for the sword cultivators of True Yang Mountain, that was worse than death, more painful than a glorious demise in battle.

This was the origin of the Eastern Bottle Continent saying, “Wind Thunder Garden suppressing a mountain with one man.”

Now, the Wind Thunder Garden master had finally died, quietly dispersing his soul in reincarnation during the New Year’s spring. Coincidentally, it was also time for the agreed-upon sixty-year battle. Although Wind Thunder Garden had taken strict precautions, hoping to keep this secret from leaking out, True Yang Mountain had somehow learned of it. Every peak of the mountain was shaken, and their morale was high. Some took their families to the graves to burn incense and offer wine. Some decaying elders, barely clinging to life, became thoroughly drunk. The young sword cultivators of True Yang Mountain were filled with a fighting spirit. Three hundred years of humiliation and resentment finally had a chance to be released.

In fact, after the two battles, True Yang Mountain had indeed won, and won handsomely. They had gained both face and substance, so much so that the final battle, the contest of the youngest generation, was superfluous.

The maid Qiu Shi was worried, feeling that the last battle probably wouldn’t happen. The Wind Thunder Garden sect had already lost two battles. At least the Wind Thunder Garden elder in the second battle had only been short a breath, salvaging some face. If they lost a third time, it would be three consecutive losses, and Wind Thunder Garden’s reputation would be completely ruined.

If Wind Thunder Garden stopped now, they could at least claim consolation for accepting the bet.

Chen Ping’an remembered the sword cultivator Liu Baqiao, whom he had met while searching for the Chinese Pistache tree, and suddenly said, “The third battle, Wind Thunder Garden will definitely fight.”

Liu Baqiao was neither friend nor foe to Chen Ping’an. Among those divine outsiders, he had left a deep impression on Chen Ping’an.

Chen Ping’an simply felt that a sect capable of producing someone like Liu Baqiao wouldn’t retreat so easily.

As expected.

After some secret negotiations between Wind Snow Temple, True Yang Mountain, and Wind Thunder Garden, the Wind Snow Temple master, with his childlike face and small stature, walked to the center of Immortal Ascension Platform with a man and a woman, announcing that the third battle was about to begin.

Representing True Yang Mountain was Su Jia, a woman with a longsword at her waist and a sword-nurturing gourd at her side, exuding heroic spirit and possessing captivating beauty.

Representing Wind Thunder Garden was Huang He, the master’s closed-door disciple, carrying a huge sword case on his back. It was unknown whether it contained a large sword or multiple longswords.

While almost everyone was focused on the two young sword cultivators, Chen Ping’an was quietly circulating the true qi within his body, staring intently, searching for a certain figure within the pavilions. Although the scroll of the painting was only so large, the reason it was popular throughout the world was that the eyesight of qi refiners and pure martial artists far exceeded that of ordinary people. Mortals saw a mustard seed as a mustard seed, but the Dao Ancestor seemed to see an entire world. Common people saw a flower and a leaf as just a flower and a leaf, but the Buddha could see a small universe.

Chen Ping’an’s gaze suddenly became dim. He grabbed a few sparrow tongue tea leaves and placed them in his mouth, chewing softly.
From the corridor atop a towering structure, an imposing elder in white robes stood with arms crossed, gazing down upon the Divine Ascension Platform. A girl with delicate features perched atop his head.

The old man occupied a position slightly to the right of the center. Behind the railings of that level stood the patriarchs of the Righteous Sun Mountain, both men and women, each possessing an extraordinary bearing. Their sword energies converged like rivers flowing into the sea, their aura piercing the very heavens.

Chen Ping’an fixed his gaze upon the white-robed elder. After a moment, he shifted his attention to another towering structure, a vantage point reserved by the Wind and Thunder Garden on the Divine Ascension Platform. The number of sword cultivators stationed there was sparse, a stark contrast to the Righteous Sun Mountain’s all-out deployment of Fifth Realm cultivators. The Wind and Thunder Garden’s contingent consisted of a mere handful, mostly younger disciples. Liu Baqiao, for instance, sat lackadaisically on the railings, his posture far from proper. However, after suffering two defeats, his expression was now grave.

The impoverished Daoist watched with rapt attention, murmuring, “It begins.”

Qiu Shi chuckled, “The previous two sword duels were fought with deadly intent. This bout, however, doesn’t require a victor and holds no great significance. I suspect it will be a back-and-forth exchange, not as bloody as before.”

Chen Ping’an offered no comment.

His thoughts were primarily focused on that Righteous Sun Mountain Ape-Moving physique.

Chen Ping’an silently memorized the faces visible in the Righteous Sun Mountain’s pavilion, for only by knowing one’s enemy could one act accordingly. Compared to future hearsay, the scene unfolding before his eyes was the most direct and genuine. These individuals might very well become the obstacles preventing him from scaling the mountain to reason with them. Of course, that day was still distant, as Chen Ping’an was merely a Third Realm martial artist. After all, no matter how powerful a Third Realm cultivator was, they were still only in the Third Realm.

The elderly scholar wearing a sable hat tsked, “This girl named Su Jia is in a precarious position.”

His words hit the mark.

The young sword cultivator on the far right habitually tapped his sword scabbard, “She’s lost. What a pity for that gourd of nurtured swords. It encountered an unworthy master; I doubt you could find a third one like it in all of Jade Conch Continent.”

His words proved prophetic.

Merely three moves. Su Jia drew her sword and unleashed the natal flying sword from her nurtured sword gourd, yet she was still beaten to the ground by the young sword cultivator named Huang He. It turned out that the large box on the man’s back was filled with small swords, resembling a hornet’s nest. These were not natal flying swords, but rather he excelled at multitasking, controlling the flying swords with ease, leaving Su Jia with no room to retaliate. Once, her sword-wielding arm was pierced by a flying sword; another time, the red rope suspending her nurtured sword gourd was severed; and finally, two flying swords were driven into both of her wrists. The Righteous Sun Mountain fairy lay unconscious in a pool of blood.

The number of truly respected fairies in Treasure Bottle Continent was actually quite small. He Xiaoliang, the Jade Maiden of the Divine Edict Sect, was undeniably the foremost. Following her was Su Jia, grouped with three or four others as being renowned throughout the continent, the goddess in the hearts of countless young Qi refiners, admired for a long time. Some even joked that after Su Jia’s rise to fame, the number of disciples accepted by Righteous Sun Mountain every decade increased by thirty percent compared to before.

The sword cultivator Huang He stood beside Su Jia, raised a foot, and stepped upon the exquisite nurtured sword gourd, lightly twisting his foot.

This young sword cultivator from the Wind and Thunder Garden, a grin curving his lips, surveyed the surroundings, finally turning his gaze towards the towering structure where the Righteous Sun Mountain patriarchs stood side by side.

From between his brows, a jet-black natal flying sword shot out, humming. As this flying sword vibrated, the surrounding clouds, seas, mountains, and winds of the Divine Ascension Platform, once gentle and serene, became incredibly chaotic.

After openly demonstrating his provocation, the young man retrieved his natal flying sword and shouted towards the towering structure, “Sixty years from now, I, Huang He, will ascend the Righteous Sun Mountain to test my sword and take a head to place in the Wind and Thunder Garden.”

On the top floor, a white-haired Righteous Sun Mountain patriarch, his beard and hair bristling, glared furiously, unable to resist the urge to go down and beat this foul-mouthed little bastard to death.

Suddenly, the doors to the top floor of the tower where the Wind and Thunder Garden sword cultivators were located opened, and a handsome black-robed sword cultivator stepped out, smiling at the agitated Righteous Sun Mountain patriarch, “Zhou He, relying on your age to bully the young is not good. Or, shall I keep you company?”

As this sword cultivator stepped out, not only the white-haired patriarch but everyone on the Righteous Sun Mountain’s tower was stunned. Amidst the shock, there was also a hint of unwilling despair.

This person was none other than the master of the Wind and Thunder Garden, Li Tuanjing, a man of extraordinary talent. He entered the Tenth Realm at the age of forty, but for the long centuries that followed, he had never broken through, which was unbelievable. But even without reaching the Upper Five Realms, Li Tuanjing was recognized as the strongest Tenth Realm sword cultivator in the Eastern Treasure Bottle Continent, bar none!

Wei Jin, before breaking through and ascending to the Eleventh Realm as a Land Immortal, also admitted that he could not match this man.

Wasn’t it said that Li Tuanjing had already given up his physical body and died?

Li Tuanjing ignored the surprised and uncertain old patriarchs of Righteous Sun Mountain. He raised his head, as if smiling at all the masterminds watching this battle. He placed one hand behind his back, and with the other, he brought two fingers together, gently swirling them. With a flick of his wrist, Li Tuanjing smiled and spoke a single word: “Sever.”

That wisp of clear wind left the black-robed sword cultivator and instantly transformed into a vast and mighty sword energy. It circled once in the sky above the Divine Ascension Platform, severing the connection between the Divine Ascension Platform of the Wind and Snow Temple and the outside world.

The people within the painting were dumbstruck.

Those outside the painting exchanged bewildered glances.

Within the painting, on the Divine Ascension Platform, on the tower, Li Tuanjing neither sought trouble with anyone nor uttered any harsh words. He simply stood there, lost in thought, gazing into the distance at the clouds and seas returning to their peaceful state.

This was a huge relief to the Wind and Snow Temple.

The destructive power of Li Tuanjing, as the strongest Tenth Realm sword cultivator, was evident to all.

When a Qi refiner is praised as the “most” something, especially within the scope of a continent, they are bound to be an extremely fearsome existence.

For example, the youngest Ninth Realm pure martial artist, Song Changjing, the Great Li Prince, had already displayed the strength of a legendary Tenth Realm martial artist during the siege in the capital.

Breaking Li Tuanjing’s record and becoming the youngest Tenth Realm sword cultivator, Wei Jin, was now an Upper Five Realms immortal, high above.

Huang He, with his sword box on his back, slowly returned to the tower.

The Righteous Sun Mountain side began to hastily rescue Su Jia.

Li Tuanjing stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

Even if I have only my last breath left, I will strangle the neck of your Righteous Sun Mountain. Even if your corpse will later be taken away from the Wind and Thunder Garden by your descendants, you still will not feel any relief.

Look at this.

Three hundred years ago, you betrayed my one true heart, and I will make your entire Righteous Sun Mountain unable to raise its head for three hundred years.
You’ve ruined it for those lucky juniors from the sword-cultivating sects who barely scraped by as sword immortals! They’re too ashamed to even hold celebrations, hiding in the mountain mists, sighing and lamenting.

So what if I’m about to die?

Are you satisfied now?

Li Tuanjing shook off his thoughts, turning to walk down the stairs, his hand lightly brushing the banister.

Li Tuanjing reached the next floor and stood beside a young man.

Liu Baqiao, who had finally waited for the conclusion of the grand battle, trembled.

Li Tuanjing smiled, “Baqiao, seeing the woman you love humiliated, watching her sword heart crumble, unable to help because of opposing allegiances, feeling her pain as your own, isn’t it agonizing?”

Liu Baqiao suddenly snapped back to reality, ready to leap over the railing, but Li Tuanjing stopped him, “Just sit.”

Liu Baqiao said guiltily, “Gardener…”

Li Tuanjing smiled gently, “It’s alright, it’s alright. Falling for a woman you shouldn’t have is nothing, the sky won’t fall. And there’s no need to feel guilty.”

Liu Baqiao didn’t know how to respond, unwilling to speak false, deceitful words, yet feeling ashamed towards his sect and the gardener.

Li Tuanjing asked, “Su Jia has fallen from grace, I reckon the Sword-Nourishing Gourd will be taken by Righteous Sun Mountain. With her sword heart destroyed, this fairy who once made all of you youngsters feel inferior, her entire spirit has collapsed. She’ll be no fairy anymore, perhaps not even as good as a nominal female cultivator from Righteous Sun Mountain. Baqiao, I just want to know, will you still love her?”

Liu Baqiao choked, “I’ll love her for the rest of my life. Gardener, am I very worthless?”

Li Tuanjing sighed, “Foolish boy, that’s wonderful.”

“Then keep loving her like that. But don’t neglect your sword practice. You must know, I’ve always had high hopes for you, no less than for Huang He. I didn’t tell you these things before because it wouldn’t have mattered. The only reason I can speak of it now is because there won’t be another chance.”

Liu Baqiao turned his head, “Gardener?”

Li Tuanjing suddenly asked, “Practice your sword well, and in the future, strive to have my remains buried together with that skeleton. Baqiao, if the wheel of fortune turns, and Righteous Sun Mountain is at its zenith, suppressing our Wind Thunder Garden so that we all have to behave with our tails between our legs, what should you do?”

Liu Baqiao no longer had the face or courage to sit on the railing. Standing in the corridor, he said solemnly, “A sword cultivator naturally settles matters with the sword.”

Li Tuanjing teased, “Oh, you remind me so much of my younger self.”

Then, Li Tuanjing gazed into the distance, chuckling, “Remember, that approach won’t work between a man and a woman. Don’t think that just because your swordsmanship is high, you can handle everything that way. When speaking with the woman you love, you still need to…”

“To be gentle, and you still need to say some sweet words.”

Li Tuanjing turned his head, looking at Huang He, the disciple who had been in secluded cultivation, walking slowly from the staircase.

Looking at the two young men, the strongest Qi Refinement cultivator of the tenth realm in Treasure Bottle Continent, laughed freely, “After I die, the future of Wind Thunder Garden will be shouldered by you two.”

Huang He’s face was cold, “Master, I alone am enough.”

Liu Baqiao grinned, “That’s great, the capable should do more, no need for me to carry the burden.”

Li Tuanjing laughed heartily, pointing to Huang He, “The sword cultivator’s boundless lethality, shaking the world, belongs to you.”

Then, his finger turned to Liu Baqiao, “The sword cultivator’s unparalleled elegance, fine wine and beautiful women, belongs to you.”

Li Tuanjing finally said leisurely, “In short, it all belongs to our Wind Thunder Garden.”

On the Kun vessel heading to Southern Gully Country, a burly man beside a woman sneered, “Besides that black-clad sword cultivator who came out last, who actually had some real skill, the other three battles were so-so. If they were in our Gathering Lye Continent, they wouldn’t have the face to put on such a big show.”

The woman nodded and smiled, “That Sword-Nourishing Gourd is really good. I wonder if there’s a chance to buy it.”

An old nanny standing respectfully with her hands clasped smiled, “Madam only needs to state her name, and it shouldn’t be difficult to obtain the Sword-Nourishing Gourd.”

In the leftmost seat, an old man in scholar’s robes and a sable hat couldn’t bear the noise from next door, as well as the endless pontificating. Ever since the first battle, those guys nearby had been nitpicking, this was wrong, that was bad, annoying him to death. So the old man tilted his head and spat a thick wad of phlegm on the ground, “Their swordsmanship might not be comparable to the sword immortals of our Gathering Lye Continent, but the three battles were fought with great spirit, invigorating and satisfying, what more do you want?”

The tall man said sternly, “Old bastard seeking death?”

The old man sneered, “So what if I’m seeking death? How about we make a life-and-death pact? After watching the fun between Wind Thunder Garden and Righteous Sun Mountain, we’ll let others watch a show too? If I lose, I’ll admit defeat. If I win, I’ll screw your mistress for three days and three nights, how about it?”

No more chatter, let’s get to it.

The frail, timid man with a scholarly air beside the woman acted as a peacemaker, “Let’s talk things out, talk things out… We’re all from Gathering Lye Continent, why hurt each other’s harmony…”

The skinny, gaunt woman, instead of getting angry, turned her head with interest and smiled, “Too bad you’re a bit old, I reckon your old waist wouldn’t withstand my three or two moves. Fighting under the bed and fighting on the bed are very different, you know. Right, old wax meat?”

“Pah!”

The old man spat again, “Don’t just talk about you, bamboo-pole woman, I’ll screw your pretty boy man too!”

Chen Pingan was dumbfounded.

How did it feel like he had returned to Mud Bottle Lane and Apricot Blossom Lane?

The young sword cultivator on the far right turned his head impatiently, “If you want to fight, then fight already, stop mouthing off there, don’t pollute our ears!”

Alright, here’s another hot-tempered one, not only not mediating, but pouring oil on the fire.

Chen Pingan had a headache, was there really going to be a fight?

The female sword cultivator with a small sword as a hair clasp was indifferent, only looking up at the scroll, seemingly savoring the spirit and energy contained in the three desperate battles.

Fortunately, the boatman who had previously interacted with Wei Bo walked over with a smile, his gaze sweeping over everyone, starting with the old man in scholar’s robes, clasping his fist and calling out a title for each person he saw, “Sword Crock Mister, Green Bone Madam, Hulus Boy, would you give me some face and let’s just drop it here today?”

The three parties could have not given the boatman face, or even not given Face Slapping Mountain any face, but when the boatman spoke the three simple names, things became simple.
The Confucian scholar elder, nicknamed “Sword Jar,” was a well-known eccentric sword cultivator in the southern part of Ju-lu Island. His cultivation realm wasn’t particularly high, only Golden Core, and he belonged to no sect or school. However, he excelled at nurturing swords within ancient jars and often helped middle-five realm sword cultivators temper their flying swords without charge, thus making friends across the land.

Madam Azure Bone was not a sword cultivator, but she had a tenth-realm sword cultivator as her adopted father, who was fiercely protective. Furthermore, she possessed an extremely unreasonable divine weapon. Coupled with the fact that the woman herself was also a seventh-realm martial arts grandmaster, proficient in close-quarters combat, her reputation was fearsome.

As for the young sword cultivator’s compound surname, Hu-lu, it was exceptionally famous in Ju-lu Island, unique and without equal.

Within the family, there was a Jade Purity Realm ancestor, a Land Immortal of the sword, who was one of the sword immortals who led the team to the Upside-Down Mountain earlier. He was upright in character and a close friend of Xie Shi, the Daoist master of the island. The current head of the Hu-lu family was the Grand Commandant of the largest dynasty in the eastern part of Ju-lu Island. Due to being innately unsuited for cultivation, he was a frail scholar with no strength to truss a chicken, yet he ultimately held sway over three hundred thousand soldiers, gathering nearly a thousand sword cultivators under his command, earning the reputation of “Thousand-Sword Literary Marshal.”

Da-jiao Mountain couldn’t be said to fear the three parties. It wasn’t that their strength was enough to contend with the Hu-lu family, but rather that the heavens were high and the land was vast, their reach was too far. As for Madam Azure Bone, who enjoyed keeping male concubines, and the rogue cultivator Sword Jar, Da-jiao Mountain was naturally even less afraid. However, visitors were guests, and there was no reason to turn business into enmity.

The elder cried out “Ouch!” and leaned forward, craning his neck to look at the young sword cultivator, asking loudly, “Young lad surnamed Hu-lu, who is Hu-lu Yin-zi to you?”

The young sword cultivator said with ill-concealed annoyance, “He’s my uncle, been in closed-door cultivation for many years. Do you know him?”

The elder slapped his thigh. “Haha, Hu-lu Yin-zi was a boring blockhead when he was young. The first time he went to a brothel to lose his virginity, it was this old man who took him! After that, tsk tsk tsk, he followed this old man around constantly. Damn, I’ve only heard of people sponging food and drink, but someone sponging off prostitution like your uncle… in all my years, I’ve only met one!”

The young sword cultivator’s face flushed red. He quickly glanced cautiously at the female sword cultivator beside him. Seeing no abnormality, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and said righteously to the old rascal, “My uncle is not that kind of person!”

The Confucian scholar elder rolled his eyes. “This old man and your uncle had a rock-solid relationship, helping each other push ass. What does a greenhorn like you know!”

The young sword cultivator was struck as if by lightning.

The female sword cultivator finally couldn’t bear it any longer, and shouted angrily, “Shut up!”

The elder said with a grin, “Wow, such a fierce little wife, looks like you’re in for some hard times.”

The young sword cultivator knew he was in trouble, but there was no time to warn him.

The female sword cultivator already had a face as cold as frost. “Speaking disrespectfully and without restraint, I’ll shatter your dog teeth!”

The hairpin sword, used to tie up her black hair, was already extremely small, its blade was without an edge, exquisite and slender.

However, as it left its owner’s hair, the end of the sword bloomed with a strand of snowy white light. The trajectory of the flying sword stretched into an extremely long and dazzling white line in the air.

Flying swords in the world were already known for their swiftness and difficulty to defend against, but this woman’s small sword was even faster to an almost unbelievable degree.

Too fast!

An eye-opener.

Chen Ping’an’s thoughts stirred slightly.

“Ouch, my god, that hurts!”

The Confucian scholar elder covered his mouth, blood flowing freely, his speech slurred.

It turned out that the flying sword had pierced his lip and directly shattered one of the elder’s front teeth.

The elder didn’t get angry, but laughed instead, feeling extremely happy. He clapped his hands on his thighs, spraying saliva mixed with blood as he shouted, “What a ‘Lightning Bolt’! As expected of one of the fastest flying swords in Ju-lu Island, the name is well-deserved, well-deserved!”

Even Madam Azure Bone felt a chill.

Another descendant whose ancestor was an unparalleled sword immortal.

Moreover, compared to the powerful Hu-lu family, the previous owner of the “Lightning Bolt” belonged to a force that was small but powerful, with extremely strong combat strength.

He once walked alone with his sword in the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Central Earth Continent, his sword was called “Tiger Rhinoceros”, and his flying sword was called “Lightning Bolt”.

Although Chen Ping’an didn’t know the secret inside information of those mountain peaks in Ju-lu Island, and besides, they were talking in Ju-lu Island dialect, which Chen Ping’an couldn’t understand at all, but this was undoubtedly a storm brewing between immortals.

So he honestly sat in place, prepared to run away at any time if things went wrong.

Fortunately, after chatting during these days, and with Chun Shui Qiu Shi’s explanation, he understood that on this Kun-ship spanning three continents, it wouldn’t be too strange to encounter any kind of immortal.

As for the mundane world of Treasure Bottle Continent beneath the Kun-ship, there weren’t so many shocking existences. Not only was the small Eastern Treasure Bottle Continent like this, but even Ju-lu Island, which was vast and rich in resources and had countless swordsmen, was the same.

After the female sword cultivator returned her flying sword to its sheath, she smiled apologetically to the Da-jiao Mountain ship owner, who felt relieved.

In fact, with her helping to finalize the matter, things wouldn’t be complicated, but would end sooner rather than later.

Sure enough, the three parties quieted down, and the tense atmosphere from before was gone.

At this moment, Chen Ping’an didn’t feel how treacherous the world was in the small town or in Fallen Mountain. It was far from the kind of despair and numbness that the boy in green had.

But after seeing the battle of the sword cultivators in the flower-and-bird scroll, and watching the immortals sparring up close, Chen Ping’an told himself in his heart: Chen Ping’an, don’t just focus on drinking, you have to practice your boxing more diligently, and start learning to sword earlier.

Chen Ping’an subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky outside the Kun-ship, flying with a sword, passing through clouds and rain, and accompanying birds. This made him yearn for it.