Chapter 1622: This place is not suitable for you

Xinran Zhanglao's suppressed anger exploded again; he stared at the Lingjian Zhenren before him, eyes blazing with fury, and said, "Say that again!"

She is doing well here, very free, with no restrictions, resources abundant, she needn't worry about various situations; she just needs to fulfill her duty, and she can even wait for Chen Chuyang to come and favor her—what a wonderful life, needing neither thought nor concern, truly a dream come true; no one could want such a life and not have it.

How could she possibly dislike this place? How could she leave this place? Even if the Heaven Sword Sect were perfect, it wouldn't be one ten-thousandth of Longshe Shan; wanting her to leave this place and go to a strange location is impossible.

Xinran Zhanglao would absolutely never agree; she could never leave this place, nor could she follow the Lingjian Zhenren back to suffer punishment—she knows better than anyone what kind of person the Lingjian Zhenren is; following him would only lead to being schemed against, and then falling into his trap again; she would never jump into the same pit a second time.

Everyone knows the Lingjian Zhenren's intentions; what Xinran Zhanglao cannot tolerate is that this person clearly has his own schemes yet pretends to act for your benefit—it's truly disgusting, making her feel disgusted, wishing she could immediately draw her sword and kill him.

Her body tensed, she gripped the sword hilt, the blade left the sheath with a clang, the sword's cry vibrated, killing intent and sword technique erupted, locking onto the Lingjian Zhenren—if he dared utter another word, he would be killed instantly.

Xinran Zhanglao's anger could not be contained; she was still forcibly suppressing it, knowing she could neither explode nor act, Tianlian Zhenren immediately pulled her back, preventing her from acting and from losing her composure.

At the very least, not now.

Absolutely must not explode.

"Xinran sister, calm down, don't fall for the trick." Tianlian Zhenren pulled her, sincerely advising, one must not be deceived nor act.

Lingjian Zhenren gazed at the furious Xinran Zhanglao and continued: "Junior sister, you're still the same, easily angered; the Heaven Sword Sect is the most suitable place for you to cultivate, as a swordsman, the Heaven Sword Sect is your home—countless swordsmen wish to enter my Heaven Sword Sect, yet none are qualified."

"Within Cangzhou and Lingzhou, my Heaven Sword Sect is the holy land of swordsmen; senior brother brings you back because he believes you are suitable, and no one dares to oppose."

"Junior sister, go back with senior brother; senior brother can guarantee you will swiftly break through the Dao Realm and become a key cultivator of the Heaven Sword Sect—in just a few decades you will surely find your own sword path and advance to Sword Immortal."

Swordsmen are countless, but Sword Immortals—within Cangzhou and Lingzhou there are only a few.

To advance to Sword Immortal, how difficult it is—truly like thousands of troops crossing a single-log bridge, only a handful succeed.

Xinran Zhanglao gave a cold snort: "Hmph, my affairs need no interference from you; you don't need to manage me—just manage yourself. If you dare say such things again, I will kill you."

She struggled to endure, striving to calm herself, not allowing herself to fall into irritability.

As a swordsman, this is still achievable.

Lingjian Zhenren said: "Junior sister, this time senior brother will neither deceive nor trap you; if you don't believe me, you can ask Wu Mie Zhenren."

The nearby Wu Mie Zhenren, hearing this, knew this man wanted him to speak for him, to use him; Wu Mie Zhenren immediately shook his head: "I know nothing; that's your business—please don't drag me in."

Not speaking, not speaking for anyone, just standing aside to watch the show—wouldn't that be fine?

She wouldn't do something that would offend two people; Xinran Zhanglao is the steward of Longshe Shan, with exalted status, and she doesn't want to provoke Qinglong Daoren's anger over this, thereby cutting off their dealings.

As for Lingjian Zhenren's side, she also doesn't want to offend him; the Heaven Sword Sect rarely intervenes in Cangzhou's affairs, most of them are immersed in cultivation, a group of true sword cultivators focused solely on training, oblivious to worldly matters—once those madmen enter a combat state, they become extremely terrifying.

Within Cangzhou and Lingzhou, no faction dares to provoke them—not even the Mu Long Clan; anger those madmen, and they will truly go berserk.

Past lessons are many; how many have suffered losses? That group of swordsmen are lunatics, extremely protective of their own.

If Xinran Zhanglao could enter, it would be a good thing for her—it could enhance her sword cultivation and swiftly increase her strength; the Heaven Sword Sect truly is the holy land of swordsmen, at least in Cangzhou and Lingzhou.

But this is their affair; Wu Mie Zhenren is fully aware that he must not interfere or speak for anyone.

One sentence: offend no one, and don't want to offend anyone.

Lingjian Zhenren raised his eyebrows, knowing Wu Mie Zhenren's thoughts; nobody wants to offend, and not a word is spoken in his own defense.

Xinran Zhanglao narrowed his eyes, stared at Lingjian Zhenren, and said coldly: "I've said it—if you mention this again, I will kill you."

"Clang."

Drawing the sword, blade out of the sheath, pointing at Lingjian Zhenren.

Always ready to act and kill, Lingjian Zhenren quickly glanced at Qinglong Daoren, eyes narrowing, carefully observing the man before him—though the Azure Dragon Clan's bloodline, he sensed a familiar scent on this person.

Those eyes were very familiar, that gaze also very familiar.

In his mind, a person surfaced, but he knew the person before him was not him, merely resembling him.

However, it can be certain that this person is closely related to Chen Chuyang.

He could still clearly distinguish human and demon beast bloodlines—humans are humans, demon beasts are demon beasts; they cannot be conflated, nor can one transform into a demon beast, not even with the most powerful metamorphic abilities.

"Are you the master of this place?" Lingjian Zhenren ignored Xinran Zhanglao's sword aura and killing intent, turning to ask Qinglong Daoren.

"How can you tell?" Qinglong Daoren shrugged and gave a slight smile.

This Lingjian Zhenren before us is the true body; this is the genuine Lingjian Zhenren—the sect master of the Spirit Sword Sect back then was merely a split soul of his.

"Isn't this obvious?" Lingjian Zhenren narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You make me feel very familiar."

"Your eyes are very much like someone's."

Qinglong Daoren knows what this person has perceived, but cannot be certain.

"Oh?" Qinglong Daoren feigned curiosity, asking: "Like whom?"

Lingjian Zhenren grew ever more familiar; this person's tone of speech and that gaze were truly identical.

"Someone who made me fail for the first time." Lingjian Zhenren did not call him by name, but spoke in a riddle.

Xinran Zhanglao and Tianlian Zhenren both knew who it was; their bodies trembled—indeed, Lingjian Zhenren's eyes were exceptionally keen, and he had still detected the issue.

Xinran Zhanglao had no time to act; at this moment, he stared at Lingjian Zhenren—this person must not be allowed to leave.

At that moment, a genuine killing intent welled up from deep within her.

Tianlian Zhenren's gaze shifted as well; his look toward Lingjian Zhenren was different.