Chapter 297

Nice skill!

Liu Wuhen exclaimed in admiration, meanwhile his body flickered, dodging Jing Yaoyan's horizontal slash, and he backhandedly slashed at the opponent's shoulder.

Jing Yaoyan's body was agile; a side flip dodged this fierce knife, and he followed up with a "Returning Wind Willow Dance" aimed straight at Liu Wuhen's lower body.

Liu Wuhen let out a cold laugh, his Dragon Chant Blade carved a deep groove in the ground, firmly blocking the attack.

Only Jing Yaoyan's body drifted, light and agile like willow fluff.

His long sword seemed to be in tune with his spirit, moving as his heart directed; each swing was like a spring breeze brushing willow—gentle yet fierce, combining the sword's sharpness with the dance's rhythm.

The "Willow Dance Sword Technique" was displayed to perfection in Jing Yaoyan's hands.

The sword light flickered like willow fluff dancing, dazzling the eye.

Liu Wuhen was like a mighty dragon, domineering; his long blade seemed to carry the dragon's chant, each slash echoing a dragon's roar, shocking the heart.

Each blade was heavy and forceful, as if it could split heaven and earth, giving an immense sense of oppression.

The two moved swiftly across the battlefield, their figures crossing as sword qi and blade light wove together into a beautiful scroll.

"Chief of the Xuanjing Bureau, indeed lives up to his reputation."

After blocking Jing Yaoyan's series of attacks, Liu Wuhen sincerely praised.

"Hmph."

Jing Yaoyan showed no expression, his long sword swung again, turning into a silver light that stabbed straight at Liu Wuhen's chest.

The two had been fighting fiercely for a while, each having offense and defense; although late-stage Cultivation Jing Yaoyan had been suppressing mid-stage Cultivation Liu Wuhen.

But under Liu Wuhen's deliberate delaying, he could not be taken down for a moment.

However, time was pressing for Jing Yaoyan; he could not let Liu Wuhen continue delaying.

Only Jing Yaoyan's body moved, his whole person seeming to turn into a wisp of light smoke, approaching Liu Wuhen at an unbelievable speed.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the air, like clouds and mist, elusive, making it impossible to lock his position.

At this moment, the battlefield's atmosphere suddenly changed.

Jing Yaoyan's figure seemed to blur in an instant, as if merging into the surrounding mist.

This is exactly the unique aspect of his self-created lightness skill "Cloud Shadow No Trace": his whole body instantly vanished from the spot and appeared in another unexpected place.

Liu Wuhen saw Jing Yaoyan's figure suddenly vanish from the spot and was greatly shocked.

He looked around, trying to find Jing Yaoyan's traces, but found nothing.

Just then, he suddenly felt a powerful aura attack from behind.

He hurriedly turned to block, but it was already half a step too late.

Only Jing Yaoyan appeared like a ghost behind Liu Wuhen, striking his chest with a palm.

This palm strike was moderate in force, yet enough for Liu Wuhen to feel its deep internal strength.

"You!"

He was knocked back several steps, covering his chest, a flash of shock in his eyes.

He, as the "Dragon Chant Blade Saint", is also a renowned master in the martial world.

However, Jing Yaoyan's lightness skill is so superb, able to move to any position in a short time, making it impossible to guard against.

"Liu Wuhen, out of respect for you being a martial person, today I will not make things difficult for you."

"But the Da Qian dynasty's Xuanjing Bureau is not something you can provoke at will."

"Today's matter is not settled; someday I will settle accounts with you."

Jing Yaoyan had no intention to continue pursuing; he coldly stared at Liu Wuhen.

Then he turned and waved his hand, signaling the Xuanjing Envoys to continue forward.

His figure again merged into the mist and vanished.

Only Liu Wuhen remained standing where he was, gazing in the direction Jing Yaoyan disappeared, sighing inwardly.

That is, the current Jing Yaoyan is in a hurry.

Otherwise, as the chief of the Da Qian dynasty's violent organ, the Xuanjing Bureau of the Five Great Dynasties.

Jing Yaoyan's strength, even among late-stage Cultivation cultivators, is not weak.

Over these years, there have been Cultivation cultivators who died at his hands.

On the other side, Yun Yixianweng displayed his lightness skill, his whole body seeming to tread on clouds, robes fluttering, like a banished immortal.

He and Jing Yaoyan split up, intending to rush aid to Purple Cloud Mountain from another route.

However, on the road ahead, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking his path.

That person is known as the "Youming Old Ghost", and is a Cultivation elder ancestor of the Youming Holy Sect, one of the three major sects besides the Zi Xia Dao school in the northern Da Qian dynasty.

A head of silver hair like frost, long whiskers fluttering, yet his complexion is ruddy like a youth's, his eyes deep, as if able to see through all worldly appearances.

He wears a black robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns, both noble and mysterious.

The Old Ghost's martial arts are unmatched; his self-created "Youming Heavenly Killer Qi" is astonishingly powerful, able to overcome hardness with softness, turning force into nothingness.

The "Nightmare Shadow Ghost Step" is even more ghostly, making it impossible to guard against.

At this moment, he stood silently before Yun Yixianweng, a flicker of complex emotion in his eyes.

Yun Yixianweng looked at this old friend of the past, and a surge of sentiment welled up in his heart.

"Old Ghost," Yun Yixianweng said slowly, "It's been years, and you still have the same demeanor."

Youming Old Ghost looked at Yun Yixianweng and spoke faintly: "Old Ghost, I have still made a choice."

His voice was hoarse and low, as if coming from the depths of hell, sending chills.

"Old friend, we have years of friendship; do you really intend to do this?"

Yun Yixianweng gave a light sigh, looking at Youming Old Ghost with a complex expression.

"Yun Yi, though we are old friends, different paths mean we cannot plot together."

My Netherworld Sect and the Great Qian court cannot coexist; if you have chosen to side with the court, then you are my Netherworld Sect's enemy.

A flash of complex emotion passed through Youming Lao Gui's eyes, but it was quickly swallowed by gloom.

Yunyi, we are both people of the martial world; why wade into these troubled waters?

Youming Lao Gui asked in a deep voice, his voice drifting in the wind, carrying a hint of vicissitude and bewilderment.

And what about you? Since you have chosen to live as a recluse, you should know that worldly strife knows no end; why return to the mundane world again?

Yunyi Xianweng stood there quietly, his gaze firm and bright, as if he could see through this troubled mundane world, looking straight to his original heart, he spoke softly.

Yunyi, you are still so naive.

How could the strife of the world be something we can choose?

Youming Lao Gui smiled faintly, this smile revealing deep helplessness and understanding.

Lao Gui, we were both reckless in our youth; though we are now old, how could the fervor in our hearts cool with the years?

Although I live as a recluse, seeing how the Great Qian realm is in turmoil and the martial world is roiling, how could I sit idly by?

I know my strength is modest, but if I can use this modest strength to bring a hint of hope to this chaotic age, why would I not do it?

Yunyi Xianweng shook his head.

These words also reveal Yunyi Xianweng's obstinacy and naivety.

He seemed to feel capable of shouldering the burden of saving the world; even if this burden left him breathless, he would not hesitate.

Youming Lao Gui looked at this old friend before him, and a surge of emotion welled up in his heart.

He knew well Yunyi Xianweng's character; he is exactly such a person.

Always holding onto a naive dream, wanting to bring something more to this world.

(End of Chapter)