Chapter 424: The Old Demon Emerges from the Water

As night fell, the cold moonlight spilled over the Beiliang Prince Mansion.

Xu Fengnian went to the lakeside alone, rowed to the center of the lake, took off his clothes, took a deep breath, and leaped into the dark green, icy lake water.

This lake was fed by running water and was far clearer than an ordinary lake; deep at the bottom of the lake lay a massive night-luminescent pearl, shining with a light as bright as day.

A "Water Demon" about a zhang tall sat cross-legged at the bottom in the silt, eyes closed in meditation, his white hair drifting slowly like water grass.

By the light emitted from the night-luminescent pearl, one could vaguely see the Water Demon's left hand and both feet shackled by iron chains as thick as arms, the ends of which were cast into three iron balls weighing several thousand catties each.

The Water Demon opened his eyes, his cold gaze devoid of any emotion, looking at the only living person he had seen in over a dozen years.

Xu Fengnian made a gesture, roughly meaning he would throw down cooked meat later, then shot upward and climbed out of the water.

"This old demon is clearly a heroic figure. I've fed him for over ten years and kept him company to relieve his boredom; he should know how to repay kindness and teach me a move or two," Xu Fengnian muttered to himself, wiping his body and putting on his clothes; there was a stove on the boat, which was quite warm.

When he was young, Xu Fengnian had a cramp while swimming and nearly drowned; it was the old demon who used his divine power to lift him from the bottom of the lake, and from then on, he developed the habit of throwing cooked meat into the lake.

After failing to take Murong Tonghuang as his master, Xu Fengnian decisively set his sights on the old demon. To be able to stay submerged in the lake holding his breath for over a decade, to what realm had his Internal Force reached to be so terrifyingly profound?

Moreover, even that fellow Murong had said that the old demon's blade technique was top-tier in the human world and that he ought to teach him.

The blade is what a man should use; swords and the like are all for hypocrites and sissies. Once this Prince masters the blade technique, I will surely make you, Murong, regret it.

Thinking of this, Xu Fengnian felt a surge of pleasure, then looked up toward the Tingchao Pavilion; the lights were all extinguished.

But he knew that fellow Murong must be reading in the dark using some strange and peculiar method.

Tsk tsk, one has to say, that fellow Murong has style in everything he does. The first time he saw books rotating around him, even this well-informed Prince was shocked.

Just as Xu Fengnian had thrown down the cooked food and rowed to the shore, the entire lake suddenly began to boil and surge, as if it were a pot of boiling water.

"Good fellow, is he coming out?"

Xu Fengnian's face lit up with joy.

The lake water churned, making a splashing sound, whipping up towering waves that crashed against the shore, as if a water monster were lurking at the bottom of the lake.

No!

That old demon was far more formidable than a water monster.

Bang! Bang!

Amidst the dull thuds, two pitch-black chains broke through the water, powerful as a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, full of momentum.

At the ends of the chains were two blades, one as bright as snow, the other as red as blood. In the words of the Prince, they were very showy and looked like the gear of a master at first glance.

If Xu Fengnian hadn't been short on a large stack of banknotes at that moment, he would have definitely shouted, "Well done, a reward is due."

The old demon, with his double chains and double blades, leaped into a pavilion, and with a casual wave, the pavilion—which had cost who knows how much silver—collapsed with a roar, turning almost into powder.

"Hahaha, I am out!! Jian Jiu Huang, why don't you get out here and die!!"

The old demon laughed toward the sky, his white hair fluttering, looking like a living Yama.

His voice was like a thunderclap, tearing through the night sky, sweeping in all directions like a mountain of calls and a sea of howls, clearly heard throughout the entire Beiliang Prince Mansion.

"What a loud voice."

Xu Fengnian shook his head, his ears buzzing from the shock.

"Beiliang Prince Mansion, do not be presumptuous."

A person shot out from the Tingchao Pavilion; it was Wei Shuyang, one of the five pavilion-guarding slaves of the Tingchao Pavilion, a genuine Second Grade master of the Profound Origin.

This old Daoist of the Nine Dou Rice sect wore a gray Daoist robe with wide sleeves, and after landing on the lake surface, he stepped on the water like a dragonfly, whipping up two water tornadoes that shot toward the old demon.

"Haha, well come." Seeing this, the old demon laughed, swung his chains, and brought up a pitch-black afterimage; the chain connected to the scarlet giant blade slashed toward the old Daoist.

This strike was incomparably domineering, tearing through the sky, carrying a whistling wind, and whipping up layers of air waves; it was truly arrogant.

And the two seemingly massive water tornadoes, upon colliding with the blade light, instantly shattered with a roar, chopped into a sky full of water droplets by the scarlet giant blade, while the remaining force of the blade light continued to slash toward the old Daoist.

The Second Grade master named Wei Shuyang changed his expression and flicked his sleeves; the sleeves surged like waves, attempting to block this biting blade strike, the likes of which he had almost never seen in his life.

But it was all in vain.

The cuffs tore open in an instant, then shattered and scattered like butterflies, while his body flew backward, falling into the lake, life or death unknown.

The remaining four pavilion slaves of the Tingchao Pavilion moved out together, forming a horn formation, their Qi echoing, each with a solemn expression.

"Hahaha, you bunch of trash, it's only a matter of one strike for you. Huang Lao Jiu, hurry up and get out here to die."

The white-haired old demon laughed toward the sky, domineering and arrogant.

The four pavilion slaves' expressions grew increasingly grave.

The old demon was indeed not boasting; with the power of that previous strike, if the old demon faced any one of the four, it would take no more than one strike.

And just at this moment, the toothless Lao Huang walked over, still wearing his harmless smile, but he possessed a kind of awe-inspiring momentum that echoed with the old demon from afar.

"Damn it, this is going to be worth watching."

Xu Fengnian had witnessed Lao Huang's strength, so he wasn't too worried; he waved his hand, had someone bring a chair and dried fruit, and prepared to watch the show.

"Hahaha, Huang Lao Jiu, you are finally not a turtle hiding your head; watch as I chop you down today to avenge the hatred of being suppressed back then."

The old demon laughed, his entire body's Qi boiling, becoming increasingly terrifying.

Just as the tension was at its peak, a voice sounded impatiently: "Damn it, if you're going to fight, do it quickly. Yelling back and forth in the middle of the night, do you have any civic virtue?"

The voice didn't seem loud, but it rolled back and forth over the lake.

"Haha, so there is another master."

The white-haired old demon was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly.

He turned his cold, piercing gaze toward the sixth floor of the Tingchao Pavilion, his voice growing even more magnificent, shaking like thunder: "I just like to yell, if you have the ability, come and hit me, you idiot!!"

After saying this, the white-haired old demon noticed that the expressions of Huang Lao Jiu and the pavilion slaves seemed to have become very strange. That kid Xu also sighed and shook his head, looking at him with pity.

Immediately after, the white-haired old demon saw a figure walk out in front of the window on the sixth floor of the Tingchao Pavilion.

By the moonlight, one could vaguely see it was a young man in black with a handsome appearance.

For some reason, the moment their gazes met, the white-haired old demon felt as if he were captured by that pair of deep, cold eyes, but he immediately sneered: "So it's a woman."

Xu Fengnian slapped his forehead and sighed helplessly.

"Now I have to consider finding someone else to teach me how to practice the blade."

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