Chapter 507: Yingjichuan

Half a month later, Beihao Continent, Yingjichuan—

The mountains and rivers stretched for ten thousand miles, with a majestic momentum, spreading out like a painting under the shining sun.

In the painting, there were strange peaks like dark eyebrows and accumulated emeralds flowing with rosy clouds, all sorts of majestic and beautiful sights; it was truly the work of gods and ghosts. Several rivers were vast and boundless, extending into dense tributaries, interwoven like a net, fully displaying the wonders of creation.

The so-called interlocking mountains and rivers, the same color of river and sky, can truly be called excellent scenery, making people forget their worries upon seeing it!

Beihao Continent was the Daoist field of the North Pole Old Immortal, and this Yingjichuan was naturally located within the territory managed by the North Pole Garden.

In fact, Yingjichuan had once served as the mountain gate of the North Pole Garden for a period of time in its early years.

That was still when the Daoist Court had not yet collapsed. Because of the crusade against Tianyiyan, the North Pole Garden led a group of disciples to cross the Great Void from afar and temporarily used Yingjichuan in the north as a foothold to prepare for a long-term battle.

And after Tianyiyan was imprisoned in the Three Realms Cave and the Eight Sects and Six Factions received the generous reward of being able to permanently guard Xudu, the North Pole Garden moved its own spirit cave from the Yellow Carriage Heaven.

Since then, Yingjichuan lost its position as a mountain gate and existed only as an outer mansion of the sect.

The current master of Yingjichuan was the North Pole Old Immortal.

This person was originally fond of mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, and the human world. Under his careful management, Yingjichuan was truly a place of flowers and clusters, pleasing to the eye.

And at this time, because of the Danyuan Assembly, Yingjichuan's gates were wide open, unobstructed—

Cultivators from all sides poured into this place. Everywhere one could see flying boats and cloud rafts, immortal cranes and fragrant carriages. All kinds of escaping light rose into the sky, colorful and dazzling, like rainbows and flowing light, which was quite beautiful.

Since Yingjichuan was assigned to the North Pole Old Immortal, this was indeed the first time such a bustling scene had occurred.

It turned a perfectly good immortal Daoist field into a bustling market in the human world.

The spectators came one after another, and even the previously vacant palaces and water pavilions were full of people.

Even because there were too many people, the attendants of Yingjichuan specially moved out several floating islands from the treasury to provide people with a place to stay.

At this time, in a large canyon sandwiched between two mountains, two streaks of light were constantly colliding and clashing.

In just a moment, they had rubbed against each other more than a hundred times, the light dazzling, making people secretly terrified!

There were probably no fewer than ten thousand people watching the battle, because the two people fighting were Shen Xingcui of the Zhongyi Sword Sect and Yuan Fayan of the North Pole Garden.

Both of these were formidable figures who would participate in the Danyuan Assembly, True Persons of famous sects in the universe.

Such a battle would naturally attract the attention of cultivators, who came to watch.

"Are there any bets for today's match?"

On a cloud raft, a purple-robed old Daoist was watching the battle from afar with two boys.

Seeing an attendant of Yingjichuan riding a crane fly by, the old Daoist's eyes lit up, and he repeatedly sent a sound transmission to call the attendant to a stop.

"Naturally, there are."

The attendant patted the white crane's neck and signaled it to stop in the air.

Then he quietly reached out and gestured a number, and the purple-robed old Daoist understood immediately, nodding repeatedly.

"Then... let's bet on True Person Shen Xingcui of the Zhongyi Sword Sect!"

The purple-robed old Daoist hesitated for a while, then reached into his sleeve and took out a bulging small brocade bag, handing it over carefully.

The attendant nodded and took it. When he opened the cloth bag and saw it was full of dharma coins, he was startled. He didn't bother to register it first, but kindly reminded him:

"Old Senior, such an amount of dharma coins is no small matter. Why not bet on True Person Yuan Fayan of the North Pole Garden? His ranking on the Year-End Ranking is slightly higher than True Person Shen's."

The purple-robed old Daoist shook his head slightly.

Although they were far apart, he only dared to transmit his voice in a low voice, fearing that others would hear:

"I am also a sword cultivator. I know how formidable the Sixth Realm of Sword Dao is. The sword escape at this level already has the mystery of ghosts and gods. I'm afraid..."

The purple-robed old Daoist didn't finish his words and stopped speaking, but the attendant already knew what he meant.

"Bet it all?" the attendant asked.

"Bet it all!"

The attendant nodded. After registering, he whispered a compliment:

"I didn't expect the Old Senior to be a sword cultivator himself. No wonder the divine light in your eyes is so piercing that people dare not look directly at you!"

"This old man is named Qian Zhao, and I am an elder of the Minshan Sword Sect. Speaking of which, the Minshan Sword Sect is also under the jurisdiction of the North Pole Garden, so you and I are family."

The old Daoist laughed, first establishing a connection, then rubbed his hands and asked:

"If there is no winner in this match, I wonder if this bet can..."

Of the forty-two Jin Dan True Persons who would participate in the Danyuan Assembly, more than half had now arrived in Yingjichuan.

Everyone was an enemy of each other, and it was rare for them to gather in one place. In this situation, it was inevitable that they would have the heart to fight and want to probe each other's bottom line first, so as to deal with it at the assembly soon.

However, because not every battle had to end in a complete victory or defeat.

Both sides mostly stopped at a point. As long as they tested a few moves, they would stop.

If there was no victory or defeat, the bet would naturally become empty talk.

This was the reason why the old Daoist Qian Zhao specifically asked.

He was also worried that if Yuan and Shen just fought a few moves and then left, what would happen to his bet?

"Naturally, it will be returned in full! This is under the eyes of the Old Immortal. Who would dare to tarnish the reputation of Yingjichuan?" The attendant patted his chest and said:

"Is this the Old Senior's first time betting?"

"I saw someone betting when True Person Zheng Jia and True Person Xiang Ji of the Yinjing Sect fought the day before yesterday, so I came to play today." Qian Zhao laughed.

"This betting matter was proposed by the Old Immortal, so we subordinates dared to do it. Otherwise, who would have the courage to play this game, not afraid of those Danyuan True Persons getting angry?"

The attendant understood and hurriedly comforted Qian Zhao:

"With the Old Immortal personally coming forward to guarantee it, how would we attendants dare to embezzle your bets? Old Senior, please put your heart at ease."

Hearing the name of the North Pole Old Immortal, Qian Zhao's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, signaling his understanding.

"I wonder which two Danyuan True Persons will fight next?"

Qian Zhao glanced at the intense scene of golden fire raging in the deep canyon, his heart trembling, and asked the attendant for advice.

But when he asked this, the attendant didn't answer, his eyes a bit strange.

"..."

Qian Zhao was slightly stunned, then realized he had made a slip of the tongue, lowered his head, and smiled awkwardly.

The forty-two great sect Golden Cores were all famous figures in the universe.

Unless it was a strict order from the elders in the sect, who could let them perform like mortals?

So this betting was actually just a matter of luck, depending on which two happened to be itching to fight and wanted to test each other's divine powers, and both really wanted to distinguish a winner, not just go through the motions.

"I wonder which Danyuan True Persons have not arrived yet?"

Qian Zhao changed his train of thought and took out a pot of spirit pulp from his sleeve and handed it to the attendant.

"It seems the Old Senior has earned a lot from watching others bet before, so you have the heart to do it too?"

The attendant understood the implication, smiled, and after teasing him, thought about it:

"Now there are True Person Chen Hang of Yuchen, Yu Huangshang and Chen Bai of the Xiantian Demon Sect, True Person Changsun Kuang of the Zhongtian Dou Shu Sect, True Person Gu Yi of the Huzhao Sect..."

After counting on his fingers, the attendant said to Qian Zhao:

"When True Person Chen of Yuchen arrives, I'm afraid he will have a real fight with True Person Gu Yi of Huzhao!

It is said that these two were rivals when they were in the Cave-Mystic realm. Now that they have met again, heh!"

Qian Zhao nodded while remembering, and secretly sighed.

The unparalleled talents of the Eight Sects and Six Factions gathered here, and many great forces in the universe sent people to watch the ceremony. It can be called a gathering of talents, a rare grand event!

Being able to witness it with his own eyes here, for Qian Zhao, was truly an honor!

"The sect's finances have been tight lately. I don't know if I can make a small fortune with this method?"

Qian Zhao muttered in a low voice.

And while Qian Zhao was pondering in his heart, several miles away, Yin Wuji and Yin Ruohua were also standing side by side in a mass of misty air, also watching the battle.

Seeing Shen Xingcui suddenly strike with a sword, only to be dodged by Yuan Fayan, Yin Wuji shook his head and said calmly:

"Shen Xingcui is also slippery. I thought a sword cultivator without a brain like him would fight to the death with Yuan Fayan before the assembly. I didn't expect him to hide a hand? It seems my bet will have to return the same way."

Yin Ruohua glanced at Yin Wuji and said helplessly:

"Isn't this human nature?"

"Zheng Jia and Xiang Ji the day before yesterday, Ning Fengqi and Lu Tingyun, and Tang Xuan and Zuo Peng Zong the day before that..."

Yin Wuji laughed:

"Didn't these few almost fight with real fire, letting me earn a small profit?"

Before Yin Ruohua could speak, Yin Wuji turned around and looked at a cyan flying boat not far away, teasingly:

"According to you, if Shen Xingcui really fought Yuan Fayan to the death, who would have a better chance of winning?"

Where Yin Wuji was looking, there were only the cautious Huang Dalun and a group of Yuchen lower-house disciples.

Seeing Yin Wuji turn to look, the group of lower-house disciples scattered in unison, turning their backs in unison, leaving only Huang Dalun standing stiffly in place, smiling somewhat ugly.

Because Beihao was countless miles away from Dongmi, disciples like Huang Dalun who wanted to come to Yingjichuan to watch the ceremony naturally had to follow their elders to cross the ocean.

However, when they reached Beihao Continent, because of the harassment of wild beasts in the sea, Huang Dalun's group was separated from their elders.

Fortunately, Yin Wuji happened to pass by and saved them.

And all the way to Yingjichuan, Yin Wuji and Yin Ruohua had seen Huang Dalun's ability to "judge with an iron mouth" more than once, and they found it quite funny.

At this time, seeing Yin Wuji's gaze, Huang Dalun couldn't help but shiver, his fat body undulating like ripples on water.

He thought for a long time, laughed dryly, and probed:

"True Person Shen Xingcui?"

"Good!"

Yin Wuji laughed loudly and clapped his hands:

"I just bet on Yuan Fayan!"

Yin Ruohua covered her mouth and laughed, Huang Dalun looked embarrassed, and could only pretend to be indifferent and look up at the sky.

And Yin Wuji's loud laughter was undisguised, causing several Danyuan True Persons nearby to cast their gazes here.

Zhou Fujia was indifferent, Lu Rong's eyes were filled with fierce light, and Pei Zhi was cold.

The green bird on Wei Lingjiang's shoulder twisted its neck to look after a weak effort, then slowly slumped back onto Wei Lingjiang's shoulder, sleepy-eyed.

"Among these so-called Danyuan True Persons, you need to be careful of a few, such as Lu—"

Yin Wuji turned to Yin Ruohua, but before he could finish, his expression turned slightly solemn.

A wind blew, not knowing where it started.

The plaques on the waists of a group of attendants rang in unison, like beautiful jade knocking together, the clear sound pleasant to the ear.

"Another Danyuan True Person has arrived. Is it True Person Chen of Yuchen?"

Beside Qian Zhao, the attendant riding the white crane was stunned for a moment.

He straightened his clothes and was about to fly up with a group of attendants to welcome him, but saw a golden light suddenly spread out brilliantly, shaking the rivers and mountains, causing the gale beneath the clouds to swirl like a tide, surging and surging, with such great momentum that it seemed to want to shroud all the peaks in a mass of energy, incomparably majestic!

And after the golden light and gale dispersed, in the depths of the huge cloud vortex, there was only a Daoist with an elegant and detached demeanor standing in the void, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his wide sleeves drifting.

He lowered his eyelids slightly and swept toward the space below.

And forced by his momentum, the scene was briefly silent, as if one could hear a needle drop.

Even Shen Xingcui and Yuan Fayan, who were fighting, stopped in unison, slightly withdrawing their magic power, with a look of dread on their faces.

"Chen Hang!"

Yin Wuji smiled in his heart.

It was a time of beautiful mountains and clear sun.

Since arriving here, with this one look, Chen Hang had truly seen two or three familiar figures.

He first nodded slightly to Lu Rong, who had risen from his seat, then greeted Yin Wuji of the Plague Sect and Yin Quan of the Jiuzhen Sect, and finally his gaze fell on Wei Lingjiang.

The two looked at each other from afar, across a distance of clouds, and finally bowed to each other.

"What did I just tell you? Oh, I told you to be careful of a few Danyuan True Persons."

After greeting Chen Hang, Yin Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, full of interest.

He looked at the expressions on the faces of the people present, seeing that several Danyuan True Persons had already stepped forward to greet Chen Hang, both sides exchanging polite words, a lively scene.

He laughed at Yin Ruohua beside him:

"Let's talk about those present, such as Lu Rong, such as Zhou Fujia, and naturally this True Person Chen Hang."

"There shouldn't be any danger to life at the Danyuan Assembly, right?" Yin Ruohua shook her head.

"Over the past sessions, it's not that there haven't been accidents. If the opponent's divine power is far stronger than yours, or if he has surprising means to catch you off guard, then it's hard to say, like Liang Wenxian and Du Ao?"

"Then what should be done?"

"Lu Rong won't kill you. As for Zhou Fujia, stay away when you see him. Only Chen Hang..." Yin Wuji pondered for a moment.

"What about Chen Hang?"

"I don't know if he will have the heart to kill you. When you meet him, you can try to beg for mercy with soft words and see if you can seduce him with your beauty?"

Yin Wuji spread his hands.

Yin Ruohua glanced at him and was too lazy to answer.

And at this time, Yin Wuji suddenly turned to look at Huang Dalun, who was standing blankly in the flying boat, smiling and saying:

"You say, if I fight Chen Hang, who will win and who will lose?"

Huang Dalun's face collapsed at these words. He was puzzled for a long time, but finally gathered his courage and said in a trembling voice what was in his heart:

"Naturally... naturally, True Person Chen of my sect will win!"

Facing this bold and rebellious remark, Yin Wuji did not get angry, just nodded inexplicably.

Then he laughed loudly, shook his sleeves, and suddenly rolled up a gale, straight into the clouds, his voice rumbling:

"True Person Chen, it's been many years. Shall we try our hands?"

This voice came out, rolling and echoing through the mountains, like a great bell!

The cultivators on both sides of the canyon were struck by this majestic aura, their faces turning pale for a moment. Many small cultivators who came to watch the ceremony felt their eardrums ache and hurriedly covered their heads.

"True Person Chen, be careful, this person is definitely not easy to deal with!"

Yin Quan, who had met Chen Hang in the East Sea Dragon Palace, reminded him solemnly, a trace of dread flashing in his eyes.

After Chen Hang nodded in thanks, he didn't say much, just drove his sword light and flew out.

"Please!"

The two only confronted each other for a moment before suddenly making a move, each rising with a wisp of misty smoke, pressing their palms forward in unison.

In an instant, a loud noise was heard in the air, as if the sky had been torn open, and a flood of water rumbled down!

In an instant, the energy surged, the gale shattered, and endless thunder and stardust intertwined, filling a radius of nearly a hundred miles, shaking the extreme heavens!

With a loud bang, a nearby peak was accidentally grazed by the thunder, exploding instantly. Loose stones flew like rain, but before they could land, they were torn to pieces by stardust, causing the river below to roar.

"Bad!"

The surrounding cultivators hurriedly used their means to move away, fearing being caught in this chaotic celestial phenomenon and ending up with no bones left.

And after half a quarter of an hour, the rumbling sound finally stopped.

Many cultivators hurriedly looked up. In the depths of the chaotic clouds, Chen Hang and Yin Wuji stood opposite each other, their bodies unstained by dust, still calm and composed.

"So it was this divine power?"

Chen Hang slowly lowered his palm and tucked it back into his wide sleeve, laughing lightly in his heart.

He didn't say much afterward, just said "I concede" indifferently, then flicked his sword light, calmly broke through the cloud curtain, and disappeared in an instant.

"..."

And Yin Wuji in the distance also lowered his palm, suddenly frowning slightly.

In the palm-to-palm confrontation just now, it was not only a competition of divine power and magic, but also a test of their sensitivity to each other's divine senses.

And after fighting for a while, in the eyes of those with discerning eyes, Yin Wuji did not gain the upper hand, it was just a draw.

But Chen Hang didn't continue to fight, just left with a smile. In the eyes of the younger cultivators, it seemed like he wanted to preserve his energy and didn't want to suffer too much loss, a sign of avoiding battle?

"Did he notice my bottom line? This thought is too absurd, how long have we been fighting!"

After Yin Wuji stood silently for a long time, he pointed his finger and rode a vast gale away indifferently, ignoring the cultivators beneath the clouds.

Until these two left one after another and their figures could no longer be seen.

Only then did the scene erupt in noisy discussion, one after another, lingering for a long time!

"No way? This works too? I remember the ancestors of the Huang family were not demons or evil types, so how do I have such mouth skills?"

Huang Dalun stood blankly in place, suddenly reached out and slapped himself twice, hesitantly looking at his companions, dazed:

"My vision is not very high...

In that palm-to-palm confrontation just now, did True Person Chen win, or did True Person Yin win?"

And just when this place was bustling with noise.

On the other side, led by the attendants of Yingjishan, Chen Hang stopped his sword light at a spirit peak.

Looking out, the mountains here were heavy, connecting to the earth dragon, with dozens of spirit peaks towering, clear light and clouds circling the tops, and golden palaces and jade towers, water pavilions and flower platforms inside the peaks.

This was clearly the residence of the forty-two Danyuan True Persons. Looking at it, everything was exquisite, like a heavenly palace.

"True Person, please rest in this spirit peak for now. The female attendants and strongmen inside can be driven by you at will. In seven days, the adjudicators of this Danyuan Grand Competition and the presiding elders of the Eight Sects and Six Factions will come over.

At that time, my Old Immortal will personally set up a banquet to wash away the dust for all the Danyuan True Persons!"

This attendant who led the way was a clever person. After saying this, he said a lot of flattering words to Chen Hang that didn't cost money.

Until Chen Hang casually handed out a bottle of elixir, the smile on his face grew even brighter, and he bowed repeatedly to take it.

"Does the True Person know that the Old Immortal is a kind-hearted person who promotes juniors, just like that Ancestor Fu Can, and the two have a very good relationship."

The attendant reminded him in a low voice:

"At that banquet, I'm afraid it won't just be drinking. The Old Immortal might have great benefits to bestow!"

Chen Hang nodded slightly, signaling his understanding.

However, when he took the plaque and was about to step into the peak, he suddenly looked left and right thoughtfully.

He looked at the two spirit peaks that sandwiched his cave dwelling in the middle and said:

"I wonder who my neighbors on the left and right are?"

The attendant hurriedly reported: "On the left is True Person Wei Lingjiang of the Chiming Sect, on the right is True Person Gu Yi of the Huzhao Sect."

Chen Hang's footsteps paused slightly, and his figure stopped.

"Whose order?"

"The North Pole Old Immortal." ===== CHAPTER 508 =====