Chapter 561

"Do you know where this dragon is?"

Old Fahai had long since divined all this, and answered at once,

"Legend has it that on the sea east of Yunzhou, there is a small island."

"The so-called dragon is hidden within it."

"Are these four auspicious dragons of Yunzhou the same as the divine dragon of Long Yin窟 and the black dragon of the War God Palace?"

Dragons were actually no longer rare—at least two had already appeared in the jianghu.

"Not the same! The four auspicious dragons of Yunzhou are actually manifestations of Yunzhou's destiny."

"Therefore, each of the four auspicious dragons has a different effect."

Old Fahai answered,

"Does the God wish to borrow the dragon to attain immortality?"

Although Old Fahai did not wish the Immortal God to truly live forever, at present he could only submit to him.

"Exactly! Since that is so, calculate for me the location of the auspicious dragon."

Bu Yuanting was at the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen's place, and Bu Jingyun was at the Qinglong Society.

The Immortal God's body was already on the verge of collapse.

At present, he could only find a substitute as quickly as possible.

The appearance of phoenix blood reminded him!

"God! The strength of this auspicious dragon may not necessarily surpass yours."

"But it is a manifestation of Yunzhou's destiny, and bears that destiny upon itself."

"If you wish to slay the dragon and take its essence, only a person of Yunzhou's destiny may act."

Old Fahai divined for a while, then finally said.

"A person of destiny?"

The Immortal God nodded slowly,

"Good! This is the last matter you shall handle for me."

"Gather the people of destiny—I shall lead them, together with the Search God Palace, to the East Sea to slay the dragon."

If he could not defeat a host of Jiuzhou experts, could he, the Immortal God, still not bully a mere beast?

So long as he obtained the essence of the auspicious dragon, the Immortal God would surely return in force!

……

China Pavilion!

Since Wuming joined hands with Jian Chen to drive back Xiao Aoshi.

Xiong Ba offered a few words of apology, then left the place.

Wuming returned once more to his reclusive life, merely sparring daily with Jian Chen.

He realized that the Xuan Yin Six Swords were, in the end, extremely sinister and bizarre.

Therefore, time and again he urged Jian Chen to give up the Xuan Yin Six Swords, not to sink deeper into them.

Jian Chen agreed outwardly, but how could he possibly give up this sword art?

Time and again he made excuses, leaving China Pavilion to cultivate elsewhere.

On this day, Jian Chen finished cultivating the Xuan Yin Six Swords and returned to China Pavilion.

Wuming picked up a cup of tea and glanced calmly at Jian Chen.

"Jian Chen! If you can never give up the Xuan Yin Six Swords, I fear your sword path will be utterly destroyed, and you will never find the proper way."

Jian Chen was contemptuous in his heart, but wore a look of fearful reverence on his face, preparing to say something.

Outside China Pavilion, a person suddenly walked in.

This person was wrapped up all over—even his head was covered, leaving only two eyes exposed.

After entering China Pavilion, Wuming sensed from him a terrifying sword-path aura.

"Who are you?"

Wuming's heart stirred; he paid Jian Chen no more heed and instead looked at this person.

"You are 'Myth of the Wu Lin' Wuming?"

"The most outstanding heir of the present Jian Sect?"

This person felt the Heaven Sword aura within Wuming's heart; after asking, he went on speaking to himself,

"No wonder the sword path flourishes now—the heir of Jian Wu is indeed no simple matter."

"Have you learned the 'Wanjiangui Sect'?"

At the mention of Jian Wu and the 'Wanjiangui Sect,' especially the 'Wanjiangui Sect,'

Wuming's face darkened for a moment.

Long ago in the Jian Sect, when he dueled Po Jun, what they were actually contending for was the Jian Sect's supreme art, the 'Wanjiangui Sect.'

Po Jun's father favored Po Jun, and did not hesitate to use the Huitian Ice Art to freeze the Jian Sect.

Yet after Po Jun escaped, far from admitting he was outmatched and his father had played favorites,

he instead bore a deep hatred for Wuming, and went on to murder Wuming's wife.

Although Wuming had already avenged this in the Dayuan Imperial Court,

every time he thought that his wife had died so tragically over a mere manual, his heart ached as if wrenched.

Now this strange person not only spoke of the 'Wanjiangui Sect,' but even brought up Jian Wu!

One must know that Jian Wu was the second-generation sect master of the Jian Sect, and in the history of the Jian Sect, apart from the founding patriarch,

he was the only sect master who had ever mastered the 'Wanjiangui Sect.'

This person not only knew of the Wanjiangui Sect, but seemed to recognize Jian Wu as well.

How could that be possible?

"What may I call you, Senior?"

Wu Ming gathered his thoughts and asked the man sincerely.

"The names I go by are far too many."

"Jian Wu called me Jian Bei."

"I also styled myself Jian Yue."

"But after being sealed within the Sword Realm for several hundred years, I took to calling myself Jian Yu."

The man rattled off three names in one breath, yet Wu Ming had not heard a single one of them.

But Wu Ming could tell the man came from the Sword Realm, and that he had come with no good intent.

"Then, Senior, what brings you here?"

"I heard you are the foremost of today's Sword Dao…"

Jian Yu was still speaking.

Before he could finish, however, Wu Ming gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding, Senior."

"Although the jianghu calls me the 'Myth of Wu Lin,' and I have also mastered the Heavenly Sword—"

"Ever since returning from Yunzhou to the Nine Provinces, this 'foremost of Sword Dao' of mine has been nothing but a joke."

"Setting everything else aside, take the Qinglong Society alone."

"Their 'Great Chieftain,' Xiao Aoshi—although he does not specialize in the Sword Dao, his Heart-Sword Dao has already grasped the Sorrowful Sword Dao."

"I am far beneath him."

"And then there is the former Sword Saint of Wushuang City—Dugu Jian!"

"Although previously he had only comprehended the Twenty-Second Sword, he has since joined the Qinglong Society."

"By my reckoning, judging from what he has gleaned of the Sword Dao, he ought to have reached the level of the Twenty-Third Sword by now."

"And then there is the Qinglong Society's Third Dragon Head, Dugu Qiubai, known as the Sword Demon."

"Although I have never met this man, I know that his Sword Dao has already reached the realm where all things under heaven can be a sword."

"And then, not long ago, in Wushuang City, the 'Love of Mount Qingcheng' reappeared in the world."

"That strike, born of the deepest love and devotion, truly stands not beneath the Twenty-Third Sword."

"And lastly, the most terrifying of all…"

After counting off so many Sword Dao masters and supreme arts, when it came to this last one, Wu Ming actually paused for a moment.

"What is it?"