Chapter 109 Will the Old Monster Die? Lin Mu wondered one last time.

"Ah, it's got it." The smiling man held up a brightly colored and festive oil-paper umbrella, his tone light and cheerful.

The man in black wiped the water from his face, his temperament clearly less optimistic than the smiling man's: "How come a few more troublemakers have popped up and interfered again?"

The smiling man said, "Yes, you came just in time. You almost pierced Tingfengzhi's skull, making me worry for him for nothing."

The man in black often couldn't understand the man's complex thoughts: "Do you want to kill him or not?!"

The smiling man replied without hesitation, "Yes, I do, but that doesn't stop me from worrying about him."

The man in black clicked his tongue, because he saw a young man who didn't know his own limitations. His features hadn't even fully developed yet. How much ability could he possibly have? He took a running start from the ferry and swung his long sword at Tiger Shadow. But before he even got close, he was blasted away by the enormous killing force.

Lin Muwan had not expected the killing intent in mid-air to be so strong. He was severely injured, as if his internal organs had been shattered, and he was slammed hard onto the riverbank.

"Sanmu!" Lian Zhao's expression changed. The moment he leaped to catch Lin Mu, he was also swept back several feet by the powerful residual force before he could barely stop, as if he had just experienced a boulder breaking on his chest.

"What on earth happened?" Wen Yi was shocked by the scene. "How could this be?"

Yu Heqi quickly helped Lin Mu to check her injuries. When she looked up, she saw Bai Yuan desperately trying to pry open her tiger's mouth and fangs to prevent the butcher's knife-like fangs from snapping down and chewing her up in two or three bites.

The roar of the tiger resounded through the heavens and earth, startling the group of teenagers at the inn in Ruicheng. Li Liuyun was observing the stars at night when the words "White Tiger Devours Sin" were uttered. The earth-shattering sound came from Fengling Ferry, and the teenagers immediately realized that something was wrong. Without saying a word, they rushed over. When they arrived, their eardrums were throbbing with pain.

Leaving aside how such a large formation could be hidden at the ferry crossing, how Tingfengzhi and Baiyuan ended up in it?

With the battle situation urgent, no one could offer these teenagers any answers.

Zhou Yaren rapidly flipped his fan wrist, suddenly stirring up gusts of wind that churned up huge waves that crashed to his feet. The surging waves carried him directly into the long river. As the folding fan flipped and swept across, he could hear the wind and know that his sleeves were fluttering. The huge waves beneath his feet suddenly rose ten feet into the air.

Listening to the wind, one knows how to ride the waves. The storm, with its overwhelming force, whips up vast waves, and the Yellow River, mixed with silt, surges forth from cracks in the earth's crust like boiling molten copper. With a flick of Zhou Yaren's wrist, the Yellow River, like a dragon that has slumbered for a hundred years, rises from the land, carrying him soaring into the sky.

Zhou Yaren raised her fan again, cleaving the killing force in the battle with a gust of wind. She stepped on the "Azure Dragon" and rose fiercely upwards. Her cold and stern eyes revealed a surging killing aura. She rode the wind and created a hurricane - the wind blades she stirred up were wrapped in the whirlwind vortex, enough to turn everything into dust!

boom!

As the wind blades chopped down the tiger's shadow, Bai Yuan pulled out the tiger's fangs with his bare hands, freeing himself from the tiger's jaws. He then turned away, dodging the wind blades as he plummeted downwards.

Zhou Yaren, riding the waves, spread his arms and caught Bai Yuan, who was rushing towards him.

"Could you lend me a hand..." Bai Yuan had just started to speak when Zhou Yaren interrupted him, "Don't be so polite with me."

The waves surged, and Bai Yuan glanced at him hastily: "If I am doomed tonight..."

A sentence that starts with this kind of phrase is definitely not going to be a good thing. Zhou Yaren didn't let her finish: "No, it won't be."

Although he said he wouldn't, his heart suddenly clenched, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Even if Bai Yuan killed one, he would still do his best to destroy the other. The star chain in the night sky flickered dimly and transformed into a tiger shadow again, vowing to fight Bai Yuan to the death.

Heaven punishes the guilty, and the white tiger devours the corpse; therefore, the way of Heaven must utterly annihilate it.

“After tonight,” he suddenly had something to say to Bai Yuan, “I’ll drink a pot of Fenqing wine with you.”

Bai Yuan looked down at him, her brows and eyelashes damp in the mist, as if stained with tears, making her look strangely pitiful. Bai Yuan didn't want to agree to these superfluous and meaningless promises, so she simply said, "If I am doomed..."

Zhou Yaren didn't want to listen any further and interrupted, "Didn't you say you wanted to taste it?"

Bai Yuan was taken aback.

They all knew, of course, that what they were really tasting wasn't this pot of Fenqing tea.

Then Zhou Yaren said, "I have nothing of value except this appearance of mine, which is somewhat presentable. If you want to appreciate it, I'll grant it to you, shall I?"

"At a time like this..." Bai Yuan almost couldn't react in time, "Is it appropriate to say this?"

There was nothing inappropriate about it, because apart from this, he didn't know what other preferences Bai Yuan had. In fact, he had never understood Bai Yuan, and this was the only thing Bai Yuan had just revealed to him.

In this world, people are experiencing separation and death anytime, anywhere.

When this life-or-death separation suddenly occurred, Zhou Yaren felt a strong sense of unease. He wanted to find a way to keep Bai Yuan, but he didn't know how to do so. So, that was all he could think of.

"After tonight, you can enjoy it however you like."

These words... in any other place, they would definitely make people's hearts flutter, but at this critical moment of life and death, with the execution ground of the celestial phenomena above Bai Yuan's head and the vast yellow soup beneath her feet, she thought that she was probably not worthy of enjoying it, so she simply grabbed Zhou Yaren by the back of the head and pulled her over, and "tasted" a big bite on her lips. Even if she was slaughtered by the celestial phenomena tonight, it wouldn't be too much of a loss.

Zhou Yaren was suddenly stunned. He felt a soft touch on his lips, followed by a heavy crushing, and finally a sharp pain. Bai Yuan bit him, bringing him back to his senses. When they separated, he heard the other person laugh and say, "Then it's a deal."

In the blink of an eye, Bai Yuan had already leaped away, his blood-stained white robes billowing in the vast night sky, his long whip aimed straight at the tiger shadow conjured by the star chain.

This scene left Lin Xiaomu speechless with astonishment.

The young men from Taihang Road on the riverbank were also quite surprised. Li Liuyun's expression was complicated as well as his surprise, since no one had realized that Bai Yuan and Ting Fengzhi had such an extraordinary relationship before.

"So that's how it is," the smiling man on the beacon tower finally understood why Tingfeng knew why he had risked his own life to save her. He couldn't help but say with emotion, "The thing that people can't get around the most is love and affection."

"These two..." The man in black hesitated, thinking rather irritatingly that the woman had only recently emerged from the seal of the Taiyin/Dao Body, "and they had only known each other for a few days."

The smiling man behind the mask grinned: "Speaking of knowing each other, it's been so long it's endless."

The man in black was confused: "What do you mean? How long is 'endless'?"

"It means a very long time."

"How long have you been alive?" The man in black suddenly became very curious. "By the way, have you really achieved immortality?" He just couldn't believe it.

The smiling man still says the same old thing: "Your grandfather's grandfather is my grandson."

"..." Talking to you is really tiring!

The man in black was utterly speechless. What kind of ancient monster, who had lived for eight hundred years, would act like this? "You should at least be more composed than me, shouldn't you?"

The smiling man sighed, looking rather helpless: "I'm ashamed to say, I guess I'm the kind of person you all often describe as an old lecher."

He's been a scoundrel for ages, never quite settling down. Occasionally he'll have a fit of madness, rambling on and on, constantly switching between mystical and otherworldly airs, a morally ambiguous character with a split personality. He'll occasionally mutter incoherently, "You don't know, I used to do terrible things," or "You don't know, I used to be incredibly powerful."

The smiling man always brings up the past, but it's as if he never mentioned it at all. If you press him for details, he'll just shake his head and sigh, "It's better not to talk about it."

If you don't want to mention it, then don't. Why do you keep bringing it up?

When he acts like a ghost, he seems quite sinister, like right now. But you have to admit that once his strength is revealed, his statement "I'm so awesome" is not just bragging.

For some reason, the smiling man suddenly went off on a tangent: "What lovey-dovey stuff, so vulgar! She's about to die, how can she still be thinking about sweet nothings? People can't have nothing to pursue." The smiling man couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. "I thought she wouldn't have picked up such vulgar habits."

The man in black had long heard that he was some remnant of a previous dynasty. His level of thinking was truly astounding; even saints married and had children, so why couldn't she? In storybooks, immortals would often descend to the mortal realm to break the heavenly law of "having affairs" with humans, and then experience the trials of love, seemingly enjoying it immensely. Although he didn't know why storybooks always liked to fabricate tales of immortals descending to the mortal world, breaking heavenly laws, and overcoming love's trials, perhaps it was because devout men and women favored this kind of thing, had this particular fondness.

Leaving aside the storybooks for now, you yourself came from a commoner background, otherwise how could my great-grandfather be your grandson?

By the way, is my grandfather really your grandson?

He never believed it at first and let the other person talk nonsense, but after hearing it too many times, his ears were calloused. And to make matters worse, he even shared the same surname as this old ghost, so he couldn't help but start to doubt himself.

But the man in black didn't bother to ask any more questions, because his attention was completely drawn to the battle in the middle of the river.

The massive black iron chain, resembling a python, lashed out, crackling through the air, and sparks flew as it ensnared the tiger's shadow! The tiger's sharp claws lashed out in fury, tearing the massive chain that had bound the river for millennia in two.

At the same time, Zhou Yaren summoned a hurricane, whipping up the "Azure Dragon" beneath her feet, which roared as it crashed into the tiger's shadow!

The turbid waves surged to the sky, their roar like thunder.

From the perspective of the teenagers, it looked like an angry dragon soaring into the sky, reaching for the stars and the moon.

The boys were completely stunned, their mouths agape. They then saw Bai Yuan draw a long, cold-glowing blade from the turbid waves, leap into the air and tread on the moon, his blade flashing as if slicing through stars!

However, the azure sky is more than ninety thousand miles long, and the stars in the sky are beyond reach.

Bai Yuan could not slay the seven western constellations in the heavens, but could only slay the tiger shadows that the constellations had transformed into. However, under the illumination of the stars, the seven constellations would transform and descend to earth again, endlessly, unless the celestial calamity was broken...

Regardless of whether they could see through it, they were currently facing the Seven Constellations Star Fiend and had no time to spare.

Even if those two are incredibly strong, they should be exhausted by now.

The smiling man on the beacon tower became excited: "The real show has only just begun."

Meanwhile, Tingfengzhi, who had been exhausted by the ultimate move, was swept out of the game by Huying's tail whip and crashed into the tax monument on the riverbank. Fortunately, he was caught by several teenagers.

Looking again at Bai Yuan, he was almost disemboweled by the sharp tiger claws!

Her movements were noticeably slower, no longer as agile as before, and she was nearly torn apart by the tiger's shadow several times.

Lin Mu's heart leaped into his throat. He gripped his sword hilt tightly, wanting to charge forward recklessly, but Lian Zhao suddenly grabbed his arm and roared, "Don't do anything rash!"

"But she..."

"Didn't you see that's a battle of gods? You'll only be throwing your life away if you go!"

Zhou Yaren suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling as if her ribs had been broken by the whip and were piercing her internal organs, causing waves of excruciating pain.

He forced himself to stand firm, bracing himself against the wind even as his tendons snapped—the wind swept across the horizontal waves, and the stone waves crashed against each other.

"Listen to the wind and you'll know..." Li Liuyun began to speak, but then, remembering what he and Bai Yuan had just done, he knew he couldn't stop them anyway, so he swallowed his words of advice.

Just then, crossbow bolts flew in from all directions, and all the boys drew their swords to block them.

Clearly, the crossbow bolts were aimed directly at Zhou Yaren, firing in unison. The boys reacted swiftly, immediately surrounding him and cutting off the attack from all sides.

Despite his own predicament and the presence of several young men protecting him, Zhou Yaren was now isolated and helpless. He unleashed a towering wave to shield Bai Yuan from a tiger's claw, but when he raised his fan again, his veins throbbed with pain and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

The sharp arrow pierced through the clouds and the sky, its whooshing sound never ceasing.

Li Liuyun quickly glanced around. The once-prosperous ferry crossing had been reduced to ruins. After observing for a short while, he had roughly pieced together some clues. So, he dodged the stray arrows and leaped straight toward the collapsed execution platform...

Then a deafening tiger's roar echoed out, and everyone looked up in horror. They saw a tiger's shadow rise up in the night, and five sharp claws, like butcher knives, pierced through Bai Yuan's belly!

Tiger Shadow trampled on Bai Yuan's body as it plummeted downwards.

Zhou Yaren stared in disbelief, shoved Lian Zhao aside, and rushed out. Just as he raised his fan, a crossbow bolt pierced his palm.

Zhou Yaren seemed to feel no pain at all; her hand holding the fan only trembled slightly from the force of the crossbow bolt.

Lin Mu stood frozen in place, unsure whether it was from fear or something else, when the next moment his vision was obscured by the rising waves.

Will she die? Lin Mu wondered one last time.