Chapter 103 Meeting Yun Chao (Part 1)
"You vixen!" Bai Qianfan saw the person and rushed over angrily, shielding Chu Jianshan behind her. "Wasn't stabbing me last time enough? Perfect timing, my hands are itching right now! Come and die!"
"And there's the grudge against my father." Dong Qi stepped forward and looked at Ji Zihua.
Chu Jianshan's eyes flickered slightly; naturally, he also harbored a grudge against Wang Min.
"Ha," Ji Zihua sneered, "His own skills are inferior, what does that have to do with me?"
"you!"
Meng Yufeng reached out to stop Dong Qi and said to Ji Zihua, "If you are not as skilled as others today, don't blame us for being impolite."
"Alright! Come on then if you dare!"
Ji Zihua also had a fiery temper. He attacked without warning, and before Meng Yufeng could react, he was struck on the head by a sword and nearly chopped down.
"You little brat, Ji Zihua!" Meng Yufeng shouted, "Trying to ambush me, huh? I'll beat you to your knees and call me grandpa today!"
"Who attacked you! It's your own fault for being slow to react!"
The two began fighting immediately, dust billowing and spiritual energy exploding in the air. As the scene grew increasingly chaotic, Chu Jianshan retreated slightly.
He wished things would get even more chaotic, and gave Bai Qianfan a look behind him.
Bai Qianfan immediately understood, picked up a small stone and threw it at Ji Ziyan's head, then whistled towards the sky.
"Who!" Ji Ziyan shouted angrily, her eyes finally locking onto Bai Qianfan.
"It's me, young master," Bai Qianfan said defiantly, "If you've got the guts, fight back!"
Ji Ziyan was completely enraged. He grabbed his weapon and charged forward, yelling, "Prepare to die!"
As soon as she moved, the people following behind her also came over, drawing their swords and clashing against each other.
Lin Mumu understood, and taking advantage of the dust obscuring her face, she stepped in front of Chu Jianshan and whispered, "Go quickly!"
Chu Jianshan nodded and pulled Cheng Yuan away from the rear. There was no point in getting entangled with these people; their target was Zhao Yi, and Ji Ziyan's presence meant Zhao Yi's location wasn't far off.
Ji Ziyan was annoyed by Bai Qianfan's antics. She wanted to fight him, but he was too agile and she couldn't catch him at all.
After being tricked like this for a while, Ji Ziyan finally realized what was happening, looked in the direction Chu Jianshan had left, and shouted, "We've been fooled! Chase after him!"
Even faster was Aoki Sword; with a flash of sword light, the group in front had already been beheaded.
Ji Ziyan's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Lin Mumu and said, "I don't think I have any grudges against you, do I?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Lin Mumu sheathed her sword and said sternly, "With me here today, you won't be able to stop Chu Jianshan!"
Himeko gathered spiritual power in her palm and curled her lips into a smile: "Alright, I'll play along to the end!"
While the battle raged on, Chu Jianshan and Cheng Yuan had already run far away.
The area was surrounded by loess, and apart from a few distant mountains, there was almost nothing to see, which made Chu Jianshan suspect that a smokescreen had been cast.
Just as he was losing his way, the Spirit Butterfly suddenly reappeared, circled around Chu Jianshan twice, and then quickly flew forward.
Chu Jianshan said, "Follow me!"
Suddenly, a cloud of yellow sand billowed up, obscuring their view and trapping the two of them in the middle, forcing them to stop.
Chu Jianshan couldn't see anything clearly and instinctively looked for the person next to him. But the next second, a powerful force suddenly struck. Although Chu Jianshan reacted quickly and tried his best to resist, the two of them were still shaken away at the same time, and their internal organs ached.
Zhao Yi's voice echoed in the sandstorm, but no one could be seen.
"Chu Jianshan, Chu Jianshan, are you going to keep pursuing me like this?"
What a persistent pursuit! He sounds like some kind of love-struck fool.
However, it's yet another trick of hearing someone's voice before they've even been seen.
Chu Jianshan stood up, wiped the yellow sand from his cheeks, and said calmly, "Could you change your entrance next time?"
"If you like."
Zhao Yi's figure slowly appeared in the yellow sand, approaching Chu Jianshan step by step.
Then, the sandstorm subsided.
Chu Jianshan glanced at him up and down. He wasn't carrying any swords or wearing a mask, so he didn't seem to want to fight.
"Where is Asheng?" Chu Jianshan asked.
Zhao Yi looked puzzled: "I thought you brought her here yourself, didn't you?"
“Yes,” Chu Jianshan replied, “but now I’m taking her back.”
Zhao Yi sighed softly: "It's a pity, I don't plan to return her."
Chu Jianshan drew Mo Yang three-tenths of its sheath: "Then don't blame me for being impolite."
Zhao Yi looked disdainful: "Just the two of you?"
Cheng Yuan said coldly, "The people from various sects are right behind us; they should have surrounded you by now."
"Oh dear, this scene is so familiar."
Zhao Yi looked around and said softly, "They made a similar fuss five hundred years ago, but they lost completely, which left me feeling a little unsatisfied."
Is this how you pretend?
Chu Jianshan raised an eyebrow and pulled Mo Yang out completely: "Then today I can let you have some fun."
Zhao Yi smiled slightly: "Don't be in such a hurry."
His tone even carried a hint of languor and flirtation: "I still want to have a good talk with you for a while."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yuan's expression darkened: "What could my master possibly have to say to you?"
Zhao Yi chuckled and waved his hand lightly. The place that was originally a patch of yellow sand instantly revealed its true form. Behind him, there was a cave entrance, where Jiang Rusheng must be.
Zhao Yi said, "Let's just talk about anything. It's been years since anyone has chatted with me. Let's just treat this as a casual chat between friends."
Cheng Yuan snorted coldly: "What a boastful statement. You are the first person in history to befriend a mortal enemy."
Zhao Yi shrugged, unconcerned: "Many of the things I've done are unprecedented in history, this is nothing."
Chu Jianshan replied, "Unfortunately, I have no interest in making friends with my enemies."
Zhao Yi asked, "Why?"
Before Chu Jianshan could answer, he heard a burst of spiritual energy behind him. Then Ji Ziyan rolled over and crashed into the stone wall behind Zhao Yi, scattering rubble everywhere.
Bai Qianfan silently withdrew Fang Lan, his expression unchanged.
Ji Ziyan forced himself to get up from the pile of rubble, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and knelt down before Zhao Yi: "Your subordinate has failed in his duties, please punish me, Your Majesty."
The already scant clothing became even more revealing after Bai Qianfan beat her up, but Zhao Yi didn't glance at her once. His gaze was entirely fixed on Chu Jianshan in front of him.
Chu Jianshan raised his chin, indicating to Zhao Yi: "That's the reason. She's the one who killed Wang Min with her own hands. With her around, I'm not in the mood for conversation."
Zhao Yi feigned sudden realization: "So, without her, you can have a proper chat with me for a while?"
Chu Jianshan: I was just trying to provoke Zhao Yi, after all, this guy has an eccentric personality, and I wasn't sure what to do with him.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yi actually made a move.
He reached out, and Ji Ziyan was immediately drawn to him by spiritual energy. Zhao Yi gripped her neck tightly, her face turned purple, and she couldn't breathe.
Upon seeing this, Ji Zihua immediately knelt down and begged Zhao Yi for mercy: "Sister, he didn't mean it! Please, Your Majesty, have mercy!"
The next second, the sound of bones breaking was heard.
"Sister—!"
Ji Ziyan's body was casually tossed aside.
Zhao Yi turned his head, looking at Chu Jianshan with a smile in his eyes: "Now, can you talk to me for a while?"
Everyone present was stunned, and for a moment, there was complete silence.
Who would have thought that someone who was once so troublesome could be killed so casually by him, and the reason... was just for chatting?!
Chu Jianshan still couldn't understand him.
"Okay, what should we talk about?" Chu Jianshan gave in.
"Let's talk about..." Zhao Yi took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let's talk about whether you like me or not?"
Chu Jianshan: "..."
Cheng Yuan practically gritted his teeth, drawing Liu Yin directly, his surging spiritual power ready to erupt at any moment: "Do you want to die?"
Chu Jianshan reached out to stop him, shaking his head to signal him not to act impulsively.
"Please don't misunderstand," Zhao Yi explained, extending his hand, "I mean, what do you think of me? What do you think of me as a person?"
Chu Jianshan coldly replied, "I admire him, but I hate him even more."
"Ah...I see," Zhao Yi said with a hint of regret, "It's a pity. I thought you admired me more than anything else."
Chu Jianshan said, "Zhao Yi from five hundred years ago is indeed worthy of admiration."
Zhao Yi asked, "Is there a difference?"
Chu Jianshan: "The difference is huge."
Zhao Yi: "For example...?"
Chu Jianshan slowly lifted Mo Yang up and said to the person in front of him, "For example... Zhao Yi at that time would not have stooped to using such despicable methods."
Zhao Yi laughed and shook his head, saying, "How could I not hide it from you again?"
He turned around and walked towards the cave entrance.
At the same time, the ground began to tremble, and countless puppets crawled out from underground, approaching them and tightly surrounding Chu Jianshan and his group.
From the moment they entered the mountain, Chu Jianshan had been wondering what could possibly cause so many people to die here, given the sheer number of skeletons forming this mountain of corpses.
With the addition of that formation, Chu Jianshan became even more certain that puppetry was not something that could be mastered overnight, let alone by someone like Zhao Yi who was not a direct descendant of the Linyi Sect. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it would take hundreds or thousands of attempts to succeed even once. And the Bagua formation was most likely used to suppress those unruly puppets.
Amidst a flurry of sword flashes, before Chu Jianshan's puppet could even reach him, it was cleaved in two by a blue sword beam and collapsed, writhing on the ground.
Chu Jianshan stood motionless, the wind and sand ruffling the stray hairs at his temples, his gaze sharp and his voice indifferent.
"kill."
Signal fireworks exploded in the sky along with the voice, and soon after, the sounds of clashing swords could be heard from the outer perimeter of the mountain of corpses, as the attackers gradually moved towards this side.
The sound of swords being drawn was sharp and piercing. Several people emerged from behind Chu Jianshan, clearing away the obstacles in front of him.
Chu Jianshan's Mo Yang sword was still sheathed, as if he couldn't see the puppet in front of him. He walked slowly toward Zhao Yi, and with almost every step he took, one of the puppets in front of him would be killed.
These scum are not worthy to be presented to him.
Zhao Yi wasn't in a hurry. He just smiled and watched him walk out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood step by step. The stronger the hatred in his eyes, the more excited he became.
When Chu Jianshan was about twenty paces away from him, he suddenly stopped and then vanished from the spot in an instant.
In less than half a second, a gust of wind lifted the hair on the right side of Zhao Yi's head—a sign that a powerful burst of spiritual energy was about to break through the air.
Zhao Yi curled his lips and tilted his head slightly.
Mo Yang cut off his hair, then spun around sharply, aiming straight for his neck.
Zhao Yi received the sword strike, and the impact of the clash between the two spiritual energies could be felt within a radius of almost a hundred miles.
Amidst the sharp howling of the wind and sand, Zhao Yi's voice sounded out of place: "I've been nurturing this spirit core for you for two years, and it's become much stronger than before."
"Chu Jianshan," Zhao Yi disappeared again, leaving only his voice echoing in the wind.
"My most satisfying puppet, fight me a good battle."
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