“Ding ding ding!”
As the two continued to climb up, the sounds of fighting on the mountain became more and more intense.
From time to time, monks would fall from the steep cliffs with screams.
"Humph! It's those idiots from the Ancient Clan again! They're everywhere!"
In front of Ye Chen, a young genius in a green shirt cursed angrily.
"That's right, what appeared this time is the immortal master Xiaoyao's life-saving magic weapon, the Drunken Moon Immortal Gourd!"
"Senior Xiaoyao's treasure must not fall into the hands of those bastards of the Ancient Clan!"
Although the ancient costumes are powerful, there is still a group of passionate geniuses who are not afraid of the ancient clan.
"However, the ones sent out by these ancient clans are all top-notch demonic geniuses."
"Can we stop them with just the people like us?"
A somewhat more steady young genius also came over, his tone filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.
"A demonic genius? Humph!"
At this moment, a disdainful voice came from behind.
"A few mere rats dare to call themselves geniuses?"
"If that person hadn't fallen, these so-called ancient clan prodigies would be nothing compared to him!"
A young man with a long sword on his back and an upright posture walked out from behind the crowd.
When Ye Chen heard this familiar voice, his heart moved. He looked in the direction of the voice and his eyes fell on the young man with a sword on his back.
"It's him!"
The person who came was Jian Wuchen's only direct disciple, Wen Jian.
Wen Jian also noticed Ye Chen's gaze and turned to look at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen remained calm and looked away as if nothing had happened. He didn't want to reveal his identity too early.
He held Ruoxi's hand and continued to climb up step by step.
Wen Jian frowned slightly, feeling that this middle-aged man was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
He shook his head and continued climbing without thinking much.
"Ask Senior Sword!"
A young genius came forward with a respectful look on his face.
"Could the fallen figure you just mentioned be Ye Zhizun, who reached the top of the Supreme List a thousand years ago?"
Wen Jian paused slightly, looking into the distance with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
"Besides him, who else in this world can deserve such an evaluation?"
"Senior Wen Jian, have you ever met Ye Zhizun in person?"
A beautiful female cultivator blinked her beautiful eyes and asked expectantly.
"well!"
Wen Jian sighed lightly upon hearing this.
"Back then, I was young and frivolous, and I wanted to challenge Brother Ye without knowing my own limitations."
"Thinking about it now, it's really ridiculous!"
Wen Jian shook his head, a self-deprecating smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"Challenge Ye Zhizun?"
Upon hearing this, everyone became even more interested and asked more questions.
"Senior Wen Jian, please tell us what kind of person Ye Zhizun is?"
"Yes, we've only heard of his deeds. They say he's unrivaled and unmatched in the history of the world! Is that true?"
Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Wen Jian did not refuse. He climbed up and slowly said:
"Ye Zhizun is a gentle and elegant gentleman, who treats people warmly and does not have the airs of a peerless power at all."
"But you will never be able to imagine the extraordinary talent he possesses that allows him to look down upon the world!"
Ruoxi listened to Wen Jian's description of Ye Chen behind her, and a sweet feeling surged on her cold cheeks.
As if she was the one being praised by the world, she couldn't help but hold Ye Chen's hand tighter.
Ye Chen ignored the discussions of the people behind him, holding Ruoxi's hand and quickening his pace towards the top of Zhongnan Mountain.
Although flying is prohibited in this area, the two men's leg strength is far beyond that of ordinary cultivators. It didn't take long for them to reach the top of the mountain.
As soon as he stepped onto the top of the mountain, Ye Chen discovered that his second senior brother’s Drunken Moon Gourd was floating in the center of the mountain.
The Drunken Moon Immortal Gourd seemed to sense Ye Chen's arrival and trembled slightly.
Several familiar figures of Ye Chen were fighting fiercely with several young men from the ancient tribe around the Drunken Moon Immortal Gourd.
One of the petite figures was his apprentice, Nian Rou!
Nian Rou at this moment is no longer the ignorant little girl she was back then.
She had a steady breath, a firm gaze, and wielded the sword in her hand with ease. She was evenly matched with a young man from the ancient clan whose cultivation was one realm higher than hers.
Seeing this, Ye Chen shook the folding fan in his hand, his eyes full of satisfaction, and nodded secretly. This girl did not disappoint him.
"Look! That girl is Ye Zhizun's only direct disciple, Fairy Nianrou?"
"With the cultivation level of an early True Immortal, he is fighting against a Golden Immortal of great perfection, and he still holds his own!"
"This talent and style are not inferior to Ye Zhizun back then!"
Several young geniuses who were watching were talking about it.
In the center of the battlefield, Nian Rou forced the young man from the ancient clan back several steps with one sword.
"The Drunken Moon Immortal Gourd is my Second Uncle's magic weapon! You scum of the ancient clan, don't even think about getting your hands on it!"
Nian Rou's pretty face was filled with murderous intent, and her tone was full of dominance.
"Humph! Whatever my ancient clan sets its sights on belongs to my ancient clan!"
The young man from the ancient tribe steadied his body, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and his eyes looked up and down at Nian Rou's exquisite body.
"You're not bad looking, little bitch. Why don't you just marry me? I promise to make you ecstatic and want to linger on!"
His words were full of obscenity and vulgarity.
“Shameless!”
In response to him, Nian Rou swung her sword with all her might!
"court death!"
When Ruoxi heard the obscene words of the young man from the ancient clan, a frost instantly covered her cold and pretty face.
She flipped her wrist, and the Qingshuang Sword appeared from her hand. She pointed the sword at the young man from the ancient clan and was about to kill him.
"Let this girl solve it herself. This will be a good experience for her."
Ye Chen reached out to stop her, his tone calm.
Ruoxi nodded upon hearing this and retracted the Qingshuang Sword.
"A stunning sword!"
On the battlefield, Nian Rou suddenly let out a delicate cry, and the long sword in her hand burst out with brilliant light, and she slashed out with one sword.
This was the most powerful sword that Ye Chen had passed on to her that year.
A sharp immortal sword intent shot up into the sky, transforming into a bone-chilling murderous intent that instantly locked onto the young man from the ancient clan.
A relieved smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips.
With this sword, Nian Rou not only comprehended the essence of it, but also integrated her own understanding of swordsmanship into it, making it more powerful than before.
Among her peers, there are probably only a few who can take her sword.
The young man from the ancient clan was locked in by the terrifying sword intent. He felt a chill all over his body, and an unprecedented sense of death crisis instantly enveloped his heart.
His face was full of horror and disbelief!
"No... Impossible! How is this possible!"
He screamed, his voice filled with despair.
How could the little girl who was fighting on equal terms just now suddenly strike out with such a powerful sword?
He was a prodigy of the ancient clan, and his realm was more than one realm higher than Nian Rou's, yet he was locked in by the sword intent and could not move.
“Puff!”
The immortal sword intent pierced through the chest of the young man from the ancient clan, and blood spurted out.
The young man from the ancient tribe looked down at the bloody hole on his chest, closed his eyes unwillingly, and fell to the ground with his head tilted back.
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