Jiang Mang trembled all over. He knew who those old immortals were referring to.
The supreme elders of the Floating Light Holy Land were all old monsters who had lived for thousands of years and whose strength was unfathomable.
What would happen if they knew that Chen Yang might have recovered his former strength?
By then, Jiang Yunlan, who forced Chen Yang away, and myself, who tried to get my hands on the Seven Absolute Swords, will be pushed out by those old guys to make Chen Yang calm down!
"Sister, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter properly!"
Jiang Mang made this promise solemnly, his heart once again filled with murderous intent.
He wants to avenge his previous shame!
"Get out!" Jiang Yunlan waved her hand impatiently.
Jiang Mang felt as if he had been pardoned, and he crawled out of the cave.
As he walked, he cursed Chen Yang in his heart. It was this damn guy who caused him to be hung up and beaten by his sister again.
"Chen Yang, just wait for me! I will make you pay the price!"
Jiang Mang thought with gritted teeth, a glimmer of resentment flashing in his eyes.
Only after stumbling all the way out of his cave did Jiang Mang dare to calm his extremely disordered breathing.
"Damn it Chen Yang, you loser, you actually dare to come back! This time I will make you live a life worse than death!"
Jiang Mang cursed viciously. Now the only way to relieve the hatred in his heart was to tear Chen Yang into pieces.
After returning to his residence, Jiang Mang kicked over the jade table in front of him. The table, which was carved from priceless spiritual jade, instantly shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of worthless fragments.
"Someone come!"
He roared angrily, scaring the maid outside the door so much that she trembled and walked in tremblingly.
"Young... Young Master..."
"Go, call my Tieshan and the others over here, and tell them I have something important to discuss with you!"
"Yes, sir." The maid fled from the room as if she had been pardoned.
Not long after, several monks dressed differently but all looked uncouth gathered in Jiang Mang's room.
These people are Jiang Mang's trusted subordinates. Even among the children of the Floating Light Holy Land, they can be said to be doing evil and bullying the weak disciples. They are Jiang Mang's loyal lackeys.
"Brother, what do you want to see us about?"
A short, fat monk with pockmarks on his face asked in a flattering tone. As he spoke, he secretly glanced at the pile of jade table fragments on the ground, and was secretly shocked.
Jiang Mang's face was gloomy as he told his men Jiang Yunlan's order and his own plan. At the end, he said viciously.
"This time, I'm going to make that bastard disappear from this world completely!"
"Don't worry, big brother, we will definitely get things done properly!"
"Brother, do you want us to go and capture that guy right now so you can vent your anger?"
"Catch him? Can you catch him? He's currently training in a haunted place like the Xuanling Mountains. Who knows what kind of adventure he's had that could have made his strength soar? You, a bunch of losers, really think you can catch him?"
Jiang Mang cursed in frustration.
Everyone was so scolded by him that they dared not say a word and could only respond in a meek manner.
"Listen carefully, this mission is not about reckless action, but about being cautious!"
Jiang Mang lowered his voice, a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes.
"I want you to investigate for me. Find out how that loser Chen Yang was able to practice cultivation again!"
"Also, what exactly happened to him in the Xuanling Mountains? Did he get any treasure?"
"Remember, this matter is of great importance. No word of it can leak out, especially not to those old immortals. Do you understand?"
When everyone heard this, they were shocked and realized the seriousness of the matter, and nodded in agreement.
"One more thing."
Jiang Mang took out a black token engraved with complex runes from his storage ring and threw it to the short and fat monk.
"Take this and go to the black market to post a bounty. Say that Chen Yang has absconded with our sect's secret treasure. If you can provide information or capture him, our Floating Light Holy Land will reward you handsomely!"
Jiang Mang's men hurriedly left the room and went to carry out his orders.
The short and fat monk jogged all the way, fearing that one step slower would upset Jiang Mang. The fat on his body trembled with his steps, like a ball of meat running for its life.
He came to the black market with familiarity. It was a mixed crowd and the best place for all kinds of intelligence transactions.
The short and fat monk crouched down and stealthily walked into a dark alley, and stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden door.
He first knocked on the door three times cautiously. The door creaked open a crack, and a cloudy eye looked out vigilantly.
"What's the matter?" A hoarse voice came from inside the door.
"I want to issue a bounty." The short and fat monk lowered his voice and took out the black token from his arms.
When he saw the token, his cloudy eyes lit up obviously. He quickly opened the door and welcomed the short and fat monk in.
"So you are a distinguished guest from the Floating Light Holy Land. I am so sorry for the inconvenience."
Soon, the news about Chen Yang stealing the secret treasure of the Floating Light Holy Land spread quickly throughout the entire cultivation world like wings.
For a time, Chen Yang's name became the focus of discussion in major taverns and teahouses.
"Have you heard? A disciple named Chen Yang from the Floating Light Holy Land stole the sect's secret treasure and ran away!"
"Is this true? That's the place where the Qingyun Sword Immortal resides. Who among the cultivators in the world wouldn't be proud to enter it? And this kid actually defected?"
"Who knows? But I'm more curious about what it is now. It's something that even the Floating Light Holy Land cares about so much."
"Why bother? If it weren't for the Qingyun Sword Immortal's intervention, neither you nor I would have been born. I've made up my mind. I won't hesitate to do this even if there's no reward. Anyone who dares to insult the Qingyun Sword Immortal is truly seeking death!"
"Humph, what a disgrace! This kind of scum deserves to be hacked into pieces!"
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At the same time, Jiang Mang's other subordinates also began to inquire about Chen Yang's news and his experiences in the Xuanling Mountains.
They disguised themselves and mingled in various towns and villages, even going deep into the dangerous Xuanling Mountains, trying to find clues and unravel the secret of Chen Yang's recovery.
At this time, Chen Yang and Xue Qing were flying on their swords on their way to the Qinglian Holy Land.
"Xue Qing, are you cold?" Above the nine heavens, Chen Yang, with his feet on the Seven Absolute Swords, looked down at the beauty in his arms and asked with concern.
"It's not cold. I'm warm with you around."
Xue Qing shook her head gently and buried her head deeper into Chen Yang's chest.
They flew all the way like this, stopping occasionally to admire the scenery along the way and enjoying the rare tranquility and sweetness.
A few days later, they arrived at a prosperous city called Luoxia City. It was the largest city within a radius of 100 miles, bustling with merchants.
Chen Yang and Xue Qing, who had been traveling for several days, decided to stay here temporarily and replenish some supplies.
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