Chapter 883: Older Chen, Younger Chen - Martial Cultivator

The sea churned with towering waves, surging winds, and an unrelenting aura of killing intent, enveloping the three daoists completely.

The purple-robed daoist broke into cold sweat. Even a fool could see the situation now: this martial artist was truly enraged.

Others getting angry could perhaps be laughed off, but this martial artist had already slain a martial artist above Nepenthe before even fully angering, this was not something they could take lightly.

The purple-robed daoist’s mind raced. Hesitating, he finally spoke, “Chen Che, given how things have come to this, it seems there’s been some misunderstanding between us. Since you’ve already killed Sun Fu, why not let this matter rest? If we really fight, you may not come out unscathed.”

Although the Great Liang Emperor had just killed a martial artist above Nepenthe, that person had been a martial artist, and they had intentionally held back from fully aiding him. If a real battle broke out now, honestly, they did not think the Great Liang Emperor could take all three of them at once.

The reason for proposing to let it go was simple: though the Great Liang Emperor might not emerge entirely unharmed, if it came to a fight to the death, at least one of the three would inevitably survive.

The Great Liang Emperor looked at the purple-robed daoist but said nothing.

The purple-robed daoist seized the moment and continued, “Chen Che, at this point, cultivation matters more than anything. Why insist on a fight to the death?”

The Great Liang Emperor said nothing, taking a single step forward.

The sea swelled around them; waves rose and surrounded the four of them entirely.

The purple-robed daoist panicked. “Chen Che, think twice, you must think twice!”

The Great Liang Emperor barely reacted, only casting a glance at what lay ahead, then exhaling a low breath:

Too late.“Too late.”

Those were the last words this peerless martial artist left for the three daoists.

......

The so-called Immortal Sea was now eerily calm, seemingly subdued by a young girl in white, barefoot, treading lightly across the water, her eyes fixed ahead.

“This matter, you people were clearly at fault. That little daoist has already entered, he shouldn’t have been let out. Fine, let’s say he went out anyway; after cultivating for so long, if he ends up dead by three little brats, it’s his own fault.”

The “little daoist” the girl referred to was, without a doubt, the previously mentioned Daoist Wuyang. If anyone else heard her call a once-dominant figure in the daoist world, the former leader of the entire daoist realm, a mere “little daoist,” they would surely be stunned.

“If he courts death, who could stop him? If he dies, he dies. And that guy called Taiyi, why did he have to stick his nose in? Fine, fine, even if he stepped in to save that little daoist, that’s one thing, but why go on a killing spree? Tell me, does it make sense for a guy who’s been cultivating for hundreds of years to bully some kids not even forty years old?”

The white-clad girl sounded a bit tired and simply plopped down onto the sea surface, letting her feet naturally dip into the water.

“Even if it was Taiyi’s fault, Chen Che killing him would have been enough. But why kill Sun Fu and the others afterward?”

A voice came from the front - calm, yet full of authority.

“You lot, are you really determined to ignore all reason? Do you think I can’t see it? They were planning to work together to kill Chen Che.”

The white-clad girl frowned. “Going to kill someone, if you’re weaker, then you deserve to die.”

The voice hesitated for a moment, then spoke plainly, “Even if Chen Che kills them all, no one can tolerate him.”

The white-clad girl let out an “oh” and continued on her own, “Trying to reason with them is pointless, so I won’t. Fine, you people state a price, I’ll take it all. Your Mother is sitting right here, send however many people you guys want. If a single person can get past Your Mother, Your Mother will follow your surname!”

As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows,not because she thought her words sounded commanding, but because calling herself “Your Mother” in this way felt pretty satisfying.

But to any onlooker, the scene would look utterly absurd, since this girl really did look very young.

Sure enough, after she assumed this stance of being unreasonable, the voice opposite fell silent for a while, then softened slightly: “Sun Fu is dead, so forget it. Can we just let this end here?”

The white-clad girl shook her head. “If it were really just a matter of that, maybe we could discuss it. But who told you to act and insist on killing that kid? This matter can’t be settled now.”

“Just a young martial artist with some talent, and you’re taking it so seriously?”

The voice sounded puzzled, though mostly calm.

“Is he really just a young martial artist?”

The white-clad girl scoffed. “Those are just rumors, you actually believe them.”

The voice fell silent.

“Let’s not even talk about that matter. Just that kid alone, you can’t touch him. If you dare to touch him, think about whether your mountain protecting array is strong enough.”

Her eyes shone brightly as she smiled. “Let me give you a warning: if that kid survives today, there’ll still be a chance to talk things over. But if he dies, just wait for Chen Che to come after you. I’m telling you in advance, I won’t hold him back, nor could I.”

She looked toward the distance, seemingly anticipating the day when the Great Liang Emperor would one day crush an ancient immortal mountain with a single step.

The voice opposite was silent for a long time, finally asking out of curiosity, “What exactly is the relationship between that young martial artist and Chen Che?”

The immortal sea here was isolated, and they had never paid much attention, so naturally they didn’t know the full story.

The white-clad woman scooped up some seawater with her hand in boredom. Watching it slip through her fingers, then smiled. “The kid’s lucky, his surname happens to be Chen, and he has a good uncle.”

Older and younger, two Chens, just uncle and nephew.

......

It took a long time before Yu Xiyi struggled to get up from the rubble, but his injuries were too severe, and he simply couldn’t manage it. In the end, it was Yun Jianyue who reached out to steady him.

Though it seemed like a simple gesture, both of their corners of their mouths twitched instinctively.

Pain.

After Yu Xiyi got to his feet, he glanced at Yun Jianyue and sighed, “You're really something... your martial uncle didn’t go all out.”

Yun Jianyue thought for a moment, then said self-mockingly, “As a junior, I really did want to kill my senior uncle.”

Yu Xiyi froze for a moment, then quickly realized something. He didn’t speak, simply patted Yun Jianyue on the shoulder. At this moment, he truly regarded this young Daoist as a friend.

Someone on the same path.

The best kind of friend.

This bond was more stable, more unshakable than anything else in the world.

Yu Xiyi walked toward Chen Chao, each step pulling at his wounds, gritting his teeth.

Damn it, after so many fights, this one had been the most dangerous, the closest to death.

Even so, Yu Xiyi endured the pain and reached his best friend, without speaking. Instead, he picked up small stones from the ground and tossed them down the mountainside one by one.

“This mountain’s been chopped in half, why is it still so high? No matter how I throw these, I, a great sword immortal, can’t even hear a sound?”

Yu Xiyi muttered to himself, seemingly oblivious to the unhappy young martial artist standing beside him.

“What the hell, why does your physique look so good? No wonder all those girls in the Divine Capital stare at your portrait and lose their minds every day. Were you stripping for them to see? I better write a letter to Miss Xie about this. You’d better figure out how to keep me quiet.”

Seeing that Chen Chao was still ignoring him, Yu Xiyi reached out to feel the young martial artist’s abdomen, nodding with mock seriousness.

Firm, well trained.

Chen Chao glanced at him helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a tremendous pressure descend from above. Without hesitation, Chen Chao pushed Yu Xiyi aside and slashed a sword toward the sky.

Being shoved aside, Yu Xiyi's first thought was: Again?

Then he felt annoyed at Chen Chao’s lack of loyalty.

Foolish kid.

The pressure instantly shattered Chen Chao’s saber light, descending ruthlessly and smashing the young martial artist straight into the mountainside.

Before Yu Xiyi now, there was only a bottomless pit.

After a brief lapse, Yu Xiyi was furious to the extreme, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He summoned the flying sword, Wild Grass, which at this moment was already quite damaged. Gripping it, he ignored the pain in his body and aimed straight for the sky.

At this moment, this young great sword immortal leaped into the air, cursing loudly, “Damn it, fuck your mother!”

A sword light shot up from the ground!

Not far beside him, Yun Jianyue took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, where another figure was hovering.

His eyes were also filled with anger he could barely contain. Raising both hands, he shakily prepared to inscribe another great talisman.

The previous talisman had caused his Great Dao foundation to be damaged by half. Writing this one now meant the remaining half would be gone.

No big deal.

At this moment, several black dots suddenly appeared in the sky.

As they drew closer, one could barely make out that they were several heads.

A weary figure, returning from thousands of miles away, approached the hovering figure in the sky and delivered a punch straight into one of the heads.

A loud bang!

A head exploded in an instant.

Red and white splattered everywhere.

......

On the sea, the white-clad woman raised her head and shook it, saying, “This time, if a bunch of you don’t die... there’s no way to get over this.”

But after saying this, the white-clad woman still felt it was an understatement.

After all, that guy had once sat high on the dragon throne.

How did the saying go again?

When the Son of Heaven rages, a million corpses lie, and blood flows for a thousand miles!