The next day.
After finishing breakfast, Yang Hu looked at his phone, a subtle and indescribable smile appearing on his lips.
"Is this a declaration of war?"
Yang Hu chuckled, "Who is this Gu Jian?"
"It's said that he is the Chief Disciple of this generation of Biluo Sword Valley and the most talented person in fifty years. The entire leadership of Biluo Sword Valley has placed considerable hopes on him."
The one speaking was Mu Gang, a local of Yuning Mountain, who naturally had a much deeper understanding of the various powers than Chen Yang and Yang Hu.
Mu Gang continued, "This Gu Jian is undoubtedly strong. I have heard that even among the elders of Biluo Sword Valley, apart from a few, the rest have been defeated by him."
Mu Ling'er crossed her arms and scoffed, "Most talented, huh? How about I just have someone get rid of him?"
Yang Hu twitched his lips; this princess was indeed willful.
"You all wait here; I will make a trip to Biluo Sword Valley and then regroup with you." Chen Yang said blandly.
"What?!"
Mu Ling'er's eyes widened instantly, glaring coldly at Chen Yang, "I am not afraid of you running away. I'm just saying, what if you die at Biluo Sword Valley?"
In Princess Ling'er's view, Chen Yang going to Biluo Sword Valley had no chance of victory, and was akin to a moth flying into the flame, seeking death.
"In any case, I disagree."
Mu Ling'er crossed her arms, making a firm decision.
"I'm not discussing this with you."
Chen Yang glanced lightly at the adamantine Mu Ling'er without any intention of negotiation, "I, Chen, never go back on my word. Since I've promised you, I will do it."
"You..." Mu Ling'er was furious, rendered speechless.
Without further attention to her, Chen Yang picked up a towel, wiped his mouth, stood up, and instructed Yang Hu, "Prepare a bit."
"Okay."
Yang Hu answered and left first.
Watching this man who completely disregarded her, Mu Ling'er clenched her teeth in anger, her fists tightly clenched, wishing to crush Chen Yang thoroughly.
Twenty minutes later.
Three horses set off with Chen Yang and his group, leaving Shisu Town for Biluo Sword Valley.
"Bastard!!"
Mu Ling'er stomped her feet, fuming, "Bastard, bastard, bastard!"
"That self-assured guy, does he really think this princess was begging him?"
"Cough, cough."
Beside her, Mu Gang coughed twice deliberately, reminding, "Princess, it was indeed you who were asking him."
Mu Ling'er: "..."
"Whose side are you on, exactly?"
Her cheeks flushed with anger, Mu Ling'er glared fiercely at Mu Gang, then waved her hand grandly, "Let's go, follow them."
"Hmph!"
Mu Ling'er put her hands on her waist, cheeks bulging, "Bastard, it's not that this princess is going to help you, just afraid that if you died, no one would accompany me back to the City Lord's Mansion."
"You just wait, all the things that happened lately are noted down; once this is over, let's see how this princess deals with you, bastard."
...
Tomorrow, the funeral of the ancestor of Biluo Sword Valley had already stirred up the southern region of Yuning Mountain, with many major powers setting out for Biluo Sword Valley today.
Gu Jian's public statement instantly sparked a wave of discussion.
In reality, anyone with clear vision could see at this point that Chen Yang and Biluo Sword Valley were already in a state of irreconcilable conflict.
With Biluo Sword Valley repeatedly losing personnel and Gu Zhong being silently and precisely assassinated, they had long lost face.
Under these circumstances, only by publicly and fiercely killing Chen Yang could they regain some face.
Deploying Gu Jian, a peer, to kill Chen Yang would not only reclaim lost face but also reassert the prestige of Biluo Sword Valley, a two birds with one stone solution.
Before long.
With news of Chen Yang setting off from Shisu Town for Biluo Sword Valley spreading, it quickly led to a tsunami of discussions.
In no time, Chen Yang once again became the focal point of public attention.
Many were shocked, even in disbelief.
Was there really someone in the world tired of living, deliberately seeking death?
"Admire his courage, but it's truly reckless! Or does this guy think of Yuning Mountain as the mortal realm, believing he can cover the sky with one hand?"
"Interesting, I'm curious, where does Chen Yang's confidence come from?"
Mind their own business.
As everyone discussed freely, they also started anticipating.
Perhaps the grudges between these two sides would have a resolution tomorrow?
Approaching noon.
Chen Yang and his party arrived in the area where Biluo Sword Valley was located.
This was a plain area surrounded by three mountains, with a river flowing through it. It was one of the best locations in the southern region of Yuning Mountain.
Less than a kilometer from Biluo Sword Valley, there were rows of inns and tea houses, usually serving as recreational places for the disciples of Biluo Sword Valley.
Currently, they served as the designated reception venues for visiting guests.
After all, only a few were qualified to be accommodated within Biluo Sword Valley.
Even though Biluo Sword Valley was large enough to accommodate so many people, most only stayed outside.
The hierarchy was vividly emphasized here.
The great royal families of Shisu Town, Qingyue Valley, Windwelcome Academy, and even Southern Dipper Academy, had also appeared en masse in this area.
Chen Yang's arrival naturally caused quite a stir and discussion.
Chen Yang ignored it all, found a place to stay, and settled down temporarily.
The outside was incessantly noisy.
After freshening up a bit, Chen Yang, together with Gu Zhiqing, investigated that booklet, the Overturning Mountain Palm.
Chen Yang had been delving into it these days.
Soon after, a young man in a white robe arrived at the door, clicking his tongue upon seeing this scene, "Tsk, tsk, look at this pair. What did I say before?"
"What a bad year, ending up being fed a mouthful of dog food by you two."
It was Shen Shaotian himself, and as Chen Yang turned his head, he gave him a big middle finger, turned, and walked away, "I'll leave you lovebirds alone, I'll come back later."
Heading back the way he came, he encountered an old acquaintance, seemingly on the way to Chen Yang's residence.
"Elder Ye Hua, where are you headed?"
Shen Shaotian, with his arms folded around his sword, squinted his eyes, smiling knowingly.
The elder named Ye Hua paused slightly, then said mildly, "The Valley Master has instructed me to inform Chen Yang to prepare and then come with me to meet the Valley Master."
"Asking Chen Yang to prepare to meet your Valley Master?"
Shen Shaotian laughed immediately, "Your Qingyue Valley people surely are interesting."
"He killed our Qingyue Valley's Core Disciple, Ye Jinzhou, so since everyone's here today, he should speak to our Valley Master about it, right?"
Ye Hua straightened his back, his demeanor indescribably arrogant.
"Moreover, given Qingyue Valley's status in the south, it is only reasonable to request he meet our Sect Master."
Shen Shaotian didn't respond but merely pointed a finger in the air at Ye Hua's head, "Is there water in there?"
"Humph!"
Ye Hua sneered, "Chen Yang may be decent, but he's insignificant before me."
"..."