Chapter 366 (1): The Sword Spirit Travels North, While Zuo You Goes South

Chapter 366 (1): The Sword Spirit Travels North, While Zuo You Goes South

The river of time continued to slowly flow past outside the small world, and the friction between the two types of laws of heaven and earth created breathtaking rainbow-like ripples.

Chen Ping'an and the sword spirit were seated side by side on the edge of the hole in the city wall with their feet dangling outside.

Chen Ping'an looked down at his own abdomen to discover that the bleeding had already stopped and the flesh around the wound had already healed, but the gruesome mass of organs inside still presented a harrowing sight that could send shivers running down the beholder's spine.

Even though it was nowhere near an all-out attack, it was still a wound inflicted by the bonded celestial weapon of an Ascension Tier cultivator, and he was going to be suffering tremendous after-effects from the injury for a long time to come.

In the distance, everyone was standing completely still on the spot, with the exception of the old maidservant who had just had her bonded flying sword snapped into two.

She was constantly swaying from side to side ever so slightly, presenting a tragic sight to behold.

After being knocked out, the unconscious Sun Jiashu was handed over to an old steward.

The vast majority of people had elated smiles on their faces.

According to the sword spirit, Zheng Dafeng had had his spine snapped, so the pure True Qi that he had nurtured as a ninth tier martial artist had completely dissipated, reducing him to a cripple. However, the physical foundation that he had built up ensured that his body was still equivalent to that of a fifth or sixth-tier martial artist.

He had been sent to the Dust Medicinal Shop by the Scholarly Sage, so his life wasn't under any threat. However, even if he could stand up and walk again someday, the rest of his life was going to be spent in excruciating agony.

She also told Chen Ping'an that the Scholarly Sage had volunteered to take care of this mess, and that he would ensure that Chen Ping'an didn't get the short end of the stick. For all of the benefits that Du Mao had received for his involvement in this matter, he was only going to lose even more, and this was nowhere near the end of the matter.

As the two of them looked up at the sky of the small world together, the sword spirit suddenly said, "I have to go. My sword sharpening cannot be delayed any further."

A thought occurred to Chen Ping'an, and he said, "I have an oil-paper umbrella capable of concealing auras. Why don't you take it, Big Sister Immortal? You just said that even the Scholarly Sage's sworn enemy made an appearance and promised that I'll never have to face an old monster like Du Mao again.

“As long as I don't have to face a cultivator of the Upper Five Tiers, I can look after myself, and I won't go looking for trouble, either. Helping out Zheng Dafeng this time is only a one-off event."

The sword spirit patted Chen Ping'an on the head as she nodded and said, "Sure, I'll take it. Come to think of it, this is the first thing that you've ever given me."

Chen Ping'an raised an eyebrow in objection.

A justified look appeared on the sword spirit's face as she asked, "Are you thinking about that piece of Dragon Slaying Platform that appeared in your basket as you were crossing the river? That's not something that you gave me, I stole it myself!"

Chen Ping'an smiled as he asked, "What do you want, Big Sister Immortal? I'll give you something else in addition to the oil-paper umbrella. I've traveled a very long way, and I'm going to continue traveling from here onward, so I may run into something that you'll like."

The sword spirit turned to him with an amused smile as she jibed, "Are you not afraid of that girl getting mad at you?"

"If worse comes to worst, I'll just have to let her beat me up," Chen Ping'an replied with a bright smile.

The sword spirit tapped a finger against Chen Ping'an's forehead as she sighed, "You're all grown up now."

"I have, haven't I?" Chen Ping'an replied with a pleased expression as he reached out with one hand to compare their heights.

She gently bumped Chen Ping'an's shoulder with her own as she smiled and asked, "You really like that girl, don't you? How much do you like her?"

A faint blush appeared on Chen Ping'an's pale face as he cast his gaze into the distance and replied in an embarrassed manner, "I can't tell you that."

"Oh my goodness, I'm about to get jealous," the sword spirit chuckled.

"You wouldn't do that," Chen Ping'an said with a shake of his head. "You're the best, Big Sister Immortal."

The sword spirit smiled as she rose to her feet, then said, "Let's go fetch the umbrella from the medicinal shop. By the way, that body on the ground is Du Mao's yang soul avatar, so I suggest you take it. It belongs to a twelfth tier immortal, and you can sell it for a lot of money."

Chen Ping'an took a reluctant glance at the body on the ground.

The sword spirit smiled as she continued, "Even if you don't sell it, someone else can occupy it, such as Cui Chan."

"Forget it," Chen Ping'an sighed in a resigned manner. "I'll write a letter to the old Heavenly Lord of Peace and Tranquility Mountain, and it should be fine."

The sword spirit raised the umbrella above her head as she said, "Alright, I'm going now."

Chen Ping'an still had so many things that he wanted to say to her, but he didn't know where to begin, and in the end, he only smiled and nodded in response.

The sword spirit strode over to him, then bent down to gently press her forehead against his as she said in a gentle voice, "Chen Ping'an, how fortunate I am to have met you."

After that, she sped away as a streak of white light, breaking through the heavens of Old Dragon City and the sea of clouds up above. She paused momentarily in mid-air before flying back to the Dragon Slaying Platform in Jewel Small World.

At the entrance of the medicinal shop, Pei Qian tugged on Chen Ping'an's sleeve in a fearful manner as she said, "That big sister is the most powerful immortal I've ever seen! I didn't even dare to try and flatter her to her face."

Chen Ping'an smiled as he said, "No matter how high you climb, there will always be someone above you. Make sure to be humble and diligent in your martial arts practice."

Pei Qian nodded firmly in response, then suddenly asked, "That's the girl that you like, right? Should I call her mother next time I see her?"

Chen Ping'an was in the process of stepping over the doorstep, and he almost fell flat on his face upon hearing this.

"It would be great to have a mother like her!" Pei Qian continued in an excited manner.

Chen Ping'an hurriedly swung around and clasped a hand over her mouth as he scolded in a stern voice, "Don't go around spouting nonsense!"

Pei Qian looked back at him with a perplexed expression as she asked, "In that case, should I just think it and not say it?"

Chen Ping'an's expression darkened even further as he grabbed her by the earlobe, and Pei Qian was forced to tilt her head to the side and yelp in pain as she Chen Ping'an dragged her all the way to the backyard of the medicinal shop before letting go of her ear.

Pei Qian crouched down as she massaged her sore ear, while Chen Ping'an made his way into Zheng Dafeng's room.

Zheng Dafeng was lying on the bed, still in an unconscious state; just like Chen Ping'an's, his injuries had only been temporarily suppressed.

However, he was in far worse condition than Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an dragged a chair over to the side of the bed, then sat down onto it and stared blankly at Zheng Dafeng in the dimly lit room.

Pei Qian snuck over to the entrance of the room, and upon seeing Chen Ping'an's forlorn figure, she hesitated momentarily before departing in silence.

She sat down onto the staircase with her chin resting on her hands.

She had never seen Chen Ping'an look so sad before, and as a result, she was also feeling a little sad as she blew on the yellow talisman plastered to her forehead.

The talisman remained stuck to her forehead, refusing to go anywhere, just like her sorrow.

Is this what it feels like to be grown up?

All of a sudden, the flow of time in the southern region of Eastern Treasured Vial Continent returned to normal.

However, aside from the Golden Core and Nascent Tier earth immortals, no one was able to detect anything amiss.

Moments later, some of the more shrewd individuals in Old Dragon City finally began to realize that something wasn't quite right.

It was no surprise that Chen Ping'an was nowhere to be seen. After all, Du Mao's Sword Devouring Ark had just pierced through his abdomen and sent him crashing into the city wall. However, Du Mao and Zheng Dafeng had also gone missing, and that was rather difficult to explain.

On top of that, there were also some other inexplicable events that had taken place.

For example, the old maidservant from the Cloud Forest Jiang Clan, who was supposed to have been the second-most powerful figure in the entirety of Old Dragon City behind only Du Mao, had fallen to the ground in a completely unconscious state with blood flowing out of all of her orifices, injuries indicating that the foundation of her Great Dao had sustained irreparable damage.

Fu Qi hurriedly rushed down from the Dragon Scaling Platform, then crouched down beside the old maidservant with a grim expression, unable to make sense of what he was seeing. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little resentment toward Fan Junmao. If it wasn't for her, there was no way that he would've been completely oblivious to what had just transpired.