Chapter 137 Defying Fate To Become An Immortal!

The Exquisite Pavilion's Dao Discussion Conference was scheduled for June.

The so-called amateur watches the fun, the expert watches the door.

Whether it was the liveliness or the sect of the Dao Discussion Conference, it was enough to attract the attention of any faction in the Jianghu of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Jizhou's Moon Lake Cave, Xuzhou's Tian Dou City, Chongzhou's Tiger Head Fort, and You Zhou's Tong Tian Sect were all thirsty for the title of the Great Zhou's number one sect.

If it was in the past, when the Linglong Pavilion was guarded by several Earthly Immortal Realm experts, these famous martial artists would naturally not dare to spy on them. However, only Zhong Changhen was able to take out the "platform" of the Linglong Pavilion. At this time, the so-called Dao Discussion Conference was held, and in the eyes of many people, it was suspected that they were carrying stones to smash their feet.

There was still a month left before the Dao Discussion Conference, and the people from all sides were already rubbing their hands together, preparing to do something big.

As the center of this storm, Linglong Pavilion was also bustling with activity.

As the chief disciple Chen Xuanji who had been selected to participate in the Dao Discussion Conference during the competition, the disciples on Mount Zhongju had no choice but to fight for the remaining spot. The outer and inner disciples were also busy preparing for the conference.

Xu Han thought for a while and it had been several days since he had seen Song Yueming.

He thought he had gone down the mountain to buy some things again.

"What are you dumbfounded about! Look at the sword!" Only then did he become slightly distracted, and a tender cry sounded from the side, and a long sword stabbed straight at him.

Xu Han's heart trembled. He didn't dare to be careless. He hurriedly raised the sword in his hand and blocked it again. Only then could he block the sword move.

"Didn't you agree not to fight?" Xu Han looked at the Fang Ziyu beside him angrily.

It had been nearly a month since Chen Xuanji left, and this Second Senior Sister had finally walked out of the haze. These days, in order to prepare for the Dao Discussion Conference, the mountain gate was extremely busy. However, Fang Ziyu, who had already been selected to participate in this conference, was very idle. Therefore, he came to find Xu Han and began to practice as an assistant again.

This Second Senior Sister was very surprised to discover that Xu Han's progress in the sword dao over the past month could be said to be astonishing.

A few days ago, she had no choice but to suppress her own strength and fight against it, but now Xu Han was able to fight back and forth with her full strength.

She knew that Xu Han had a good physical body cultivation before his meridians were repaired, but he was still one realm away from her. Moreover, his Internal Strength was only at the second realm, the Pill Yang Realm. To be able to compete with her with such a skill was truly amazing to Fang Ziyu.

"Who told me to talk to you? You ignored me." Facing Xu Han's indignation, Fang Ziyu raised his neck and said as expected.

Xu Han did not dare to compete with this aunt. He shook his head with a bitter smile and put away the sword on his back and entered the courtyard.

"Finished?" On the stone table in the courtyard, Zhou Zhang smiled faintly as he looked at the two sweaty men and said.

"Yes." Xu Han nodded and sat beside Zhou Zhang with Fang Ziyu.

"This direct disciple selection is so lively, is Junior Brother Zhou really not going to join in?" Fang Ziyu's temper jumped, and his entire body seemed to have endless energy. After sitting at the stone table, he pulled Zhou Zhang and asked.

"I have some abilities. Senior Sister, you still don't know. Doesn't going up there embarrass the sect?" Zhou Zhang shook his head with a bitter smile. "Senior apprentice-sister, Senior apprentice-brother Chen has left. The banner in this pavilion will have to be carried by Senior apprentice-sister. Senior apprentice-sister, can't you prepare for this?"

When mentioning Chen Xuanji, the smile on Fang Ziyu's face slightly froze, but it was quickly suppressed by her.

"What's there to prepare? How can those crooked melons and sliced dates withstand my aunt's sword?" Afterwards, she returned to her usual playful and smiling face.

"Oh? Is that so? Then the figure I saw practicing swordsmanship in the middle of the night a few days ago, isn't that the world?" Zhou Zhang smiled faintly. He raised the teapot in his hand and poured himself another cup of tea.

"Huh?" Fang Ziyu, who had been exposed, immediately blushed. She turned her head and said, "Is that so? How could it be me?"

In terms of talent, Fang Ziyu's talent was almost comparable to Ye Hongjian's. However, with Chen Xuanji around, she was unable to cultivate. After all, regardless of any situation, it seemed that with Chen, she would not be able to trouble her to take action. But now that Chen Xuanji had left, Fang Ziyu could naturally see Linglong Pavilion's predicament. As Second Senior Sister, how could there be no pressure in her heart?

But practicing swordsmanship in the middle of the night…

This was also the first time Xu Han had heard of this matter. He was slightly stunned, but he quickly understood.

As the Dao Discussion Conference was about to begin, the Linglong Pavilion lost Chen Xuanji, and the pavilion hurriedly held another competition between its direct disciples. It was evident that it was somewhat panicked. As Second Senior Sister, if Fang Ziyu acted too nervous, it would definitely make the other disciples in the pavilion even more terrified. That was why she chose to cultivate the sword dao when no one saw her.

Thinking of this, Xu Han had a new understanding of this Second Senior Sister, who seemed to only know how to be unruly and willful. At least, her thoughts were far from as simple as she seemed.

"I won't tell you anymore!" Under the teasing gazes of the two, Fang Ziyu felt a little embarrassed. She stamped her foot with a crimson face and ran out of the courtyard like she was running away.

This kind of appearance naturally caused a burst of laughter from Xu Han and Zhou Zhang.

However, after such a joyous laugh, the two of them had almost tacitly put away their voices.

They exchanged glances at each other at that time, but their eyes were equally heavy.

Great Xiamen will fall, the storm is coming.

How ridiculous, the deck of the exquisite pavilion actually needs a girl of fifteen or sixteen to support it…

…

After that day, Xu Han rejected Fang Ziyu's good intentions.

She practiced swordsmanship every night. If she didn't rest during the day, it would be bad for her health. Xu Han's mastery of the Mountain Destroying Swordsmanship had already improved. If she continued, the results would be negligible. There was no need for her to do so. His focus was to promote the fusion of sword seeds and golden cores, as well as to strengthen his physical cultivation.

On this day, as usual, he absorbed some demonic energy from his right arm at the wooden pavilion, tempered his body, and practiced the Mountain Destroying Sword Technique alone before sweating profusely as he walked back into the courtyard.

It was already late and everyone had already gone to sleep. Xu Han walked to the corner of the courtyard to wash up and was about to go to sleep.

Pu!

Pu!

But at that time, the sound of wings spreading suddenly resounded in the night sky. Xu Han was stunned for a moment. He looked up and saw a raven flying over from the night sky and landing on his shoulder.

With a thought, Xu Han grabbed the Night Raven in front of him, took out a piece of paper from its ankle, and hurriedly released the Night Raven while there was no one around.

After the Night Raven left, he carefully opened the letter and stared at it.

However, there was no handwriting on the paper, only something wrapped in it.

Xu Han furrowed his brows and brought up the matter, placing it in front of his eyes for a while.

It was a small and exquisite token made of some unknown material. It was extremely metallic and had an ancient and unadorned shape, as if it was somewhat old.

There was no embellishment around the token, but a simple handwriting was engraved at the center.

Heavens!

…

Xu Han looked at the token thoughtfully.

Boom!

Suddenly, a muffled thunder rang out from the horizon.

There were frequent thunderstorms at the end of summer. Logically speaking, this sudden thunderstorm wasn't anything to be surprised about, but Xu Han's expression changed at that time.

He suddenly turned around and looked sideways in the direction of the peak of Chongju Peak.

At that time, Ye Hongjian, who had already fallen asleep in the room, seemed to have sensed something as she pushed open the door and ran out of the room.

The two of them exchanged glances at each other at that time, and both of them saw a dense look of surprise in each other's eyes.

On the summit of Chongju Peak, thunderclouds gathered like a vortex. The dense thundersnakes swarmed back and forth, continuously fusing and exploding within the thunderclouds, emitting bursts of rumbling sounds.

The disciples of the Chongju Peak who had fallen asleep were all woken up by the loud noise at that time. They walked out of their respective rooms. They all pointed at the abnormal situation on the summit of the mountain. For a moment, the Chongju Peak, which was already at night, became lively.

As for the elders and deacons from the various peaks, they were naturally alarmed by this noise and rushed over at that time.

However, compared to the confusion of many disciples, the faces of these elders and deacons were filled with complicated expressions.

Worry, excitement, fear, anticipation.

Xu Han's eyebrows furrowed at that moment. Such thunderclouds, such lightning.

He had experienced it, seen it, and personally experienced it.

On the way to Linglong Pavilion, when his sword seed sprouted under the nourishment of demonic power, such a thing appeared.

This was a heavenly tribulation!

Apart from his abnormal state, there weren't many things in this world that could attract such a lightning tribulation.

To be able to do this in the Exquisite Pavilion…

Only that…

Boom!

Xu Han thought about this. At that time, the lightning tribulation on the dome was still gathered. A purple-red lightning snake was rolling in the tribulation cloud, as if it could land at any time.

At that moment, the heavens and the earth dimmed a little. It was as if there was only that dazzling tribulation lightning left in this world at that moment, and there was nothing else.

The great powers of the Great Zhou, Jianghu, and even the two kingdoms of Chen Xia, either secluded or present, also cast their gazes towards the Exquisite Pavilion at that time.

They knew very well that this was a heavenly tribulation that could change the course of Great Zhou's Jianghu.

Boom!

Another thunderclap rang out, and the lightning tribulation in the horizon finally descended at that time.

It brought with it a surging might, an incomparable power, and with a speed that was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture the trajectory, it fiercely smashed down towards the peak of Chongju Peak's mountain.

Even if they only looked from afar, the pressure contained in the lightning tribulation caused the hearts of everyone present to tremble.

At this moment, an old man dressed in black suddenly flew out from the top of the mountain.

He held a long sword in his hand, and the blood-colored sword intent around his body pervaded.

"I, Jian Tiancheng, am an immortal!"

The old man shouted.

His voice was loud and clear, like a yellow bell.

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