Da Xuan Martial Saint

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"Do disciples of the Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion always talk so much?"

It wasn't until now that he spoke coldly.

The Yu Family was under the Seven Profound Sect, and conflict with the four major sects was inevitable sooner or later, but there shouldn't have been many surprises. Yu Jiujiang, in his youth, had been a Steward of the Seven Profound Sect. Observing the current situation, he knew it was not good.

It was highly likely that the Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion, taking advantage of Yan Jingqing's absence, finally made a move, initiating trouble and attempting to strike at Chen Mu and the Yu Family.

In such a time, he naturally couldn't worry about much. Thus, without any hesitation, he immediately mobilized all of his Kan Water Yuan Gang, intending to break through from where Cheng Houhua stood.

"Alas."

"How can you call it nonsense? If people don't talk, what distinguishes them from beasts? Since we are born human, we should speak more... Besides, I'm quite shrewd. Don't think you can muddle through this, Elder Yu."

Cheng Houhua held a sword emitting a thread of cold in his hand. Although his eyes were still on Yu Jiujiang in front of him, suddenly with a diagonal slash to the right, the ground along the direction of his Sword Finger froze over inch by inch. Even the air formed a large patch of white fog, and vaguely within the fog, a figure appeared.

It was none other than another Yu Jiujiang!

But the figure who had just spoken in front of Cheng Houhua dissolved into a splash of water, scattering on the ground in a flash.

Cheng Houhua, seeing Yu Jiujiang emerge from the mist with a smile, said, "This rainy weather is the moment when Elder Yu's Kan Water Artistic Conception is most profound. However, the seasons are cycling, and it's the peak of winter, which just so happens to be the perfect time for me."

"..."

Yu Jiujiang's expression turned ugly.

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Demon-Slaying Office.

Meng Tianzhang, situated within the Demon-Suppression Tower, was propping his cheek with one hand, looking somewhat drowsy. But suddenly, his spirit sharpened, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes as he looked into the distance. Then, with a flash, he was directly outside the Demon-Suppression Tower. With another step, he was beyond the Demon-Slaying Office and out in the rain.

His footsteps then halted abruptly.

A figure in a Mysterious Robe appeared in the rain before him. The young-looking man grinned at him, showcasing a set of pearly white teeth, and said, "Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion's Han Guang greets the great Demon-Slaying Official Meng. Official Meng, you said that the He and Yu families, although not directly under the Seven Profound Sect, are inextricably linked to it.

These two families fighting each other, the Seven Profound Sect should remain impartial and mediate, right? I think you should not interfere."

"Move aside."

Meng Tianzhang spoke coldly.

Han Guang kept smiling and said, "I've long admired Official Meng's reputation from his younger days. It's a great honor to meet you today. I hope Official Meng would join me for a few drinks. I was also thinking about calculating the future fortunes for Official Meng..."

Whoosh!

A blood-colored blade, bursting with scorching heat, suddenly descended towards Han Guang's head.

Han Guang's expression remained unchanged, still wearing a light smile. As he flipped his right hand, a jade-colored Bamboo Stick flew out from the basket on his back. Its material seemed neither like bamboo nor jade. It collided with Meng Tianzhang's descending bloody blade, emitting a crisp clang of metal striking metal.

"Official Meng's Separating Fire Artistic Conception might not be too effective in this rainy winter, while my 'Warm Spring Artistic Conception' is also quite restricted. It seems we are evenly matched, hahaha."

Han Guang laughed aloud.

Meng Tianzhang stopped slashing, and with an ineffective strike, he stood with his blade, coldly saying:

"What does the Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion intend to do?"

"Nothing much. We certainly wouldn't dare do anything under Yan Jingqing's jurisdiction. We only hope for 'the cycle of heaven to follow its course, adapting to the times.' Let what should happen, happen. Change is the way of heaven; why should man resist? Such an act is against nature."

Meng Tianzhang sighed and once again raised his crimson great blade:

"Enough, you should stop talking."

... Experience exclusive tales on empire

In the rain.

The red-topped sedan chair moved slowly forward.

The four sedan-chair bearers were not negligent, moving quickly yet steadily through the rain.

But just at that moment.

Amidst the pitter-patter of the rain, a subtle sound of something cutting through the air suddenly blended in. By the time it was visible, it was a sinister red arrow, coming from afar, aimed straight at the central sedan chair!

What is that?

The four bearers hardly had time to react, along with the Official holding an umbrella alongside them. They only saw a flash of red light penetrate the sedan chair. By the time they turned to look inside...

Boom!!!

An intense explosion sounded with might.

Accompanied by a burst of Blazing Flames, the fire shot up over ten zhang high in an instant.

"Ahh!!"

All four bearers and the Official were terrified. Despite the flames weirdly concentrating just around the sedan chair, the close heat made it feel as though they were about to be burned to cinders; they scrambled away in panic.

And there was more to come.

Following that, arrow after colorful arrow shot from every direction, each exploding near the sedan chair, turning into strange-colored mists that enveloped the entire sedan.

After that, fist-sized Round Beads were thrown into that multicolored fog, exploding one after another. Accompanying the loud noise, roof tiles were forcefully shaken off a nearby house, clattering onto the ground and shattering.

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