Unsheathed

Chapter 322 (3): White Robe Enters the City, Doesnt Dare to Knock

Chapter 322 (3): White Robe Enters the City, Doesn't Dare to Knock

Atop the city wall, there stood several individuals from the list of Upper Ten Elites. There was Yu Zhenyi, the leader of Lake Mountain Faction, who had put on the silver-colored lotus flower hat previously owned by Ding Ying. A colored glaze flying sword was hovering beside him, and a jade bamboo folding fan was in his hand. There were tiny characters inscribed on each jade bamboo segment of the folding fan; a scripture pertaining to a profound martial arts technique.

Zhong Qiu appeared relieved as he leaned on the destroyed city wall. His shoulders were hunched over, in stark contrast to the proper posture that the imperial preceptor of Southern Garden Nation usually assumed.

Zhou Fei, the leader of Spring Tide Palace, was also there.

Dragon General Tang Tieyi from Northern Jin Nation, had a solemn expression on his face as he rubbed the hilt of his saber, Refiner, with his thumb.

There was Knife Sharpener Liu Zong.

Monk Yunni was holding the soft and silky azure dress in his arms.

Cheng Yuanshan was hiding in some unknown place in the capital.

The wandering swordsman, Feng Qingbai, had died at the hands of his good friend, Tang Tieyi.

The one ranked first among the Upper Ten Elites, Old Demon Ding, had also died at the hands of the young otherworldly immortal called Chen Ping'an.

In addition to the members of the Upper Ten Elites, Huang Ting was standing atop the city wall with a completely transformed disposition and aura. She wasn't a member of the Upper Ten Elites, but perhaps even Zhou Fei wouldn't dare to challenge her at this moment. After her soul and physical body fused together, her appearance also started to change, with her already stunning appearance becoming even more beautiful and dazzling. She was a breathtaking beauty.

Meanwhile, Lu Fang from Bird's Eye View Peak was prepared to stay in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land for another sixty years. This was both to temper his Dao Heart and to act as the pseudo-Dao guardian of Zhou Shi, his good friend's son.

Apart from feeling slightly sad about the imminent farewell, Zhou Shi was also filled with beautiful dreams about what the following sixty years had in store for him.

Ya'er from the demonic force was about to be brought out from this world by Zhou Fei. She was the person most affected by Ding Ying's death, with her heart as dead as ashes at this moment.

Right now, everyone was looking at the young otherworldly immortal standing still on the official road beyond the city wall.

There was a cloudy look in Yu Zhenyi's eyes, and it was impossible to discern any expression from his face.

Zhong Qiu smiled knowingly, thinking that it was only natural for Chen Ping'an to appear so domineering and mighty after killing Old Demon Ding. It was as if the young boy were saying, "Do you see? I, Chen Ping'an, was wounded in my battle with Ding Ying. Do any of you dare to take advantage of this and attack me while I'm weak? If you dare, then come on, come down from the city wall and we can fight to the death!"

Knife Sharpener Liu Zong sighed again and again, feeling extremely worried as he rested his back against the wall. After witnessing that astounding battle on Bull Mountain, he genuinely didn't have the energy to become involved in this messy situation anymore. He felt like there was no point to any of this.

If he still had the opportunity to walk down the city wall alive and peacefully return to his shop near the Imperial Examination Bridge, he surmised that it would be quite good for him to become an ordinary but wealthy person in the future. He would at most take one or two direct disciples whom he found likable. He wouldn't think about doing anything else.

A hint of anger flashed across Dragon General Tang Tieyi's eyes. However, he only hesitated for a brief moment before deciding to simply close his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.

In the end, Chen Ping'an walked through the city gate just like that, gradually disappearing into the capital.

Yu Zhenyi hovered into the air and stepped onto his colored glaze flying sword, preparing to fly to Bull Mountain.

The abundant spiritual energy that had gathered from all corners was already starting to disperse into the surroundings. As an immortal cultivator, how could Yu Zhenyi possibly abandon this once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity?

Spiritual energy was different from the ethereal and elusive martial fortune. It didn't discriminate against anyone, and one could obtain spiritual energy as long as they were capable.

Tang Tieyi set his sights on the listless Knife Sharpener Liu Zong as he slowly walked along the carriageway.

Liu Zong jolted in astonishment, and he jumped up and scolded, "How dare you, Tang Tieyi! You think I'm a pushover?!"

Meanwhile, Huang Ting set her sights on Zhou Fei, someone she had disliked for a long time already.

Mirror Heart Hall's Tong Qingqing could endure and tolerate the terrible acts committed by the palace leader of Spring Tide Palace in this blessed land. However, the Daoist nun from Peace and Tranquility Mountain could not!

In Fan Wan'er's eyes, the copper mirror was nothing more than an ordinary item. In Huang Ting's eyes, however, there was immense profoundness behind the copper mirror. She grabbed the copper mirror from the ground and forcefully struck it, shattering it.

When it broke, a peculiar dark green aura radiated from the shards of the copper mirror, appearing much like a deep pool. Huang Ting extended two fingers and seemingly grabbed something before yanking back. What appeared in her hand was a sword in a scabbard!

She was a supreme prodigy from Peace and Tranquility Mountain, the third largest sect in Parasol Leaf Continent. She was going to become the next sect leader, and she was destined to reach the twelfth tier as long as she could advance to the Upper Five Tiers!

In other words, it was only natural that she possessed some incredible treasures.

Zhou Shi and Ya'er exchanged a glance because they felt a stinging radiance cutting at their back.

The two of them suddenly turned their heads.

They coincidentally locked gazes with the otherworldly immortal in white standing on the city wall.

Zhong Qiu shook his head and replied, "Home is where the heart is."

Liu Zong was still cupping his fist.

There was a warm smile on Zhong Qiu's face as he gently pushed Liu Zong's hands down. He then turned around and left, walking down the city wall.

The young Daoist priest shook his head as he glanced at Zhong Qiu's disappearing figure.

Tang Tieyi quickly followed after Zhong Qiu.

Monk Yunni also left the city wall with a single stride, gracefully landing outside the capital. He hugged the azure dress in his arms as he swiftly sprinted toward Bull Mountain.

Few people remained on the city wall.

Zhou Fei looked at Lu Fang and said, "Bring Zhou Shi with you and find somewhere to hide first. It's best that you leave Southern Garden Nation. The farther you go, the better. No one can stop Chen Ping'an after I leave the Lotus Flower Blessed Land."

Lu Fang and Zhou Shi didn't hesitate, and they immediately leaped down the city wall before detouring around Bull Mountain and heading toward the border of Southern Garden Nation.

In the end, only four people remained. The young Daoist priest carrying a huge gourd on his back, Peace and Tranquility Mountain's Huang Ting, the Jade Tablet Sect's "Zhou Fei," and the native-born Liu Zong.

The young Daoist priest glanced at some stone arch bridge in the capital, the one under which Arm Sage Cheng Yuanshan was hiding, and his eyes were filled with ridicule as he yawned and casually spun his rattle drum, striking a drum for the third time.

By choosing not to appear on this city wall, it could be said that Cheng Yuanshan had wasted all of his previous sacrifices and efforts. He was unable to ascend, and he was also unable to obtain any additional fated opportunity.

A brilliant column of light descended, shrouding Liu Zong within it and causing him to vanish in an instant. Not a single bit of him remained.

The young Daoist priest clearly respected and admired Zhou Fei, so he offered an extra tidbit of secret information and said in a quiet voice, "You don't need to worry about Chen Ping'an misbehaving and causing trouble here. Heh, he still has a long and hard road in front of him."

An expression of realization spread across Zhou Fei's face, and he smiled faintly and said, "Thanks."

The second column of light landed in the world, enveloping Zhou Fei. He managed to linger around for slightly longer than Liu Zong, with his body becoming fuzzy as he leisurely waved farewell to Huang Ting.

The young Daoist priest smiled with squinted eyes as he looked at the frowning and silent Daoist nun from Peace and Tranquility Mountain. "Are you very worried about your current plight?"

Huang Ting chuckled coldly and replied, "Deliver this message to my grand elder when you return. They don't need to spend any money, and it will take me at most ten years to achieve what Sui Youbian couldn't achieve. I'll advance to the next cultivation tier at that time, and I'll ascend with my physical body and return to Majestic World."

The young Daoist priest was amused as he tapped his feet and started to "ascend" with the huge golden gourd on his back. He wasn't enveloped in a column of light or whatever; he just swayed back and forth like a dog paddling in water as he slowly swam toward the peak of the heavens.

Huang Ting only took a single glance at him before turning away, not willing to watch this scene for any longer. Only a little brat like him would perform such childish actions.

Inside the capital of Southern Garden Nation, a skinny little girl sold the stack of books in her arms and bought two outfits for herself. Using the remaining money, she then ordered a large table of food that had only ever appeared in her sweet dreams before. She wolfed the delicious food down, seemingly afraid that she would lose out if she didn't eat quickly enough.

Sitting at the table, she needed to raise her bottom high off the chair in order to reach the delicacies on the other side. The sides of her mouth were covered in grease, and she felt like she had never experienced such happiness before.

Meanwhile, a little boy called Cao Qinglang was led to some government office by a group of soldiers. There were four straw mats lying outside the great hall, all of them covered in a piece of white cloth. The little boy dazedly squatted in front of them, not speaking a single word.

Under some stone arch bridge, Arm Sage Cheng Yuanshan was still waiting patiently for the deafening boom of the drum being struck for a second time.

Elsewhere, an impoverished scholar heard that someone had died not far from where he was. A good friend of his forcefully dragged him over to take a look, yet the scene had already been completely clogged by a large group of curious people. The scholar only heard that it was a beautiful woman.

He thought to himself that he would definitely tell his lover about this tragic accident when she returned. Most importantly, he would warn her to go out less frequently. It didn't matter that they were struggling with money; there was no need for her to visit her relatives to borrow money and buy books for him.

Chen Ping'an swiftly ran back to that large street in the capital, with his footsteps becoming heavy as he turned into the small alley.

When entering the capital, several grandmasters had been standing on the city wall and watching him.

However, Chen Ping'an had still stridden forward with an aura of invincibility that he had never possessed before. Dressed in white with a wine gourd by his waist and a sword in his hand, he had strode into the capital in a confident and carefree manner.

Standing in front of an ordinary courtyard with some of the cheapest couplets stuck to the walls, however, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but hesitate at this moment. He raised his hand several times, yet he put them down several times as well. He ultimately didn't knock on the courtyard door.

Chen Ping'an had no idea the old Daoist priest was standing right behind him, watching his each and every movement.

The old Daoist priest wanted to know two things.

How did Chen Ping'an view himself?

How did Chen Ping'an view the world?