Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 484 The Encounter of Two Great Swordsmen

After having breakfast, Lin Chen took out the flying boat that Ma Tengqiang had given him.

Lin Chen stood beside the flying boat, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and looked up at the sky.

The crack was still there, and the dark red light continued to press down, like a rotten scar, which was annoying to look at.

He watched for a while, then looked away and boarded the boat.

Jian Shisan, sword in hand, leaped onto the bow of the ship.

Today I changed into a clean black outfit, and my hair was neatly tied up; it's rare for me to dress up like this.

Dugu Qiubai leaned against the ship's railing, his eyes closed, as if catching up on sleep. He wore a gray robe and his hair was casually draped over his shoulders, looking as if he had just woken up.

Both of them were sword cultivators, but they followed different paths.

Like a sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.

It's like a sword hidden in its sheath, its depths unfathomable.

The two met, and their sword intents instantly resonated, causing the air on the ship to change.

As Lan Fenghuang walked toward the boat, she suddenly stopped, feeling something pressing down on her, like two invisible hands pressing on her shoulders.

Yan Ruyu frowned slightly and glanced back at Ling Bo.

Lingbo followed behind, her white robes fluttering, and paused for a moment as she reached the side of the boat.

The two exchanged a glance—sparks flew.

On the deck, Jian Shisan's hand rested on the scabbard.

Dugu Qiubai stood with his arms crossed, completely still, but the hem of his robes fluttered twice without any wind.

An invisible sword intent collided between the two in the void.

There was no sound, no light, but the dust on the deck was blown to both sides as if it had been cleaved by a sword.

Jian Shisan's sword intent is sharp, domineering, and straightforward.

Like a heavy sword, it can cleave mountains and break peaks without leaving any room for retreat, and its main theme is "If you're not convinced, then fight."

Dugu Qiubai's sword intent was restrained, subtle, and unpredictable.

Like a needle, invisible and intangible, yet capable of piercing your most vulnerable spot, its main selling point is "unpredictable and impossible to defend against".

The two sword intents confronted each other for a moment.

Dugu Qiubai's robe fluttered again.

Jian Shisan removed his hand from the scabbard.

The outcome is decided; the two are evenly matched!

Neither of them spoke.

Dugu Qiubai closed his eyes and continued to catch up on his sleep, as if nothing had just happened.

Jian Shisan turned around, looking into the distance with a blank expression, but a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

I had long heard that Dugu Qiubai was a master swordsman who had risen from a terrestrial immortal to a mid-stage celestial immortal in just a few months.

Although the previous test ended in a draw, Jian Shisan knew he had lost.

In comparison, I am considered a senior, and it is quite complicated to be surpassed by a junior.

Lin Chen glanced at the two men as he boarded the ship, shook his head and chuckled, saying nothing as he stood on the deck gazing into the distance.

Lan Fenghuang, Yan Ruyu, and Ling Bo stood closely beside Lin Chen.

The airship slowly rose into the air, its silvery-white light growing brighter and brighter.

Then, with a "whoosh," it transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Mei Jiu Niang stood at the entrance of the Immortal's Lair, waving a round fan, smiling, but nothing about her was apparent.

Yao Yao stood next to her, her cheeks puffed out, her eyes red, looking like an angry pufferfish.

Shishi and Shishi stood quietly at the back, but their eyes were a little red.

Yao Yao stared at the direction where the streak of light disappeared, pouting.

"I need to train diligently!"

Mei Jiu Niang reached out and rubbed her head:

"Then you must keep up the good work! Your master has accumulated enough experience; I'm preparing to go into seclusion to break through."

"Really?" Yao Yao exclaimed with delight. "Master, if you break through, wouldn't that mean you'd be a hundred years ahead of Grandmaster?"

Mei Jiu Niang smiled slightly and giggled:

"This is all thanks to your good husband. However, with your exceptional talent, it won't be long before you break through to the next level."

Yao Yao's eyes lit up, and she nodded emphatically. "When my husband comes home, I must work hard and strive to break through to the Celestial Immortal realm as soon as possible."

Mei Jiu Niang glanced at Yao Yao, "Didn't you say you wanted to have a child with Lin Chen? Why aren't you in a rush now?"

Yao Yao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said softly, "Then let's have the baby first before breaking through!"

Mei Jiu Niang shook her head and chuckled softly, a fleeting hint of melancholy in her eyes before she turned and walked into the house.

Yao Yao watched Mei Jiu Niang's retreating figure and murmured softly:

"Master, you also want to have a child of your own, right? Don't worry, I will help you!"

Mei Jiu Niang paused for a moment, then disappeared from the spot as if nothing had happened.

Only a faint sigh remained in the air.

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On the flying boat.

Lin Chen lay on a deck chair on the deck, legs crossed, eyes squinting, basking in the sun.

His posture and expression made him look like someone on vacation, showing no sign that he was going to brave the extremely dangerous Ten Thousand Mountains.

Yan Ruyu sat on Lin Chen's lap, peeling grapes with her slender hands.

They peeled each one clean, removing even the seeds, and fed them to Lin Chen.

Lan Fenghuang sat on the other side, reading a book.

The book is titled "Zhongzhou Fengwu Zhi" (Records of the Scenery of Central Plains). When I turned to the page about the Gu God Temple, I found it covered with notes.

Lingbo stood at the bow of the boat, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

Jian Shisan, holding his sword, leaned against the ship's railing, eyes closed, breathing evenly. It was unclear whether he was truly asleep or meditating.

Dugu Qiubai sat in the corner, holding a cup of tea and sipping it slowly.

The tea was obtained from Lin Chen; it was a top-grade spiritual tea that was priceless.

Dugu Qiubai drank without a care in the world, one cup after another.

The airship flew neither high nor fast, only a few hundred feet off the ground, and the scenery on the ground was clearly visible.

Mountains and rivers, towns and villages, fields and forests unfold like a giant scroll beneath your feet.

Lin Chen watched for a while, then, finding it uninteresting, closed his eyes and continued sunbathing.

Yan Ruyu held the peeled grapes to Lin Chen's lips.

Lin Chen opened his mouth, ate it, chewed it a couple of times, and nodded: "Sweet."

Yan Ruyu smiled faintly, peeled another one and put it in her mouth, then leaned down...

Lan Fenghuang looked up from her book, glanced at the two of them, and then lowered her head again to continue reading without expression.

But the page turned a little too hard, and there was a "whoosh" sound.

Lingbo frowned slightly, muttering something to herself the whole way.