Chapter 115 The Snowy Return Journey, A Black Pot in Tianqi City

The snowstorms on the far north ice sheet come and go quickly.

When Su Changqing and his entourage's luxurious carriages embarked on their southward journey again, the blizzard that had blotted out the sky had stopped, and even a rare ray of warm sunshine appeared in the sky.

Golden sunlight spilled across the vast snowfield, reflecting a dazzling yet sacred light.

"drive!"

Lei Wujie changed into a spare blue robe that Xiao Se had given him. Although it wasn't as eye-catching as his signature red robe, after being baptized by the "Demon Soul Tonic," he exuded a striking and oppressive aura from the inside out.

Even a casual flick of the whip produces a faint sonic boom.

"Hey Lei Wujie, could you tone down your true energy a little? Even though these Jade Lions are a different species, they can't withstand your half-step Divine Travel aura burning them like this every day. Look, their fur is almost curled up from your heat."

Xiao Se sat on the other side of the carriage shaft, holding a hand warmer in his hands, and reminded him in an annoyed manner.

"Hehe, you can't blame me for that. This power is too immense; I haven't fully adapted to it yet."

Lei Wujie scratched the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed, and withdrew his released internal energy. "Xiao Se, what do you think my chances of winning would be if I were to face you now?"

"You? Facing me?"

Xiao Se glanced at him sideways, a signature mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Although you took the lucky pill that Master gave you and forcibly raised your cultivation level, the water in your brain is still not completely cleared. In martial arts, cultivation level is only one part; the real victory or defeat lies in the grasp of timing and the understanding of moves. Against me now, you can only last ten moves at most."

"Ten moves? That's too few? I don't believe it!" Lei Wujie immediately protested. "How about we go down and have a match right now?"

"Are you sure you want to gesture here?"

Xiao Se pointed to the tightly closed carriage door behind him, "The Master and Senior Hanyi are inside taking a nap with Little Nuomi. If you dare to make the slightest noise and wake them up, I guarantee that I won't even have to lift a finger; the Master can rub you into the snow with just one finger."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, obediently shrinking his neck and even deliberately lowering his breathing.

He had personally witnessed how terrifying Su Changqing's morning grumpiness could be. Xie Qidao of the Dark River, who was utterly defeated with a single sentence, was a prime example.

Inside the train carriage.

In fact, Su Changqing was not asleep.

He was leaning back on a cushion, engrossed in a tattered ancient book he had somehow acquired. The book was neither made of metal nor wood, and the characters written on it were extremely ancient hieroglyphics.

He casually picked it up from a secluded corner of the ice cave in the Outer Heaven. At the time, he was too preoccupied with the precious natural treasures to notice this tattered book lying in the corner as a table leg.

However, Su Changqing's divine sense keenly detected a faint yet extremely ancient aura of law emanating from the book.

"That's interesting."

Su Changqing looked at the symbols on the ancient book, a slight smile playing on his lips.

What's recorded here is actually an ancient formation related to "boundaries." If one could thoroughly study this formation, it might even be possible to create a small space independent of this world!

"If this were used to expand the kitchen of Changqinglou, or to store wine, it would be a good choice."

Su Changqing silently calculated in his heart. If the ancient master who wrote this ancient book on formations knew that the supreme legacy he painstakingly left behind was actually used by someone to expand the kitchen of a tavern, he would probably be so angry that he would jump out of his grave and point at Su Changqing's nose to curse him.

Li Hanyi sat to the side, sewing a snow hat with rabbit ears for Xiao Nuomi using an extremely fine piece of ice silk. Seeing Su Changqing engrossed in reading that tattered book, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you looking at? I don't recognize a single word in this book!"

"A cookbook."

Su Changqing, without batting an eye, fabricated a story: "It describes a recipe for something called 'Beggar's Dragon,' which supposedly requires the meat of a whole real dragon to roast, and the taste is extremely delicious. I'm researching its ingredient ratios."

Li Hanyi: "..."

She rolled her eyes at Su Changqing, too lazy to call him out. There wasn't a single serious word coming out of that man's mouth.

"Changqing, when we go back to Tianqi City this time..."

Li Hanyi put down her needlework, a hint of worry in her eyes. Although she knew Su Changqing was invincible, Tianqi City was, after all, the political center of Beili, a place where the most treacherous schemes and forces in the world converged.

"Don't worry, there are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls."

Su Changqing put down the ancient book and casually tucked in the blanket that Xiao Nuomi had kicked off. "Besides, didn't we bring back a ready-made 'tall guy'?"

He pointed outside the carriage, "That kid Xiao Chuhe is already at the half-step Divine Travel realm. Plus, with all his cunning, he's more than capable of dealing with those old men in Tianqi City. When we get back this time, we can just comfortably open our tavern and watch how he dominates the game."

"You just want to be lazy." Li Hanyi smiled helplessly, but she was relieved.

……

at the same time.

Tianqi City, Taiji Hall (now should be called Changqinglou Tianqi Main Store).

Although Su Changqing, the real boss, took his whole family on a "trip to the Great Snow Mountain," the tavern located in the palace was still incredibly popular.

There was no way around it; with the retired Emperor Mingde standing there, which high-ranking official, wealthy merchant, or tycoon from all over the world wouldn't want to come to this former center of imperial power and experience what it's like to be a "commoner"?

Moreover, although the food at Changqinglou is outrageously expensive, it is definitely worth the price.

However, in the past few days, the substitute manager, Sikong Changfeng, has been so worried that he has almost lost all his hair.

"Lord City Lord! Something terrible has happened!"

A disciple from Snowmoon City rushed into the main hall, holding an urgent secret letter. "News has come from the city gates that a large group of unidentified experts are converging on Tianqi City from all directions! And judging from their route, it seems... they're all heading for our Changqing Tower!"

"What?!"

Sikong Changfeng, who was frantically checking accounts behind the counter with an abacus, was so startled that his hand trembled and the abacus fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"They came for us? Or are they here for a meal?" Sikong Changfeng still held onto a sliver of hope.

"They're not here for a meal! Judging by their menacing appearance, they look like they're here to cause trouble!" The disciple stamped his feet anxiously. "Besides, they say the leader is blind and carrying a broken sword! He keeps telling everyone he meets...telling..."

"What did you say? Just say it already!" Sikong Changfeng jumped up and down in frustration.

"He said... he said Su Changqing stole his wife, and he's coming to Tianqi City to fight Su Changqing to the death!"

"puff--!!!"

Sikong Changfeng sprayed the tea he had just drunk directly onto the face of the Minister who was ordering food opposite him.

Stealing someone's wife?!

Whose wife did Su Changqing steal?!

Li Hanyi was married through proper channels! Could this guy have some other romantic entanglements outside?!

"What the hell is this?!"

Sikong Changfeng felt his head buzzing.

If Li Hanyi finds out, wouldn't she tear down Tianqi City? And with Su Changqing not around, who can take the blame for this huge mess that's fallen from the sky?

"Quickly! Send someone to investigate! Who exactly is that blind man?!" Sikong Changfeng roared.

Just then, a cold voice filled with endless killing intent came from outside the hall.

"No need to investigate. I am Yan Zhantian, the Furious Sword Immortal!"

boom!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a terrifying sword intent, so violent it seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, shattered the temporary steel gate of Changqing Tower!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

A burly, rugged man with messy hair and closed eyes (actually wearing an eye patch) strode in, carrying a large, broken greatsword.

With each step he took, the hard white marble floor of the hall cracked under the weight.

The Furious Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian!

The most violent, unreasonable, and murderous of the five great sword immortals of Beili!

He was also Bai Wang Xiao Chong's biggest backer and master!

"Yan Zhantian?!"

When Sikong Changfeng saw who it was, his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

What's that old madman doing here? And what did he just say? Su Changqing stole his wife?!

This is absolutely ridiculous! Yan Zhantian, this old bachelor, has been single his whole life, where did he get a wife?!

"Senior Yan! It's a misunderstanding! This is absolutely a misunderstanding!"

Sikong Changfeng quickly ran out from behind the counter, forcing a smile as he explained, "How could Mr. Su possibly steal your... uh? There must be someone spreading rumors and causing trouble!"

"Misunderstand?"

Yan Zhantian sneered, and the broken sword slammed heavily to the ground, shaking the entire hall.

"My beloved disciple, Xiao Chong, was originally a strong contender to inherit the throne! But that bastard Su Changqing forced him to abdicate with a worthless edict! He even passed the throne to that good-for-nothing Xiao Chuhe!"

"Isn't this robbery?!"

"I have always regarded Chong'er as my own son! This empire is the 'dowry' I left for Chong'er (referring to the confidence and capital I gave Xiao Chong)! Su Changqing's seizure of this empire is tantamount to seizing my..."

Yan Zhantian seemed to realize that his analogy outside the city gate was a bit inappropriate, and his old face blushed slightly, but it was quickly covered by his raging anger.

"Enough nonsense! Tell that coward Su Changqing to come out here! Today, I will use this 'Broken Army' sword to smash his Changqing Tower to pieces! To vent my hatred!"

After hearing Yan Zhantian's words, Sikong Changfeng suddenly realized what was going on.

It turns out this old madman was standing up for Prince Xiao Chong!

The whole "stealing a wife" thing was just him spouting nonsense in a fit of anger, and it got twisted and spread by those gossipy people in the underworld!

"Senior Yan, please calm down."

Although Sikong Changfeng was inwardly groaning, he had to maintain appearances. "Mr. Su... he's not in the shop. He took his whole family on a trip to the far north, and their return date is uncertain. Why don't you go back first, and I'll let you know when he gets back?"

"travel?!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhantian was so enraged that he jumped up and down in anger.

"He stole my disciple's empire, and he still has the nerve to go on vacation?! This is clearly a guilty conscience, a flight from justice!"

Yan Zhantian raised the broken sword in his hand, and violent true energy condensed wildly on the sword, forming a black tornado that was visible to the naked eye!

"Since he's not here, I'll smash this lousy shop to pieces! When he returns, I'll deal with him slowly!"

"Break it!!!"

Yan Zhantian roared, gripped his sword with both hands, and slashed down fiercely at the long jade table that Su Changqing usually used to cut vegetables!

This sword strike carried the full power of the Angry Sword Immortal's life and boundless fury; its power was so great that it could split the Taiji Palace in two!

"It's over! Changqinglou is going to be gone!"

Sikong Changfeng closed his eyes in despair. Although he was a master of spear fighting, he was not confident that he could withstand the sword strike unscathed from the crazed Yan Zhantian.

If Changqinglou is destroyed in his hands, when Su Changqing returns, he, the acting manager, will definitely be skinned alive!

however.

Just as Yan Zhantian's broken sword was about to strike the jade table...

"Zheng—!!!"

A crisp, high-pitched sword cry, seemingly capable of piercing the heavens, suddenly resounded in the empty hall!

The sound of the sword didn't come from Yan Zhantian's Po Jun Sword, but from... the backyard of Changqing Tower!

Followed by.

A dazzling golden sword light, like the dawn breaking through the darkness, shot up from the backyard, instantly piercing the roof of the main hall and shooting straight towards Yan Zhantian!

The power contained in that sword light was even more domineering and pure than Yan Zhantian's wrathful sword!

"Who goes there?!"

Yan Zhantian was shocked. Sensing the deadly threat, he had no choice but to forcibly withdraw his sword strike aimed at the jade table. Instead, he erected a thick barrier of sword energy in front of him to meet the golden sword light!

"boom--!!!"

Two peerless sword energies collided violently in mid-air!

A terrifying shockwave swept through the entire hall, sending all the diners who were huddled in the corners trembling with fear flying.

Yan Zhantian felt a numbness in his arms, and the broken sword in his hand almost slipped from his grasp. His burly body was actually forced back five steps by the force, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard floor!

"What...what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Yan Zhantian stared in shock at his slightly trembling hands.

He, the mighty Furious Sword Immortal, was actually forced back by a sword light that flew in from nowhere?!

In this Tianqi City, besides that freak Su Changqing, when did another expert of this level appear?!

The smoke and dust cleared.

Under the incredulous gazes of Yan Zhantian, Sikong Changfeng, and the others.

A young man dressed in a gray cloth robe and carrying a huge mahogany sword box on his back slowly walked out from the backyard.

He was not holding a sword.

But behind him, the thirteen flying swords, like thirteen obedient elves, hovered and danced in mid-air, radiating a chilling light that made one's heart tremble.

Especially the flying sword in the very center, which was entirely crimson and seemed to be burning with raging flames, exuded a terrifying sword intent that was enough to incinerate everything in the world!

The Great Ming Vermilion Bird!

The strongest sword strike from the Peerless Sword Box!

"You...you're from Wushuang City?!"

Yan Zhantian stared at the young man, his pupils suddenly contracting. He recognized the sword box and the legendary peerless demonic sword.

"Old man, your voice is too loud."

Wushuang yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and spoke with an extremely arrogant tone.

"I was sleeping in the backyard, trying to comprehend my newly created 'Radish Carved Sword Intent,' but your shout ruined it all."

Wushuang raised her hand and pointed at Yan Zhantian.

"The master said that loud noises are forbidden in Changqing Tower."

"Since you broke the rules, leave something as compensation. For example... your broken sword looks quite suitable for chopping wood."

"Arrogant brat! You're asking for death!"

Yan Zhantian was completely enraged.

Being bullied by Su Changqing was bad enough, but now this kid who hasn't even grown his hair yet dares to point fingers at him? Does he really think this Angry Sword Immortal is made of clay?!

"Today, I'll teach that good-for-nothing Song Yan a lesson, and show him what's what!"

Yan Zhantian roared, and a monstrous black sword aura erupted from his body once again, like a raging dragon, as he pounced on Wushuang!

Faced with such a terrifying offensive.

Wushuang showed no sign of panic.

An unprecedented excitement and fervor flashed in his eyes.

After undergoing Su Changqing's inhuman "potato-cutting" training, he longed for a true strongman to test his skills.

The Furious Sword Immortal before them was undoubtedly the best touchstone!

"Well done!"

Wushuang shouted loudly and formed a strange sword gesture with both hands.

"Great Ming Vermilion Bird! Break for me!!!"

With his command.

The crimson flying sword that had been hovering in mid-air let out a phoenix cry that pierced through gold and shattered stone, and transformed into a raging flame that could burn the sky and boil the sea, and fiercely slashed down to meet Yan Zhantian's black sword dragon!

Two generations of geniuses.

Two completely different ultimate sword styles.

Inside this former palace of the Northern Li Kingdom, the most intense clash unfolded!

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away on the official road...

The luxurious carriage was moving leisurely along.

Sitting on the carriage shaft, Xiao Se suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Tianqi City.

"Just a moment ago... there seemed to be a strong fluctuation of sword energy from Tianqi City?" Xiao Se frowned slightly.

"Don't worry about it."

Inside the carriage, Su Changqing's lazy voice drifted out, "Probably that kid Wushuang is sparring with someone. Perfect, let's just consider it his final exam."

"If we can't even handle an old man who comes to cause trouble, I'll make him chop 10,000 jin of onions when we get back."

As Su Changqing spoke, he fed Xiao Nuomi a bite of the candied hawthorn he had just bought.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious! Daddy, when will we be home? Nuonuo misses Dahuang!"

"Almost there, almost there. We'll be there once we get past that mountain. When we get back, Daddy will make you the best roast duck."

The carriage continued its journey, carrying with it a sense of warmth and tranquility, heading towards the turbulent city of Tianqi.