Chapter 422: The Death of Caiyun Patriarch
“Since you are the child of Taoist friend Zhen Yuanzi, the death penalty can be spared, but the living punishment cannot be escaped.”

The figure said in a stern voice, then took out a ruler-like magic weapon and smashed it fiercely.

“Dang~”

The sound of metal clashing echoed.

Yang San held the sword in one hand, blocked the opponent’s attack, and asked with a smile: “You are so fierce, you always want to die~”

“How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me!”

The figure was furious and rushed forward.

Yang San just saw clearly that the other person also looked like a boy, with a childish face, but his eyes were old-fashioned and full of sinisterness.

His body suddenly changed from solid to virtual, and then from virtual to solid, twisting and turning, easily dodging the opponent’s attack.

I was just about to make some sarcastic remarks.

The figure’s expression changed, and he said in shock: “Yang Jian! You are Yang Jian! You actually chased me here. If you don’t give me a way to live, you will not live either.”

Yang San’s expression also changed, and he shook his head and retorted: “I am not Yang Jian, otherwise you would not be alive.”

“Impossible. Only Yang Jian has the ability to change from real to virtual to rival my power. Even if you are not Yang Jian, you are still related to him! Do you know who I am?”

“do not know.”

Yang San shook his head.

“I am the Patriarch Caiyun. I have an irreconcilable feud with Yang Jian. It’s your bad luck to run into my hands. I will definitely grind you to ashes and vent my hatred~”

“Ancestor Caiyun? I’ve never heard of him. Who is he?”

Yang San asked doubtfully.

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Caiyun’s eyes widened and turned red, almost bleeding: “How dare you be so rude, you brat!”

He was about to start a fight.

But the person in front of him said, “Wait a minute, wait a minute, you are so angry, do you have a grudge against Yang Jian? That’s even more coincidental, I also have a grudge against Yang Jian, we just happened to join hands to deal with Yang Jian.”

Caiyun Patriarch’s expression relaxed, but the vigilance in his eyes did not dissipate: “You really have nothing to do with Yang Jian?”

“There is a connection, but it’s just a mortal feud. It doesn’t matter.”

Yang San answered casually.

“Do you have proof?”

Ancestor Caiyun asked.

“No, you can believe it or not.”

Yang San spread his hands and continued, “Ancestor Caiyun, right? What deep hatred do you have with Yang Jian? Why have I never heard of it?”

Patriarch Caiyun did not answer, but asked: “What are you doing here?”

Yang San pointed to the boy and said, “Just ask him. I just had nothing to do and wanted to kill some monsters.”

Patriarch Caiyun looked at the bruised and battered boy Mingyue, who told him everything that had happened.

As he listened, Patriarch Caiyun was secretly shocked, knowing very well that the magical power of the guy in front of him was no less than his. You know, after practicing hard, his cultivation had now recovered to the Golden Immortal realm. However, facing the several Heavenly Immortal realm demon kings in Wanshou Mountain, he did not dare to kill them easily.

After all, cultivation and combat power are not completely the same. These demons have all experienced endless fighting to cultivate, so their fighting power can only be unparalleled.

His cultivation level was originally the result of accompanying the goddess Nuwa for a long time. He had cultivation and Taoism, but was not very proficient in fighting. It was only after being driven out of the Queen Nuwa Palace that he picked up the ability to fight again.

When Caiyun was shocked, she did not notice Yang San quietly took out a jade talisman and communicated something. Yang San put the jade talisman back into his sleeve, and a flash of murderous intent in his eyes passed by, but she did not notice it.

He smiled, looking harmless: “Looking at the extraordinary magical powers of the ancestor, I and several of my fellow Taoists also have an irreconcilable hatred with Yang Jian. If we join forces, we may be able to take Yang Jian down.”

“Are you serious? Why haven’t I heard of anyone who has a deep hatred for Yang Jian before? Yang Jian’s subordinates are extremely vicious. Anyone who opposes him is either bribed by him or beheaded and listed on the Conferred God List, becoming a puppet of the Heavenly Court.”

Patriarch Caiyun asked impatiently. He had long been fed up with the days of hiding. Every day when he entered into meditation, he worried that Yang Jian would suddenly kill him, which gave him nightmares and made his cultivation level improve slowly. If he could really get rid of Yang Jian, it would only be a matter of time before his thoughts became clear and he could condense the Hunyuan Dao Fruit again.

“It’s absolutely true. I keep in touch with those fellow Taoists from time to time.”

“What are the names of those Taoist friends? Maybe they are old friends of mine.”

Patriarch Caiyun was a little suspicious.

Yang was in trouble on three sides.

“If you don’t explain clearly, I will find it hard to be convinced.”

Ancestor Caiyun urged.

After a moment, Yang San seemed to have made up his mind and said, “Come closer and I will tell you something.”

Patriarch Caiyun really leaned over to listen.

Yang San’s expression suddenly changed. He jumped up in an instant, his body swelled rapidly, and he stretched out his hand to grab the body of Caiyun Patriarch, grinning: “I got you!”

As he spoke, he drew the sword in his hand and slashed towards it.

In a panic, Patriarch Caiyun used the measuring ruler to resist. He wanted to escape, but the huge force in the hand of the person in front of him suppressed him, making him unable to escape from the other person’s palm.

“Please spare my life, Master. I know I was wrong!”

Patriarch Caiyun knew that he had fallen into the other party’s trap. His life seemed to be on the chopping board, and life and death depended on the other party’s thoughts. All his struggles now were in vain.

“What do you mean by real or fake? I told you that I’m not Yang Jian, but you didn’t believe me.”

Yang San said disdainfully.

“In that case, as long as you let me go, I will wholeheartedly help you to kill Yang Jian. I am a boy under the seat of Goddess Nuwa. I have many magical powers of Goddess Nuwa and can lend you a helping hand.”

Yang San shook his head and said, “It’s just that someone asked me to take your life, and that person is more valuable than you!”

After saying this, he suddenly urged his magic power, and the sword light cut off his head without any hindrance. The sword energy entered his body and crushed his soul.

He fiddled with the head of Caiyun Patriarch, looking excited, and said to himself: “That person cares about you so much, let me see how many treasures your head can bring.”

He plucked out a strand of his hair, blew out a breath of essence, and it transformed into a human being.

Cut off a finger from the corpse of Ancestor Caiyun and let him wear it.

He ordered, “Go up there and tell that guy that I got what she wanted. Ask her what she wants in exchange.”

After he finished, he looked at Mingyue Tongzi beside him and grinned: “Did I accidentally kill your master’s friend again? What is my crime?”

The boy Mingyue turned pale and retreated cautiously: “I am blind and have disturbed the Immortal. Please spare my life.”

As he was speaking, he suddenly felt his vision go blank and Yang San’s figure disappeared.

Then he felt his back stiffen. He turned around and saw Yang San behind him in an instant, looking at him with a gentle smile on his face.

Mingyue Tongzi did not think that Yang San’s smile was gentle, he just felt that this guy was as moody as a devil.

He was just treating the distinguished guest as a brother, but then he turned around and chopped off the distinguished guest’s head. No matter how you look at it, he has nothing to do with gentleness.

(End of this chapter)