After entering the mountain manor, the bellboy led Xiao Chen to Situ Leihong, who had a calm expression as he hugged the Lunar Shadow Saber and drank tea.
"Haha! Little Friend Xiao Chen is here. What's wrong? You feel that you cannot defeat Wen Ziran, so you want to take the saber back in advance? I'll have to disappoint you. Without the ten-thousand-year-old Flame Crystal, I will not give you this saber. "
Situ Leihong smiled, but his tone did not change at all.
Before Situ Leihong finished speaking, the Lunar Shadow Saber in his embrace started trembling intensely. The force far surpassed Situ Leihong's expectations. "Whoosh!" The saber shot out.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and caught the flying Lunar Shadow Saber. Then, he closed his eyes and felt it. He saw a familiar figure within the Lunar Shadow Saber. This person's eyes were tightly shut as she floated on the lake.
At first, Xiao Chen rejoiced. However, he called out in his heart. However, Ao Jiao did not open her eyes. He could not help but ask anxiously, "Senior, what's going on?"
Situ Leihong grabbed with a flip of his hand, and a strong suction pulled the Lunar Shadow Saber back into his grasp. Only then did he reveal a satisfied expression.
"Bang!"
However, in less than a second, the Lunar Shadow Saber struggled free again and flew towards Xiao Chen.
"Damn!" Situ Leihong cursed without the air of a grandmaster. "Is this fellow that good? This old man went through a lot of trouble to save you. "
After cursing, Situ Leihong saw the worried expression on Xiao Chen's face. He smiled and said, "Brat, don't be unaware of your blessings. This is her fortuitous encounter. When she wakes up, this saber of yours will have a chance of ranking high on the Divine Weapon Ranking."
When Xiao Chen heard that, he immediately revealed an irrepressible expression of joy. He did not care whether he could rank high on the Divine Weapon Ranking or not. As long as Ao Jiao really came back to life, everything would be fine.
"Senior Situ, I will never forget this great kindness!"
Xiao Chen knelt on one knee and performed a cupped-fist salute to Situ Leihong.
A man would not kneel even if he had money.
He would kneel to the heavens, the earth, and his parents. Other than that, even if you beat him to death, Xiao Chen would never kneel to a third person.
However, no matter what, Situ Leihong could accept Xiao Chen's kneel, could accept Xiao Chen's bow for Ao Jiao.
Situ Leihong's smiling face was embarrassed by Xiao Chen's kneeling. With a wave of his hand, he helped Xiao Chen up.
He said helplessly, "You brat, you're really …"
Unable to continue, Situ Cai sighed and said, "I have seen countless people in my life. You are the only one who dares to be so stubborn over a saber. Take the saber. You can use it without worry now. With the help of this saber, your chances of victory in the fight with Wen Ziran will increase by twenty percent. "
Xiao Chen thought of something and handed the wooden box containing the ten-thousand-year-old Flame Crystal to Situ.
When Situ Leihong opened the wooden box and took a look, his expression changed slightly. He smiled and said, "This Wu Xiaotian's disciple is an interesting person. This battle is going to be interesting. Let's go, let's go. There's no need to be pretentious."
Suddenly, Situ Leihong glanced around and saw Xiao Chen preparing to draw his saber in the hall. Startled, he put down the ten-thousand-year-old Flame Crystal and shouted, "Don't move —"
"Boom!"
Before Situ Leihong finished speaking, he saw a flash of light. The saber light shattered the entire hall in one breath of time.
A strand of saber light soared into the clouds within the mountain manor, tearing through fifty kilometers of clouds and piercing into the sky.
The long line of swordsmen at Sword Forging Peak looked up in shock, not understanding what was going on.
The swords in the hands of several swordsmen rang out as they broke. The entire Sword Forging Peak turned chaotic.
Outside the famous Heavenly Saber City of the Profound Domain, there was a lake called Nine Dragons Lake.
The lake water was clear and boundlessly vast. When one looked into the distance, they could not see the end of the fog.
There were nine mountain peaks around the lake. They were very tall and looked like huge dragons soaring into the clouds.
The mountain peaks looked like dragons. However, the dragons that each mountain peak looked like were different. They all had very distinct characteristics.
According to rumor, these nine mountain peaks were formed by the Divine Dragons of the Immortal Epoch. In the distant past, someone once heard the mountains roar like a dragon roar, stirring and mournful.
This made the legend of the mountain peaks being formed by the Divine Dragons seem somewhat ethereal.
The mountain peaks were very tough, able to withstand a strike from the Blue Robed Emperor without collapsing. Each mountain peak suppressed a Peak Spirit Vein.
Back then, when the sword and saber clashed, before the Saber Sovereign Wu Xiaotian and the Sword Sovereign Liu Xiaoyun advanced to Martial Emperor, they fought nine times on this Nine Dragons Lake. They had fought nine times on the Nine Dragons Lake, and all nine times they had ended in a draw. They had become lifelong rivals.
The last time the two fought on Nine Dragons Lake, they had advanced to the Blue Robed Emperor at that time. They each represented the peak rising talents of the sword and saber factions of the Profound Domain.
That battle was very soul-stirring and exciting. Even after thousands of years, it was still a well-known story, praised by everyone.
The result of the battle was still a draw, but at the end of the battle. However, at the end of the battle, the two used their comprehensions to break through the bottleneck of Emperor Wu at the same time, both becoming Emperors.
In the sky, there were two descending Roads of Emperor, and two people were running together. At the same time, they stepped onto the peak and pushed open their respective doors to Emperor Wu, stepping onto the Great Dao.
It was also that battle that caused the originally unknown Nine Dragon Lake to become the famous holy land of duels in the Xuan Region.
The standards were extremely high. Later, because of the frequent duels, Heavenly Saber City set a rule that only Blue Robed Emperor level existences could duel here.
Perhaps there really was a mysterious Spiritual Energy in this place. Many years later, a few more people advanced to Martial Emperor after dueling here, making Nine Dragons Lake even more famous.
However, the grand feat of the Sword Sovereign Liu Xiaoyun and the Saber Sovereign Wu Xiaotian advancing to Martial Emperor together never happened again.
Today, another duel would take place at Nine Dragons Lake, opening the door for two bladesmen of the younger generation.
Neither side of the duel was as strong as the Blue Robed Emperor. However, they still allowed the duel to take place at Nine Dragons Lake.
The reason was none other than the two people's names. One was the White Robed Xiao Chen, and the other was the Saber Sovereign's disciple, Wen Ziran.
At this moment, countless large ships and flying Spirit Beasts floated above the white clouds outside the mountain peak. Even more cultivators stood there.
All of them looked into the distance, towards the center of Nine Dragons Lake.
A blue-clad cultivator sat cross-legged in the center of the lake. This youth had delicate features and looked spotless. He exuded an ethereal air from head to toe.
A long saber floated quietly on the water's surface beside the youth's left hand.
Simple and unadorned patterns were carved on the saber's scabbard. The complicated patterns gave off an ancient aura. An ancient word was carved on both sides of the saber's hilt: Luo River.
Around the blue-clad youth were a few water-people the size of a cultivator. They were currently fighting each other, practicing some kind of profound Saber Technique.
While the blue-clad youth looked like he was resting, in reality, he did not relax at all. He made full use of every spare moment to cultivate.
Several people on the ship above the clouds would occasionally turn their heads to look into the distance. Their expressions of anticipation contained some excitement and nervousness.
However, every time they turned their heads back, they were disappointed. As time passed, they could not help feeling somewhat anxious.
"Strange, Wen Ziran arrived early in the morning. Why is there no sign of Xiao Chen yet?"
"It is almost noon already. This is too worrying."
Naturally, the cultivators who rushed over after hearing the news were here to watch the duel between Xiao Chen and Wen Ziran. However, no one showed up after so long. It was hard to avoid feeling anxious.
"Could it be that the recent rumors are right? The saber in Xiao Chen's hand is just a decoration, completely crippled?"
"The rumors have been spreading rather ferociously recently. I heard that Xiao Chen was severely injured in the Nine Layers of Purgatory and has been suppressing his injuries, unable to fight for long."
"I even heard that after Xiao Chen defeated Ouyang Long in three moves on Sword Forging Peak, he immediately vomited three liters of blood."
"I don't know who started the bet recently, but the payout for Xiao Chen is already 1: 3. In the end, all the bets are on Wen Ziran."
"Haha! It looks like something is indeed wrong. Fortunately, I resisted the temptation and bet all five hundred thousand Black Astral Coins on Wen Ziran."
"Hahaha! Me too. I bet half of my one million Black Astral Coins on Wen Ziran."
"No matter what, Wen Ziran's strength has always been stable. His performance in this Saber School Ranking competition spoke for itself. His chances of victory are at least fifty percent. As for Xiao Chen, it is hard to say."
When bets were placed for duels, especially for famous ones, there would normally be people opening bets. This was not a rare thing in the Kunlun Realm.
At this moment, the sun was high in the sky. Noon was about to pass, but there was still no sign of Xiao Chen. Everyone could not help feeling suspicious.
--- Above the white clouds, on the deck of the Profound Domain's Ying Clan's warship, Kim Tae-ho continuously calculated the bets he had received since the bets opened.
Lord Jiu stood at the side, clearly excited. The amount of bets was unexpectedly large. If the results were as Fatso said, they would have made a huge profit this time.
However, if they lost, not only would they have to pay back all the Astral Coins they obtained from selling the illegal goods, but they would also have to work for the Ying Clan for the rest of their lives to repay the debt.
The two of them were not famous. Naturally, they had to find someone to vouch for them. Kim Tae-ho had a glib tongue, getting Ying Qiong to vouch for them. Hence, the bets opened smoothly.
Lord Jiu said nervously, "Why does this Lord Jiu feel a little nervous? Fatso, aren't you going overboard with this rumor? What if Xiao Chen really loses?"
Kim Tae-ho shouted, "How can that be? Three days ago, a strand of saber Qi destroyed most of the manor on Sword Forging Peak. Others might not know, but this Fat Lord is absolutely certain that the Lunar Shadow Saber has completely recovered. "
However, Ying Qiong, who was at the side, smiled softly and said, "That is hard to say. Even if the Lunar Shadow Saber is unsheathed and Xiao Chen's strength increases significantly, Wen Ziran's River Water Saber is not something to be trifled with.
"The Saber Sovereign Wu Xiaotian put in a lot of effort to enter the Divine Weapon Ranking in the future for the sake of this River Water Saber."
Kim Tae-ho said embarrassedly, "Little Sister, don't scare this Fat Lord. If this Fat Lord loses, the one who will suffer the greatest loss will be you."
A crafty look flashed in Ying Qiong's eyes as she sized up Kim Tae-ho. Then, she nodded and smiled. "Don't worry. This lady naturally has a way to recoup my losses from you. You better pray to God and Buddha to protect yourself."
"What are you trying to do? This Fat Lord is not selling his body," Kim Tae-ho said as he quickly took a few steps back, feeling flustered from Ying Qiong's gaze.
Ying Qiong could not help laughing. She burst out in laughter and said, "Dream on. With all that fat on your body, how much is one kilogram?!"
"Ka!
Ka! Ka! "The water figures materializing mysterious Martial Techniques around the blue-robed bladesman Wen Ziran suddenly shattered, turning into droplets of rain falling from the sky.
Such a change instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Wen Ziran opened his eyes and grasped the River Water Saber beside him. Then, he slowly stood up and stared at the empty water in front.
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