On the entire journey, Zhuang Huanyu had always been in his carriage, rarely showing his face. Perhaps he was intentionally avoiding Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng did not care about this person. He did not even know that he had also left the Mausoleum of Books, arrived at Hanqiu City, and entered the Garden of Zhou. But he knew very well why Zhuang Huanyu had appeared, and why he was looking at him.
He was the Principal of the Orthodox Academy. Whether it was the attitude of the Li Palace or the instructions of the archbishop before entering the garden, the cultivators of the northern sects should have regarded him as their leader. Of course, he had to be fair in handling matters. The problem was, at this moment, how could he handle matters that could be considered fair?
He took a step forward, but was blocked by Zhexiu.
Zhuang Huanyu's eyes revealed a mocking expression.
Zhexiu's face remained expressionless as he slowly said, "You don't need to care about this matter."
It was not that Chen Changsheng could not care, but that someone else would.
The austere sword intent that had come from the distant forest did not belong to Zhuang Huanyu, but someone else.
That master and disciple from the Clear Void Monastery were very clear on this point, so they were in a hurry to leave.
At this moment, the austere sword intent arrived on the riverbank, directly breaking through the forest on the shore, and tyrannically chopped at the master of the Clear Void Monastery.
The master's expression suddenly changed. With a fierce yell, he held his sword horizontally in front of his chest.
Only an extremely clear sound of impact could be heard.
Waves of Qi violently surged from the riverbank, and the water splashed chaotically, revealing the pebbles at the bottom of the river.
Only now did the crowd clearly see the sword that had flown out of the forest.
Just as the sword was about to be blocked by the master of the Clear Void Monastery, it suddenly gave off a brilliant light, and its power suddenly rose, as if it wanted to cut the entire river in half!
With a huge boom, all the water flowing in the river was jolted into the air. Countless pebbles rolled chaotically, and dust rose from the riverbank!
The master of the Clear Void Monastery gave a muffled groan, as if his chest had been struck by a heavy blow. His knees bent slightly, and like a paper kite with its string cut, he flew towards the other side of the river, his feet leaving two clear marks on the ground.
Only after he had retreated more than ten zhang did he stop. His face was extremely pale, and a clear sword wound had appeared on his chest. Blood continuously flowed from the corner of his lips.
The river water that had risen into the sky fell back down at this moment, splashing loudly. The temple head of the Clear Void Temple was completely drenched, looking very miserable.
The young Daoist hurriedly ran across the river.
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"What a domineering Mountain Spirit Splitting Cliff."
Chen Chang Sheng looked at this scene and thought to himself. Back then, at the Ivy Festival, Qi Jian had used this Mountain Li sword technique against Tang Thirty Six, but at that time, Qi Jian hadn't reached Ethereal Opening yet. Compared to the Mountain Demon Splitting Cliff that Tang Thirty Six used, it was a completely different concept.
He and Zhexiu turned to look into the forest and saw Liang Xiaoxiao and Qi Jian walking out.
"Where do you want to go?"
The river began to flow again, but the sound of the water could not cover Liang Xiaoxiao's cold voice.
On the other side of the river, the master and disciple of the Clear Void Temple supported each other and prepared to leave. They were both at the middle level of Ethereal Opening, but the sword arts of Mount Li were much stronger than the sword arts of the Clear Void Monastery. How could a nameless abbot of the Clear Void Monastery be mentioned in the same breath as the Divine State's Seven Laws? There was no other way but to admit defeat.
Hearing this, the master of the Clear Void Monastery turned around and looked over. His pale face revealed anger and he said, "What do you want?"
Liang Xiaoxiao expressionlessly said, "Leave the item behind."
The master of the Clear Void Monastery clenched his teeth and threw over the damaged magical artifact in his hand.
Liang Xiaoxiao still had no intention of letting them leave. He continued, "Then come and apologize."
The master of the Clear Void Monastery yelled, "Don't go too far! Don't rely on the strength of Mount Li to be so excessive. "
As he said this, he looked at Chen Chang Sheng. The rules of the Garden of Zhou were like this. The two Senior and Junior Sisters of Holy Maiden Peak could not defeat him, so the magical artifact naturally belonged to him. He could not defeat Liang Xiaoxiao, so he naturally could not keep the magical artifact, so he asked himself if there was anything he needed to apologize to the southerners.
Liang Xiaoxiao seemed to not understand his meaning. He caught the magical artifact and without hesitation, handed it over to Senior Tong of Holy Maiden Peak.
The southern continent had the advantage of having the Longevity Sect and Holy Maiden Peak watching over and helping each other. It was only because of this that they were able to maintain their relative independence under the might of the Great Zhou and the Orthodoxy for so many years. The disciples of the two great sects would normally refer to each other as senior and junior, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were from the same sect.
Liang Xiaoxiao gripped his sword and continued to walk towards the other side of the river.
Chen Chang Sheng said, "His injuries are very heavy and he has no more strength to fight."
This sentence did not mean that it was enough, but it meant that it was enough, that it was enough.
Liang Xiaoxiao stopped and turned to look at Chen Chang Sheng, his eyes slightly cold. The Mount Li Sword Sect and the Orthodox Academy had countless entanglements that were difficult to resolve, and Liang Xiaoxiao was not like Gou Hanshi and the others who had shared the same roof with Chen Chang Sheng. In his eyes, Chen Chang Sheng was an extremely loathsome person.
Zhexiu still stood in front of Chen Chang Sheng, his face expressionless.
Although he was currently at the initial stage of Ethereal Opening, an entire level lower than Liang Xiaoxiao, there was no fear on his face, not even a hint of nervousness.
Just like what he had said to Chen Chang Sheng in the forest outside the Mausoleum of Books, if he could fight to the death in the Grand Examination, he would not even fear Gou Hanshi, let alone Liang Xiaoxiao, who was only ranked third among the Divine State's Seven Laws.
This was the confidence that had been cultivated from seeing life and death and killing countless demons.
Qi Jian looked at Zhexiu, creased his brow, and walked to Liang Xiaoxiao's side.
Liang Xiaoxiao looked at Chen Chang Sheng and said mockingly, "You didn't say anything before, and now you're pretending to be fair?"
Chen Chang Sheng thought about it, but did not explain what he had been preparing to do.
Senior Tong from Holy Maiden Peak did not want the two sides to clash because of her, so she gently tried to mediate.
Liang Xiaoxiao said nothing, but the mockery on his face grew stronger and stronger.
"Ever since the Mausoleum of Books, you've always seemed to be hostile to me."
Chen Chang Sheng looked at him and seriously asked, "I don't understand why."
Liang Xiaoxiao seemed to have heard an extremely stupid question, "I'm a disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect. Isn't it normal for me to be hostile to you?"
Chen Chang Sheng thought about it, then pointed at Zhuang Huanyu under the tree and said, "Then he's a student of the Heavenly Dao Academy, so why is he always hostile to me?"
Liang Xiaoxiao said, "Perhaps you should consider, when the entire world is hostile to you, is it because you've done something wrong?"
Chen Chang Sheng was silent for a while, then said, "I've seriously considered this question, and realized that it's also possible that this world is wrong."
Qi Jian lightly pulled on Liang Xiaoxiao's sleeve.
Liang Xiaoxiao's expression was indifferent, and he said no more.
Chen Chang Sheng shook his head, waded across the river, and arrived at the side of the master and disciple from the Clear Void Monastery.
Seeing the terrifying sword wound on the Clear Void Monastery master's chest, he said, "The injury is too severe, you have to leave."
The young daoist thought to himself that they had not even entered the Garden of Zhou for half a day, yet they had to leave without obtaining anything. His face immediately revealed an unwilling expression.
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Previously, your master also said that this is the rule of the Garden of Zhou."
The young daoist looked at him, and said indignantly, "You're an important figure of the Orthodoxy, why won't you help us?"
Chen Chang Sheng did not reply, and continued to take the pulse of the Clear Void Monastery master. He lowered his head and said, "We have to hurry."
The Clear Void Monastery master nodded his head weakly, his experience and knowledge were naturally different from his disciple's, he knew that although Chen Chang Sheng had not helped him before, if he had not been there, he would definitely have been injured even more severely by the two young experts from the Mount Li Sword Sect.
He took out the gray string from his waist, which he had obtained before entering the garden, and lit it with trembling hands.
A faint green smoke rose from the burning string, slowly floating above the river, and then gradually disappearing into the sky of the Garden of Zhou.
Chen Chang Sheng could faintly feel that this green smoke had merged into the sky, and the spatial barrier that separated the Garden of Zhou from the real world had begun to react.
Logically speaking, spatial techniques were the most wondrous of realms. A single burning gray string was definitely not enough to transport a person to the gate of the Garden of Zhou that was several dozen li away, so these gray strings should have used the laws of the world of the Garden of Zhou, or even be a product of the Garden of Zhou from many years ago.
The river slowly flowed, and the wet shore once again became dry.
Although the young daoist was still unwilling, he had no other choice. He knew that after his master left, he would definitely have to leave the Garden of Zhou, or else with his cultivation and sword arts, he would not be able to contend against the experts in the garden.
Time slowly passed, and the gray string in the Clear Void Monastery master's hand gradually burned out.
The river continued to flow, and the water grass continued to float.
Nothing happened.
The Clear Void Monastery master was still lying on the riverbank.
Chen Chang Sheng was somewhat surprised, and asked in confusion, "Could it be that the gray string lost its effect?"
Zhexiu slightly raised his eyebrows, and looked at the young daoist.
The young daoist stared blankly, and then reacted. He took out his gray string from his waist, and lit it. Because of his nervousness, his hands were somewhat trembling.
After a while, the young daoist's gray string also finished burning, but still nothing happened.
He held the remaining string in his hand, and his face became somewhat pale.
The Clear Void Monastery master's face became even paler.
Liang Xiaoxiao's Mountain Spirit Splits the Rocks was too tyrannical. With just two moves, a terrifying sword wound had appeared on his chest, and blood was still constantly flowing out. If he could not return to the garden gate in time and ask the priests of the Orthodoxy to treat him, his life might really be in danger.
"Just what is going on here?"
The young daoist asked in panic, and subconsciously looked around.
The forest by the river was quiet, but at this moment, it suddenly seemed somewhat sinister.
What had happened here had finally alarmed the people on the other side of the river.
Qi Jian, Liang Xiaoxiao, and the pair from Holy Maiden Peak walked over. Even Zhuang Huanyu walked over.
"There won't be any problems, right? My master … what about my master? He's still bleeding, he won't die, right? "
The young daoist looked at Chen Chang Sheng, his face full of unease and expectation.
Liang Xiaoxiao looked at the sword wound on the Clear Void Monastery master's chest, and slightly frowned.
The Ethereal Opening cultivators that entered the Garden of Zhou were the hope of humanity against the demons. How could the Saints just watch them die so casually? The reason why the rules for entering the Garden of Zhou seemed so cruel and cold-blooded was precisely because no matter how bitter the battle was, or how sinister the human heart was, at the final juncture, the gray string could always be used to directly leave the Garden of Zhou.
But now, the gray string had lost its effect.
Chen Chang Sheng took out his box of needles, and first helped the Clear Void Monastery master stop the bleeding. Then he stood up, and looked down the river into the distance.
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(This chapter today, three chapters tomorrow.)
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