The gauze curtain could block the prying eyes of others, but it could not block the already connected minds between the two.
Xu Yourong looked at him and knew what he was thinking. After thinking for a moment, she lightly shook her head.
The reason why Chen Chang Sheng felt that it was somewhat familiar was not only because the small black stone on the red plate was very similar in shape to the small black stone that he had, but also because the Qi rippling from the small black stone was very similar to the small black stone that he had found in the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. In other words, the small black stone that the Pavilion of Divination had taken out might be related to Wang Zhi Ce.
The little black stone that Wang Zhice had left behind in the Lingyan Pavilion was a Heavenly Tome Monolith, so could this little black stone be another Heavenly Tome Monolith? After going to the Mausoleum of Books and the Mausoleum of Zhou, and conversing with Divine General Han Qing, he and Xu Yourong were the clearest about the whereabouts of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths that had been lost to the world, so they could not help but have some suspicions.
In the past, the Boiling Stone Assemblies had all taken out ordinary Heavenstones, so those elders and important figures of the various sects who had participated in the Boiling Stone Assemblies were also rather astonished. But those cultivators who were participating in the Boiling Stone Summit for the first time did not understand the difference. When they noticed Chen Chang Sheng looking towards the heavy curtains, they couldn't help but become very excited, thinking to themselves, Little Principal Chen really does have deep feelings for his former fiancée.
Most of the xiuxingists from the south were sitting in the same direction as Holy Maiden Peak. At this moment, they noticed Chen Chang Sheng's gaze. Many of their faces revealed expressions of mockery or sympathy. Some disciples of Holy Maiden Peak thought about the incident of the annulment of the engagement in the capital and couldn't help but mock Chen Chang Sheng. They mocked Chen Chang Sheng for being so clingy and boring. Some people even pointed out that Chen Chang Sheng needed to look at himself in the mirror. Some things can't be done just because you don't want them.
None of the southern cultivators directly mentioned Chen Changsheng's name, but everyone knew that these words were referring to him.
This world-famous engagement had experienced far too many twists and turns, stirring up far too many storms. It was only last winter when the Pope forcefully annulled the engagement that it finally came to an end.
In this story, in the beginning, Chen Chang Sheng was naturally the one who was insulted and hurt, but in the end, it was Xu You Rong who had to bear all the humiliation.
In their minds, the person who hated Chen Chang Sheng the most in the world was obviously Xu You Rong.
She was the Holy Maiden of the south, the Heavenly Phoenix True Maiden that was adored and loved by countless people. She did not like Chen Changsheng, so there were naturally many people who did not like Chen Changsheng, especially the cultivators of the south. It was only natural that they would not treat Chen Changsheng well. Even if he was the future Pope, they still had to vent the Holy Maiden's anger.
The pavilions and terraces were all within the cool breeze, quiet and beautiful. Those mocking words towards Chen Chang Sheng were like willow catkins that were being blown away by the wind, constantly floating on the plaza and falling into everyone's ears.
The Orthodoxy priests had rather unsightly complexions, Mao Qiuyu was calm and silent, and Linghai Zhiwang's thick brows were slightly raised in interest.
Chen Chang Sheng retracted his gaze from the Holy Maiden Peak and touched his knees uncomfortably.
Zhexiu did not care about these matters, but Tang Thirty-Six knew the inside story, so he gave a brilliant smile.
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From time to time, the brilliant sword light lit up on the stone floor between the pavilions, like the lightning that was commonly seen in summer, and also like the soul-stirring strokes on the murals.
Other than the Great Zhou Army represented by Star Seizer Academy, the vast majority of the world's cultivators were still most accustomed to using the sword. Today's Boiling Stone Summit had seemingly never ceased with the sword glows.
The cultivators that had the right to participate in the Boiling Stone Summit were all extremely talented geniuses, or at the very least, outstanding in potential and powerful in cultivation. At the very least, they were an entire level stronger than they had been in the Grand Examination and the Garden of Zhou. Those that had the courage to walk onto the stone platform and challenge others, or perhaps those that had the right to be challenged, were at least at the middle level of Ethereal Opening.
The matches that had already concluded had been carried out extremely brilliantly. Both sides had used their supreme techniques, not holding back at all, and under the watchful eyes of the powerful figures of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets and the Orthodoxy, it was impossible for any overly serious accidental injuries to occur. However, it was inevitable that a few bloodstains would still be left on the stone platform.
Although Chen Changsheng was very interested in the black stone, he had no intention of entering the stage, so naturally no one came to challenge him.
With his current status, unless he wanted to, no one could force him to accept a challenge, just like last summer.
Xu Yourong's current status was even higher than his, so it was even less likely that she would participate in this matter.
Thus, they quietly sat by the Elder of Heavenly Secrets, watching the matches on the stone platform.
Somewhat strangely, as time passed, there was still no one who challenged the other two from the Orthodox Academy.
Zhexiu only watched for a while before closing his eyes to rest. He did not seem to have much interest in those brilliant matches.
Tang Thirty-Six, on the other hand, was rather bored. He incessantly ordered the maids of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets to change the tea in his cup and comment on the snacks on his plate.
Only when a certain person walked onto the platform did Zhexiu open his eyes. Tang Thirty-Six put down the teacup in his hand and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth, his expression turning serious.
The one who entered the platform was Liang Banhu.
His opponent was an expert from the Emotion-Severing Sect from Hanqiu City.
This expert from the Emotion-Severing Sect had previously used an extremely spectacular Myriad Willows Sword to easily defeat a female disciple of Gentle Stream Temple. He was around thirty years old, and his cultivation had already reached the upper level of Ethereal Opening. If it was in the past, he would definitely be worthy of the praise of a genius. It was just that in recent years, there had been too many cultivators who were younger than him, had even more outstanding talent, and had stronger cultivation …
Liang Banhu was a disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect, ranked fifth among the Divine State's Seven Laws, so he was naturally the representative of these youths.
Perhaps it was because he had just defeated a southern cultivator and his confidence was at its peak, or perhaps it was because the Divine State's Seven Laws had stolen too much of his glory in these last two years and his dissatisfaction had accumulated too much. Of course, it could also be because of the resentment he felt from Su Li's letter destroying the Myriad Willows Garden. This expert from the Emotion-Severing Sect had unhesitatingly issued a challenge to the Mount Li Sword Sect.
His challenge of Liang Banhu seemed to be a very casual choice, but many people were well aware that this was a choice that had been made after deep and careful consideration, and it even seemed somewhat sinister.
Liang Banhu was Liang Xiaoxiao's blood brother — and now, the entire continent knew that Liang Xiaoxiao had once colluded with the demons, vainly attempting to murder his fellow disciples as well as Chen Changsheng and the others in the Garden of Zhou. After his plan failed, he had ruthlessly committed suicide, intending to frame Chen Changsheng.
This Emotion-Severing Sect expert had naturally chosen Liang Banhu as his opponent to make a fuss in this aspect. As expected, Liang Banhu had just walked onto the stage when this person spoke in a cold voice, "You might be Liang Xiaoxiao's blood related brother, but I won't put his crimes on your head. However, I won't allow you to have the chance to obtain this celestial stone."
Hearing these words, the stage became extremely quiet.
Everyone knew that this Emotion-Severing Sect expert was only intentionally finding a reason. In reality, he wanted to shake Liang Banhu's will to fight.
However, neither the Mount Li Sword Sect nor the Holy Maiden Peak lineage, which shared the same voice and spirit, could give much of a response to these words.
Liang Xiaoxiao and Liang Banhu were both descendants of the Liang Household, and the role that the Liang Household played in this period of history was far too complicated. If Liang Banhu was like Liang Xiaoxiao, unable to forget his origins in the household and unable to maintain his identity as a disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect, then him obtaining the Heavenstone was something that many factions did not wish to see.
Guan Feibai's face was covered in a layer of frost, his gaze brimming with killing intent as he stared at the Emotion-Severing Sect expert, but in the end, he did not move.
Gou Hanshi's expression did not change as he calmly gazed at Liang Banhu's figure. He had great confidence in his junior brother.
In the silence, before the battle had even begun, a voice first rang out.
The speaker was Tang Thirty-Six.
He looked at the Emotion-Severing Sect expert and said, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why speak so much nonsense?"
The mood on the stage changed, and the expression of the Emotion-Severing Sect expert subtly changed.
To everyone's surprise, this was not the end. Soon after, everyone heard Tang Thirty-Six's next words.
"… Just like that old ancestor of yours. In the end, wasn't he still beaten into an idiot?"
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… …
The Sect Master of the Emotion-Severing Sect, the master of Hanqiu City, and the soul of the Tianliang Zhu clan were all one person, the old ancestor of many people, including the Emotion-Severing Sect expert.
This old ancestor was one of the Storms of the Eight Directions, the Solitary Drunk Under the Moon, Zhu Luo.
Tang Thirty-Six's words were very impudent, very offensive, very unyielding, but if one carefully thought about them, they were not wrong.
Whether it was in the rain in Xunyang City or the spring breeze in the Myriad Willows Garden, Zhu Luo had been defeated miserably. He had been chopped into an idiot by Su Li's letter.
His words had greatly boosted the Mount Li Sword Sect's prestige.
Guan Feibai gazed in the direction of the Orthodox Academy, thinking to himself, why has this fellow's personality changed today? If we meet in a little while, then … I'll make him cough up less blood.
The expression of the Emotion-Severing Sect expert suddenly changed. He looked at Tang Thirty-Six and coldly said, "In a little while, I will definitely challenge you."
Tang Thirty-Six shook his head and said, "You won't have the chance."
The scene was in an uproar, everyone was thinking, why would he have such confidence in Liang Ban Hu, but no one noticed that he had moved closer to Chen Chang Sheng's side, using a voice that only the two of them could hear, he asked in a low voice: "From your perspective, between Liang Ban Hu and this idiot, who is stronger?"
Chen Changsheng asked, "Why do you seem so worried right now?"
Tang Thirty-Six said, "I feel … that, in order to vent your anger, I've cursed Zhu Luo to this extent. In a little while, that guy will definitely fight me to the death, so it's best not to touch him."
Chen Changsheng looked at Liang Banhu's figure and said, "There's no need to worry. You're right, that person won't have the chance."
He and Gou Hanshi were both well-versed in the Daoist Canon, rarely seen in the world. Amongst their peers, their eyesight was naturally extremely good.
Gou Hanshi had never been worried about Liang Banhu.
Chen Changsheng also thought this way.
Liang Banhu and Liang Xiaoxiao were different.
Liang Xiaoxiao was a pine tree in a dark stream.
Liang Banhu was a blade of grass on a sunny slope.
Liang Banhu had a very wooden personality. He didn't say much, and even the expression on his face rarely changed.
Of the Divine State's Seven Laws, he had always been the least famous.
But this did not mean that he was the weakest.
Moreover, there were no weaklings among the Divine State's Seven Laws.
Liang Banhu unsheathed the sword at his waist and looked at the Emotion-Severing Sect expert. He said one word, "Please."
The Emotion-Severing Sect expert slightly raised his eyebrows, preparing to say something more.
However, Liang Banhu did not give him another chance to speak.
A plume of dust abruptly appeared on the tranquil stone plateau. Like a dragon of dust, it charged forward with incredible speed.
A simple and vigorous Qi, like that of yellow earth, appeared in the perception of the crowd.
The nearby lake seemed to sense some sort of pressure and began to ripple slightly.
No one blinked, no one had the time to blink. The plume of dust surged and the yellow dragon arrived. Liang Banhu arrived in front of the Emotion-Severing Sect expert.
The Emotion-Severing Sect expert's pupils constricted. He felt an extremely intense sense of danger.
He had not thought that Liang Banhu's sword style would be so different from his personality. It was actually so violent and unyielding.
How could it break such a violent sword intent? There was only an even more violent sword intent.
With a howl, the Emotion-Severing Sect expert's sword pierced through the air, howling forward. Without the slightest intention of retreating, it directly stabbed towards Liang Banhu!
Liang Banhu's expression did not change, as if he was still that farmer plowing the fields. He wielded his sword like it was a hoe, swinging it straight down.
This attack seemed to be a very ordinary sword technique, and in reality, it was also a very ordinary sword technique.
This attack was not fast, not even one-fifth the speed of the Heavenly Dao Academy's Sword of Hithering Light.
This attack was not vicious, not even the slightest bit of Qi from the Orthodox Academy's Toppling Mountain Staff.
This attack was not beautiful, not even having the right to be compared to the legendary 'Departing Spring' of South Stream Temple.
Compared to the countless exquisite sword styles of the Mount Li Sword Sect, Liang Banhu's attack had absolutely nothing worth mentioning.
But this attack was very steady. Whether it was the hand gripping the sword or the sword technique itself, they were all very steady. It was like an unmoving cliff, like a mountain path.
The reason this attack could be so steady was because this sword style was the foundation, the foundation of the countless sword styles of the Mount Li Sword Sect.
"Mountain Gate Sword."
Zhexiu gazed at the sword glows that were not particularly dazzling, but a light flashed through his eyes, which then began to blaze.
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