Zhu Xian: The way of heaven collapses, and I only have one sword!

Chapter 62: Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea, good and evil gather together!

The distance from Xiaochi Town to Liubo Mountain was not short. Along the way, Chen Qiye, apart from resting, spent the rest of his time flying with the Qiushui Wuhen Sword. In just one day, he had already arrived at the coast of the East China Sea.

Without stopping for too long, Chen Qiye headed straight out to sea. At first, he could still see some small islands, but as he flew further and further over the sea, he could only see the blue sea and blue sky, and there were fewer and fewer islands for him to settle on.

Amidst the vast expanse of blue sea and sky, Chen Qiye's figure seemed increasingly insignificant. The sea breeze whistled, making his clothes rustle. As he controlled the Autumn Water Sword, it steadily advanced towards the deep sea.

Another half day passed, and the once clear sky suddenly darkened. Thick, dark clouds rolled in and gathered, completely blocking out the sunlight. Chen Qiye frowned slightly, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he increased his flight speed.

Not long after, Chen Qiye finally saw a large island. When he sensed a familiar aura, he was sure he had arrived at Liubo Mountain.

Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea occupies a vast area and boasts a steep terrain. In terms of size, it is the largest of the islands in the East China Sea. However, due to its remoteness and sparsely populated location, it is less well-known than Penglai Mountain and Yama Island.

However, in the past few days, the sparsely populated Liubo Mountain has become bustling with activity. For several days, demons and monsters have been searching the mountain for something. Although Liubo Mountain is vast, the cultivators' swordsmanship is extremely swift, and unexpected encounters are common. Furthermore, since both sides are already antagonistic, magical weapons are often hurled at each other before they even meet. As the conflict deepens, the implications spread, and with fellow Taoists rushing to assist, the battles have escalated from one-on-one to a massed brawl, razing the peaks of Liubo Mountain to the ground.

After a period of exploration, Chen Qiye finally arrived at the Qingyun Sect’s base in Liubo Mountain.

The demonic cult's rise was swift and powerful. Long-hidden veterans had resurfaced, while countless new faces emerged, often of high caliber. Seeing this, the righteous dared not neglect their position. After consulting with Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley, Daoxuan Zhenren, the head of Qingyun Sect, dispatched elite disciples from four of his seven sects—Longshou Peak, Chaoyang Peak, Dazhu Peak, and Xiaozhu Peak. Led by Taoist Cangsong, the chief monk of Longshou Peak, and Tian Buyi, the chief monk of Dazhu Peak—supplied them. Several elders accompanied them, along with dozens of Qingyun disciples, along with representatives from Tianyin Temple, Fenxiang Valley, and a few other independent righteous cultivators, to Liubo Mountain.

Seeing Chen Qiye coming, Tian Buyi and Master Cangsong hurried to greet him.

Tian Buyi's expression was full of concern, and the fat on his face trembled slightly with his smile: "Qi Ye, you're finally here. You've been traveling all the way here, thank you for your hard work!"

Cangsong Zhenren stroked his beard. After learning that Wan Jianyi was still alive, his grudge against Daoxuan Zhenren had completely disappeared. "Qiye, did everything go wrong along the way?"

"Everything went well and there is nothing wrong. Uncle Master, are they okay?" Chen Qiye bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Do you want to ask Zhang Xiaofan and the others, or do you want to ask your Senior Sister Lu?" Tian Buyi said with a smile.

Chen Qiye was slightly startled, a barely perceptible blush appeared on his cheeks, and he coughed lightly and said, "I want to ask everything."

"Haha, they are all fine. After they returned to Qingyun Sect, they came to Liubo Mountain with us again." Tian Buyi nodded and said.

Chen Qiye nodded and didn't ask any more questions. After all, they would meet again tomorrow.

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The next morning, the righteous and evil factions started fighting again, and in the blink of an eye, a hill was "destroyed".

"You baldy, if you have the guts, shut up and come over here to fight to the death. You've been whining all day long. I'm going to be cursed to death by you, but you're annoying me to death!"

"Amitabha, wild dog donor, you have committed serious sins. If you don't turn back, I'm afraid you will fall into the Avici Hell after you die!"

"Pah, pah, pah! You thief bald donkey, are you still a monk? How dare you curse me?"

"..."

Chen Qiye, who had arrived, heard a familiar voice from behind and immediately stepped forward. Sure enough, he saw the Wild Dog Taoist from the Ten Thousand Bats Cave on Kongsang Mountain. He was now standing in front of the Demon Cult camp, exchanging insults with the monks from Tianyin Temple. The old man, Lin Feng, Liu Hao, and the beautiful young woman were also standing among the Demon Cult members.

"Oh, how come you are still alive?" Chen Qiye walked slowly forward and looked at those people, and the Mountain and River Fan that he had snatched from Lin Feng that day appeared in his hand.

Seeing Chen Qiye appear, Wild Dog Taoist, Nian Lao Da, Lin Feng, Liu Hao, and the beautiful young woman were all furious. Especially Lin Feng and the beautiful young woman, after all, their Mountain River Fan and Immortal Binding Rope were taken away by Chen Qiye.

"Little thief!" Lin Feng's eyes were furious, and they seemed to be spewing fire. "Today I will make you return the Mountain and River Fan!" As he spoke, the demonic energy around him surged, and he attacked Chen Qiye first. With a pinch of the magic formula in his hand, several black demonic shadows pounced on Chen Qiye with bared fangs and claws.

"Who gave you the illusion that my strength in the cave was limited to that?" Chen Qiye snorted coldly, and Autumn Water Without Trace appeared in his hand, replacing the Mountain River Fan. "It won't kill, but it hurts. Sword Qi Rolls Dragon Wall!"

Chen Qiye let out a low shout, and the Qiu Shui Wuhen sword in his hand drew sharp arcs as he moved. A thick sword energy flew out of the sword, like a roaring dragon, carrying a rolling momentum and rushing towards the people of the Demon Sect opposite.

The terror in Lin Feng's eyes instantly replaced his previous anger. He had never imagined that Chen Qiye's strength was so terrifying. Facing this sword energy that seemed to be able to destroy the world, he wanted to dodge, but found that his body was as if fixed, unable to move, and he could only watch helplessly as the sword energy approached.

The Wild Dog Taoist turned pale with fear, and with a strange cry, he desperately channeled his magical energy, trying to erect a defensive barrier. However, in the face of the powerful sword energy, his efforts seemed insignificant. The old man, Liu Hao, and the beautiful young woman were also panicked, fleeing in all directions, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

Wherever the sword energy struck, a howling wind blew, sand and rocks flew everywhere. With a resounding "boom," the demonic cultists were instantly repelled by this powerful force. Like kites with their strings cut, they flew backward, crashing into the distant rocks and uttering screams.

Lin Feng spat out blood, and the magic weapon in his hand shattered under the impact of the sword energy. He collapsed to the ground with a weak breath, his eyes filled with fear and despair. The Wild Dog Taoist, with ragged clothes and messy hair, lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up, muttering to himself, "What kind of monster is this..."

The old man, Liu Hao and the beautiful young woman were not in a much better condition. They were all seriously injured and had lost the ability to fight again.

"I thought you were so strong." Chen Qiye put away the Autumn Water Without Trace and retreated to the back, ready to look for Lu Xueqi.

Witnessing Chen Qiye's astonishingly powerful attack, the righteous sect members were stunned by the scene before them. The people of Qingyun Sect were relatively calm, after all, they knew Chen Qiye's strength. On the other hand, the people of Fenxiang Valley and Tianyin Temple were filled with shock and disbelief.

"What is the origin of this boy? He actually has such terrifying strength." An elder of Fenxiang Valley whispered to himself, with surprise and a bit of fear in his eyes.

A senior monk from Tianyin Temple put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, such cultivation is truly a blessing of the righteous path." However, a hint of complexity flashed under the monk's lowered eyes.

Chen Qiye retreated back to the righteous camp, searching for Lu Xueqi's figure in the crowd. Soon he saw where the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak were gathered.

Master Shuiyue, the head monk of Xiaozhu Peak, had not arrived. Instead, the female disciples, led by their senior sister Wenmin, were at the beckoning of Taoist Cangsong and Tian Buyi. Lu Xueqi stood among them. The female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak were mostly beautiful, drawing countless glances. Aside from the impassive old monks of Tianyin Temple, the male disciples of Qingyun Sect and Fenxiang Valley all glanced inwards, intentionally or unintentionally.

When the female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak saw Chen Qiye coming, they all looked at Lu Xueqi. After all, the fact that the two of them had become a Taoist couple was already known to everyone.

Wen Min was the first to cover her mouth and chuckle, her eyes full of mischief, "Junior Sister Lu, look, your Qiye is here to see you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak immediately covered their mouths and laughed, staring at Lu Xueqi with sparkling eyes.

As Chen Qiye approached, Wen Min came over first, with a meaningful smile on her face. She said, "Junior Brother Chen, we've finally had you here. Xueqi hasn't said anything these days, but we can all see that she's always thinking about you."

When Lu Xueqi heard this, her pretty face flushed instantly. She glared at Wen Min and said angrily, "Senior Sister, you just like to make fun of me." Having said that, her gaze unconsciously looked at Chen Qiye, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

Chen Qiye nodded, looked at Lu Xueqi and said deliberately: "Then on the day when Qi'er and I get married, you must help us out a lot. Don't let those tedious formalities disturb Qi'er's interest."

Wen Min smiled even more heartily, nodding repeatedly, "Of course, I will definitely make your wedding a complete success, and ensure that Junior Sister Lu will marry you with honor."

The surrounding female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak laughed even more happily after hearing this, and started to make a noise: "Senior Brother Chen, we must not be left out of the wedding candy!"

Chen Qiye agreed with a smile, his eyes fixed on Lu Xueqi. Lu Xueqi lowered her head, a blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes.

"Qiye, you're talking nonsense again..."

Despite Lu Xueqi's outburst, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, her eyes filled with unconcealable sweetness. The surrounding clamor seemed to fade away, and at this moment, she only had eyes for Chen Qiye.

Meanwhile, the members of the Demon Cult finally recovered, not daring to linger any longer, and fled in all directions. Seeing the demons disperse, the righteous also largely dispersed. These days, they've been battling the demons like this frequently, fighting and dispersing, then fighting again.

(End of this chapter)