Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

As soon as Wen Yanzhao said this, everyone looked at him sideways, but only Baili Dongjun had a relaxed smile on his face.

After hearing this, Xiao Ruofeng was half-believing and half-doubting. He walked a few steps closer and asked:

"Are you Baili Dongjun's cousin, Wen Yanzhao who crossed the border to enter Fuyao?"

Wen Yanzhao nodded:

"You've heard my story, too?"

Seeing him like this, Xiao Ruofeng smiled and said:

"To be rescued by the Confucian Immortal, you must have a very interesting story!"

As soon as Xiao Ruofeng finished speaking, the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen gently put down his hands, and Wen Yanzhao, who was floating in the air to receive the internal energy, also landed quietly.

As soon as Wen Yanzhao landed on the ground, he felt his internal energy replenished. The internal injuries he had suffered before were almost completely healed with the help of the poison refined by Ju Ding Du Yin and the repair of Ru Xian medicinal wine!

Now that he has acquired the inner strength of a Confucian immortal, he seems to be completely renewed!

Wen Yanzhao closed his eyes and released some of his internal strength. Then the true energy in his body gushed out like a raging storm!

Among all the people present, only Wen Hujiu could instantly feel that Wen Yanzhao's cultivation had made a huge improvement.

However, he had just recovered from his internal injuries and didn't know to what level he had reached yet.

The Confucian Immortal Gu Chen withdrew his hands and stood under the Phoenix Paulownia tree, his figure standing alone.

He looked at Wen Yanzhao with some relief and said:

"You have inherited my remaining internal skills. Even if you can't reach the Half-Step Divine Wandering stage, you should be at the peak of the Great Free and Easy Realm by now."

"It's only a matter of a day or two away from reaching the state of half-step spiritual wandering. You still need to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yanzhao knelt down at the feet of the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen and said respectfully:

"Yan Zhao thanks you for saving my life. After you pass away, I will remember your instructions and protect Baili Dongjun!"

"In this life, I will never change my mind!"

Confucian Immortal Gu Chen nodded with satisfaction:

"Get up, my good boy. I am passing my legacy to you!"

"Every Qingming Festival in the future, remember to come to my grave with Dongjun and drink with me!"

Two lines of clear tears flowed down Wen Yanzhao's carved face. He said nothing and just bowed deeply to the Confucian immortal Gu Chen.

The Confucian Immortal Gu Chen raised his right hand slightly, released the little remaining internal energy, and Wen Yanzhao suddenly stood up.

Baili Dongjun saw that the Confucian Immortal seemed exhausted, so he took a flying step and instantly flashed to his master's side:

"Master, how are you? Master, please sit down and rest for a while..."

As he spoke, Baili Dongjun helped the Confucian Immortal sit under the huge ancient paulownia tree.

Gu Chen seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows became much deeper.

But he still smiled kindly, his loving eyes always fixed on Baili Dongjun in front of him.

Gu Chen said softly:

"Dong Jun, your Western Chu Sword Song is still incomplete. While I still have some strength left, I will teach you the remaining sword moves."

"This can be considered as a successor to this peerless sword move!"

Upon hearing this, Baili Dongjun turned to Wen Yanzhao. Wen Yanzhao naturally understood and exerted his internal force, and Bu Ranchen was instantly drawn out.

"Cousin, go on!"

Baili Dongjun took the Bu Ran Chen thrown by Wen Yanzhao, then held the sword and bowed deeply to the Confucian immortal Gu Chen.

The Confucian Immortal Gu Chen waved his right hand, and the petals on the ground in the peach forest instantly gathered together, holding his ancient bronze sword among them.

Then, he looked around and said to everyone present:

"You all are fortunate to have met me today, as I am able to witness the complete and extinct Sword Song of Western Chu."

"Dong Jun, the Dao Yu Tian move you learned is only one of the moves. The real powerful move of Xi Chu Jian Ge is Dao Chao Tian!"

"Watch out Dongjun. With your talent, you will definitely be able to learn this last sword move from your master!"

After the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen finished speaking, he swung the ancient bronze sword in his hand in the moonlight, and it danced gracefully like snow-white hair.

What surprised everyone present even more than this peerless sword move was that the Confucian Immortal's white hair gradually turned darker, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gradually disappeared...

And the moment he raised his sword to the sky, he looked just like the Confucian immortal who had stood proudly in the world with his outstanding demeanor!

The moonlight remains, and the sword spirit is rampant in the secret realm of Peach Forest.

"Dong Jun, take good care of this sword. This is the path of your teacher! You must also find a path of your own!"

The Confucian Immortal Gu Chen held his sword in the air, and the true energy behind him condensed into a huge nine-phoenix divine bird, which flapped its wings and raised its head, shining brightly.

Baili Dongjun stared closely at the Confucian immortal Gu Chen who was dancing with a sword in this world, and was shocked by the great principles contained in this sword move!

His heart was surging with emotions, but he still memorized every move and every form firmly in his mind.

As the bird from the Western Chu Kingdom disappeared behind the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen, the Dao Towards Heaven move also came to an end.

Baili Dongjun had a resolute expression on his face. Looking at his master, whose black hair had been reborn and whose spirit was extraordinary, he opened his mouth but tears welled up in his eyes.

The Confucian Immortal took a few steps out of the air, came in front of Baili Dongjun, and said calmly:

"Don't be sad, Dongjun. Master should have died in that battle. I was able to keep him alive with a cup of medicinal wine. I have been prepared for this day!"

Baili Dongjun nodded, tears splashing out.

Gu Chen looked around at everyone present, his voice ethereal:

"You have all seen the elegance of the Confucian Immortal. It is my honor to be seen off by the sons of famous families, the princes of marquisates, and even the prince of Tianqi before I die!"

"I hope that the passing of the Confucian Immortal can put an end to all the disasters!"

Xiao Ruofeng knew in his heart that what the Confucian Immortal had just said must be because he was worried that his appearance would bring disaster to the entire Zhenxi Marquis Mansion.

That's why the Confucian Immortal sacrificed his life to heal Wen Yanzhao's internal injuries, and finally used his remaining internal energy to perform peerless sword moves.

Everyone present was impressed by the Confucian Immortal's transcendence and otherworldliness. Baili Chengfeng's heart, which had been hanging in the air, also settled down after hearing what the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen had just said.

Wen Hujiu blinked his eyes, looked at Wen Yanzhao under the Phoenix Paulownia tree, and then looked at Baili Dongjun next to the Confucian immortal.

He sighed deeply and stood with his hands behind his back.

"My dear friend from the Wen family, please follow me!"

After the Confucian Immortal finished speaking to everyone, he waved to Wen Yanzhao who was standing under the tree.

Upon hearing the voice, Wen Yanzhao bowed and then walked up to the Confucian immortal.

"Senior, please speak!"

The Confucian Immortal Gu Chen's eyes moved and he said softly:

"You saved my only disciple Dongjun, and I passed on my skills to you. Although we are not master and disciple in name, we are already master and disciple in reality!"

"I once divined before you came. Now I have a few words to say, but I cannot tell anyone else."

After the Confucian Immortal finished speaking these words word by word, he turned around and said to the others:

"Please give us some time alone!"

Before he finished speaking, the Confucian Immortal waved his long sleeves, and peach blossoms fell like rain. The Confucian Immortals Gu Chen and Wen Yanzhao in front of Xiao Ruofeng and others disappeared in the rain of falling peach blossoms.

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"Can you now explain clearly what you just whispered to me?" The Confucian Immortal asked, staring into Wen Yanzhao's eyes.

"Please forgive me for being rude, Senior. I have been saved and helped you rebuild my cultivation. I cannot bear to see you die like this!"

"So, please do me a favor!"

Amidst the rain of flowers, Wen Yanzhao bowed deeply to the Confucian immortal Gu Chen.

After saluting, the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen did not say anything, but just nodded slightly.

Seeing that the Confucian Immortal agreed, Wen Yanzhao exerted his inner strength, took out the "Art of Avoiding Death and Prolonging Life" from the storage space, held it in his hand and said:

"I once had an opportunity to learn a technique from a hermit master. Please accept it!"

The Confucian Immortal glanced at the ancient linear book in Wen Yanzhao's hand, which was shining with light. There were four large seal characters on the cover of the book: "Avoid death and prolong life."

"It seems my divination has come true. Meeting you is a blessing in disguise. If that's the case, I'll just follow fate."

After the Confucian Immortal finished speaking, he reached out to take it. The moment his fingers touched it, the ancient book shattered into pieces in Wen Yanzhao's hands.

Then those broken bits of light gathered and swirled in the air, gradually melting into Gu Chen's brows.

After the secret of avoiding death and prolonging life was completely absorbed by the Confucian immortal, his hair gradually returned from its jet-black beauty at the beginning to its original snow-white color.

The wrinkles on the face and around the eyes also reappeared.

The Confucian immortal felt the changes taking place in his body. The centenarian, who should have been dying, had his body revitalized because of the ancient book he had just read.

He stretched his limbs, clasped his hands together, and after his internal energy circulated through his eight extraordinary meridians for a while, he smiled at Wen Yanzhao and said:

"Young friend from the Wen family, you are really interesting. This kind of skill might have been bestowed by an immortal!"

Wen Yanzhao sighed softly:

"There is no such thing as an immortal. Even a hermit like you can't ascend to heaven, let alone an immortal!"

"Senior, please accept Yan Zhao's second gift!"

After saying that, he took out the bottle of "Turtle Breath Powder" from the storage space and handed it to the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen who had regained his vitality.

Gu Chen frowned, took the medicine bottle and looked at it, then asked:

“Is this some kind of panacea?”

Wen Yanzhao shook his head: "This is poison. If you take it, you will be as good as dead within twelve hours."

After hearing this, the Confucian Immortal nodded:

"You are so young, but you are so calculating. I hope you can bring some hope to this world in the future!"

After saying that, he waved his right hand, and flower petals gathered in front of the two of them, and then a celadon long-necked wine bottle emerged.

The Confucian Immortal Gu Chen reached out and took the wine bottle, opened it and poured the Turtle Breath Powder into it.

After doing all this, he whispered:

"The scene you just told me about should start now! It's just too hard for Dongjun to make him think I'm really dead!"

Wen Yanzhao smiled slyly:

"Everyone in the world knows that you have passed away, so you won't be disturbed anymore! For Dong Jun, this may be the best outcome!"

The Confucian immortal nodded, holding the wine bottle in his hand, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the peach blossom rain that separated the two of them from the people outside dissipated instantly.

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