Chapter 433 The Era's Change

The handsome Emperor Jun stood with his hands clasped behind his back, holding a jade flute in his left hand.

His black hair was tied into a high ponytail like those wandering swordsmen, with strands of gold interwoven within.

His pupils reflected the image of Kai Ming, also one of the Ten Great Peaks.

These simple actions caused Kai Ming, who carried the concept of the Sword Dao's leader, to tense up. One of his nine heads entered a state of extreme alert. The divine weapon in his palm, forged with the essence of Kunlun, resonated and howled. A wisp of sword light contained the vastness of thousands of miles of Kunlun.

Emperor Jun asked, "Why did you send out that final strike, to complete him?"

"Aren't you worried that he will advance further, putting you in mortal danger as well?"

"Hahaha, if I don't gamble with my life, this so-called scheme would be too boring."

"Like a game among mortals, deliberately increasing the difficulty, that's what makes it interesting."

The white-robed Kai Ming laughed freely.

"I see."

The man nodded, raised his hand, and said indifferently, "Then, are you ready to die?"

"Die?"

Kai Ming held his sword and suddenly roared. His aura surged and intertwined, forcibly stabilizing the wound that Wei Yuan had left on his heart at the cost of some sacrifice. His aura continued to rise, finally reaching the peak of this body's power. He pointed his long sword slightly at the ground and sighed:

"I never thought that the first injury I've suffered in millennia would be inflicted by a mortal."

Kai Ming's nine heads raised the sword, and a fanatical look appeared in his demonic, ink-purple eyes, different from his main body's indifference. Only by being true to the sword can one reach its peak. He swung his long sword and laughed heartily, "...The strongest combat power of the Age of Gods, Emperor Jun."

"I also want to see it for myself."

"Please!"

He raised his hand, and the sword light shimmered, transforming into thousands of miles of Kunlun. Beneath Kunlun, the myriad lives of the mortal world, the myriad types of human lives intertwined, surpassing Wei Yuan's sword intent.

The mythological concept erupted.

Emperor Jun held the flute in his right hand behind his back, and raised his left hand, pointing his fingers.

The sword light instantly turned violent, followed by a burst of starlight.

The sword light was caught by a pair of slender white fingers.

Emperor Jun interlaced his fingers.

The sword light shattered inch by inch.

He raised his left hand, and the jade flute spun slightly in his palm, touching Kai Ming's brow.

The stars in the sky suddenly shone brightly.

After a moment of deathly silence.

The white-robed Kai Ming stood still, holding his sword, lowered his head, and sighed, "The strongest in the Age of Gods..."

A penetrating wound appeared on his brow.

Kai Ming opened his mouth and spat out a stream of golden divine blood, then swayed, and shattered into nothingness. Emperor Jun indifferently waved his sleeve, and the stars in the sky directly fixed the heavenly secrets. Even Kai Ming's many preparations were useless. Emperor Jun was not skilled in predicting heavenly secrets, but he was skilled in destroying and suppressing.

He severed his body, extinguished his divine soul, suppressed the heavenly secrets, and left nothing for reincarnation.

His tone was even, without any fluctuation: "Nine-Headed Kai Ming."

"If it were your full-strength original body, perhaps you could have fought me."

"But you now are too weak..."

"Come out."

Emperor Jun, who looked like a wandering swordsman, spoke. A slender figure with closed eyes and white hair at the temples, a heavenly god named Ye Ming, who had a strange, fragile aura, walked out, bowed slightly, and said, "Emperor Jun..."

Emperor Jun tapped the jade flute with his finger and said, "Go and complete the previous matter with that person."

"And protect Chang Xi."

"Yes."

Ye Ming nodded, paused, and said, "Emperor Jun... this subordinate wishes to ask..."

"You want to ask why I didn't save Chang Xi immediately?"

Emperor Jun looked at the starry sky, and after a moment of silence, said:

"She will not be harmed in any way, and this experience has its own value."

"This unchanging Great Wilderness should also have some changes."

"This time, perhaps, is the opportunity for change."

Emperor Jun opened his hand, and a fallen leaf landed in his palm, eventually being blown away by the wind, flying towards the Eight Desolations.

"The winds of change arise from the tips of Qingping."

Ye Ming didn't know what Emperor Jun was thinking when he said these words, or what he saw in those eyes. He simply stood quietly beside him. After a long while, Emperor Jun shook his head and said, "By the way, weren't you accompanied by six Yuan Chen on this trip? Why are there only four left?"

Ye Ming said, "One of them was stabbed in the lungs by that swordsman and is now recuperating."

"Another one..."

He paused, a helpless expression on his face, and finally said in a gentle tone:

"Was bumped by Mount Buzhou's mountain god with his buttocks, and was sent flying. Later, it was discovered that the bump had sprained his back, and some bones were protruding. He may need to rest for a while longer."

??!

An astonished expression appeared on Emperor Jun's face.

..................

"Phew, all done."

In a small courtyard, Buzhou – Never Holds a Grudge – Mountain God put Wei Yuan on the bed, cleansing his body with qi. After tossing Wei Yuan onto the bed, he rubbed his shoulders and back. After all, He, the Old Man, had only just woken up, and was only the foundation of Buzhou Fuzi Mountain. This process was quite tiring.

Looking at Chang Xi beside him, the old man smiled and said, "You're struggling in your heart, aren't you?"

He said, "On one hand, as a god, you can't allow such combat power to appear among the human race. On the other hand, this is the person who saved your life. But in the end, he's also the one who kidnapped you. Naturally, your heart is in turmoil, and you don't know what to do."

The Imperial Consort Chang Xi lowered her eyes and didn't answer.

The old mountain master lowered his head, looking at Wei Yuan, and sighed with emotion:

"Only those who have reached the same realm can see the mysteries within Kai Ming's sword strike. Otherwise, even Emperor Jun and Fu Xi would only see a single sword strike. But this kid is one of the only two people in the world who can comprehend that sword strike."

"The other is Ye Ming that night."

"One uses the laws of space in his sword, and the other tempers it with the order of time."

"I don't know what Kai Ming was thinking..."

The old man sighed with emotion. Wei Yuan suddenly let out a low cry, opened his eyes, and sat up abruptly, his face pale and breathing heavily. As soon as he regained his senses, he looked down, searching for the sword and the undying flower in his hands. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that both of these things were still held tightly in his hands.

He leaned back against the pillow, his breathing gradually calming down.

"The fox cub is awake?"

The Buzhou Mountain God leaned over, reached out and grabbed Wei Yuan's shoulder, squeezing it on the left and pressing it on the right. He nodded in satisfaction, saying, "Very good, very good, you've finally recovered. No problems, this foundation is well-forged. Although it's not the deepest, you've obtained that unwavering sword intent. Not bad, a great gain!"

"If you had stayed buried underground, you would never have been able to deliver that strike in this lifetime."

"Although you gained something, you lost even more."

"I..."

Wei Yuan lowered his head, recalling his recent experiences. He knew that it was the aura that the old man had infused into his brow, as well as the words contained within it, that had helped him fulfill his hope of unifying the Three Teachings. It was also He who had sent him into the thunder and fire to complete his tempering, saving his life.

Struggling to get up, he gave a solemn salute. Before he could speak, the old man hurriedly avoided him, knocking over the table in his haste. He quickly turned around and began tidying up the table, saying, "No, no, little fellow, stop."

"You saved my life back then, and I gave you a technique. Now, our karma is clear, and we're done. You don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything. There's no need to calculate anything else. Just think of that technique as something you picked up by the roadside."

"There's no debt between you and me."

The old man dodged away.

Wei Yuan smiled and replied, "I'm just thanking you, senior."

The old man said, "I'm leaving in a couple of days. I can't get involved in this matter anymore."

"If you have a conscience, make a few more meals in these next few days."

"To whet my appetite."

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Of course."

The old man was overjoyed.

The Buzhou Mountain God was satisfied. He looked at the broken sword in Wei Yuan's hand. This new Chang'an Sword was formed by fusing the original Tang Dynasty sword with the broken Iron Eagle Sword. However, it was later melted by the Golden Crow's Great Sun authority, and then fell into the extreme yang of the thunder and fire. Now, it had been melted into a state where its original appearance could no longer be recognized, and its spirituality had been lost, becoming a piece of scrap metal.

The old man stroked his beard and comforted him, "Ah, fox cub, don't be too sad."

"Although I see that your sword is now a mess, it has been through so much. A sword can also grow like a person. I feel that there is still a trace of creation within this sword. Perhaps when you risked your life to bring it back, it allowed the sword to retain a trace of spirituality."

"In the future, gather some good materials and go overseas to find Zhurong."

"Zhurong?"

"That's right."

The Buzhou Mountain God said as a matter of course, "Among the four top masters of weapon forging in the world, the only one you can find is Nuwa. Using the Heaven-Mending technique to recast your sword would be a bit of a waste. Moreover, if you were to find Nuwa just to have her forge a sword for you, I think you should get your brain checked first."

"Besides, the Heaven-Mending technique is not simple and requires a certain price. If you ask her to forge a sword for you."

"Fu Xi might hold you down and beat you up first."

"The other one you can find is Zhurong."

The Buzhou Mountain God said, "With His weapon-forging skills, your sword can be reborn and reborn. After all, that kid was also one of the strongest in that era, below the top ten. His sword-forging skills are unparalleled in the world."

"Huh??"

"..."

Wei Yuan and Chang Xi were both stunned.

They looked at the old man in front of them, stroking his beard and revealing those ancient secrets, and hesitated for a moment before saying:

"But..."

Wei Yuan said, "The Fire God Zhurong is one of the Ten Great Peaks, one of the Four Directional Gods."

The Buzhou Mountain God was stunned, and then said, "Impossible!"

"That's absolutely impossible!"

"The Four Directional Gods are the Queen Mother of the West, Gonggong, Houtu, and Zhurong. Zhurong is the weakest of them all, weaker than the other three. That little girl, the Queen Mother of the West, is incredibly fierce. Her Yuan Metal Slaughter can kill from this Age of Gods to that one. Houtu gives birth to all things, and is even stronger than Nuwa in creation."

"As for Gonggong... hiss..."

The Buzhou Mountain God grimaced, looking unlucky. "Forget it, I won't mention him. My back hurts whenever I mention him."

"Oh, my old back..."

The old mountain god patted his back and looked up to see Wei Yuan, the museum curator, who had also bumped his back.

Silence.

His back hurt even more.

He hoped that he would never see these two kids sitting together one day.

Thinking of that scene, for some reason, the old mountain god felt pain in both his left and right kidneys at the same time. He grimaced and had to change the subject, saying:

"In any case, Zhurong can't be among them."

Wei Yuan hesitated and said, "But He is indeed one of the Ten Great Peaks..."

It was as if, even when he was half-dead and suffering from backlash, he only darkened his eyes when facing the War God Xing Tian, who had been brought over by Wei Yuan and had his hatred maxed out. Hmm... for some reason, this matter and the old mountain god's sprained back had something in common.

Curator Wei looked at his nose and his heart.

Indicating that this matter should have nothing to do with him.

The Buzhou Mountain God was silent, pondered, and counted on his fingers, hesitating:

"Let me see, Lu Wu, Kai Ming, the Queen Mother of the West, Gonggong, Houtu."

"That sly Fu Xi, Nuwa, Emperor Jun, and Zhu Jiuyin, as well as this old man. That's right, there are ten of them. Even if Zhurong is stronger than Shi Yi, he doesn't deserve to be among the Ten."

The old mountain god pondered, and then suddenly realized, saying:

"Could it be that some unlucky guy's position has been replaced?"

Wei Yuan, who finally understood, "..."

Chang Xi, who had been silent all along, "..."

The old mountain god's eyes lit up, and he slapped his knee and laughed heartily:

"Ah, hahahahaha, has something so interesting happened during the years that I've been asleep? Tell me, little fox, which idiot was surpassed? Is it that little Gonggong? Hmph, for example, because he bumped into a respected old man, he was angrily removed from the list?"

"Or is it that little girl, the Queen Mother of the West?"

"Oh, I was just saying, why bother showing off the image of the God of War for what? Be dignified, be graceful, don't always hold the Five Punishments of Heaven in your hand, scaring people to death. And her hair is always so frizzy."

The Buzhou Mountain God was extremely enthusiastic, directly revealing the black history of the gods.

He dug out the old melons from the past and shared them with Wei Yuan, and then said:

"Who is it?!"

"Who is it?!"

"Tell me, kid, tell me quickly, I'm going to rush over there immediately, I'm going to mock them fiercely!"

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, looking at the old man's expectant face and shining eyes, and didn't know what to say for a moment, saying:

"Uh, this..."

He was silent for a moment: "Have you ever thought about it?"

"That person, is you?"

The Buzhou Mountain God's smile came to an abrupt halt:

"???"

"Huh?!?"

..................

Wei Yuan, who finally understood that the name of the Top Ten Shames actually represented that there were eleven of the Top Ten Peak Experts, that there were the Top Ten plus a Great Shame, twitched at the corner of his mouth. In the room, the old man of Buzhou Mountain sat by the wall, his whole body seemed to have been burned out.

His face was dazed.

"Impossible... impossible..."

Wei Yuan was helpless, but suddenly sensed an aura.

At this moment, his aura had gradually recovered. He got out of bed and pushed open the door, seeing Ye Ming, a heavenly god with a slender figure, ink-black hair, but with white sideburns and a fragile temperament, leaning against the peach tree outside, as if the flow of time had slowed down. As if sensing Wei Yuan's movements, the Heavenly Emperor's deputy withdrew his gaze and smiled, "Sorry for disturbing you."

"Ye Ming?!"

"What are you doing here, kid?"

The Buzhou Mountain God reacted and strode out of the room.

Standing in front of Wei Yuan.

Ye Ming closed his eyes and pointed at Wei Yuan, smiling, "This, you have to ask him."

"That night when he took you away, Mountain God, he said something to me..."

The Buzhou Mountain God was stunned.

That night, Wei Yuan had indeed said something to Ye Ming, distracting him so that he could successfully take away the old mountain god. And that sentence, when recalled at this moment, was precisely – 'Want to know who is secretly controlling your subordinate, the Twelve Yuan Chen?'

Ye Ming bowed slightly, pressing his fan to his chest, his voice gentle:

"I have come here today to find out this secret."

Wei Yuan said slowly: "I can... but a secret is a secret because of its value."

"What are you going to exchange for it?"

Ye Ming smiled and said, "I have indeed brought some information that can be exchanged."

Wei Yuan said, "But I also have something I want to know."

"Or perhaps, what you brought is exactly what I want to know?"

Ye Ming's face was smiling and refined, and said, "Perhaps that's the case?"

"The information I brought is..."

"What I want to know is..."

The two paused and whispered at the same time:

"The whereabouts of Yi."

"The situation of Yi."

ps: Today's second update... 4,600 words for monthly tickets.

Thanks to the legendary high-level tentacle shrimp for the ten thousand reward, thank you. I forgot to kill that shrimp this morning, I'll make it up this afternoon, lying down...