Legend of Swordsman

4856 I’m Going to Shangyang From the Eastern Capital

He then looked at the Immortal cloud in the distance. Prince Jiu’s Amitabha is in chaos now. It seems that it’s time for me to take action.

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The Immortal clouds were misty. Although Jian Wushuang had already put the jade-like head into his bag, he was still thinking about where the strange feeling he had felt when he looked at the jade-like head earlier came from.

“Could it be that we’ve known each other for a long time?”

Jian Wushuang quickly shook his head and denied it. He had not even reached ten million years of age and all his old friends were in the Divine Power Universe.

The Great Yan Domain was new and unknown to him. Only Xuan Yi and Old Master were here.

After spending some time in the Great Yan Domain, Jian Wushuang was certain that Xuan Yi and Old Master were in the Great Yan Domain. They could only be here.

This was because the Great Yan Domain was simply too vast and encompassing. It was beyond one’s imagination.

The countless connections that they had left behind all pointed to the only ultimate realm, the Great Yan Domain.

They collected their thoughts, and the four figures steadily shuttled through the clouds.

At that moment, a figure caught Jian Wushuang’s attention.

It was a figure in a loose black robe, moving forward at a constant speed.

Jian Wushuang only took a glance and then looked away. After all, there were many Yan Immortals traveling in ordinary Heavenly Regions, but they were just passing by.

But very quickly, after experiencing a period of continuous ascension, he discovered that something was wrong.

The figure in the loose black robe had been hanging not far away, unable to get close or far away. It was extremely strange.

Then, Jian Wushuang suddenly thought of something.

During the auction, a mysterious person presented a jade head to the auction.

Due to time constraints, no one paid attention to the appearance of the mysterious person who had presented the jade head.

“Could it be that the mysterious person is the black-robed figure in front?” Jian Wushuang pondered and suddenly had a strong intuition.

“It should be him!”

As Jian Wushuang thought of this, his body also burst out and swept away.

Strangely enough, with a single thought, he instantly appeared behind the black-robed figure.

He wanted to reach out to touch him, but he was shocked to find that he could not even touch a piece of his clothes.

“Which small fry dares to touch my remaining power?!”

A thunderous roar reverberated in Jian Wushuang’s ears.

However, Jian Wushuang was not afraid. With a wave of his arm, he threw out hundreds of Yan power ribbons and blocked the black-robed figure’s way out.

Then, the black-robed figure really stopped. With his back facing Jian Wushuang, he said in a low voice, “Small Fry, why are you blocking my way?”

“I don’t want to block your way. I just want to confirm one thing,” Jian Wushuang said in a clear voice. “Is the jade head in the Eternal Wushuang Auction House yours?”

The black-robed figure continued in a deep voice, “So what if I am? so what if I am not? Don’t delay my journey, Little One.”

“If that’s the case,” Jian Wushuang shrugged his shoulders and then without any warning, he burst out, “Then I’ll test your strength first!”

A little light circulated from his fingertips.

Little Mountain River, come forth!

Divine mountains grew out of the clouds and blocked his way. At the same time, countless heavenly flames fell down like meteors.

A turbulent heavenly river swept up and instantly devoured the black-robed figure.

This was an Immortal Style that belonged to Jian Wushuang. As long as he was in the realm that he wanted, he could use all mountains and rivers. After the battle of Great Mi heaven, the Immortal Style, Little Mountain River, had undergone great changes. It could now call out anything he wanted, and its power had increased by many times.

Jian Wushuang stood where he was and watched the changes in the realm. He was extremely calm and did not seem to be worried about the Yan Immortal’s safety.

A moment later, the clouds stopped and the rain stopped. A terrifying suction force like a whale sucked in all the changes in the world.

The black-robed figure was the one who created the vortex.

“Hmph, what a Small Fry.”

The black-robed figure easily fused all the changes into a pellet-sized ball and then shot toward Jian Wushuang.

His gaze focused, and he immediately made a move to resolve it.

In just one exchange, Jian Wushuang could feel that the black-robed man was not simple.

Furthermore, the black-robed figure did not seem to be angered by him and did not make any further moves.

“Small Fry, since you managed to bid for that jade head, it means that you have fate with me. Today, I will give you a few pointers.”

“Some things have gone far beyond the scope of your understanding. It’s a level that you shouldn’t touch. It’s not too late to retreat now, so that you won’t regret it in the future and be powerless to turn things around.”

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang did not say anything. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the black-robed figure, who did not reveal any special features.

“You, who exactly are you? What do you mean by this?”

“I’m sure you already know what I mean. There are some things that shouldn’t be handled by you in the first place, but you’ve already entered the situation and caused everything to fall into the unknown.” The black-robed figure said no more.

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang was stunned. Then he asked anxiously, “Who are you? who sent you to tell me this? Xuan Yi or Old Master? Xuan Yi or Old Master!?”

The black-robed figure was silent. “You dishonorable man, I have no idea what you mean by those things. Everything I’m doing now has no meaning. It’s up to you whether you want to listen or not.”

“We’ve only met by chance, so there’s no point in talking about it. Don’t waste my time… I’m in a hurry.”

With that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Jian Wushuang came back to his senses and asked loudly, “Can you tell me where you are going?”

Black robe’s figure stopped in place, his back facing him, and he left behind his last words.

“I’ve going to Shangyang from the Eastern Capital.”

Then, he disappeared. Like a wisp of smoke and dust, he scattered into the Immortal cloud and disappeared.

Jian Wushuang muttered to himself, “Shangyang from the Eastern Capital… Eastern Capital, Shangyang, are these the names of Heavenly Regions, or do they have other meanings?”

“What are you daydreaming about? You’ve been mumbling here?” Di Qing’s voice was like a big hand that pulled him back to reality.

“Eh? Something’s not right, why am I still here? We haven’t left?”

He was shocked. He took half a step back and looked straight ahead.

In front of him, the jade-like head was still quietly placed in the crystal cover. The jade-like eyes revealed a firm and carefree light.

In the side hall of the auction house, Di Qing, Chun Qiu, cui Jing, Zhao Ting, and Wei Liujia were all standing behind Jian Wushuang, looking at him with doubt.

“I… Have I never left?”

“Then what happened just now?”