Accompanied by his younger sister for a while, Chen Zhian waved his hand, and instantly, a large bird descended from the sky.
The bird possessed a trace of the Golden-winged Roc bloodline, with its wings spanning nearly three meters.
It was the strongest creature on Fox Mountain, having reached the Transcendent Realm.
Ever since Chen Zhi Dong entered Fox Mountain, it became Chen Zhian's mount.
Chen Zhian leaped up skillfully, and the bird shook its body discontentedly before affectionately rubbing against Chen Zhi Dong's hand. Then, it flapped its wings and flew towards the Treasure Pavilion.
Returning to the Treasure Pavilion
Chen Zhian tossed a silver knife fish to the bird, which glanced at it disdainfully before shaking its body and flying away.
If it weren't for the demon lord, it wouldn't even bother with humans.
Accustomed to its attitude, Chen Zhian didn't mind. He picked up the silver knife fish from the ground, and with a flick of his wrist, a fish-cutting knife appeared in his hand.
In the blink of an eye, a plate of white fish fillets was neatly arranged on the table.
Then, Chen Zhian picked up the grape wine brought from the Buddhist country, took a sip, picked up a piece of fish fillet, dipped it in chili sauce, and put it into his mouth.
He lay back in his rocking chair and began to read today's intelligence report.
Three months ago, the intelligence department of the brothel was finally established.
Li Lanqing served as the minister, compiling the latest events into books and sending them to the Treasure Pavilion every day.
Nowadays, in the entire Chang'an City, besides the Emperor's Ting Feng Tower, the brothel was the most informed place.
After all, being in charge of the nightlife of Chang'an's nobles and practitioners, it was difficult not to know many things even if they deliberately inquired and sorted them out!
"Senior Minister of the Zhou Residence is critically ill. His Majesty granted him a Blood Dan to extend his life for three years!"
Reading the content on the book, Chen Zhian narrowed his eyes slightly.
He had previously demanded eighty pieces of Yuan Stones from Zhou Li as compensation. He thought the Zhou family wouldn't let it go, but they hadn't taken any action all this time.
Now, it seemed that the old master of the Zhou Residence, not the current senior minister Zhou Jun, was the true helmsman. The old folks who followed the founding emperor, except for the old lady of the West Marquis Mansion, now only had him supporting them.
As long as he didn't die, the Zhou Residence would not fall.
However, granting a Blood Dan to an old man who was destined to live only a few more years was a bit too benevolent for His Majesty this time.
Opening the second page, it was the news of the second prince, Li Chengguo, being conferred the title of King. He was bestowed the title of King of Jinzhou, and he would leave after the New Year.
A few simple words. A prince who originally had the chance to ascend to the throne was directly assigned to a borderland.
Jinzhou was located in the westernmost part of the Tang Dynasty. Beyond it was the boundless sea. On the other side of the sea lay the countless years-old human Great Wall!
Without reaching the Profound Qi Realm, one couldn't climb the wall.
After the Ancient Emperor of the Wild Era crossed the Great Wall and suppressed the forbidden zone, there had been no one guarding the Great Wall for nearly ten thousand years.
It had nothing to do with Chen Zhian.
Turning to the third page, Chen Zhian's brows furrowed instantly.
"Ninth of September, the Holy Son of the Imperial Sword Sect, Jiang Huayu, will marry Zhu Wan'er, the Holy Daughter of the Ethereal Sect, and invite fellow practitioners from all over the world to witness the ceremony!"
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In a secluded village in the Hexi Corridor of the Great Tang Dynasty, a commoner suddenly looked up at the sky, watching a bluebird fly past.
He held a wooden sword, his handsome face displaying a hint of aloofness.
In the instant he looked up
the wooden sword in his hand was already unsheathed
transforming into a stream of light flying towards the sky, halting in front of the bluebird.
The blue bird's body stiffened slightly, its wings trembling lightly to maintain its position.
It lowered its head to glance at the young man, then obediently stepped onto the sword hilt, allowing the wooden sword to carry it towards the young man.
The young man adeptly untied the letter tube from the blue bird's foot, and pulled out a red envelope, and when he saw the names Jiang Huayu and Zhu Wan'er on the envelope, his brows lightly furrowed, but soon relaxed.
Restoring the envelope, the young man rubbed the blue bird's head and softly said, "So it's their good news. No wonder you didn't want to stay..."
The blue bird chirped, nudging the young man's palm with its head, as if comforting him.
The young man smiled lightly. "Go ahead. The village chief has left some green barley wine for you. Those who abandon me... I stopped caring long ago."
With that, the young man waved his hand.
The wooden sword slowly returned to its scabbard.
He carried the wooden sword on his back and headed towards the peak of the mountain, reaching the end in no time.
There, an old man with white hair and a withered face sat cross-legged on a rock.
Around him, countless broken swords were inserted into the ground.
"Chen Zhiming, your sword heart is in turmoil!" Seeing the young man in plain clothes, the old man chuckled hoarsely.
"The sword intent of Zhu Qinghou is tearing apart your Qi Sea. You're going to die."
Chen Zhiming replied indifferently, "With every step I take, his sword intent tears apart a strand of my true Qi. At most, after ten steps, my Qi Sea will be completely destroyed."
"No one in this world can withstand Zhu Qinghou's sword intent, even if your Dao heart is similar to his, or even if your sword intents are connected."
The old man extended his bony fingers, pointing towards Chen Zhiming's chest from afar, and sneered, "When I was struck by his sword back then, I couldn't leave this sword mound for the rest of my life.
And you, with his sword intent hidden in your Qi Sea, it's even more impossible for you to leave.
Now that your sword heart is unstable, balance has been lost. You're destined to only be a prisoner in this sword mound, accompanying me, this old fart, guarding these broken swords."
"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," Chen Zhiming replied coldly.
"You spent your whole life chasing after him, while I, from the beginning, have been walking my own path.
Those who learn from me live, those who resemble me die.
You don't even know the answer, what do you understand about swordsmanship?"
"Haha... I defeated three thousand swords without losing once. You dare say I don't understand swordsmanship?"
The old man suddenly burst into laughter. As his laughter echoed, thousands of broken swords in the sword mound trembled wildly, sword energy crisscrossing, as if they were about to rise from the ground at any moment!
Chen Zhiming watched calmly.
It wasn't until the old man's anger gradually subsided that he said calmly, "I can take you away."
"Haha... Hahaha..."
"Young thief, have you gone crazy from practicing swords? Even after fighting it for more than three hundred years, I could only erode away a bit of the sword intent. You say you can take me away?"
"Haha... Hahaha..."
Chen Zhiming just looked at him.
With a slight movement of his fingers, a weak strand of sword energy flickered in his hand.
Seeing this scene, the old man's laughter abruptly stopped. After a silent pause, he hoarsely said, "Young Master Chen, you can set any conditions you want!"
Chen Zhiming said, "I need a sword attendant who can withstand the Holy Soldier's attacks, for twenty years."
"And after twenty years?" the old man asked.
Chen Zhiming replied matter-of-factly, "If I can't become invincible beneath a Sage after twenty years, what's the point of practicing swordsmanship?"