Legend of Swordsman



Even in the entire Great Si Region, Yan Immortals would fight for the peak crystal of the black mountains.

However, Jian Wushuang had no idea about it because the Young Emperor had given him more than ten interspatial rings before he left. Each of the rings was full of crystals of this standard.

As for the storage rings that were filled with apex crystals, Jian Wushuang had given them to Chun Qiu for safekeeping to save time.

Judging from Chun Qiu's rough estimation, the ten storage rings contained the peak crystals that were produced in one Hua Year from the continuous mining of the black mountains...

This was also the reason why Chun Qiu was so generous.

Ignoring the old man's shock, Jian Wushuang reached out and took the badly damaged notebook.

There was a unique texture in his hand, and it was accompanied by a weak derivation power, which made him a little suspicious that the map notes seemed to be written on some kind of unique leather scroll.

With a wave of his hand, he removed the faint Yan power seal on it, and a peerless pattern appeared before his eyes.

The picture on the scroll was extremely complicated and grand. One could vaguely see that the crisscrossing picture had gone beyond the scope of the heaven domain. It seemed to be the vastness of the universe.

Moreover, this map seemed to have suffered some kind of damage. Apart from the rough outline, most of the details were undetectable. It was obviously a brainless and useless map.

"F*ck, this old man is trying to scam us!" Cheng Qing slapped his thigh and looked at the sloppy old man with a face full of anger.

But where could he find his avatar in the vast yellow sand?

"This old man, how dare he lie to me. Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I'll burn his bones and scatter his ashes!" Cheng Qing rolled up his sleeves in anger and was about to stir the yellow sand.

Jian Wushuang reached out his hand to stop him. "Although this map looks useless now, it may come in handy in the future. As for the crystals, just take it as a gift."

Cheng Qing was indignant, but he also knew that their primary goal was to go to the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture, so he suppressed his anger and continued to move forward.

However, before he left this Heavenly Region, Cheng Qing left behind a Yan power clone. He was waiting for the sloppy old man to appear again so that he could give him a good beating.

After this brief interlude, the three of them continued to move forward without stopping.

Sitting on the back of the heavenly beast, Jian Wushuang took out the map and read it carefully.

The leather scroll depicted the rise and fall of various territories, and they were all drawn with some kind of dark red paint, which was inexplicably mysterious and strange.

However, since the map did not have any name, he could not see anything.

Jian Wushuang simply stopped studying it and stuffed the map into the Boyang Bottle.

After traveling for several months, the three of them stopped in a small Heavenly Region to rest under Cheng Qing's strong request.

It was a small Heavenly Region, but it contained three independent plane continents.

With the fate energy of the Great Yan Domain, even the cultivators who had just stepped into cultivation would have a very long lifespan. Their own cultivation realm would also grow with their longevity, and it was very easy for them to reach the peak of the Entry Yan realm.

However, 99 percent of these top cultivators would stop here, and the higher Yan Immortal realm was extremely cruel.

Even though Jian Wushuang had seen thousands of Yan Immortals along the way, it was purely because of him. Once he entered the Great Yan Domain, he was close to the peak of the cultivation realm and power.

If he had landed on a random continent in a Heavenly Region, it would have taken tens of thousands of years for him to reach where he was today.

At the same time, after reading through the thousands of Heavenly Regions, Jian Wushuang found that there were no mortals in the Great Yan Domain.

Even the most insignificant people could use Yan power proficiently and their lifespans would also increase.

Stepping into this plane continent with extremely thin distribution of Yan power, the bustling streets came into view.

The number of cultivators on a continent was determined by the number of Yan power. On this continent, there were very few cultivators. Occasionally, he would see cultivators, but they were not ordinary cultivators even in the Entry Yan realm.

"I'm craving liquor again. Brother Jian, Brother Chun Qiu, let's go to a quiet place to have a drink and rest." Cheng Qing scratched his head. With his height of more than three meters, he could attract quite a lot of attention when walking on the street.

Jian Wushuang nodded. Then, the three of them entered a quiet restaurant on the street.

Without the wine boy or waiter to guide them, the three of them directly chose a secluded place by the window and sat down.

Cheng Qing then slammed the table. "Where are you? Serve the wine!"

There were very few customers in the entire restaurant, and only one or two tables of customers could be vaguely seen at the corners.

"He's here, what are you shouting for!" A tall and strong man wearing gray clothes and a white handkerchief around his waist walked out from the back of the car. His face was fierce-looking.

Hearing this, Chen Qing wanted to get up and give him two slaps, but he was stopped by Jian Wushuang.

"Serve three jars of wine, as soon as possible," Jian Wushuang said indifferently.

Then, Chun Qiu threw out a black mountain apex crystal. "Remember, I want good wine."

The tall and strong man caught it subconsciously, and his eyes flashed with great greed.

"Sure, sure. No problem. We have all the good wine you want!" After saying that, the tall and strong man stumbled into the back of the shop.

"Motherf*cker, how dare a small fry like him act so outrageously. If it wasn't for Brother Jian stopping me today, I would have definitely smashed his brain out," Cheng Qing said angrily.

Jian Wushuang looked at the street outside the window and said lightly, "It's better to avoid unnecessary trouble. They are not the owners of this restaurant."

Cheng Qing was startled, but he quickly understood the meaning behind his words.

Not long after, the tall and strong man dressed in nondescript clothing jogged over with two large jars of wine in his arms. There were three or four other men following behind him.

There were more than ten jars of wine and side dishes in front of the three of them.

"M-my distinguished guests, drink to your heart's content, there will be enough!" The tall and strong man grinned. He carefully opened the seal of the jar before leaving.

Cheng Qing did not suspect him and directly slapped the jar, and the crystal clear wine line fell into the three people's bowls.

With just one glance, Jian Wushuang could not help but laugh.

Chun Qiu also laughed helplessly. "This bunch of idiots, they actually added medicinal powder into the wine."

"Who cares? I haven't had a sip of wine since the banquet at the Heavenly Court. Today, we're going to drink a thousand pots." Cheng Qing's eyes moved. He drank a full bowl first and let out a comfortable sigh.

Looking at the clear liquid in the wine, Jian Wushuang and Chun Qiu shook their heads helplessly and drank as well.

After reaching the Yan Immortal realm, the past mortal world had already turned into a clay embryo and dispersed. Things with strong poison could no longer paralyze the Immortal body. Even the most illusionary treasures were likely unable to harm the Yan Immortal.