Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang was only a hair's breadth away from becoming a Sword Immortal.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Chen Qing scratched his head and smiled foolishly. "About 10,000 years ago, I've already comprehended my own Immortal Style. However, I'm afraid there's still a gap before reaching the Grand Yan Immortal realm."

"I'm afraid this gap might trouble me for quite some time."

Jian Wushuang said, "Even those Emperor-grade pills can't assist you in breaking through?"

Chen Qing replied, "I've tried it several times, but the results are mostly minimal. Although the Emperor-grade pill's medicinal effect is powerful and is sufficient to break through that restraint, it's as if there's some kind of obstruction that prevents me from breaking through. It's very strange."

Jian Wushuang remained silent, lost in thought.

Even though he had long ago comprehended the Immortal Style, due to his own body, he was unable to sense the cultivation realm that led to the Grand Yan Immortal.

At the same time, he also thought that there were very few Grand Yan Immortals in the Great SI Region, which was indeed suspicious.

"Could it be that the path upwards has been sealed off?"

Then, Jian Wushuang looked at Chun Qiu and the others.

Quickly, he got his answer. Besides Chen Qing, Chun Qiu had also mastered his own Immortal Style.

Feng Shan had already comprehended the Immortal Style, and although Cui Jing and Wei Liujia had not yet, it was only a matter of time.

This was already a force that could not be underestimated. Even some of the Super Heavenly Regions in the Great Si Region would have difficulty contending with them.

Jian Wushuang sighed softly. After tens of thousands of years of development, they had all grown. Although they were still a distance away from the Grand Yan Immortal realm, they were already strong enough to establish themselves in the Great Si Region.

Cui Jing smiled when he saw that the atmosphere was a little gloomy. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Big Brother Jian, you've just returned. We, brothers, should celebrate your return first."

Chen Qing and the others broke into an uproar.

"Brother Jian, I've been saving some fine wine for this day. We won't leave until we're drunk!"

"Yes, yes, we haven't seen each other for nearly 20,000 years. Let's get drunk today!!"

"I won't go home until I'm drunk!"

...

Several towering figures, like sacred mountains, had surrounded Jian Wushuang and were almost lifting him off the ground.

Jian Wushuang wore a contented smile on his face. After all, it had been a considerable amount of time since they had last met.

However, at this moment, a somewhat cold voice emanated from deep within the Heavenly Palace, "No drinking, but everything else is allowed."

"..."

Jian Wushuang shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he was still recovering from a serious illness.

Chen Qing and the others looked at each other and grinned. Then, they grabbed him and flew toward Wei Liujia's Star Observation Pavilion.

Star Observation Pavilion.

After Jian Wushuang disappeared, Wei Liujia started to build a mysterious celestial pavilion.

Rather than calling it a pavilion, it was more appropriate to call it a small Heavenly Region that could accommodate all things.

The Star Observation Pavilion contained a myriad of things. It was created by Wei Liujia with great care, and it was situated right next to the Little Lonely Heaven, resembling a halo.

With the enhancement of Chen Qing and the others' powers, ordinary external forces couldn't forcibly enter. It was an extremely secretive place.

Right now, within the Star Observation Pavilion, six Yan Immortals were gathered.

"Come, come, come. This wine is my most prized collection. Normally, I wouldn't bring it out, but now is the perfect occasion."

On the eaves of the Star Observation Pavilion, the six Yan Immortals casually sat, gazing into the distance at the distant rivers and waters.

Chen Qing wore a meaningful smile on his face, then took out pots of exquisite wine from his waist.

Although the wine pots were small, he could feel that it was definitely not less than ten thousand catties each.

Jian Wushuang had no doubts and lifted his head to take a sip of the wine, and then his expression became strange.

Even after nearly 20,000 years, he recognized the taste of the wine immediately. It tasted exactly the same as the mouth-chewed wine he had encountered during the amusing incident in a mortal realm on their way to the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture with Chen Qing and Chun Qiu for the first time.

The so-called mouth-chewed wine involved using a beautiful woman's mouth to chew the grains and create wine yeast, which would then ferment to produce a unique and sweet wine.

If Jian Wushuang hadn't known the secret behind it, the wine in his hand would indeed be considered a fine wine, on par with Immortal wines.

However, knowing the peculiarity of it, he did not dare to take a second sip.

At the same time, what left Jian Wushuang both amused and puzzled was the fact that after nearly 20,000 years, the mortal realm's vast territories had likely witnessed countless cycles of life and death. Yet, Chen Qing still had a considerable stash of mouth-chewed wine hidden away.

While Cui Jing and the others were drinking, Jian Wushuang made an excuse that his injuries hadn't fully recovered and he couldn't drink, so he dodged to the side.

Standing on the eaves of the Star Observation Pavilion and gazing at the distant rivers and mountains, he felt an immense sense of contentment.

This secluded corner of the world, apart from lacking the aura of life, was otherwise perfect for meditation and cultivation.

Jian Wushuang had even decided to meditate here for a period of time.

The clouds rolled and the sun shone brightly.

However, at this moment, Jian Wushuang's gaze turned sharp.

His eyes suddenly turned towards the sun in the sky, hidden behind the clouds.

The sunlight was radiant, emitting a gentle hue.

But at the edge of the sun, there was an extremely faint reddish tint, peculiar in nature.

The light red color was not Yan power. It carried a mesmerizing, mind-controlling power, although extremely subtle. Nevertheless, Jian Wushuang was quick to sense it.

He pondered for a moment, then waved his hand to signal Chen Qing and the others who were still drinking.

"Did any of you notice something unusual?"

Following Jian Wushuang's pointing finger, Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and the rest all turned their gaze toward the sun in the sky.

Soon, their expressions grew strange.

Tens of thousands of years of battles and traversing bloody seas had made them far more sensitive to impending danger than ordinary Yan Immortals.

Chen Qing was the first to regain his senses. He looked at Wei Liujia and said, "Liujia, this is your territory. You wouldn't be targeted by someone, right?"

Wei Liujia wore a bewildered expression. "It can't be. Except for coming to aid the Eternal Wushuang Auction House in the last 20,000 years, I haven't left this place."

"Then what could this phenomenon be?" Feng Shan scratched his chin in puzzlement.

Wei Liujia knew that this matter was not simple. He hurriedly stood on the roof of the Star Observation Pavilion and began to deduce with the Stellar Chessboard.

The chess pieces fell one after another, and the entire chessboard shook uneasily.

And Wei Liu Jia's complexion grew even graver.

In the sky, the sun had already been enshrouded by a reddish hue, like a spider's web of blood veins.

"Not good, it's the Eternal Wushuang!" Wei Liu Jia suddenly raised his head, his face contorted with worry.

"Motherf*cker, there are still people who dare to lay their eyes on Eternal Wushuang Auction House?" Chen Qing erupted, his anger reaching its peak.

"Let's go!" Chun Qiu shouted and prepared to help.

"Wait," Jian Wushuang called them back, smiling faintly. "I'll accompnay you to take a look."