302: Chapter 302 The Snow Pine Tree Lord, A Universe Within His Sleeve

Elder Xuesong hovered above the sword formation, his face livid.

He was originally an ancient pine that had lived for who knows how many years, merely holding a nominal title in the Heavenly Sword Pavilion and ignoring worldly affairs.

This time, he had come to the Ten Thousand Mile Snowfield to Cultivate a new Divine Ability, the Myriad Year Evergreen.

He had painstakingly Cultivated this Divine Ability for hundreds of years and was on the verge of Major Achievement, missing only the final step.

As a result, the Sword Qi from the sword formation interrupted his enlightenment.

It was not just once, but for a full Nine Heavens.

The Sword Qi of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation was too sharp; it could be sensed from hundreds of miles away.

His Myriad Year Evergreen was interrupted, falling short of success.

He was trembling with Wrath.

"You..."

His voice was hoarse, filled with irrepressible Wrath, "Do you know how many years I have spent on this Divine Ability?"

Chu Sheng and Arrogance did not speak.

Elder Xuesong's gaze fell upon Chu Sheng, then shifted to Arrogance.

One was a Demon Lord, the other an Elder of Wendao Palace.

Neither of them were good things.

"No matter who you are, disturbing my Cultivation requires paying a price."

He drew the long sword from his waist.

The sword body was snow-white, its blade covered in a layer of frost, emanating a bone-chilling cold.

Cold Dragon.

One of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's treasures, it was undoubtedly a Magical Artifact.

Elder Xuesong raised Cold Dragon, its tip pointing toward the sky.

"Divine Ability—Ten Thousand Swords Return to Pine."

His voice was not loud, but the entire Ten Thousand Mile Snowfield was trembling.

Countless pine needles flew from his body; they were not real pine needles, but phantoms condensed from Sword Qi.

Each pine needle was only an inch long, but every one of them emanated a pressure sufficient to obliterate a Spirit Sea and severely injure a Dao Palace.

The pine needles were dense, blotting out the sky like a snowstorm, sweeping toward the two people within the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Chu Sheng's expression changed.

He hurriedly put away the four swords of zhuxian, withdrawing all five swords back into his Dantian.

Although these pine needles could not damage his swords, he did not want to take the risk.

If the swords were scratched, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.

He then summoned the sea-suppressing cauldron, enlarging its body, and shrank his entire person inside it.

A bronze-colored light shield enveloped him.

Arrogance's expression also changed.

His three heads and six arms had not yet been retracted, and his six hands simultaneously waved his Magical Artifacts, blocking in front of him.

But there were too many pine needles, dense and endless; he could not dodge, nor could he block them all.

Hundreds of pine needles pierced Arrogance's body, penetrating his golden robe and stabbing into his skin.

His three heads and six arms trembled violently, and his Devilish Qi began to fluctuate chaotically.

The head of Greed let out a miserable scream, and the head of Gluttony spat out black blood.

Arrogance's main head gritted its teeth, remaining silent.

A flash of Wrath crossed his eyes, but it was not directed at Elder Xuesong; it was directed at Chu Sheng.

If it hadn't been for Chu Sheng dragging him out for Nine Heavens, how could he be unable to even deal with an old man?

He retracted his three heads and six arms, transforming into a streak of golden light and fleeing into the distance.

"Rat, I will remember you!" His voice came from afar, carrying unwillingness.

Chu Sheng poked his head out of the sea-suppressing cauldron, watching the direction where Arrogance had disappeared, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to put away the sea-suppressing cauldron, Elder Xuesong had already landed in front of him.

The tip of Cold Dragon pressed against the sea-suppressing cauldron's body, emitting a crisp sound.

"Want to run?" The old man's voice was very cold.

Chu Sheng's smile froze.

He hurriedly said, "Senior, this Junior is an Elder of Wendao Palace. Wendao Palace and the Heavenly Sword Pavilion are friendly sects in the Central Region; we are one family."

Elder Xuesong glanced at him, the chill in his eyes not receding.

"Wendao Palace?"

He snorted coldly, "Logically speaking, friendly sects in the Central Region should indeed look after each other."

Chu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the old man added, "But you have too many secrets on you. How could the four swords of zhuxian be in your hands?"

Chu Sheng's expression changed.

Elder Xuesong's gaze became ruthless, like two knives carving into Chu Sheng.

"The Heavenly Sword Pavilion cannot tolerate you. Hand over the swords, and I may consider sparing your life."

Chu Sheng did not hesitate.

He activated the sea-suppressing cauldron, and the bronze-colored light shield exploded violently, turning into a blinding beam of light that surged toward Elder Xuesong.

At the same time, the zhu xian swords all came out, setting up the sword formation to envelop the old man.

His figure transformed into a streak of dark golden light, speeding away into the distance.

With Fuyao Ninety Thousand Miles fully activated, in three breaths, he had already fled a thousand miles away.

Elder Xuesong stood in place, watching the direction where Chu Sheng had disappeared, his mouth slowly curling upward.

"Running quite fast. But do you think you can escape?"

He raised his hand, his wide sleeves flapping loudly in the wind.

"Divine Ability—Universe in the Sleeve."

His sleeve suddenly grew larger, like a giant mouth, and he sucked violently toward the direction where Chu Sheng had disappeared.

The world began to spin.

Mountains, rivers, and the snowfield were all spinning.

Chu Sheng was flying at full speed when he suddenly felt an irresistible suction force surging from behind him.

His body involuntarily flew backward, like a fallen leaf swept up by a gale.

He desperately activated Fuyao Ninety Thousand Miles, but the suction force was too strong; he could not break free at all.

The zhu xian swords were also sucked over, the dark red patterns on the swords flickering violently as if struggling, but they could not break free.

The sea-suppressing cauldron was also sucked over, its body buzzing, as if wailing.

Chu Sheng watched helplessly as he was sucked into the old man's sleeve.

Everything went dark before his eyes.

Then, everything became quiet.

Elder Xuesong retracted his sleeve and brushed the snow off his robe.

He looked at the direction where Arrogance had disappeared in the distance, then looked at his sleeve, and sighed.

"My Myriad Year Evergreen... has been ruined by you."

A flash of fatigue crossed his eyes.

He turned around and walked into the depths of the snowfield.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and took out a communication Jade Slip from his sleeve.

"Sect Master, I have captured someone. He possesses the four swords of zhuxian. He is an Elder of Wendao Palace."

The other end of the Jade Slip was silent for a moment, seemingly a bit surprised, not expecting this, and then a voice came through.

"Elder Xuesong has worked hard, bring him back."

Elder Xuesong put away the Jade Slip.

His figure disappeared into the wind and snow.