7: Chapter 7 Jiang Che vs. Chen Zilong

Zhengyi Sect.

Saintess Peak.

The morning on Saintess Peak was shrouded in thin, veil-like mist, and the copper bells on the eaves chimed crisply in the gentle breeze.

Ripples spread across the spirit pond outside the sleeping quarters, where a few koi swam leisurely, their scales shimmering with gold and red luster under the rising morning sun.

Chen Zilong pushed open the carved wooden door and took a deep breath of the air, which carried the fresh scent of dew.

As he stretched his body, the muscles of his shoulders and back outlined smooth lines beneath his white clothes.

Recalling the intimacy with his Revered Master last night, a satisfied smile unconsciously tugged at the corners of his lips.

The image of Xu Qingyue panting softly in his arms made his heart heat up even now.

"I should go purchase some Medicinal Pills." He lightly stroked his storage ring, calculating the Medicinal Pills needed to break through to the Late Stage of the Golden Core.

Nurturing his Lifebound Treasure was also imminent; all of this required early preparation.

Just as he was deep in thought, a cyan figure broke through the clouds and mist, landing directly on the white jade plaza in the courtyard.

The person's sleeves fluttered, their movement graceful; it was none other than the Saint, Jiang Che.

Chen Zilong's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a flash of impatience crossed his eyes.

What is this persistent guy here for again?

Jiang Che stepped forward quickly, his handsome face wearing just the right amount of concern:

"Junior Martial Uncle Chen, is your Revered Master well?"

As he spoke, his gaze drifted involuntarily toward the tightly closed door of the sleeping quarters, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the jade pendant at his waist.

Chen Zilong curled his lips, his tone lazy:

"Revered Master was exhausted last night and is still resting."

He deliberately emphasized the word "exhausted," a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

"Exhausted?"

Jiang Che paused slightly, his brows furrowing lightly. "Qingyue has always been diligent in her Cultivation, but she shouldn't overexert herself..."

He pondered for a moment, then said warmly, "When she wakes up, please ask her to come to Saint Son Peak."

"What for?" Chen Zilong's voice turned a few degrees colder.

"Naturally, to discuss the details of the Dual Cultivation ceremony," Jiang Che replied with a smile, as if speaking of the most natural thing in the world.

"No need."

Chen Zilong was resolute. "Qingyue will not go."

Jiang Che's expression changed slightly, his tone carrying a reprimanding air:

"You child, how can you address your Revered Master by her given name?"

He shook his head and sighed, looking heartbroken.

Chen Zilong forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

If his cultivation weren't inferior, he would have punched that hypocritical face long ago.

The dignified male protagonist is actually this clingy.

"Revered Master is indeed tired and is resting,"

he repeated, restraining his patience. "Besides, you two are no longer suitable for each other."

Jiang Che's eyes flashed with panic upon hearing this, but he forced himself to remain calm:

"Is it that Qingyue is overthinking things again? Didn't I tell you to comfort her properly?"

He took a step forward, his tone urgent, "I will speak with her myself."

Seeing him about to force his way in, Chen Zilong stepped in front of the door, his voice as cold as ice:

"I said, she will not see you."

Jiang Che glanced at him indifferently, his gaze carrying the natural pressure of a Soul Transformation Cultivator.

He continued forward, his hem brushing over the bluestone, kicking up fine dust.

Chen Zilong gritted his teeth inwardly.

This male protagonist is simply impossible to reason with!

"Qingyue has already become my Dao Companion."

He decided to lay his cards on the table.

Jiang Che turned abruptly, his pupils shrinking, his face full of disbelief.

After a moment, as if thinking of something, he smiled bitterly:

"Did Qingyue make you say that? She is always so willful..."

"Martial Uncle Jiang,"

Chen Zilong said word by word, "Your indecisiveness makes you unworthy of Qingyue. She is already my woman."

"Scoundrel!"

Jiang Che was furious, his sleeves fluttering without wind. "Who gave you permission to address your Revered Master by her given name? You have absolutely no respect for your elders!"

Chen Zilong sneered in his heart.

This male protagonist not only fails to understand human speech but is also adept at moral kidnapping.

He said no more, his figure standing like a pine tree in front of the sleeping quarters, his gaze like a torch:

"I will never let you see my wife."

"Shut up!"

Jiang Che was trembling with rage, cyan spiritual light gathering at his fingertips. "How dare you blaspheme your elder! Today, I shall discipline you on Qingyue's behalf!"

Before the words faded, a cyan light spat from his mouth.

The Lifebound Treasure, the wind-chasing sword, grew in the wind, its blade flowing with light cyan wind patterns, emitting a low hum.

Jiang Che thrust with the sword; a cold glint appeared at the tip, accompanied by a sharp sound that tore through the air.

"Damn it! A Soul Transformation Cultivator bullying a Golden Core? Have you no shame!"

Chen Zilong's internal alarm bells rang loudly. Lightning flashed beneath his feet, and his figure retreated rapidly, transforming into a lightning snake.

He pushed the "Three Thousand Lightning Movements" to the limit; every step left charred footprints on the bluestone.

This was an extremely profound lightning-type movement Divine Ability recorded in his "Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Canon."

Jiang Che transformed into a clear breeze, executing the "Wind-Chasing Carefree Roam."

This was Jiang Che's wind-attribute movement Divine Ability.

The sword light was like a rainbow, aiming directly for Chen Zilong's right leg.

However, the gap in cultivation was simply too large. Within a few breaths, the wind-chasing sword arrived like a shadow.

"Sshhh—"

The sword blade grazed his calf, drawing a string of blood beads.

Chen Zilong groaned, kneeling on one knee as the lightning light gradually dissipated.

Jiang Che pressed his advantage, the sword momentum like a rainbow.

At the critical moment, Chen Zilong's mind raced, and a three-foot-long glazed needle flew from his mouth.

The needle was as transparent as crystal, with seven-colored rays flowing within it, lightning intertwined.

"Go!"

He pinched a Dharma seal, and the Jade Pivot Glazed Needle split in response.

In an instant, thousands of small flying needles descended like a rainstorm, illuminating half the sky with iridescent light.

Jiang Che's expression changed slightly, and he retreated rapidly with the wind:

"It's actually a flying needle-type Magic Treasure!"

His sleeves fluttered as he laid down layers of wind barriers in front of him.

The flying needles collided with the wind wall, emitting crisp clinking sounds and splashing countless spiritual lights.

Flying needle-type Magic Treasures are recognized in the Cultivation world as the most difficult to refine.

Not only do they require immense Divine Sense and exquisite Artifact Refining techniques, but they also require unique sacrificial refining secret methods that match the Cultivator's main Cultivation Technique.

Once refined, they kill invisibly and have tremendous lethality!

Chen Zilong bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

The flying needles filling the sky suddenly converged, re-condensing into a three-zhang giant needle, piercing the air like an arrow leaving the string!

This strike was faster than imaginable. Although Jiang Che dodged to the side in time, his left shoulder was still pierced through.

Fresh blood instantly stained his cyan robe. He looked down at the wound, his face full of shock.

"What a pity..." Chen Zilong sighed inwardly.

The gap in cultivation is like a chasm; he had exhausted all his strength and could only inflict this minor flesh wound.

Jiang Che slowly raised his head, his eyes burning with rage.

Being injured by a Golden Core Cultivator was a supreme humiliation!

His Spiritual Qi surged around him, and a fierce wind rose, causing the ancient trees in the courtyard to rustle.

Clouds and mist surged, and the entire Saintess Peak was shrouded under terrifying pressure.

"A mere Golden Core, to be able to injure me, you can be proud of yourself!"

Jiang Che shouted sternly, "Wind Brake Sword Gang!"

The wind-chasing sword flew into the air, transforming into a ten-zhang giant sword, surrounded by thousands of Sword Qi.

Every strand of Sword Qi was solid, exuding bone-chilling coldness.

The giant sword pressed down with the force of ten thousand jun; Chen Zilong could even feel his skin stinging from the Sword Qi.

He summoned the Five Thunders Heavenly Heart Armor without hesitation, the deep blue lightning armor covering his body, lightning flowing ceaselessly.

He didn't know if he could withstand this full-strength strike from a Soul Transformation Cultivator.

Because this Divine Ability was Jiang Che's strongest.

Just at this life-and-death moment, snow suddenly began to fall between heaven and earth.

It was not ordinary snow.

Every snowflake contained extreme cold power, and wherever it passed, even the Spiritual Qi was frozen.

The giant sword and Sword Qi froze in the air, their surfaces rapidly covered with a layer of frost.

"Crack—"

With a crisp shattering sound, the frozen Sword Gang broke inch by inch.

The wind-chasing sword returned to its original form and clattered to the ground. The remaining Sword Qi all turned into crystalline ice powder and drifted away with the wind.

Jiang Che was hit hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale instantly.

In the Void Realm, Xu Qingyue stepped on ice and arrived.

A purple dress fluttered in the wind like a blooming ice lotus.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, her skin whiter than snow, and coldness like thousand-year frost condensed between her brows and eyes.

With every step she took, an ice lotus bloomed beneath her feet, the petals translucent, refracting the morning light.

She landed in front of Chen Zilong, cold air overflowing as her sleeves brushed by.

When her gaze swept over Jiang Che, murderous intent was chilling in those beautiful eyes.

"Jiang Che, you have some nerve."

Her voice was like crushed jade hitting ice, every word clear. "Daring to hurt my husband, if you don't give an explanation today, then stay on this Saintess Peak forever."