Chen Jing only felt that his smile was exceptionally dazzling, and he couldnt help but look away. After a while, he said: "If, I mean if, you had the chance to leave this place, would you be willing to leave?"

  Xian Zhen thought for a moment before responding in a crisp tone: "Im willing."

  Since he was willing, Chen Jing didnt say anything else and let him go back without asking him to prepare anything, fearing that he would accidentally reveal something to Ming Xing.

  The night deepens, a crescent moon like a hook.

  Chen Jing arrived at the Medicine Garden and looked at Ye Qingxue sitting on top of a thatched cottage under the starry moonlight. In Chen Jings eyes, Ye Qingxue was a true cultivator, the only one in the entire Qian Luo Gate who had her heart set on the Tao. Chen Jing came to this conclusion regardless of the fact that she had saved his life before; it was all based on her actions and behavior.

  After a long time, Ye Qingxue finished her work and looked at Chen Jing, saying: "Youre leaving?"

  "Ah, Im here to bid farewell today, as Ill be leaving Qianluo Mountain soon." Chen Jing replied.

  "You should have entered the Qianluomen, and all past grievances would have been borne by Qianluomen. But nows Qianluomen is no longer the same as when the ancestors were alive, it has lost its power to protect its disciples. Leaving is good, leaving is good, leave today!" Ye Qingxue said to Chen Jing while sitting on a thatched cottage, she repeated "leaving is good" twice and told Chen Jing to leave today, which made Chen Jing feel like if he didnt leave now, something bad would happen later.

  He wanted to ask Ye Qingxue if there was anything that would be discovered, but in the end he didnt speak up. There were rumors in Qianluomen that Ye Qingxues magical powers were not under the control of the sect leader, so if something really happened, Chen Jing should worry about himself, so he didnt ask.

  "You are cultivating the way of the sword, and before your sword aura is formed, you must avoid fighting with others. Even if its unavoidable, be extra careful not to let your swords spirituality be tainted by others." Yeh Qingxue instructed.

  Chen Jingxuan is a disciple of the late sect master, but his qigong skills were taught by Ye Qingxue. In a sense, Ye Qingxue can be considered his unnamed master, however, its not uncommon for masters to pass on their teachings through generations, so Chen Jing still addresses Ye Qingxue as "Shi Jie" (Martial Sister).

  Ye Qingxue did not approve of Chen Jings practice of swordsmanship. Although both magic and swordsmanship were subject to individual differences in power, swordsmanship was too ordinary, so ordinary that only those who were obsessed with entrusting their lives to the sword would cultivate it.

  "Yes, Master Sister, after I leave, I will choose a quiet place to calm my mind and cultivate, and I will not quarrel with anyone." Chen Jing, with a wooden scabbard long sword hanging from his waist, stood in the starlight, speaking to Ye Qingxue who was sitting at the top of the thatched hut.

  Ye Qingxue sighed and said, "Where is the quiet place in this world? Its up to you to grasp it well, you can go, dont forget that you are a disciple of Qianluomen."

  She finished speaking and took out a green jade from her arms, the green jade was about the size of a palm, in a teardrop shape, with a delicate mountain pattern engraved on its front side. If Chen Jing could fly up to the ninth heaven and look down, he would find that the pattern engraved on it was the Qianluo Mountain Range.

  The green jade transformed into a flowing light that shot towards Chen Jing, who flipped his hand to catch it. As soon as he held it in his hand, he felt warmth, which still carried the body temperature of Ye Qingxue.

  "This is the personal jade of Qian Luomens disciple, originally given by Master, now that youre going down the mountain, its just right to give it to you." Ye Qingxue wore a green Taoist robe, with her hair tied up in a bun and a purple wooden hairpin inserted at an angle. The purple wooden hairpin was shaped like a small wooden sword, Chen Jing saw it for the first time when it was inserted into the crown of the previous sect leader, after his passing, the sword-shaped hairpin appeared on Ye Qingxues head."

  Chen Jing put away the jade symbolizing the thousand Xiao brothers, and then heard Ye Qingxue say: "If one day, a thousand Luo disciples come to you for refuge, I hope you can protect them."

  Chen Jing hesitated for a moment, then said: "If there is, I will naturally protect." When he said the last two words "protect", he had a rather strained feeling. In his opinion, only those who founded a sect or school had the qualifications to say such things. Just now, Ye Qingxue also said that Qianluomen could no longer protect its disciples.

  The word "庇护" also made Chen Jing think of the gods, because the actions of the gods are to enjoy the incense and protect the living.

  "Um, all right, you can go now, today, dont take the road down the mountain, leave from within the mountains." Ye Qingxue said.

  Chen Jingruo felt that if he didnt sense anything out of the ordinary, he would be stupid or pretending not to understand. He immediately asked, "Is something going to happen at Qianluomen?"

  "The whole world is changing, and its not just the Thousand Luo Gate. Three hundred years ago, our ancestor wiped out all the evil spirits on the mountain with one sword, dominating the surrounding areas for a thousand miles. But he didnt expect that less than a hundred years after his death, the Thousand Luo Gate would also disappear. It can be said that from the day of his death, the Thousand Luo Gate was already on the path to extinction." Ye Qingxues tone remained unchanged from start to finish, as if she were discussing something that had nothing to do with her.

  "Is someone going to deal with Qianluomen? Or has someone taken a liking to the spiritual vein of Mount Qianluo and wants to establish their own sect here?"

  The prosperity of a sect is often accompanied by the disappearance of some sects. The Thousand Luo Sect was not the first to establish itself on Mount Thousand Luo, and it seems that it will not be the last either.

  Chen Jing asked the doubts in his heart, and Ye Qingxues answer was beyond Chen Jings expectations. She said: "Because someone said that Qianluo Zushi left behind a spiritual treasure, and on this treasure is the secret of why no one has achieved immortality for thousands of years."

  Chen Jing was taken aback, he hadnt expected such an answer. After a moments thought, he accepted it. A spiritual treasure that could unlock the secrets of the unfulfilled Tao, would be enough to make many people who yearned for immortality flock to it. In this world, there were not a few families that had been destroyed due to rumors like this.

  "Well, sister, arent you leaving?"

  Chen Jing had never thought of staying to guard Qian Luomen, nor had he ever thought of sharing life and death with Qian Luomen. To him, Qian Luomen was just a place to rest, not yet a place worth risking his life to protect.

  "I grew up in Qianluomen since I was a child. When Master passed away and gave me the Qingxin Town Demon Sword, I was destined to protect Qianluomen."

  Chen Jing immediately knew that she couldnt leave, although he had never seen the Qingxin Town Demon Sword, but also knew that this was something that only the leader of the Thousand Luo Gate could possess, and didnt know why it would be given to her instead of being passed down to the current leader Jiang Liuyun.

  Chen Jing took a deep look at Ye Qingxue once again, then turned around and walked away with big strides.

  He didnt return to the Cang Jing Pavilion, but instead headed directly towards the kitchen of Qian Luo Gate. He was preparing to leave the mountain now and take Xian Zhen with him. As he pondered Ye Qingxues words, he suddenly felt that the actions of Men Zhongyuan, Sun Xuantong, and Jiang You, the son of the gate master, in their struggle for future leadership, were like a group of monkeys fighting over a withered tree, only thinking about not letting others occupy it, without noticing that the tree was about to fall at any time.

  Suddenly, he heard a loud shout in his ear: "Who dares to trespass on Qianluomen?"

  "Today is the time for Qianluo Gates name change, those who know the current situation are heroes. Now its still possible to surrender, otherwise, there will only be a dead end." The voice was extremely overbearing, and before it had even finished, a strong spiritual energy fluctuation was transmitted over.

  Immediately afterwards, waves of magical fluctuations surged around, and the sound of magical explosions erupted one after another, as if it was a sudden attack by people all over the Thousand Luo Gate.

  Chen Jing floated up to the rooftop, and with one glance, he saw that the originally peaceful Qian Luo Gate had already fallen into chaos. In three directions - east, south, and west - there were chaotic battles raging on. The son of the gates master, Jiang You, along with several senior brothers, was already engaged in a fierce fight with someone, and judging from their situation, they seemed to be at a disadvantage, on the verge of being taken down at any moment.

  All of this happened suddenly, everything seemed to be calculated. All the elders in the Qianluomen were outside, only the master and his disciples were left. It was clear that they had come prepared, from the silent entry into the Qianluomen, the attacker was extremely familiar with the Qianluomen.

  Chen Jing turned to leave, but a gust of wind blew in, like the cold air that seeps through the door cracks on a winters day. The wind stopped in front of Chen Jing, and an old man with white hair materialized before him, holding a painting scroll. As soon as he appeared, he unrolled the scroll, looked at it briefly, then raised his head to look at Chen Jing, sizing him up from head to toe before exclaiming excitedly: "You are Chen Jing!"

  Chen Jing glanced at him sideways and remained silent.

  "Alright, I too have a lucky day, haha..." The white-haired old man only laughed twice before hurriedly covering his mouth and looking around, as if afraid others would hear.

  Who are you? Chen Jing asked coldly.

  Hehe, dont mind who I am, just know that you yourself are a treasure, hehe...... The old mans eyes sparkled with wit.

  Chen Jingyi heard his words and turned around to leave immediately.

  Nowhere can be walked. The old man sneered and swung his sleeves, and the whole person turned into a gust of wind, disappearing without a trace.

  The wind blew straight towards Chen Jings body, gloomy and icy cold.

  Chen Jings eyes narrowed, the long sword in his hand instantly unsheathed, a faint hum of the sword floated out, his body didnt move at all, but the sword was like a white light slashing through the air, stabbing straight into that cold wind.

  The sword technique is as one with the heart, the sword moves with the mind, and the sword light is like frost.

  Ah...

  A shrill cry rang out, and in an instant, it was gone with the wind. A string of fresh blood scattered through the air, and the old man fell from the void. One hand clutched at his throat, his eyes bulged, and his gaze was filled with terror, revealing an expression of utter incredulity.

  Chen Jing wasnt going to leave, but rather wanted to lure the white-haired old man into making a move, letting him develop a sense of underestimating his opponent. In the old mans eyes, Chen Jings magical powers were ordinary, and the information he had received about Chen Jing only mentioned that he knew some common sword techniques. So when he saw Chen Jing, he was overjoyed, but how could he have known that Chen Jings sword was no ordinary sword, but a spiritual artifact? Ordinary objects couldnt break through his Wind Escape technique, but a spiritual sword combined with the Royal Sword Technique could. Therefore, he was killed by Chen Jing in one strike, and even in death, he refused to believe it.

  Chen Jing, although only skilled in swordsmanship, had read many books on magic and recognized the Wind Displacement Technique at a glance. At this time, the magical techniques that could be performed in the world did not require extremely high magical powers, of course, the power of magic was also much weaker than it was thousands of years ago.

  Sun Xuantong once said that whoever provides information about Chen Jing will receive a spiritual treasure, so if we can catch Chen Jing, the reward will definitely be higher. From his tone, Chen Jing could tell that this old man was an assassin from Balin City.

  "It seems that Sun Xuantong has already informed them of his news in Qianluomen. Are the people who attacked Qianluomen today all of them? If its them, then Id better leave as soon as possible. Chen Jing looked at the chaotic fight and thought to himself, but went straight to the kitchen area."

  The Scripture Pavilion is over there, surrounded by walls.

  Suddenly, a low and solemn command echoed in Chen Jings ears, his heart skipped a beat, thinking that it was indeed directed at him, so he became even more cautious in his stealthy approach.

  It just occurred to him that Ye Qingxue had told him to come down the mountain today, as if he had already anticipated this day would come, but didnt know if she knew something was going to happen today.

  Ah...... You dare, my father will not let you off. The distant Jiang You didnt know when he was already trampled underfoot, struggling to get up, a big man with a cold face stepped forward and stomped his foot on his leg.

  Crunch...

  Ah...

  Jiang Yous whole body was trembling, his leg had already been trampled and broken by that big man.

  Chen Jingru faintly heard Jiang Yous miserable cry in his ear, but he didnt stop his footsteps. Instead, he was puzzled that the master of the Jiang Gate hadnt appeared yet.

  Slipping through corridors and hiding in secret forms.

  Sometimes someone flies over your head and disappears in the blink of an eye.

  In this chaotic scene, Chen Jing was worried that Xian Zhen would die in the chaos, so he quickened his pace, his feet fluttering as if they were barely touching the ground.

  Finally arrived at the location of Qianluomen kitchen, what was seen was a raging fire.

  Chen Jing was shocked in his heart, he knew that Xian Zhens dwelling place was among the houses behind the kitchen. He hastily crossed over the big fire and came to the back, fortunately the fire had not spread there yet.

  The flames rose with the wind and swelled up with a roar, engulfing three or four houses in an instant.

  Chen Jing didnt know which room Xian Zhen lived in and didnt dare to shout loudly, so he had to open each door one by one to search for her. However, every room was empty with no one inside.

  "Chen Jing, you have a big nerve, daring to set fire during the chaos..."

  Just as Chen Jing was searching for Ming Xin, a loud shout suddenly came from behind him. Chen Jing quickly turned around and saw that tens of meters away, at the corner of the wall, a fat-headed, big-eared fatty was standing there, his small eyes gleaming with sinister and ruthless light.

  "This person appeared out of nowhere, as if they were waiting here on purpose." Chen Jing thought to himself, narrowing his eyes and asking in a low voice: "Who are you? This fire wasnt lit by me."

  "Who I am is none of your business, but I saw you set fire with my own eyes." The fat man said loudly and righteously.