A wave of river water rose with the sword, holding up Ye Qingxue in her white dress, with a sword guarding her body.

  The air mass formed by the fierce battle of the crowd before has been dispersed by the sword, and even ordinary people can see the scene in the sky at this time.

  Chen Jing stood on the river's surface, took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy from the river surged into his mouth, swallowed into his dantian, and transformed into a talisman.

  A mysterious voice suddenly rang out, its tone unclear but with the momentum of a surging river. In an instant, the sword rose into the air amidst the sound, its killing intent soaring to the heavens, bringing forth a river-like shadow that seemed to take flight like a water dragon. The sword's hum was like a dragon's roar, unleashing a majestic and boundless killing intent that swept across the land, leaving in its wake the remnants of dark clouds, the sprawling flames that covered the sky, the withered leaves that could devour the spirits of all living things, as well as the evil ghosts and the general wielding the ghost-headed knife, all of which were instantly swept away.

  When the leaves cleared and the snow fell on the river, four people appeared in the sky, each with a look of surprise. Chen Jingjian had already returned to his scabbard, standing still on the waves of the river, looking up at the sky, his green robe fluttering.

  "What kind of person are you." The Taoist priest with withered hands asked in surprise.

  "I am the river god of this place."

  "As a deity, why intervene in the affairs of the immortal path."

  She is my senior fellow student.

  The four people's faces changed slightly, each with their own thoughts.

  "Are you a disciple of Sen no Rikyū?"

  "Finally got revenge for all of you at the grand banquet of destruction, and luckily escaped with my life to settle down here."

  "Since you have already entered the Immortal Path, you are no longer a person of the Fairy Path and cannot interfere with the affairs of the Fairy Path."

  "I don't care about any immortal or divine paths, all I know is that if my sister dies today, I will slaughter you all to the ends of the earth."

  "Preposterous!"

  "You can't compare with us in terms of annihilating an entire family. I have thousands of disciples, all of whom died at your hands. Who is arrogant?"

  "It serves him right."

  "Heh heh, why don't you go chase after Jiang Liu Yun instead? Are you surrounding us here to take the lives of my Shifu and Shidi?"

  These four people are not simple, in the past, any one of them could have easily taken Chen Jing's life. But now he is the River God, with the power of three river domains on him, and it's actually making the four of them dare not to make a move.

  Four people narrowed their eyes, the air condensed, and the temperature dropped sharply. Chen Jing stood still, his sword hanging at his waist, his eyes sharp.

  The difference between practicing the Immortal Tao and the Divine Way lies here. Practitioners of the Immortal Tao absorb the primordial energy of heaven and earth for their own use, cultivating a body with divine powers and magical abilities that can be used throughout the world. On the other hand, gods are restricted by geographical boundaries and are only extremely powerful within their own domain, unless they are orthodox heavenly deities.

  "Hum..."

  The sword hums in its scabbard, murderous intent as cold as ice.

  The four of them changed color, and they naturally knew that this was the sword heart communicating with each other after the sword cultivator reached the state of sword heart clarity. When a killing intention arose in their hearts, the swords would ring out on their own. The four of them looked at each other, and they all saw surprise and a desire to retreat in each other's eyes. Perhaps it was because one of them had thought about retreating, so they saw the intention to retreat in someone else's eyes. When a Taoist wearing a blue robe with an embroidered flame on his back turned around and chased after Jiang Yunfeng, who was fleeing towards the river, the other three looked at Chen Jing one by one before quickly stepping into the air and leaving.

  Chen Jing watched as several people left, then turned around and looked at Ye Qingxue again. She was already awake and seemed to be unharmed.

  She was also looking at Chen Jing, her curved eyebrows were slightly sparse, her eyes were clear and bright, her face was somewhat pale, even her lips were white and bloodless, but the whole person looked exceptionally clean.

  She smiled silently with her lips pursed, but her eyes were filled with surprise and delight.

  "Junior brother is still alive after all, that's great." This familiar term of address and voice gave Chen Jing a feeling as if he had been transported to another world.

  "Yes, sister, I'm still alive." Chen Jing replied with a smile.

  "Have you become a river god?" Ye Qingxue looked Chen Jing up and down, as if to see where he had changed. "Yes, Master Sister, I am now a river god."

  "That's great, you're worshiping the sword, becoming a deity has more time to worship the sword, and won't delay your cultivation, it's just right." Her words were joyful, her speech was accompanied by a smile, Chen Jing could feel that she was really happy for herself.

  But Chen Jing shook his head and didn't answer. Instead, he said: "Sister Master, you can cultivate here, I'll build a cave for you."

  Ye Qingxue shook her head and smiled: "No, I'm leaving right away."

  "Where are you going?"

  "The Master's Uncle is still being hunted."

  "What's it to him? He's no good either."

  Ye Qingxue didn't make a sound, but turned her head away.

  "Sister Shī, everyone says it was Zhǎng Mén who killed our master. Do you believe it?" Chén Jǐng asked cautiously.

  "Don't say that, and don't believe it." Ye Qingxue said, lifting her head. This was the only time Chen Jing had seen her slightly angry, so he didn't say anything else.

  "I'm leaving, your strong personality is a good thing, but it's too sharp and angular. Now that you're alone, you need to cultivate your heart and mind even more, don't easily get into conflicts with others... I'm leaving... Don't easily get into conflicts with others, focus on cultivating yourself." She finished speaking and suddenly disappeared using the Thunder Escape Technique, before Chen Jing could say anything, she had already escaped.

  Ye Qingxue wasn't seriously injured, she was just exhausted from using up all her magic power. Cuiping Mountain God could lend someone else's magic power, Chen Jing acknowledged that he couldn't lend out his own magic power now, but he could use the spiritual power of the river domain to help people recover their magic power and heal their wounds.

  The status of the River God and the Mountain God is equivalent. Chen Jing now recalls that the means of Cuiping Mountain God are still unpredictable.

  He looked up at Ye Qingxue hastily leaving, and suddenly frowned, a heart-piercing pain struck. Far away, he saw him straighten up and fall into the river, his eyes still reflecting Ye Qingxue's gradually disappearing figure.

  The river water submerged, Chen Jing sank into the water, and his pen really sank. A giant red shrimp and a shell with moss appeared under him, backing Chen Jing into the cave, they didn't feel anything wrong on Chen Jing's body. They had to put Chen Jing there, carefully guarding him.

  Piercing pain, wave after wave. No way to resist, because it comes from within the soul.

  In his divine soul, a snow-white worm was biting the riverbed of the imperial edict one mouthful at a time. Chen Jing could only stare blankly, unable to do anything. Each bite from the worm would bring a piercing pain, and the worm would also grow bigger by a fraction.

  The seal has merged with Chen Jing's soul, every bite is gnawing at his soul, the heart-wrenching pain almost drives him mad. He can't suppress or crush it because the worm is between the tangible and intangible, blending into the spiritual energy, merging with his soul...

  Chen Jing didn't know where this worm came from, now he just wanted to focus on driving it out. He knew he had been secretly calculated and must kill the worm as soon as possible, otherwise his soul would be swallowed up and his body would become someone else's tool.

  The riverbed suddenly shattered and turned into white mist. The increasingly large insect seemed to know what Chen Jing was going to do, and with a slight twist of its body, it had already appeared in the midst of the mist. It charged left and right, making it difficult for the mist to condense.

  It was as if it had happened several times before, when suddenly a loud shout was heard and a virtual shadow appeared.

  That illusory shadow opened its mouth and sucked in, the smoke and fog all around were absorbed into its mouth. The shadow suddenly became clear, it was Chen Jing, wearing a green robe, with cold eyes, holding a sword-shaped white light, with a fierce killing intent.

  "This is his intention, and he opens his mouth to ask: 'Are you Qin Hu?'".

  The insect did not respond, he swung his sword and stabbed.

  Just then, the insect suddenly let out a cry, Chen Jing's heart trembled, his spirit was bewildered, the sky and earth turned around, with a feeling of being hit hard on the back of the head. Immediately after that, the Gu worm let out another sharp cry, Chen Jing only felt that the numbness from the blow transformed into a pleasant tingling sensation, the pleasant tingling sensation spread throughout his body, extremely comfortable, the whole person seemed to be floating in mid-air, before his eyes was a sea of flowers, purple and red, as far as the eye could see.

  For a moment, Chen Jing had an illusion that this was the real world, where he grew up since childhood. He denied it to himself, telling himself it was an illusion, that he was confused, but although he warned himself like this, his thoughts became more and more muddled.

  The fragrance of flowers wafts through the air, countless colorful butterflies dance among the blossoms. As I watch them flit about, my heart takes flight. From the time the flowers are in full bloom to when they wither and fall, season after season of blooming and fading, Chen Jing becomes lost in the scene, feeling as though he has transformed into a flower, into a butterfly.

  In that mysterious illusory space, flowers bloomed and fell, while in the real world it was already a severe winter.

  The sky is gray and dull. When the day lily Qingxue left from the embroidered spring bend, both sides of the riverbank were still green, but now they have turned gray and dull.

  The gloomy sky seems to be snowing, and it's also time for snow.

  One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

  Snowflakes fluttering and falling gently and quietly, falling into the Jing River, melting and disappearing.

  The riverbank is slowly turning white, the river surface begins to freeze, and the sky and earth are all white.

  The incense in the River God Temple has not been cut off, and from time to time someone comes to burn incense. Yan Luoniang always comes to the River God Temple, and after winter she comes more often. Each time she sits on the threshold, looking at the river surface.

  One day, when Yan Luoniang came to the Temple of the River God again, she saw a woman, a middle-aged woman who seemed to be untouched by worldly dust, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, with her hair coiled into a bun, and nothing else adorned.

  "Who are you?" Yan Luoniang asked doubtfully. She wasn't afraid, because this was the River God Temple, and in her heart, it was the safest place.

  The other party did not answer, but smiled and said: "Being together is a fate, I want to accept you as a disciple, are you willing?"

  Yan Luoniang had never seen any cultivators before, but she was not unfamiliar with them. The old people in the village would often tell stories about legends, and even the River God had personally witnessed the beheading of demons. She asked, "Alright, but what skills do you have to teach me?"

  "Hehe, watch closely." With that, he stretched out his hand towards the sky outside the temple and lightly shouted: "Come... come... come..."

  Yan Luoniang's eyes widened as she stared at the cloud in the sky, which slowly descended, just like a kite being pulled down by its owner. At first, it wasn't obvious, but as the cloud grew larger in Yan Luoniang's eyes, it eventually enveloped the River God Temple. Then, she chanted: "Collect!" The cloud had transformed into a ball of cotton and was collected in her palm.

  "You see, this matter may be your master?" asked the middle-aged female Taoist.

  Yan Luoniang turned her head and glanced at the River God statue, saying: "This is nothing, our embroidered Spring Bend's River God can behead demons and eliminate evil spirits, with great divine power, can you compare to that?"

  "Haha, the world is vast and the ways of the Tao are endless. What he knows I don't know, what I know he may not necessarily know. How can we compare? If cultivation is only for competing in magical powers and comparing divine abilities, then isn't it just like ordinary people's bravado and recklessness?"

  Yan Luoniang blinked her eyes as she looked at her, seeming to understand yet not quite, but in her heart she felt that what the other said was extremely good, just like a wise and enlightened person.

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