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  Chen Jing's face was suddenly stern, with an invisible pressure bearing down on him, suppressing the feeling in his heart. His face instead broke into a smile. In their eyes, Chen Jing wore a green robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and a faint mist surrounding his body. He walked slowly and calmly, as if treading on waves and chasing after ripples, with a faint smile on his face. The grand hall of the City Guardian's mansion was resplendent and majestic, like walking into a mortal imperial court.

  His heart was surging like a tide, but his face didn't change at all. He felt the oppression and pressure in the hall, silently mobilizing his spiritual power to protect himself. When a god leaves their own domain and enters another god's domain, their aura will inevitably clash, and they can only rely on their spiritual power to protect themselves. Fortunately, the ubiquitous divine ban that was once so strict when the heavenly court appeared in the world is no longer as severe now.

  The threads of water vapor hang down, like a clear mist enveloping the old scenery.

  "Embroidered Spring Bend River God Chen Jing wishes the City God a longevity equal to heaven, and virtues transmitted for ten thousand generations." Chen Jing arrived at the front of the steps, deeply bowed and paid respects, loudly saying.

  Cheng Huan sat on the high platform, he hadn't spoken yet, but Qin Hu shouted: "How dare you, seeing Lord Cheng Huan without bowing, a small river god, how big is your nerve." Chen Jing was slightly surprised in his heart, didn't expect Qin Hu to be so direct, and immediately said: "Immortals don't bow to immortals, gods don't bow to gods, even in the Lingxiao Hall of the Heavenly Court, there has never been a kneeling ceremony. This small god has just taken office as the river god, I don't know when the underworld had a bowing ceremony."

  He was talking about the rules of Tian Ting, and also made it clear that he was originally a river god, belonging to the water system of Si Yu Long Shen, and not a god of the underworld, so there is no need to worship.

  At this time, an old man on the left suddenly said: "It's not that we really want to kneel down and worship the River God of Chunhe, but rather it's a chaotic world nowadays, and Qin land doesn't want everyone to mess up the order of superior and inferior. That's why there is such a remark. However, this can't be blamed on him. According to what I know, although Chunhe is not a place with abundant spiritual energy, it's not barren either. Why did Chen River God only send a thousand-year-old night pearl to congratulate the City God Emperor on his 300th birthday?"

  Chen Jing only then realized that his gift was too light, but the current situation didn't look like a birthday banquet at all. Looking at the two rows of people sitting there, each with a serious expression, even the normally calm Ye Qingxue was silent, only looking at him with some concern. This made him think of Ye Qingxue's three appearances in the temple's shadow. Thinking of this, he quickly composed himself and replied: "This Night Pearl is not an ordinary Night Pearl..."

  Before Chen Jing could finish, a lazy voice rang out: "Even if Ye Ming is not ordinary, he's still just Ye Ming. Even with a thousand years of history, what's so special about that? I see the long sword at your waist, its killing aura faintly visible - it looks pretty good. Why don't you offer it to the City God?"

  Chen Jing turned his head to look, the person speaking was sitting in the second position on the left, the other party just glanced at him lightly and then closed their eyes, with an expression of disdain and arrogance. Looking again at the City God sitting above, not a sound came from him, probably also tacitly approving. Chen Jing's heart felt a chill, and he looked at Qin Hu again, seeing that his eyes were smiling, as if looking at Chen Jing was like looking at a dead man.

  "Is this going to be the death of me?" Chen Jing thought to himself.

  Also feeling the gaze of over a hundred celestial spirits in the grand hall, his heart grew even colder. Suddenly, he had an urge to draw his sword and kill his way out of the city. Just then, a gentle female voice spoke up: "Your Majesty, please forgive him. He is my fellow disciple and junior brother. Two years ago, we were separated, and I suppose that after he first obtained the position of River God, with no treasures in the river and unaware of the etiquette among gods, he made this mistake. I hope Your Majesty will forgive him." This voice was like a warm spring flowing into Chen Jing's heart, and his desire to draw his sword and kill his way out of the city immediately subsided.

  If it's said that who has the deepest influence on Chen Jing in this world, Chen Jing himself would definitely say it's Lao Jianke. If it's said that who understands Chen Jing the most and is closest to him, there's only Ye Qingxue.

  She turned her head to look at Ye Qingxue, who was exactly the same as when she first came to the mountain, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, with her hair styled in a Taoist bun and a purple wooden hairpin inserted at an angle into her black hair, exuding a fresh and elegant feeling that had never changed.

  The hall was quiet, and Cheng Huang sat on it without saying a word.

  Chen Jing's mind was racing with electricity, and he felt more and more that today's situation was unusual.

  The man sitting in the first place on the left spoke up and said, "You didn't know etiquette before, don't you still not know now? The long sword at your waist is presented to celebrate your birthday, do you think the city god can't take it?"

  The other party actually insisted that he surrender his sword. Chen Jing did not turn around, but he could sense that someone's face was cold and indifferent, someone furrowed their brow, and someone sighed, but they were all waiting for Chen Jing to make a decision.

  Before Chen Jing made a decision, Ye Qingxue had already pulled out the purple wooden hairpin from her head, and her black hair fluttered down. She said: "This pin is made of thousand-year-old jujube wood, which has been refined by lightning and has the magical effect of warding off evil spirits and calming the mind. It has also been nurtured and cultivated by my ten years of spiritual power, and can dispel heavenly demons during cultivation."

  Ye Qingxue's words had just come out, but they moved many people. This hairpin was a very good thing for cultivators. There were not many treasures in the world like this warm and nourished thunder-struck jujube wood hairpin. But how could Chen Jing be willing to let her give it away? Since the first time he saw her, she had this hairpin. Others didn't know its origin, but he knew it was the Clear Mind Demon-Subduing Sword passed down by the founder of the Qian Luo Sect.

  Chen Jing's hand had already grasped the hilt of his sword, and he turned to look at Ye Qingxue's eyes. He didn't believe that Ye Qingxue would really be willing to give herself up like this. As long as Ye Qingxue made any indication, he would charge out with his sword.

  His movements were not covert, and whoever saw him put his hand on the hilt of his sword, some people's faces remained calm, some felt incredible, some looked at each other with a playful expression, while others sneered coldly.

  From head to toe, Chen Jing seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, but at this moment, anyone could feel a strong and intimidating aura emanating from him. The relationship between Chen Jing and Ye Qingxue was well-known to everyone present. Ye Qingxue looked gentle and unassuming, like an ethereal being untouched by worldly desires, yet her name had already been stained with blood. Chen Jing was no ordinary person either; his previous battle against the evil dragon of the river god had been a narrow victory in everyone's eyes, but after two life-and-death battles at Maple Forest Ferry, everyone recognized that his strength was now far beyond what it used to be.

  Ye Qingxue simply looked at the City God. The City God sitting high above still hadn't spoken, and his eyes seemed to hold a murderous aura. The great hall was silent, with even the sound of a falling needle audible, as Ye Qingxue pinched the purple hairpin in her hand.

  Maple forest ferry god Xiao Yulou has already taken out a folding fan with a picture of a lady, gently shaking it, her eyes slightly closed, and a smile on her face. Wu Mingshan, the mountain god of Wushan, stood upright with his waist straight, seemingly even more tense than Chen Jing. The goddess of Wushan had originally lowered her eyelids, but now she raised them, and Xul Ling, who was weak and timid, sat there, not daring to look at anyone, also lifted her head, looking at Chen Jing who was about to make a decision.

  Cheng Huang still hasn't spoken up to now, allowing the person closest to him to attack, and in everyone's heart, it has been decided that Cheng Huang is going to deal with Chen Jing. If Chen Jing can humble himself at this time, he might be able to save his life; otherwise, today will be Chen Jing's day of death.

  Just then, the city god spoke up: "As I've heard that Chen He's swordsmanship is quite extraordinary, he must be a man who loves swords. How could I take away something someone loves? This grand birthday celebration was rushed from the start, and it's only normal that Chen He didn't have time to prepare a good gift. Let him sit."

  Not only was Chen Jing surprised, but even Qin Hu was also surprised. Everyone was shocked, and then some people showed a thoughtful expression.

  "Jiang Daochang is an honored guest of the Emperor, how can I neglect his disciples?" Cheng Huang said calmly. Chen Jing was deep in thought, while Ye Qingshu had already bowed to thank him and returned to his seat, naturally taking his place as well.

  Before long, another person came in and knelt down to worship. The gift he brought was not particularly precious, but his kneeling was extremely natural. Someone else came in, offering a precious gift, but without kneeling. Someone shouted at him, but he said that the gods were not under one jurisdiction, and the rituals did not require bowing. Chen Jing had also said this phrase before, but all he heard was the city god sitting above saying faintly: "Take it down."

  Two sword-wielding guards rushed in, and the man was shocked and resisted. A puff of smoke burst from his head, but the city guard's hand pressed down, as if a giant castle had been pressed down on him. He immediately became immobile, unable to speak. The two armored guards dragged him out, and soon one of them presented an angry and unwilling head, along with a mountain-shaped imperial edict.

  Chen Jingxin knew that today's matter was unusual, and he secretly thought: "This is to establish prestige. Just now it was clear that they wanted to kill me to establish prestige, but suddenly changed their minds. It must be because of Ye Shizhi. Although my skills with Ye Shizhi may not be enough to leave this place, it's also not easy to take us down. I think there must still be some people among them who are watching and waiting. If Ye Shizhi and I were to fight him, there will definitely be variables."

  He took another look at the former leader sitting in the first seat on his right, only to see that he was a far cry from the elegant and refined figure of a few years ago. His hair had turned white, and he wore a black robe. From the moment Chen Jing entered until now, he hadn't lifted an eyebrow, as if his spirit was wandering outside. In an instant, Chen Jing felt a sense of obscure danger emanating from him, profound and unfathomable. Suddenly, it dawned on him that Cheng Huang might also be wary of Jiang Liuyun.

  Suddenly, he felt a gaze fall on him, and when he glanced sideways, it was the young master in brocade sitting in the third seat, with a refined and elegant appearance. When Chen Jing looked over, he nodded and smiled. Chen Jing smiled slightly, but his heart was filled with doubts about this person's origins, and yet he was sitting right below Ye Qingxue, apparently another powerful cultivator.

  Just then Cheng Huang asked: "In the territory of Ba Ling, which god has not arrived?"

  Someone immediately replied: "Only the mountain god of Cuiping Mountain has not arrived."

  "There is courtesy in speech."

  "No gift was sent."

  Cheng Huang's eyes narrowed, his killing intent overflowing, and the hall suddenly turned cold. All that could be heard was his icy voice saying, "Good, very good."

  Chen Jing couldn't help but think of the Green Screen Mountain God he saw in the mist when he borrowed the law, that kind of dominance, I'm afraid it's coming and must fight with this city god.

  The city's killing aura suddenly appeared, but instantly disappeared. All that was heard was him saying: "Today is my 300th birthday, everyone has come to celebrate, and I should be hosting a banquet, but today the heavenly court's dignity is not present, the underworld is in chaos, and there are people spying on the tenth hall of my kingdom, where Qin Guang Wang sits. Today, I want to take you all to Qinwang City to slay demons, what do you think?"

  P.S: Collecting.