"Having come to Huainan City, why not go to my home for a small sit?" The middle-aged woman said while pouring tea, her eyes looking at the tea water, just like an elder speaking to a younger one.

  Ye Qingxue looked at her and took over the tea water she had pushed over, saying: "I didn't come here to have fun, I don't want to disturb."

  "The city of Huainan is actually still very quiet and beautiful, why don't you go take a look, it should be able to dispel the annoyance in your heart." said the middle-aged woman.

  "I'm not feeling suffocated, as long as I find what I'm looking for, I won't feel suffocated." Ye Qingxue rotated the teacup in her hand and said with a lowered head.

  A middle-aged woman shook her head and smiled, "When you find it, you will lose yourself. Look at you now, you don't even dare to get close to the dust in the air, you are already losing, if you keep searching like this, you will lose even more."

  Ye Qingxue lowered her head and looked at the tea in the teacup, without responding.

  "I've long heard about you, and many people have told me about you. In my heart, you are a crystal clear jade. Now that I see you, it proves that my feeling was right." The middle-aged woman said: "However, I am worried, because in this beautiful jade, other things have appeared. It's not something that has been contaminated from the outside, but rather something that has grown from within. I'm afraid that once it starts, it can't be stopped, and it will no longer be crystal clear."

  "What should I do then?" Ye Qingxue asked in a low murmur, her head bowed.

  The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "I'll take you to my home to see someone. The things on your mind are his specialty. He often talks about these things when he's free, I've just heard them many times, so today I'll pass them on to you."

  Ye Qingxue followed the middle-aged woman upstairs, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd. Some curious people chased after them but lost their trail in no time. For a while, rumors spread like wildfire, and everyone began to discuss it.

  A few days later, someone said that the white-clothed woman was seen leaving the city at the city gate. When they chased after her outside the city, however, nothing could be seen. The wine tower was immediately renamed "临仙楼" by the old boss, and the tea set used by Ye Qingxue was sealed away. It's hard to buy a look, only true nobles have the qualifications to sit in that position and enjoy the tea brewed from that teapot.

  Chen Jing is still alive, living extremely hard, his consciousness is also still there, but it's like a candle in the wind.

  He was powerless to escape, and had been surrounded at the Dragon Slaying Slope. Legend has it that this slope was once a sacrificial altar, but due to the passage of time, it had completely changed its appearance, covered with maple trees. At this moment, it was the autumn wind whistling, the maple leaves were like blood, and the trees and ground were all dyed crimson, just like the dragon's blood flowing when it was slaughtered here in those years.

  The surroundings of the Dragon Slope have been surrounded by monks from various sects in Heiying Province. Chen Jing also didn't plan to escape anymore, nor did he think he could get out. Jiuhua Province was too far away, so far that he had already lost his confidence in returning.

  He didn't know how many people he had killed, nor did he know how many people were chasing him. He was always in a daze, his consciousness sometimes clear and sometimes confused. Later on, he finally fell into a state of semi-consciousness, so when he lay under a maple tree, he just stared at the sky. The sky was a bloody red, which was the color of the maple leaves.

  He could no longer distinguish whether it was blood or maple leaves, nor could he tell the sky from the earth, and he didn't know why so many people wanted to come and kill him.

  The slanting sun shines alone, the evening clouds are like blood.

  In a sea of maple trees, the ground was covered with bright red maple leaves. Under one of the maple trees, a damaged skull leaned against the base of the trunk, with a hiltless sword tightly grasped in its bony hand. A layer of grayish-white spiritual light still flowed on the surface of the sword, and through the light, several cracks could be seen on the blade. Next to it, a grayish-white butterfly fluttered as if alive.

  This sword had already become a sword aura in the underworld for over 300 years, and since the sword aura was formed by absorbing the energy of yin spirits, it was black. After returning to the world of humans, much of the yin spirit energy dissipated, but the sword aura did not dissipate; rather, the layer of spiritual energy that had not fully formed into a sword aura dissipated, so the sword aura looked much thinner and turned white.

  It's said that after Chen Jing left, the law enforcement power was equivalent to refining and purifying Qi. However, he managed to escape for so long before being cornered here. Firstly, it's because he has the law enforcement power of three river domains on him, which is equivalent to the combined power of three people at the Refining and Purifying Qi level. Although this is far inferior to the power of Purifying Qi and becoming a god, victory in a battle of laws has never been solely determined by who has the higher law enforcement power.

  Especially since he belongs to the Tao of Gods, there is a subtle connection between the Tao of Immortals and the Tao of Gods. He no longer simply uses magical powers, but has reached the level of momentum, allowing him to exert his limited magical powers to achieve strength comparable to that of refining Qi and transforming into a god. Furthermore, with his swordsmanship, his sword aura has taken shape, and his Instant Sword can slay even immortals and Buddhas. A first-level Transforming-into-God expert would likely be powerless against this sword technique when facing it for the first time. However, no matter what kind of magic is used, once it becomes known to others and they are on guard, it will be difficult to achieve the expected effect again.

  Droplets of clear light fell down, transforming into people. These people quietly gazed at Chen Jing. Several others descended from the sky, standing on branches and mountain peaks. Regardless of whether they were male or female, each one was exceptionally handsome.

  Chen Jing looked at them, but it was as if he had seen nothing. He vaguely heard their conversation, but it seemed to be coming from afar, and his mind was in a daze. For no reason, he felt a chill in his heart, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

  Is it the wind that's cold, or is it the sunset that's cold? Or are those people's gazes cold? He can no longer tell, all he knows is that he feels a chill from the bottom of his heart.

  He saw someone walking towards him, he thought he should do something, the sword's aura suddenly lit up, but then went out. When his sword shone with light, they stopped, and then slowly approached again.

  But just then he seemed to hear a sound, wanting to listen carefully but couldn't quite make it out, only feeling a warmth that welled up from deep within his heart.

  He was no longer clear-headed, but a voice echoed in the void, and others clearly heard it.

  Ye Qingxue has arrived.

  The voice arrived before the person did.

  "This person, you cannot kill." The voice was clear and crisp, like the autumn wind blowing gently, or like the evening sun shining down on the space, everything was so natural, yet so cold.

  "Why can't I kill." A young man in black stood atop a mountain rock, gazing up at the sky. Suddenly, someone descended from the heavens, wearing white robes that fluttered in the wind, with black hair scattered everywhere. His body was suspended in mid-air, without touching even a speck of dust.

  "Because he is a fellow disciple of Mount Qianluo, and is my junior brother under Master Ye Qingxue."

  Chen Jing could no longer hear anything, everything that reached his ears was like a clear spring flowing, like the wind rustling through the treetops. Everything he saw with his eyes seemed to be very far away from him, everything seemed to have nothing to do with him. Then he saw lightning, saw flames, saw the void born of waves inch by inch annihilated.

  He also saw that in front of him, a white figure had appeared, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any moment. However, only his clothes fluttered, but he never took a step back or forward. With a wave of his hand, flashes of dazzling and serene lightning shot out, one after another, people rushed forward, and one after another, they retreated.

  The red silk between heaven and earth was replaced with black cotton clothes. The stars appeared in the sky, and the moon came out.

  The calm lightning flashed brighter and brighter, illuminating the sky like daylight. In the blink of an eye, someone fell to the ground, only for another person to rush forward immediately after.

  The night turned into day again, and the figure in front of him was still there. Still monotonously and calmly casting out flashes of lightning, Chen Jing suddenly woke up.

  Looking at the figure standing in front of her, she shouted: "Sister."

  Yue Qingshu turned back, smiled lightly and said: "It's nothing, just sleep for a while and you'll be fine."

  Chen Jing wanted to say that he was afraid of falling asleep and never waking up again, but in the end, he didn't open his mouth. He still lay there watching, watching the people from various sects gathered far away, until now Chen Jing realized that the number of people was many times more than when they were chasing him. However, they did not rush forward all at once, but came up one by one.

  Watching disciples of various sects and schools come on stage, only to be struck down by a bolt of lightning from Ye Qingxue and then taken away.

  Pushing dead branches, no one can match this enemy. This is Chen Jingruo's thought after being sober for a while.

  The people who fell down were not in mortal danger, but had only temporarily lost their combat effectiveness.

  Chen Jing also found that the people around him were constantly increasing, and they surrounded Ye Qingxue from a distance. He couldn't help but think, "Is Sister Ye going to fight with them one by one?" As he thought this, he fell into that half-dreaming state again.

  He lay under the tree, feeling as though a long time had passed, yet also feeling as though only an instant had elapsed. Suddenly, a muffled thunderclap sounded in his ears, and he was startled awake to see Ye Qingxue standing in mid-air, pointing at the sky with her hand. In the sky, a bolt of lightning like a silver dragon flashed by, bringing with it a destructive aura that shook the heavens. And in front of her stood a Daoist priest who looked to be in his forties or fifties, wearing a moon-white robe and holding a snow-white feather duster, gazing up at the lightning bolt in the sky with a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

  His hand grasped the duster, and in an instant, even the sound of the surging electric flowers disappeared. With a wave of the duster, a shapeless gust of wind appeared, first as a wisp, then as a mass, and in the blink of an eye, it had formed into a tornado. The maple leaves on the ground were swept up, shattered into powder in an instant, turning the originally shapeless tornado grayish-black. The surrounding disciples of the Immortal Sect retreated one by one, with many more retreating together, for there were still many people who had been defeated by Ye Qingxue.

  Maple forest moves, sky clouds move, heaven and earth spiritual energy sweeps across.

  Rocks rolled into it and turned into powder, where they passed, big trees turned into powder.

  The tornado rushed straight at Ye Qingxue. Chen Jing almost opened his mouth to shout out loud, the sword in his hand had already been raised, and the sword tip was trembling.

  Ye Qingxue stood in mid-air, pointing at the sky, loudly chanting: "Nine Nights Divine Thunder, resplendent heavenly power, with my body as bait."

  The dim sky and earth suddenly lit up at this moment, as if even the thick mountains became transparent under the lightning.

  Stillness, a stillness that pervades heaven and earth. The eyes cannot see anything, yet there is a figure directly imprinted on the pupils.

  All that can be seen is the magnificent lightning bolt in the sky rushing straight towards Ye Qingxue, and at the same time, the black tornado has swallowed up Ye Qingxue.