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  In the midst of the stormy weather in Luzhou, Chen Jingzheng was being pursued by Luo Fu's master sister who had received the Palm Order, while in Jiuhua Prefecture, Xiu Chunwan was experiencing a warm and blossoming spring. Since Chen Jing left, the calm river domain suddenly transmitted a unique rhythm from upstream. This rhythm directly shook the Imperial Symbol soul, although the Xiu Chunwan deity did not have consciousness, its true body still lingered within Xiu Chunwan, enjoying incense offerings, absorbing heaven and earth spiritual energy, and refining the divine image with the essence of the river domain's spiritual energy. However, Chen Jing's physical body was elsewhere, his soul had the Imperial Symbol, which sensed and transmitted to Chen Jing thousands of miles away.

  At night, the big red shrimp came to the River God Temple and said loudly: "River God, the Dragon King has made an appointment."

  The river god was motionless, without any echo, just like an inanimate object. In the heart of the big red shrimp, Chen Jing had not appeared again since a year ago, and had not said another word.

  This big red shrimp is anxious to the point of being unable to bear it, and Jinhe Dragon King's pointing out that he can't go is unavoidable. If he doesn't go, he will be stripped of his divine position and his soul will scatter. But he has no way out, so every day he wanders around in the river temple, shouting.

  The source of Jinghe River is in Kunlun Mountains, and the palace of Dragon King of Jinghe River is also located at the foot of Kunlun Mountains.

  This water source is not just a superficial gathering of rivers and streams, but a spiritual spring that gushes up from the ground, carrying the dense spiritual energy of Mount Kunlun. For thousands of years, this spiritual energy has transformed countless living beings into demons, yet only one ordinary snake truly stood out, eventually transforming into a dragon and usurping the throne of the Dragon King of Jing River.

  However, he had always had a wish in his heart, that one day he could occupy the Kunlun spiritual vein. He believed that as long as he occupied the spiritual vein, he would be able to borrow its power to transform from a python into a dragon, and then soar through the clouds, roam freely in the void, bring forth clouds and rain, and become the only Dragon King in the world today. That's why 100 years ago, he stirred up the waters of the Jing River to flood the Kunlun Mountains, wanting to drive away the Kunlun Sect that was entrenched in the mountains. However, when he fought with the people of the Kunlun Sect, he lost. Over the past 100 years, he had been quietly cultivating his skills, and although his magical powers had not increased much, but his application of them had reached a new level.

  The deepest part of the Jing River is naturally where the Dragon King of the Jing River lives. He was sitting on a golden throne in a not-so-large traveling palace. Since he saw the layered Taoist temples in Kunlun, he no longer wanted to build his own cave mansion, feeling that no matter how luxurious it was built, it would be like a child's plaything compared to the grandeur of the Kunlun temples.

  He occasionally wonders in the still of night what kind of person could build such a Taoist temple, built according to the mountain's terrain, connected to the underground meridians, and forming an array that can attract the gathering of heavenly spirits. The Jing River is just a collection of spiritual energy overflowing from Mount Kunlun. He also often wonders what happened thousands of years ago, causing the Heavenly Court, which once ruled over all the immortals in the world, to disappear.

  This was just an occasional thought, he spent more time cultivating and nourishing his spirit. Although he hadn't increased his magical powers in a hundred years, his Dao could still grow stronger. Today's him had the confidence to defeat the him of a hundred years ago, even though their magical powers were the same.

  "Heavenly calamity is impassable, then I'll trigger a human calamity, take the opportunity to break through the Jiao body, shed the Jiao body, and prove that Dragon King divine position."

  The human form of the Jialing River Dragon King, sitting on a golden throne, his right hand slowly and heavily patted a short pillar beside the seat, and ripples spread out from the jade-white short pillar, spreading along the Jialing River to a very distant place.

  The world is still calm, but the Jing River has been shaken.

  Chen Jing naturally also felt the gathering information of the Jiao Long Wang, since leaving the Embroidered Spring Bay God statue, he slowly discovered that he had not actually separated independently. It was just a mental separation, and his true fundamental soul was still in the god statue. If the god statue were to be destroyed, then the yin spirit attached to the Jian Die would become rootless, and it would surely perish with the wind.

  Chen Jing felt the Dragon King of Jinghe River calling him in his heart, and he was leaving Luzhou Luofu. Now he is rushing back, but Daoshi Liucheng of Luofu Sword Sect is closely following behind him.

  On the mountain top under the radiant glow of sunset, Chen Jing stood still, while on the opposite mountain top, Licheng was standing. In the midst of the sunset glow, Licheng raised his head to drink wine, gazing at Chen Jing.

  Chen Jing said to Licheng from afar: "Let's have a talk."

  "Good." He replied crisply and refreshingly, but his voice was very cold.

  Chen Jing smiled and said: "You also saw that I didn't get the Luo Fu's 'Ji Jian Xin Jing' at all. If I had obtained it, my sword aura wouldn't be so scattered."

  "I know." Lidian said with another sip of wine, her high ponytail blown back by the wind.

  "Then why are you still chasing me?" Chen Jing said.

  He raised his head and took a sip of wine, without saying a word.

  Chen Jing said, "You've been chasing me for half a month now, why don't we both take a break?"

  "Good." Lidi replied immediately.

  Chen Jing sighed and said: "You are a person who doesn't keep his promises, you don't mean what you say."

  He raised his head, took another sip of wine, and looked at Chen Jing without saying a word.

  "Uh, how about this, I'll go find my senior sister and get the 'Ji Jian Xin Jing' that you borrowed from Luo Fu back from her, return it to you, and let you take it back. That way, you won't be punished by your master either."

  "Good." Lidian replied quickly as usual.

  "This is good, that's good, can you let me go?" Chen Jing suddenly asked.

  A hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and with a sword blade clutched between two fingers, he vanished into thin air. Chen Jing instantly transformed into a beam of sword light shooting towards the sky, while behind him, another beam of sword light flickered and chased after him.

  Chen Jing had fought with Licheng countless times in the past half month, but each time he was at a disadvantage and could only escape. After all, she was the eldest disciple of the Luofu Sword Sect, and whether it was the swordsmanship or cultivation techniques, she was far superior to Chen Jing. If Chen Jing hadn't spent 300 years in Qin Guang City, condensing his sword energy into a sword aura, he would still be at the stage of just condensing his energy. Moreover, he didn't have the orthodox method of offering sacrifices to the sword, and even if he succeeded in creating a sword aura or transforming his body, it was only after risking his life that he achieved success, and even then, compared to Licheng, who was the true heir of the Luofu Sect, he was still far inferior.

  A round moon, a sword light, a block of turbulent and uneven void stirred by the sword light.

  Chen Jing's figure emerged, with a loose sword light in his hand, which looked particularly ethereal under the moonlight, as if Chen Jing had plucked a strand of cloud from the edge of the sky. Lidi held a wine gourd in one hand and pinched a hint of icy sword light between his index and middle fingers, while he and Chen Jing danced and fluttered under the starry night sky.

  Swift Sword Technique, sword intent and mental state entwined together, fundamentally indistinguishable, like two butterflies fluttering in the night sky. The demonic creatures below in the mountainside lifted their heads to swallow spiritual energy, suddenly frightened and hiding in their own caves, terrified as they watched the flash of killing aura in the sky.

  "What is that?" a little bird asked another little bird living in the same valley.

  "It seems like two people."

  "Nonsense, of course it's two people, could it be two birds?"

  "That's also uncertain, maybe it's just our predecessor in the bird world." said another little bird.

  Chen Jing didn't know if Lichuan had done his best, but he knew he himself had given it his all. Whether it was the Instant Sword Technique, mental strength, or sword intent, he had used them to their fullest extent. The only thing he hadn't used was the Butterfly's innate divine ability.

  But instead of retreating, Chen Jing felt the pressure increasing. The opponent's swordsmanship unfolded like the wind and snow in Lushan, endless and unstoppable.

  Although that was the case, Chen Jing still relied on his swordsmanship to fight against Lichun, without thinking of using the butterfly's ultimate illusion technique. He didn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary, for if his life were truly in danger, that would be his only means of escape. Moreover, Chen Jing wasn't sure whether this illusion technique could even confuse Lichun, as someone with her strong willpower was extremely difficult to deceive. Luo Fu was also a thousand-year-old sect, who knows what kind of sword techniques she had practiced to specifically break through illusions.

  Time passed day by day, Chen Jing transformed into a butterfly in the void, desperately flying away. Around the butterfly's body, there was a small sword blade without a handle, slashing up and down, left and right, agile and cold, as if the void would solidify wherever it passed. The butterfly under the sword flew swiftly, as if it were in a stormy rain, on the verge of destruction at any moment.

  He galloped towards Huazhou, and Chen Jing, who was under the sword net of Yao Guang, felt as if he was in a snowstorm. No matter where he looked, there were snowflakes falling everywhere, but he knew they weren't snowflakes, they were sword tips, and touching them would be fatal.

  Chen Jing had been practicing since he was young, and his body had long been impervious to the cold. However, now he felt a chill all over his body, as if he were a butterfly struggling in the snow. The cold sensation grew heavier, and it seemed to be forming a layer of frost on his skin, freezing the space around him. Chen Jing slowly felt a sense of heaviness, as if the butterfly's wings had already been frozen with a layer of ice.

  Chen Jing knew that his own magical power was only the spiritual power of the sword, while the opponent's magical power was much higher, and the corresponding sword key power was also much greater. The distant light of the Yuexia Sword had already brought forth wind and snow wherever it passed. The sword light flashed in the void for a moment, and a flurry of snowflakes danced, with the butterfly swiftly flashing by and disappearing.

  Chen Jing didn't entangle because his strength was no match, if he did, he would definitely fall into the endless sword intent. He flashed and ran away, a cold sword light appeared in front of him, dodged down, crossed the void, the sword light just appeared, the sword was already approaching, in the eyes of the Butterfly of Heaven, this sword was like a void that pierced through the air, the spiritual energy was cut open like an invisible wave and pushed to both sides. Chen Jing exerted himself to dodge to the side, the butterfly's wingtip brushed past, icy sword intent enveloping the butterfly.

  The butterfly dodged and flashed away. Suddenly, a sword light broke through the air from the left side, silently and quietly. The butterfly flew up in an illusory flight and narrowly avoided it again.

  A flash of sword light, a flurry of snowflakes, a butterfly dances and flutters away.

  "For years, he had been practicing his sword skills in the snowy winds of Beilu Prefecture, and now his sword techniques already contained the spirit of wind and snow." Chen Jing thought to himself.