CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 267: THE GREAT CALAMITY BEGINS! [2 CHAPTERS COMBINED]_2

The shock in Sikong Xuanji’s eyes gradually faded away.

Listening to the frenzied shouts from the foot of Immortal Suspended Mountain, his face turned increasingly grim.

The armrest of the great chair had long been crushed to powder by his grip without him realizing it.

"Chen Zhixing!"

He squeezed out these three words from between his teeth, his voice as cold as ice, with a hint of... fear he hadn’t even noticed himself.

A Nirvana Realm cultivator, one with truly profound and flawless strength.

Not only did he fail to kill Chen Zhixing, but he was instead killed by Chen Zhixing in the Ancient Land Mini World, his vitality and longevity completely drained!

This was beyond shocking!

If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, he would never have believed it!

"Patriarch, this Chen Zhixing now has the support of the masses; he has truly become influential."

Beside Sikong Xuanji, an old man in a black robe spoke in a low voice.

"Support of the masses?"

Sikong Xuanji laughed, as if he had heard a funny joke, his chuckle turning into loud laughter.

"These low-level cultivators, what do they know? They are nothing but fools led by public opinion without the ability for independent thought, swayed sometimes to anger, sometimes to passion, sometimes to pity, sometimes to self-pity.

Simply guide them slightly, send someone to spread the word that Chen Zhixing is arrogant and has repeatedly looked down on low-level cultivators, mocking them for their lack of strength and resources, and naturally, everything will be overturned."

The old man in the black robe nodded.

He was quite familiar with this tactic. In the Huai State area, when the Sikong family rose to power, they too had many equally matched rivals.

They used this method more than once, stirring up public outrage, leading to the rivals’ ruin and disgrace, attacked by everyone.

And all this was extremely simple to achieve.

Just focus on that person’s words, and whenever there’s the slightest flaw or inappropriate point, exaggerate and amplify the statement, elevating it to the highest moral ground.

And when someone is out to find fault, who can ensure that every word they speak is flawless?

In this way, those cultivators living at the lower levels of the cultivation realm, already dissatisfied with life,

will immediately attribute all their misfortunes to that person.

Human nature is complex, it admires strength, yet also envies it.

At this stage.

The Sikong family only needs to find some provocateurs to incite and fan the flames, wielding the moral high ground.

Naturally, there will be people united by a common hatred, rallying together to attack.

The one who is against them will fall from grace as a matter of course.

"But, Patriarch, the Ziwei Chen Family is not in Huai State, and Chen Zhixing does not seem to care much about external evaluations; this tactic might be ineffective against him?"

The old man in the black robe shook his head and asked.

Sikong Xuanji said nothing, his face stormy, lost in thought.

It wasn’t until much later,

he finally took a deep breath and slowly said:

"This is the last chance to kill Chen Zhixing!"

"Once Chen Zhixing enters the Immortal Tao Lineage, killing him will be as difficult as climbing to the sky!"

"Thus, at the moment Chen Zhixing appears, use the clan guardian Longevity Soldiers to directly crush him, leaving no chance!"

At this point.

Sikong Xuanji paused in his speech, then asked: "How long until the clan guardian Longevity Soldiers can be delivered here?"

The old man in the black robe replied with cupped hands:

"Reporting to the Patriarch, by noon tomorrow at the latest, the clan guardian Longevity Soldiers will have arrived at Immortal Suspended Mountain!"

"Good!"

Sikong Xuanji nodded heavily, taking a deep breath, battle intent surging in his eyes.

"Prepare the family."

"Once Chen Zhixing is dead, prepare to go to war with the Ziwei Chen Family!"

"Yes!" The old man in the black robe showed a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

Meanwhile.

In a remote corner of Immortal Suspended Mountain.

A figure with flesh wings, covered in demon patterns, gray-white hair draped over his shoulders, sat cross-legged, slowly opening his eyes.

He looked at the profound light mirror above Immortal Suspended Mountain, then lowered his head again, murmuring to himself:

"Sanbao, Father will soon avenge you."

With these words, he closed his eyes again and quietly waited.

.....

.....

Ancient Land Mini World.

At some unknown time, it started to rain a fine and continuous drizzle.

All the traces of battle were gradually washed away by the rainwater, disappearing without a trace.

Chen Zhixing lay there on the ground, falling into a deep sleep.

Three days had already passed since his battle with the old man in the filthy robe.

And during these three days, Chen Zhixing just lay quietly on the ground, as if comatose, unmoving.

He fell into an unprecedented moment of weakness.

Midway.

Some bold individuals tried to take this opportunity to seize the Immortal Martial Order from Chen Zhixing.

However, even before getting within three zhang of Chen Zhixing,

a cyan sword aura burst forth, piercing and killing them instantly.

Chen Zhixing was unconscious for three days, during which the Cyan Pheasant Sword hovered around him, acting as his guardian.

Hiss hiss hiss.

Time flew by in a flash, and another two days passed.

As the sky cleared once again, birds from afar brought grass seeds to this desolate region.

The land that had been turned to ruins due to the battle between Chen Zhixing and the old man in the dirty soap robe began to show signs of life again.

Chen Zhixing’s body, which was like a tattered sack, also started to recover over these five days.

Suddenly.

Soft footsteps approached slowly from far to near.

Whoosh—!

The Cyan Pheasant Sword, originally lying beside Chen Zhixing, soared into the sky, positioning itself in front of Chen Zhixing, vigilantly staring forward.

A tall figure with loose black hair, dressed in a black dragon emperor robe, and wearing a golden mask slowly stepped forward.

In an instant.

Countless observing prodigies in the distance exchanged glances, their minds slightly shaken.

Wui Duolong!

The second-ranked on the Longevity Celestial Pride Rankings, a presence second only to Chen Zhixing in this world!

Also the individual who has obtained the most Immortal Martial Orders in this Great Competition of the East Profound Domain to date!

"Wui Duolong... Why is he coming here at this time?"

The prodigies spying from afar squinted their eyes, filled with speculation.

This was when Chen Zhixing was at his weakest.

For Wui Duolong to appear at this time...

Without ulterior motives, who would believe it?

Pfft—!!

A Cyan Rainbow Sword Qi suddenly slashed down, creating a gigantic sword trench one zhang in front of Chen Zhaosheng.

Chen Zhaosheng looked up, his gaze penetrating the mask to see Chen Zhixing, who was securely protected behind him.

"Does this mean to warn me not to step forward any further?"

Chen Zhaosheng narrowed his eyes, halted his steps, and said softly with open hands:

"I have no ill intentions, I’m merely here to discuss something with your master..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

A sharp light flashed in Chen Zhaosheng’s eyes as he suddenly shifted sideways.

Bang!!!

A powerful sword aura slashed past him,

Although it missed, it continued to extend forward, splitting the land for a thousand zhang in half, as if it was slicing through the sea!

The Cyan Pheasant Sword’s tip aimed at Chen Zhaosheng once more, vibrating continuously, emitting sharp sword cries.

The intent was obviously very clear.

[Stop rambling nonsense, if you take another step forward, I’ll cut you down!]

Seeing this, Chen Zhaosheng helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose.

Just when he was at a loss for what to do next.

"Cyan Pheasant, let him come over."

A gentle voice, as mild as jade and slightly weak, sounded beside the Cyan Pheasant Sword.

The Cyan Pheasant Sword hesitated, pointed its tip again at Chen Zhaosheng, and then ’looked’ at Chen Zhixing, as if asking: Are you sure?

"Yes, let him come over."

The Cyan Pheasant Sword’s tip flipped over and lay down beside Chen Zhixing again.

However, even so, as Chen Zhaosheng approached step by step, the Cyan Pheasant Sword remained extremely alert.

As if any hint of malice from Chen Zhaosheng would spark its immediate backlash.

"Chen Zhixing..."

Chen Zhaosheng stopped in front of Chen Zhixing, looking down at him with a complex expression.

He imagined Chen Zhixing would be strong now.

So strong that even if he had taken over all of Wui Duolong’s methods, he wouldn’t stand a chance against Chen Zhixing.

But he never thought...

To kill Nirvana with True Self!!

That was using the True Self to strike down Nirvana!

Not to mention it had never happened in this era.

Even having absorbed all of Wui Duolong’s memories, he hadn’t sensed any mention of a prodigious figure like Chen Zhixing in ancient times!