Chapter 84:
Youth: The Heavenly Demon Cauldron [Extra] – In fresh robes on a spirited horse, a single sword to roam free.
The two of them stood on the cauldron, one above and one below.
One was dressed in a skirt, yet it was still difficult to hide his contempt and disdain. The other was in black arrow sleeves, his expression cold and tense.
The young Liao Chen gazed at the young Yan Jingyu. He had always known that Yan Jingyu did not have this kind of expression towards others. Even if it were other demons and devils, although he did not put them in his eyes, he would never be so at loggerheads.
Yan Jingyu had always only targeted him. Those two nostrils were always facing him. He was like the bright moon high above, gazing at Liao Chen, who was deeply mired in the demonic race and did all kinds of evil.
“Who has touched this Lord’s Tianmo Cauldron?!”
When the furious voice came, Yan Jingyu, in his haste, was already unable to restart the explosive talismans inside the cauldron. He glared at the sarcastic Liao Chen. Even though he hated him to the extreme in his heart, when he thought of the remaining eight hundred young girls, he still withdrew his clone and at the same time, sent a message to Qin Zhongyou and the others. The moment Chi Yuan’s figure arrived at the Tianmo Hall, he once again exerted force to push the Tianmo Cauldron down, and at the place where he had confronted Liao Chen, he threw a thunderbolt talisman and instantly disappeared.
The thunderbolt talisman was activated in an instant. Liao Chen, when Chi Yuan arrived, faced the difficulty and shouted, “You despicable villain, where are you running?!”
He chased after Yan Jingyu. And all the shadow-recording pearls in the hall, as if by accident, were completely destroyed by the thunderbolt talisman.
A black dragon divine form circled above the Demon Palace, letting out roars. Yan Jingyu rushed forward without looking back. He knew very well that he had to attract the attention of Liao Chen and Chi Yuan. Only in this way could he ensure that his friends could rescue all those young girls.
The Demon Palace began to tremble. The moment the Sumeru Mustard Seed swallowed the Demon Palace, Yan Jingyu once again threw out a swift-traveling talisman and shot out.
He finally had the time to respond to the relentlessly pursuing Liao Chen behind him, and snorted. “You are the despicable ones. This Lord is resourceful! You fool.”
“You waste! If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!!”
‘Lian Feng’ sped by. Yan Jingyu waved his hand and threw out Du Fang. His figure was like a gust of wind passing through the air, bringing up layers of waves. The corners of his eyes lifted, and he looked back with a faint smile. “I still prefer you to call me treacherous, fool.”
‘Lian Feng’ and Du Fang were repelled with one blow. The two of them caught each other’s swords at the same time.
But in the air, the roar of the black dragon came again, accompanied by Chi Yuan’s command: “Liao Chen, kill him! Kill him—!!!!”
Liao Chen did not dare to be slow. He suddenly accelerated again. “Yan Qi, you have already been burned by the demonic energy in the Tianmo Cauldron. If you don’t treat it in time, I’m afraid your life will be in danger.”
“Thank you for your reminder.” Yan Jingyu cursed, “You lingering villain. When on earth did you discover me?!”
“Immortal Lord Dufang’s treachery and cunning are rarely seen in the world. How could I possibly discover you?”
Liao Chen refused to admit it.
Yan Jingyu looked back at him again. He knew very well that Liao Chen was chasing him relentlessly, and there was bound to be a battle to the death today.
Although it was not the first or second time he had fought this fiend to the death, and logically speaking, he should already have some understanding of the other, every time, he was forced to be willing to fight Liao Chen one-on-one—it was definitely not because he was afraid of him!!
It was just that he felt that this fellow was too reckless when he fought, and Yan Jingyu was always almost forced into a desperate situation by him. He did not like that feeling of being on the verge of death and then being reborn, although it was quite exciting every time he really survived.
Qin Zhongyou and the others had already sent a message, indicating that everyone had been safely led away from the Demon Palace. Yan Jingyu pursed his lips, felt the burning sensation in his meridians, and suddenly held the Du Fang Sword again. “Alright, you and I will have a decisive battle on the mountain peak ahead!”
His momentum was like a rainbow, but Liao Chen suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Yan Jingyu did indeed stop at the mountain peak. He tore off the skirt on his body, leaving only a plain single-layer garment inside, his long hair loose. Behind him were clouds and mist, a thousand miles of morning glow. Under his feet were pine trees like a canopy, their roots exposed on the mountain rocks, winding and intertwining.
He held a sword in one hand behind his back, and stretched out his other hand, his palm facing up, his voice steady. “Then please, ‘Lian Feng’.”
Liao Chen stopped on a slope ten meters opposite him. Because the mountain peak was not as high as his, he was slightly suspended in the air. He stared at Yan Jingyu’s overly calm expression, his face showing vigilance. “What other tricks are you playing?”
Yan Jingyu: “?”
He sometimes really felt that this fiend Liao Chen was hard to judge. Every time he played a strategy against him, he would curse him for being despicable. Now that he was going to fight him with real swords and spears, he was actually doubting his sincerity.
Yan Jingyu was annoyed. “I am seriously injured, and I am already prepared to have a decisive battle with you. What else are you not satisfied with?”
“It is precisely because you are seriously injured.” ‘Lian Feng’ steadily stopped at Liao Chen’s side, its blade pointing towards Yan Jingyu. That was a state of constant attack and vigilance. “You have always been as timid as a mouse. How could you suddenly stop under such circumstances?”
The corners of Yan Jingyu’s lips lifted. Of course, he had deliberately emphasized that he was seriously injured. He tutted in his heart. How should he put it? Although he was afraid—no, he disliked!—fighting Liao Chen one-on-one, wasn’t Liao Chen also afraid of him?
He sighed. “I am indeed seriously injured, but I cultivate the path of the common people and have long been prepared to live and die with this world. Today, I pushed over the Tianmo Cauldron, and my meridians are all filled with a burning pain. To meet a person like you, I can only count myself unlucky.”
“Meet me?” Liao Chen was still vigilant. “Could it be that you didn’t think you would be discovered by me?”
Yan Jingyu blinked. “So in your heart, I am so infallible…”
“Bullshit.” Liao Chen hated being misunderstood by him as having a high opinion of him. He immediately said, “Didn’t your Heavenly Mandate Eyes see it?”
“My Heavenly Mandate Eyes can only see the fate of others before I ascend to immortality.” Yan Jingyu said, “It’s not like you don’t know.”
Liao Chen thought for two moments. As Yan Jingyu was wondering what he was thinking, he suddenly flashed and came in front of him. It was really so sudden—
Even though Yan Jingyu had reacted extremely quickly and raised his sword, his arm was still suddenly numb. He stared with wide eyes, looking at Liao Chen’s sharp eyebrows and eyes, which were right in front of him. Not until this moment did his killing intent suddenly pour out.
It wasn’t that he was good at hiding it, but that he had long since merged with his killing intent.
This was Liao Chen. Even Yan Jingyu, this arch-nemesis, would be shocked by his actions every time.
Yan Jingyu was instantly knocked down from the pine tree and fell to another slightly lower small peak, blood spilling from his lips. He raised his hand and wiped it. Liao Chen’s foot briefly stepped on the pine tree he had stepped on, and he flashed and attacked again.
In an instant, the fighting figures of the two appeared as afterimages around them, the wind and clouds surging.
“You dog thief!” Yan Jingyu cursed, “Why do you never say hello before you fight?!”
“I know what you’re thinking.” Liao Chen said, “You deliberately admitted that you were seriously injured. On the surface, you hoped I would attack, but in fact, you were using your past leverage on me, wanting me to hesitate.”
“You must have secretly notified Qin Zhongyou and the others to come and save you.” Liao Chen let out a light laugh. “But Yan Qi—”
The two of them’s swords met again, and their divine forms all appeared from the clouds. “You underestimate me too much.”
“I am going to bet on time with you now. I bet that I can kill you before Qin Zhongyou arrives!”
Amidst the wind and the flow of the sword, Yan Jingyu looked directly at his dark and sharp eyebrows and eyes.
“Liao Chen…” He knew very well that he was already at the end of his rope, and Liao Chen’s sword was the fastest sword in the world. He was right. He couldn’t possibly last until Qin Zhongyou and the others came to save him. A hint of helplessness appeared on his eyebrows, his voice very soft. “Sometimes I really think, if you and I were friends and not enemies, what a sight that would be.”
Liao Chen was suddenly stunned for a moment.
The next instant, Yan Jingyu suddenly stepped on a talisman on the ground and instantly disappeared a hundred miles away. As he coughed up blood, he laughed out loud. “Hahaha, Liao Qi Mei, you fool! You want to kill me? You’re still too young!!!”
“Yan—Qi—!!!!”
A hiss, accompanied by killing intent, once again followed him. Yan Jingyu didn’t even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. The blood in his body was constantly boiling. When the spiritual energy swept over, he could clearly feel a strong blockage.
But to see Liao Chen being held back for that one moment still made him extremely proud. He clutched his chest and flew, his sleeves also coughed up with blood. His body was clearly riddled with holes. When he turned his head to look, his long, flying hair and cheeks were stained with a lot of blood, but his eyes were shining brightly.
It was as if nothing in this world could erase his light, and nothing could dim him.
He was always like this. Even if he was already in a wretched state, he could always laugh with arrogance and wantonness, his eyebrows flying and his spirit high.
“You’d better be able to laugh so happily when you die!!!”
“You flatter me, you flatter me.” Yan Jingyu was half-bent over and standing on his sword, his breathing already a little ragged, his face as pale as paper, but he still did not show any sign of decline. “As long as I don’t die at your hands in this life, as long as you, Liao Chen, are not happy, then I, Yan Jingyu, will surely go to the river of stars with a smile!”
That arrogant and annoying voice floated on the peaks of the mountains, wanton in the sword intent and the fierce wind. A black and a white figure shuttled at high speed.
That year, Yan Jingyu had just turned eighteen.
Triumphant in the spring breeze, his horse trotting fast, his fame rising, shaking the immortal court.
It was as if nothing in this world could change him, as if nothing in this world could crush him, as if no difficulty in this world could trap him… fresh clothes and an angry horse, a single sword carefree.
He looked at the arch-nemesis who was closely following behind him, at his flustered and exasperated expression. Clearly, he was the one being chased. Clearly, he was even more wretched and pitiful than Liao Chen. Clearly, as long as he was caught, he might immediately have his soul broken in the nine heavens.
Yet he was still cheeky. “Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei, you chase slowly. If you catch up to me, I’ll let you be ground to dust—”
“…” Liao Chen’s breathing was ragged, and he almost gritted his silver teeth. “Sooner or later, sooner or later…”
“I will kill you, Yan Qi, I will tear you to pieces, tear you to pieces!!!!”
