Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 1234: Chapter 532: Zhao Feng Prepares to Assemble the Four Immortal Slaying Swords! (Part 2)

Next moment.

A thick, almost tangible Evil Qi surged forward, accompanied by unmatched Sword Qi, instantly filling the entire Heavenly Palace Hall.

Ying Zheng fixed his gaze, seeing an array map and an evil sword suspended in mid-air.

On the array map, runes flickered, seemingly containing endless mysteries, exuding malevolence.

The sword, moreover, emitted a terrifying aura, as if it could devour all the vitality of the world.

"Execution Diagram, Slaying Immortal Sword!"

Ying Zheng blurted out, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He naturally recognized these two peerless items, key to the Primordial First Fierce Array, the Slaying Immortal Sword Formation.

He just didn’t expect them to be in Zhao Feng’s hands.

After all, Zhao Feng had never shown them before.

Zhao Feng nodded slightly, with a touch of seriousness: "This is the true Slaying Immortal Sword Formation, with unparalleled power."

"If the four Slaying Immortal Swords can be gathered, even without deploying the All Heaven Divine Evil Array, I would have the strength to battle a Saint."

"Therefore, this time I must seize the remaining three swords."

"The other three swords are now in the hands of the Chan Sect, and I will personally retrieve them one by one."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, worry filling his expression: "The Chan Sect is full of masters, their strength not to be underestimated, and even comparable to the Heavenly Court."

"Feng’er, do you have absolute confidence?"

Ying Zheng was well aware of the Chan Sect’s foundation, and although he was confident in his son’s strength, the stakes were high, and he couldn’t help but worry.

Zhao Feng smiled, confident in expression: "Father, since Qin’s rise, my power has also greatly increased."

"Now, in this Primordial Heaven and Earth, besides Saints, no one can contend with me."

"The people of the Chan Sect are no exception."

Having reached today’s state of All Attributes, Zhao Feng truly feared no one except for Saints, unconcerned even by the truly top-tier Quasi-Saint Great Perfection beings of the Primordial world.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, expression still grave: "That’s good. But now that Heavenly Dao is targeting my Qin, my greatest worry remains that Heavenly Dao will act directly."

"After all, during the battle in the Northern Territory, Heavenly Dao attempted to unleash thunder punishment to strike you down."

Ying Zheng squinted, eyes full of concern: "The people of the Chan Sect may not be your match, but when facing Heavenly Dao, you must be extremely cautious."

"Our Human Dao foundation is still shallow, unable to directly contend with Heavenly Dao."

Ying Zheng advised earnestly, his eyes full of concern for his son.

Zhao Feng gave a gentle smile, trying to reassure his father: "Don’t worry, Father."

"This time, one of the four Slaying Immortal Swords is already at Guan River Mouth, no need to worry much."

"As for the others, I will personally ask for them, one by one."

"If they won’t give them, then don’t blame me for being impolite."

In his words.

Zhao Feng naturally exuded an aura of dominance, as if everything was under control.

In reality, with Qin’s current intelligence network, the whereabouts of the Chan Sect’s powerful ones were nowhere to hide.

As for why one sword is at Guan River Mouth, there is a reason for this.

It turns out that after the Divine Enthronement battle, the four Slaying Immortal Swords were scattered.

The Slaying Immortal Sword was obtained by Guang Chengzi, while the Imprisoning Immortals Sword fell into the hands of Master Yuding.

After Zhao Feng learned of this, he had Yang Jian, who had become one of his own, contact Master Yuding to invite him for a discussion at Guan River Mouth.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Since you have made arrangements, I will say no more."

"In any case, caution is paramount."

"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded solemnly, keeping his father’s advice in mind.

At this time!

Huaguo Mountain was still bustling with activity.

After Sun Wukong’s return, full of vigor, he raised banner once again.

To wash away the shameful title of "Horses’ Fortune" bestowed by the Heavenly Court, he directly declared himself "Great Sage Equalling Heaven."

As soon as this title appeared, it spread through the Earth Immortal Realm, attracting many demon kings to come in admiration.

Before Huaguo Mountain, colorful flags fluttered and drums and music made a din.

The Strong Bull Demon King, Jiao Demon King, and Lion驼王, along with many other illustrious demon kings, gathered here, swearing brotherhood with Sun Wukong, forming alliances.

The scene seemed to remind one of the former glory during the Demon Clan’s prosperity.

However, all this seemed ordinary, yet hidden within was intrigue.

The demon kings arriving so coincidentally—was it mere chance, or an orchestrated plan from behind? Perhaps only heaven knew.

But Sun Wukong, remembering Zhao Feng’s advice, no matter how the external world changed, only focused on causing a big fuss, making things as grand as possible.

As long as the Heavenly Court and Buddhist Sect took action, he would respond without hesitation, showing no fear.

And Gold Star Taibai, acting as an emissary from the Heavenly Court, followed the Buddhist Sect’s arrangements to once again visit Huaguo Mountain, attempting to persuade Sun Wukong to accept the Heavenly Court’s recruitment.

Everything seemed to proceed along a predetermined script, yet within this seemingly unchanging plot, subtle changes silently occurred, and the key to these changes was Sun Wukong.

He was no longer the manipulated Stone Monkey; under Qin’s influence, he had his own ideas and actions, making this Westward Journey Tribulation even more complex and unpredictable.

Meanwhile, at the Martial Arts Arena at Guan River Mouth, the atmosphere was particularly serene.

Master Yuding, in a Daoist robe, sat poised on a stone bench, with a calm expression.

Yang Jian stood upright respectfully beside him, his face full of reverence.

In all heaven and earth, perhaps only Master Yuding, Yang Jian’s mentor, could command such awe from Yang Jian.

It was Master Yuding who imparted unrivaled divine skills to Yang Jian, granting him the great magical power he possessed today.

Master Yuding smiled, looked at Yang Jian, and asked softly: "Did you summon your teacher this time to inform me that you have submitted to the Qin Court?"

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback, having expected his master’s wrath upon learning of this, but instead found his master so calm.

He hesitated for a moment, carefully asking: "Master, you aren’t angry?"

Yang Jian slightly lowered his head, not daring to meet his master’s eyes, full of apprehension inside.

Master Yuding gave a gentle smile, gazed into the distance, and spoke serenely: "The Qin Court is unstoppable now, and the Heavenly Court is decadent and decrepit; being replaced by the Qin Court is only a matter of time."

"What reason do I have to be angry?"

There was a tone of openness in Master Yuding’s words, as if he’d long seen through the rise and fall of worldly fortunes.

Yang Jian exhaled a little in relief, yet still felt somewhat uneasy internally.

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke again: "Master, I have another matter to inform you of, and I hope you will not blame me."

At this moment, Yang Jian looked full of hesitation.

Master Yuding glanced at Yang Jian and feigned displeasure: "Go on, you rascal, what else do you not dare to say?"

"Back then, Yang Erlang, who cleaved through nine suns, was not so timid."

With a hint of teasing in his tone, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Yang Jian blushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed being reminded of the past by his master.

After all, in his youthful zeal, he impulsively committed the grand act of cleaving through nine suns.

If not for his master backing him and the protection of a Saint Ancestor, he might have been reduced to ashes under the Heavenly Court’s wrath.

"This time inviting you, Master, was indeed at the command of the Crown Prince of Qin."

Yang Jian took a deep breath and mustered the courage to say: "He wishes to meet you, Master, and... and also hopes you can hand over the Imprisoning Immortals Sword to him."

His voice grew smaller and smaller, and after speaking, he nervously watched Master Yuding, awaiting his response.

Master Yuding was slightly taken aback, then couldn’t help but laugh: "Just for this matter?"

He looked at Yang Jian with curiosity, his eyes filled with a playful glint.

"Yes."

Yang Jian quickly nodded, a look of embarrassment on his face, explaining: "The Crown Prince’s strength is formidable, I worry he might come to find you, Master, in person, which might disturb the peace."

"So..."

Overall, Yang Jian still felt worried, fearing his master might misunderstand his intentions.

Master Yuding nodded slightly, and thoughtfully said: "It seems the Crown Prince of Qin indeed favors you."

"With his temperament, he actually let you invite me instead of directly confronting me, providing me with a way out."

He then sighed with emotion: "That’s much more courteous than when he directly stormed Kunlun and seized Senior Brother Guang Chengzi’s sword."

Upon hearing this.

"The Crown Prince even went to Kunlun and took Senior Brother Guang Chengzi’s sword?"

Yang Jian widened his eyes in surprise, full of disbelief.

This was the first time he had heard of this.

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