Chapter 273: Chapter 159: Gathering of Winds and Clouds, the Era’s Geniuses (Double Chapter) (Part 2)

This is actually... a familiar person.

The woman smiled charmingly, her eyes were like smoke, and her body was incredibly alluring, with a snowy white chest that made one feel a sudden heat with just a glance:

"I am a disciple of the Glazed Secret Sect, Dharma name Ming Yan."

She was indeed Ming Yan, with whom there was a brief encounter on the Dongting Lake boat!

At that time, Lin Er You was traveling with a few people, picked up Chen Kuang halfway, and later, after Ming Yan disembarked, there was no trace of her.

Yet unexpectedly, they meet again at this moment!

Chen Kuang felt no joy in reuniting with an old acquaintance because the Ming Yan in front of him, with her entire demeanor, was now in the Moon Embrace Realm!

Back then on Lin Er You’s boat, although Chen Kuang didn’t know Ming Yan’s cultivation, judging by Lin Er You and others’ casual attitude, her cultivation couldn’t have been too high.

But now, Ming Yan had transformed into the Moon Embrace Realm!

Even Lin Er You, ranked eleventh by Cang Lang, was only in the Moon Embrace Realm!

No matter what Ming Yan was, she should not be a nobody. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Moreover, since she was sent by the Glazed Secret Sect, it indicated she had a high status within the sect, definitely not an ordinary disciple.

This indicated that on the boat, Ming Yan had hidden her identity right under Lin Er You’s nose.

Lin Er You saw through Chen Kuang, but not Ming Yan.

Therefore, her appearance back then was definitely no coincidence... but what her purpose was, it was intriguing.

Chen Kuang took a breath, becoming more vigilant.

This journey into the Pinggu Battlefield involved more variables.

Beside him, a tall woman dressed in black said indifferently:

"Ji Wangquan."

Just those three simple words.

Yet everyone present instantly understood her identity.

Ji was the surname of the Great Zhou Kingdom!

Ji Chengtian had three sons and two daughters, with the youngest daughter not even a year old.

This woman could only be the twenty-eight-year-old Eldest Princess!

Chen Kuang raised an eyebrow.

Unexpectedly, the Eldest Princess of the Zhou Kingdom was dressed so plainly, without any extra adornments, remarkably unpretentious.

Moreover, she exuded a familiar aura to Chen Kuang — the stern and murderous aura of a military person.

Yet... there were never rumors of this Eldest Princess making contributions on the battlefield, could it be she just trained in the barracks?

Subsequently, a young man in a white robe with an elegant demeanor held a jade flute and spoke warmly:

"Celestial Sound Pavilion, Tang Qiusheng, I look forward to your guidance."

Immediately following, a delicate little monk touched his bald head and looked expectantly at Chen Kuang, as if waiting for him to speak first.

Chen Kuang smiled and made a gesture for him to proceed.

The little monk paused, somewhat nervously pressed his palms together, and said:

"Amitabha Buddha, greetings everyone, this humble monk is Xiuzhu from Jie Lan Temple."

Jie Lan Temple?

Upon hearing the future target of his persuasion, Chen Kuang glanced at the little monk again, but saw no glimmer of wisdom in him, as if he was just an ordinary monk.

Yet theoretically, Pure Land rarely produced innate geniuses, they should all possess accumulated wisdom from past lives, more composed than ordinary people.

However, Xiuzhu the little monk behaved like a normal person.

This was indeed quite unusual.

After the other five people introduced themselves, the seemingly modest Chen Kuang finally folded up his fan and spoke:

"Freedom Mountain... Chen Ruogu."

He was better known as Chen Kuang, but the name Ruogu was only known to those few on Lin Er You’s boat that day.

Upon hearing this unfamiliar name, the others showed no reaction, but "Shen Xingzhu" suddenly blinked and looked up at Chen Kuang.

The two exchanged a distant look, Chen Kuang smiled slightly and whispered, "Greetings, Daoist."

Meanwhile, Ming Yan narrowed her eyes, her smile deepened, and her gaze became meaningful, as if she recalled something interesting.

"Shen Xingzhu" acknowledged with a soft hum, without much reaction, seemingly out of courtesy.

Yet, when others introduced themselves to her, she had absolutely no reaction!

Instantly, the gazes of the other five people inevitably fell on Chen Kuang, but scrutinizing him, the only unusual thing about this fellow was... his unusually low cultivation among them.

Fortunately, "Shen Xingzhu" then looked at everyone, bowed slightly, and said calmly:

"Mystic God Daoist Sect, Shen Xingzhu."

This smoothed over her previous reaction.

Before long, three white cloths floated down from the sky once more.

It was then that Chen Kuang noticed the sky here was a splendid river of stars, seemingly close enough to touch.

The ground seemed like water, like a mirror, reflecting the starry river, blending sky and water, boundless.

The ground was filled with various broken swords.

It’s hard to tell where exactly this place is.

The three white cloths landed, bringing the last three participants.

"Martial Saint Pavilion, Wen Yao!"

The tall man with bright eyes and an imposing aura smiled and spoke.

His voice boomed like a bell, and his unusually long arms hung down past his knees, as he walked confidently among the crowd.

The more peculiar and attention-grabbing feature was that his eyes had four pupils!

Double pupils!

A born anomaly, the legendary appearance of a Saint, destined for sanctity!

Wen Yao glanced around, pausing slightly on Shen Xingzhu and Yan Hui, while he ignored others, exuding extreme arrogance.

Of course, as the son of Wen Hongsheng, the Pavilion Master of Martial Saint Pavilion, another true disciple of the "Martial Saint," born with the appearance of a Saint, he indeed had reasons to be arrogant.

Next, a calm and composed young man in a blue robe introduced himself: "I am Shen Yuliu, a junior member of the Shen Family in the Central Domain, here to assist younger relatives on orders from my elders."

He glanced at "Shen Xingzhu," smiled slightly, and warmly greeted:

"Cousin, long time no see."

Unfortunately, "Shen Xingzhu" didn’t even spare him a glance, causing Shen Yuliu’s smile to stiffen slightly.

But soon, he coughed twice and continued to greet others warmly.

Perfectly matching the stereotype of a worldly family member compared to those from sects.

At this moment, the others’ attention was drawn to the last person present.

A young man with snow-white long hair, carrying a long sword, nodded slightly at everyone.

"Sword Lodge, Jiang Yunqing."

Ranked second by Canglang, the first below Grandmaster, "Wisdom Sword" Jiang Yunqing!

This person, along with Shen Xingzhu, was the strongest among the younger generation.

At only twenty-two, he was already a Half-Step Grandmaster.

Many even believed he had a chance to catch up with Shen Xingzhu.

However, Chen Kuang was more interested in the fact that Jiang Yunqing was from the Sword Lodge.

The school that created the Demon Sword Wujian, the mentors of Tie Baiyuan and Jie Kun.

In other words, he was not just a Sword Cultivator, but also a Swordsmith?

Was the sword he carried crafted by his own hands?

Chen Kuang looked at the sword on Jiang Yunqing’s back and was speechless; it was less a sword and more... a squashed piece of iron.

This sword had an edge, but only one side was complete, while the other was concave inward as if cut.

The blade was filled with countless pits, as though hammered thousands of times, causing uneven thickness, some thick as a finger, others thin as a cicada’s wing.

Calling it a sword was certainly an insult to all swords.

But since this sword was hanging on Jiang Yunqing’s back, no one dared to say it wasn’t a sword...

Chen Kuang recalled the elegant, splendid, bizarre design of the Demon Sword Wujian and couldn’t help but mockingly think, why hadn’t the Sword Lodge expelled this guy?

As he pondered, he noticed Jiang Yunqing looking at him as well!

Chen Kuang’s heart skipped, realizing it wasn’t an illusion.

Because Jiang Yunqing seriously began to speak:

"This sword is just a bit ugly, but it is indeed the only sword I’ve successfully forged, recognized by my master."

Was he... explaining to me?

Chen Kuang was momentarily stunned as other people’s curious and astonished gazes returned to him.

As though surprised that Jiang Yunqing would suddenly speak to this guy...

Under the public’s gaze, Chen Kuang seemed unprepared, coughed twice awkwardly, and cupped his fists:

"I didn’t mean to pry into your sword, please forgive me, it will not happen again."

Others instantly understood.

So, captured in the act by Jiang Yunqing for prying on his sword, he was warned!

Yan Hui squinted and sneered: "I thought Freedom Mountain’s gentlemen and their six accomplishments could cultivate a noble spirit, but it turns out they’re just doing petty things..."

Before he finished, Jiang Yunqing shook his head, suddenly taking off his sword and offering it to Chen Kuang:

"It’s okay, if you want to look, you can take it."

Chen Kuang: "..."

Others were dumbfounded; this was a Sword Cultivator’s sword!

Just because Chen Ruogu glanced at it, Jiang Yunqing handed it to him to observe!

Who exactly was this Chen Ruogu?!