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  From Beiluzhou to Jiuhua, traversing tens of thousands of miles, for three consecutive months, Lidun has been pursuing and killing Chen Jing without stopping for a moment. In these three months, many people have learned that the Dragon King of Jinghe is gathering river gods at the confluence of rivers. The story of the Dragon King of Jinghe stirring up waves to flood Kunlun a hundred years ago is once again spreading throughout the world, and this time many people are speculating whether the Dragon King of Jinghe will stir up waves to flood Kunlun again?

  At the summit of a mountain on the border of Jiuhua, Chen Jing and Licheng stopped. Chen Jing materialized his body shape, looking at Licheng's still proud and cold eyes, saying: "We're going to Jiuhua Prefecture."

  "I know." Lidian still gave a clean and crisp response.

  "You go back, you can't catch me."

  Lidi didn't make a sound, gazing in the direction of Jiuhua State and suddenly said: "I once heard a song called 'Jiuhua Sword Immortal', the sword immortal mentioned in it is you, right?"

  Chen Jing thought for a moment and said: "If this song is played by a mountain god named Baiyan with a stone piano, then it should be me."

  "Have you been to hell?" Lidust asked.

  "Been there."

  "Have you been bewitched?"

  "It's said to be a vengeful spirit's nightmare curse." Chen Jing was somewhat perplexed by Lidian's sudden questions.

  "Have you killed many people?" Lidust asked.

  "Yes."

  "Are you at ease?"

  "Uneasy."

  "Why don't you go and pay with your life." Lidian looked at Chen Jing with disdain.

  Chen Jing often thought about such questions in his heart, and when the night was quiet, he would ask himself, but he couldn't give himself an answer. This time, Licheng asked him out loud, and he suddenly felt a sense of panic.

  This feeling had just arisen, and the sense of danger in his heart surged up suddenly. He didn't think twice before transforming into a butterfly and flying away. However, at the moment he transformed into a butterfly, a sword light pierced through the void and stabbed down, barely missing the butterfly as it dodged, but its wing was grazed by the white light.

  "Ding......" A piercing sword hum filled the air, and in the instant that a white light flashed across the butterfly's wings, a dazzling flash of sword light burst forth, and at the point where the sword-butterfly sparkled, spiritual energy surged out in all directions.

  This is a fierce battle. In terms of swordsmanship, Chen Jing was not inferior to Licheng, but his sword was not as solid and his magical powers were weaker, so he didn't dare to confront him head-on and was somewhat constrained. However, after being pursued for three months without suffering any substantial harm, he was injured this time. Licheng seized the opportunity of Chen Jing's momentary distraction and launched a surprise attack, leaving Chen Jing no time to dodge and forcing him to engage in a fierce battle, which ultimately ended in disaster.

  Although he had the sword aura protecting him, Chen Jing still felt as if he was going to be cut in half by a single sword, his whole body wracked with intense pain. However, this pain was only just beginning, and what was even more frightening was yet to come - a cold and icy sword intent suddenly struck at his yin spirit.

  He suddenly had a feeling that he was an ordinary person, with no magical powers at all. He stood thinly dressed in the icy snow, with endless cold seeping into his body through millions of pores. His whole body trembled, unable to hold itself together. Suddenly, a gust of wind came, like a knife cut, and it seemed as if it could blow him apart.

  Chen Jing was shocked in his heart, and an extremely dangerous feeling arose in his mind. He once again felt the sensation of death, and it was at the hands of another person's sword.

  The sword intent of Lí Chén's blow struck Chen Jing's will, and in an instant, the butterfly was cut down by three swords. The sword light around the butterfly had clearly weakened a lot. Chen Jing lost his composure for a moment when he was struck by the wind and snow sword intent, but immediately came back to himself, struggling with all his might. He didn't care about Lí Chén's distant light sword, but instead activated a move from the sword techniques he had learned since childhood - "Trapping Emptiness". This move was a defensive technique used when the enemy's form was unclear, and no matter which direction the enemy came from, as long as this move was activated, it could protect oneself.

  Only in the midst of wind and snow, a butterfly fluttered within an extremely small range, its body surrounded by a whirlpool of sword light. The Jian Guang Sword moved swiftly and cleanly, weaving up and down, left and right, each strike narrowly missing the butterfly. However, what made her feel incredulous was that once the sword entered the whirlpool, it seemed to lose control, no matter how hard she tried to manipulate it according to her will. Naturally, her strikes fell empty. This was something she had never encountered before, and for the first time, she truly felt that Chen Jing's sword technique was profound and unfathomable.

  So many swords, the butterfly suddenly flashed out and transformed into a person in the not-too-distant void. It was Chen Jing, but at this time he looked more illusory, and his eyes were even more vigilant.

  Under the piercing gaze that seemed to hold judgment, Chen Jing said: "That was a mistake I made when my mind was lost after being enchanted, it shouldn't be repaid when I'm sober."

  "It's all you," Lichun said.

  "No, that's not me."

  "You don't admit it."

  Chen Jing fell silent, Licheng took a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving Chen Jing, as if ridicule was rising up.

  Chen Jing drew lessons from his previous experiences, how could he let himself relax and fall into a desperate situation again? He said: "I admit it, but I won't give up my life. No one can take my life away. If you want to kill me, just kill me. If you want revenge, wanting me to surrender is impossible."

  Lidi originally had the action of drinking with his head raised, suddenly stopped, and after Chen Jing's words fell, he raised his head and drank a big mouthful, saying: "Very good, since it has been done, don't regret it, whether it was done in a clear-headed state or in a confused state, one should bear the consequences openly. This is the heart that a swordsman should have. You indeed have an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, and under no inheritance of swordsmanship, your skills can reach this level, there are not many in the world. No wonder your master's sister has been helping you steal secrets everywhere.

  "That's borrowed." Chen Jing interjected.

  Lidi suddenly burst out laughing, her smile full of sarcasm, as if not bothering to expose Chen Jing's words. She said: "Although your swordsmanship is good, it's not pure and quiet enough, with too many worldly attachments. If you want to attain the Great Way, I'll give you a sentence: one body, one mind, one sword, relying on the three-foot green blade to cut off all worldly attachments on the path of seeking truth. Only then will there be a thread of opportunity."

  The frost blade in her hand appeared, and the bright white light made her lips a little pale, and her eyes were even colder.

  She was saying this not just for Chen Jing's benefit, but also as if she were talking to herself.

  Chen Jing was somewhat perplexed as to why she suddenly said these things, and then she continued: "You are not my opponent now. Although you have grown very quickly in recent days, you are still not my opponent. Wait until you get the 'Ji Jian Xin Jing' from your senior sister and cultivate it well. When your swordsmanship is great, I will come again to take it back from you."

  Chen Jing suddenly laughed and said, "I will personally send it to Luofu, no need for you to come and get it. Besides, if my swordsmanship becomes great, you'll want to take it back from me, but I won't give it to you, so how can you take it back?"

  "When you return, it will be the time I kill you. When your swordsmanship is perfected, it will also be the time I kill you." Lí Chén gazed up at the sky, as if making a vow to heaven itself, and after speaking, he suddenly took to the air, not heading in the direction of Lú Zhōu, but instead entering Jiǔ Huá Zhōu.

  Watching her disappearing sword light, a resolute breath lingered for a long time. Chen Jing could feel from her words the kind of faith that sought the Great Way, cutting off all worldly attachments, as clear and cold as ice and snow.

  Chen Jing didn't know that the Luo Fu Sword Sect not only had a complete ritual for offering sacrifices to the sword, but also had an orally transmitted method of refining one's heart. And it was clear that Li Chun was treating Chen Jing as her whetstone. When she reached the bottleneck where she could no longer make progress, she would come find Chen Jing, and at that time either Chen Jing would die or she would die.

  Life and death in one line, cultivation is indeed like this.

  Chen Jing raised his head to gaze at the starry sky, and after a long while, he suddenly took off, transforming into a pale blue butterfly in mid-air. He flew towards the Jin River, where the starlight was hazy and the world was shrouded in darkness. Ghosts and demons hid in the dense yin energy of the tombs, cautiously absorbing the spiritual energy.

  He faintly heard the sound of waves in his ears, and the butterfly's wings flapped, only to see the butterfly disappear into the sky, and when it reappeared, it was already above a turbulent river, flying upstream along the riverbank. At this moment, Chen Jing heard a shout in his ear: "River God, River God..."

  Chen Jingru was stunned and looked around, then the voice came again: "River God, I'm over here."

  Following the sound, I saw a person standing under an old willow tree by the riverbank. She was wearing a long dress that was black at the top and gradually turned light blue towards the bottom, with a black silk ribbon tied around her waist in a bow. Her black hair was tied up with a white silk ribbon, and she stood elegantly under the old willow tree.

  She saw Chen Jingzhao flying over and immediately made a courtesy call, saying: "Hollow spirit has seen the River God."

  "How did you end up here? How did you recognize me." Chen Jing appeared beside Yu Ling.

  "He River God is so conspicuous, how could I not recognize him? River God, come with me." Xul Ling turned around and walked away, Chen Jing followed behind her until they reached a mountain valley before stopping. She once again calmly bowed to Chen Jing and said: "Xu Ling has met River God."

  Chen Jing smiled wryly and said: "Where did these vulgar customs come from? When did you emerge from the underworld?"

  "Not long after the River God left, he also came out."

  "Oh." Chen Jing responded with a sound, and didn't ask her where she had been all these years, but instead asked: "What's the matter that you stopped me and brought me here?"

  Xu Ling looked at Chen Jing and said: "I saw that the River God's Shifu's sister was taken into a golden tower."

  "What's going on with Jin Tower?" Chen Jing asked hastily, startled in her heart.

  "Earlier, I saw the River God's senior sister with a Taoist disciple. They were far away from me, so I didn't know what they said. Then suddenly, they started fighting. The Taoist disciple had a shining golden hook in his hand and used it to capture Ye Xianzi."

  Chen Jing continued to ask: "And what about that Taoist disciple? Where is he now?"

  "I saw him enter Mount Kunlun," said the Void Spirit.

  Chen Jing's heart sank, and he continued to ask: "What was his attire?"

  "In apricot yellow Taoist robe, with a calm and composed demeanor, indeed only a disciple of the renowned Xian Mountain sect would have such elegance."

  Chen Jing took a deep breath, suppressing the unease in his heart, and said with a hint of gratitude: "Thank you for telling me." He bowed deeply, and as he turned around, he transformed into a sword light that vanished into the starry sky.

  "River God, I don't owe you a favor anymore!" Xū Líng shouted loudly towards the sky after Chén Jǐng disappeared. Then he muttered to himself: "Last time, if I didn't bring him out, he should have been able to find his way out of the underworld by himself, and maybe those things wouldn't have happened. This lifesaving favor, it's not repaid yet... now that I've sent another message, it still doesn't seem enough to repay the lifesaving favor..."

  A mountain valley, under a pagoda tree, a spirit is muttering to itself, calculating how much kindness it still owes and how much kindness it has not repaid.