Chapter: 313

"Bold!"

Suddenly, Li Chengyun was taken aback, exclaiming loudly. The Purple Pavilion cultivator then waved his hand dismissively, responding with:

"It's fine."

The person in green robes looked down for a moment, then glanced at the small jade pendant on his waist that was gently swaying back and forth before suddenly opening his mouth to ask:

"What's the intention behind the Moon-Splitting Sword? How long has it been refined?"

"Fifteen years or so."

The Purple Pavilion cultivator murmured to himself for a moment, then walked forward to examine Li Chengyun's eyebrows carefully, confirming that there was no mark of the crescent-shaped path that he couldn't help but think about; only then did he open his mouth and say:

"I have always opposed the way Elder Vermilion acted, one by one sacrificing talented individuals within our sect to pave the way for him, unfortunately that old guy liked his style back then and now he's the Sect Master, his cultivation has reached new heights, so I can only follow orders."

Elder Vermilion Cloud beside him hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended not to hear this conversation, shot a glance at Li Chengyun, and continued:

"Get up."

Li Chengyun stood up, and the Purple Pavilion cultivator lightly grasped his arm, taking a step forward. In an instant, they were both standing above the clouds.

The radiant sunrise was rising into the sky, and the Purple Pavilion cultivator led him along the southern route, crossing over the flat wasteland outside the Walled Mountains, and deep into the boundless South Frontier.

"Fast!"

The scenery around him flashed by like lightning, and the underbrush beneath his feet blurred into a green expanse. The distant mountains were approaching at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye, Li Chengyun laughed lowly and said:

"The Purple Pavilion cultivator is indeed fastidious!"

The Purple-clad cultivator looked at him in surprise, maintained the spell to keep Li Chengyun and Deng Qi's speeds steady, nodded in approval, and replied:

"Not fastidious! The Purple Pavilion also has its own tribulations. It just happens most of the time that we don't need to play chess pieces."

"Ah."

The Purple-clad cultivator looked at him again, smiled and whispered:

"You're really a match for me. If it weren't for this situation being so dire, I'd be happy to take you as my disciple and teach you well. But now you must die, even if the Great Toad's elixir is unsuccessful, I won't rest until I see you turn to dust with my own eyes."

Li Chengyun couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, suddenly remembering Li Mu Tian's appearance, then calculating his age, Li Mu Tian was likely already a transcendent in another world, severed from communication here, and unknown about what was happening at home.

Deng Qi's face turned gray and dull, staring blankly at the sky with a wind-blown complexion. He lost all sense of himself, unaware of anything.

The two soon found themselves sitting by a forest path, with a vast and bottomless lake before them. The water was as green as jade, with not a single ripple on its surface.

A young boy around 10-11 years old sat beside him, dressed in a long dark robe that shone like scales, leaning against a tree and dozing off, his eyes half-lidded. The Purple-clad cultivator gave a gentle bow and spoke respectfully:

"Senior, we've arrived." JrNovels.com