Chapter 752: Eight Venerable Am Appears

With that said,

A storyteller in a red skirt descended gracefully from the air.

One hand covered her red lips, while the other held the Yin Yang Sheng Si.

This area had already become her replicated Tianqi Lin small world.

The three Zhan Dao experts and Xu Xiaoshou were trapped within this small world, though no one knew exactly when it happened.

“Sheng Nu?”

As the real Sheng Nu landed, the three Zhan Dao experts in the field all felt a chill in their hearts.

The fake storyteller stared at the Yin Yang Sheng Si in the true storyteller's hand, his eyelids twitching wildly.

This method of replicating a world...

To be honest,

The three Zhan Dao experts had heard rumors about it—it was the spatial rule power of Yin Yang Sheng Si.

What Jiang Chaotian hadn't expected was that his haste to save someone had led him into this space.

He hadn't even figured out the situation yet, didn't know who had taken the San Yan Tong Mu, and now he was caught in this inexplicable vortex.

Yan Wang and the other even less expected that moments ago they had been impersonating Sheng Nu, and now the true high-level members of Sheng Nu had arrived.

The key was, due to certain reasons...

After getting half of the San Yan Tong Mu, the two of them hadn't fled immediately.

Now that they were imprisoned, escape was impossible, even with wings.

Zhan Dao was said to be a minor realm within the Wangzuo third tier, but in reality, it was more like a major realm.

Between Zhan Dao and Tai Xu, there lay a massive chasm—the Jiu Si Lei Jie.

Jiu Si Lei Jie consisted of nine tribulations in total.

One tribulation meant one death, and each death led to a higher heaven.

The differences in tiers were enormous.

Judging purely by cultivation, without considering the tear family pupils,

In the current situation, the two Yan Wang at Zhan Dao peak were naturally inferior to Jiang Chaotian, who had passed three of the Jiu Si Lei Jie.

But three tribulations were still just three.

The storyteller had fully passed all nine Jiu Si Lei Jie—who didn't know that?

The opponent had appeared out of nowhere, putting everyone in the game first.

Since they were already weaker in cultivation and had lost the initiative, how could they break free?

“Sheng Nu's seventh hand...”

Jiang Chaotian gazed at the descending storyteller, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

He didn't recognize the identities of the two behind him, but the name of Sheng Nu was as renowned as thunder.

“Have you two also joined the action to seize my Jiang family's San Yan Tong Mu?” Jiang Chaotian asked in a deep voice.

“No, no, no, old man, you're mistaken.”

Upon hearing this, the storyteller waved her hand lightly: “I'm here this time, and it has nothing to do with your Jiang family. I just couldn't stand seeing someone slandering Sheng Nu, that's all.”

Jiang Chaotian narrowed his eyes: “In that case, the life and death of my clan's Jiang Shao...”

“Has nothing to do with me!”

The storyteller smiled and continued: “I'm not interested in San Yan Tong Mu at all. It's not in my hands. Instead, it's those two behind you...”

She glanced at the two Yan Wang and shrugged: “One with Hua Xian Mou, the other with Shi Zi Yi Tong—think carefully, who would really be after your Jiang Shao's San Yan Tong Mu?”

Jiang Chaotian suddenly turned around.

One of the Yan Wang had the striking cherry-pink Hua Xian Mou, truly eye-catching.

The other had his eyes tightly shut, as if trying to hide something, which was intriguing.

Jiang Chaotian wasn't foolish.

He immediately understood who was more suspicious.

But before he could ask, Yin Cao angrily accused the storyteller: “You might not have taken the San Yan Tong Mu, but Xu Xiaoshou did.”

“Xu Xiaoshou?” The storyteller paused, looking around, genuinely not seeing anyone else. “What Xu Xiaoshou? Are you talking about a person?”

Xu Xiaoshou: ...

He was invisible.

But he was still here!

This storyteller, even at a time like this, had to take a jab at him?

Jiang Chaotian couldn't see anyone else here either.

But now that it was the storyteller's space, it was understandable if someone was hidden and undetected.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chaotian held the unconscious Jiang Xian on his back, his face shifting between anger and uncertainty.

If they were all enemies...

As a single Zhan Dao expert, would he have to face three opponents?

At that moment, Yin Cao calmly pulled out one of the San Yan Tong Mu beads and looked at Jiang Chaotian.

“As you can see, I only took one. The other is in the hands of Sheng Nu's Xu Xiaoshou.”

Yin Cao wasn't about to take the blame for Sheng Nu.

“How dare you smear my innocence out of nowhere?”

The storyteller wasn't pleased. She pointed at Yin Cao, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly: “I told you, Xu Xiaoshou isn't here.”

Yin Cao: “Heh.”

The two seemed about to start bickering in this treacherous situation.

But Jiang Chaotian, seeing the San Yan Tong Mu in Yan Wang's hand, could no longer contain his fury.

He was from the Jiang family.

The Jiang family, a semi-saint clan.

To end up in such a predicament, with both sides treating him like a fool, passing the blame back and forth?

“Insulting my Jiang family...”

“Tonight, none of you are leaving!”

Without another word,

Jiang Chaotian slung the unconscious Jiang Xian onto his back, raised his hands, and the space around them began to crack inch by inch.

Amid the cracking sounds, Jiang Chaotian's figure rose into the air, and white clouds gathered in his hands.

“Cloud Opening Heavenly Dao!”

With a furious shout,

Vast spiritual energy erupted from his Qi Sea.

The rule patterns locking this space shattered like clouds dispersing in the wind under his palms.

Then,

A thunderous boom echoed in the night sky.

The azure void split in two.

It looked like a massive hole had been torn in the sky above Tianqi Lin.

But everyone present understood that Jiang Chaotian's strike had first shattered the storyteller's space.

“How interesting...”

The storyteller raised an eyebrow.

The Jiang family's Zhan Dao expert truly lived up to the reputation.

But breaking through one layer of mountains only revealed that there were countless more.

What was the point of this?

Yet, Jiang Chaotian, after splitting open the Yin Yang Sheng Si small world, didn't try to escape before the storyteller's next layer could trap them. Instead, he chose to connect with the rules of Sheng Shen Dalu.

As a Zhan Dao expert on the continent, he invoked the continental dao principles.

“Cloud Descent!”

Jiang Chaotian struck down with a powerful fist.

From the massive hole in the sky, a column of white clouds descended.

The cloud pillar fell to earth,

Targeting Yin Cao, who held the San Yan Tong Mu.

“Madman!” Yin Cao cursed under his breath.

Had the Jiang family lost their minds?

Why not focus on breaking the storyteller's multiple layers of space together, and instead attack here?

Wasn't this just letting the storyteller play the fisherman, watching the dragons fight and both sides weaken?

The surging cloud pillar was terrifying, dissolving everything it touched into nothingness.

One could imagine the fate of anyone caught under it.

“Silence Extinction!”

At that moment, Bai Gui Ye Xing suddenly looked up.

His eyes opened, and the Shi Zi Yi Tong locked onto the descending cloud pillar.

A thunderous rumble echoed through the void.

Silence Extinction was soundless.

The cloud pillar dissolved into fragments under the power of Shi Zi Yi Tong.

But the planar forces infused with the continent's rules, upon receiving the “Silence Extinction” command, erupted in furious resistance.

The Heavenly Dao

Would not tolerate blasphemy,

Let alone extinction?

“Pfft!” Bai Gui suddenly spat out blood, his eyes dimming instantly.

The tribulation force...

The moment they clashed, Bai Gui realized and saw the gap in their cultivations.

He hadn't passed even one Jiu Si Lei Jie and rarely fought Zhan Dao experts who had.

He had naively thought this was just a spiritual technique with dissolving power that he could extinguish with Shi Zi Yi Tong.

But he hadn't realized that Jiang Chaotian's earlier sky-splitting technique had secretly drawn in the continent's tribulation forces.

Forcibly acting like this had provoked the Heavenly Dao, and the backlash was severe.

“Shi Zi Yi Tong, huh?”

On the other side, Jiang Chaotian's hair and beard flew wildly, his eyes filled with surprise.

He stared at Bai Gui Ye Xing, clearly shocked by the pupil power.

A force that could even extinguish Heavenly Dao rules was truly alarming.

But after a brief daze, he reached into his ring and pulled out a drop of golden holy blood, about to swallow it.

“Stop him!”

Bai Gui panicked.

The semi-saint clan was indeed wealthy.

Earlier, he had extinguished three drops from Jiang Xian.

He never expected Jiang Chaotian to pull out holy blood without a second thought.

But Bai Gui was already gravely injured and had just used Shi Zi Yi Tong once.

Opening his eyes again would come at a huge cost!

As the holy blood appeared, Bai Gui was alarmed, and the onlooker storyteller was even more startled.

“You scared me to death—straight to the trump card?”

The storyteller had intended to use rule forces to forcibly remove the holy blood.

But catching a glimpse of Yin Cao's anxious expression, she withdrew her divine ability and stepped back, yielding the battlefield.

“Hua Xian Mou, Illusion!”

Yin Cao formed seals with his hands, his eyes blooming with cherry-pink light, trying to use the same method that had once turned the false into real to extract the semi-saint bloodline mark.

But as soon as he moved,

Jiang Chaotian, along with the holy blood in his hand, turned into smoke and vanished on the spot.

“Cloud?”

This move caught everyone off guard.

Cloud attribute.

Unbound by form, unmoved by intent.

As cloud, nothing in the world could hold him.

Yin Cao's Hua Xian Mou was aimed at Jiang Chaotian, and his illusion was still in place.

But his body and spirit...

Form and intent...

In a single thought, they both dissipated at the same time!

“Insulting my Jiang family?”

The situation shifted, and a low, ominous voice sounded in Yin Cao's ear.

When Jiang Chaotian reappeared, he was already behind Yin Cao. His face was dark and pale, his eyes filled with rage.

“Die!”

With that, Jiang Chaotian threw the holy blood toward his mouth.

In that instant, even the storyteller couldn't react.

Yin Cao had been outmaneuvered!

Hua Xian Mou hadn't controlled Jiang Chaotian in time!

If Jiang Chaotian swallowed the holy blood, the power he could unleash here might even surprise the storyteller.

This wasn't Jiang Xian.

This was Zhan Dao's Jiang Chaotian.

His utilization of holy blood would be hundreds or thousands of times greater!

“Damn it...”

Cursing inwardly, the storyteller considered fleeing.

But then...

“Xu Xiaoshou, where are you?”

She wanted to call for Xu Xiaoshou.

However, Xu Xiaoshou in his vanished state couldn't be actively contacted.

Though she sensed no one had escaped the space,

Xu Xiaoshou, having vanished within it, was truly gone.

At least, the storyteller couldn't pinpoint his location.

At the same time,

Just before the holy blood entered his throat,

In a flash, Xu Xiaoshou, who had been secretly observing, chose to strike swiftly.

He had seen Jiang Xian use holy blood before.

This thing was something even Bai Gui worried about and needed to extinguish immediately.

He had been tempted earlier but didn't dare act.

That was because he was alone.

Now, with the storyteller here, what did Xu Xiaoshou have to fear?

Most importantly, if Jiang Chaotian consumed the holy blood, he would dominate the battle.

How could Xu Xiaoshou put himself in such danger?

“Holy blood? Hand it over!”

He stepped forward in one bound.

Surveying the whole scene, Xu Xiaoshou inserted himself between Jiang Chaotian and Yin Cao before anyone could react.

Then, with his gloved hand from his vanished state, he thrust out,

Intercepting the holy blood between it and Jiang Chaotian's gaping mouth.

“Vanishing Technique, release!”

He murmured in his mind.

Ripples appeared in the void.

In everyone's spiritual senses, a figure in a hooded black robe and mask suddenly materialized at the center of the battlefield.

With two fingers, he blocked the holy blood from entering.

Then, with a flick of his fingertips toward Jiang Chaotian's mouth,

There was a bang as sword energy exploded.

Jiang Chaotian reacted quickly at the critical moment, gathering spiritual energy around his head to block this unexpected attack.

In the next second, his figure was forcefully knocked back.

His spiritual energy was severed.

A blood mark even appeared on Jiang Chaotian's face, along with a sword energy force that seemed to affect form, intent, and thought.

Everyone was stunned.

The masked figure curled his fingers again, hooking the golden holy blood and claiming it for himself.

Everyone was baffled.

This person had appeared so suddenly...

Though Jiang Chaotian's defenses were weak,

To break through a Zhan Dao expert's spiritual energy with two fingers and leave such a wound...

Who was this?

In that moment, almost no one thought it was Xu Xiaoshou.

Even Yan Wang's impression of Xu Xiaoshou was still from his last appearance as Sang Lao.

And the moves this masked figure used...

Were sword fingers!

Sword techniques!

This was clearly a new player!

The scene fell silent.

Xu Xiaoshou landed behind Yin Cao, his face masked, his voice hoarse as he chuckled softly: “Everyone, give me face and call it quits, how about that?”

Only then did Jiang Chaotian stop his retreat, wiping the blood mark on his face and finding that his spiritual energy was repairing the residual forces.

He froze, looking up at the masked figure, suddenly realizing something and exclaiming in shock: “This is... Sword Intent?!”

At the same time,

Jiang Qi and Jiang Si, who had been watching silently, stared at the familiar figure, and the image of the intruder at Tianyang Manor flashed in their minds.

They both stepped back half a step, their faces clouded with doubt: “The, the Eighth Sword Immortal?!”

The storyteller was even more dumbfounded in mid-air.

Staring at the figure who should have been in Yunlun Mountains but had mysteriously appeared in Tianqi Lin, she fell into a daze.

“Bro, brother?”

Xu Xiaoshou turned at the sound, looking at the storyteller, his expression turning stern as he scolded: “How do you handle things? So slow?”

The storyteller: ???

In that instant, she realized.

This wasn't her brother!

It was Xu Xiaoshou!

“You...”

“Yo...”

The storyteller stretched her neck, her face suddenly flushing red.

After pondering the three realms of seeing mountains as mountains, not as mountains, and still as mountains, she realized this might really be Xu Xiaoshou...

In that moment, she was speechless with shock once more.

Again?!

This kid was addicted to impersonating others?

How dare he in a Zhan Dao mess like this? He was only at Xiantian!

What was he after?

Surely not just that drop of holy blood...

The storyteller roared internally while forcing herself to play along, waving her hand: “I, I was wrong...”

As soon as she spoke, she suddenly thought,

Had Xu Xiaoshou come out just to get back at her for that earlier casual remark?

It couldn't be...