Chapter 2679: A Branch Breaks

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Chen Yanxun walked with faltering steps, not like a fifteen-year-old, but like a decrepit ninety-five-year-old man. He slowed down again and again, wishing that this entrance road would extend to the ends of time and earth.

He felt all kinds of powerful gazes, remaining silently aware.

Perhaps he was too young now, his blood and energy so vigorous it made him feel dazed, even a bit confused.

The story shouldn't unfold like this.

He came to Guanhe Terrace only to seize the championship, for that portion of enlightenment on the human way light in destiny.

Assisting Chen Siwu Dongzhen, and unfolding the flag for the Song Kingdom, was his promised return.

He ought to have quietly entered the Yellow River Meeting main competition, then with just the right strength and appropriate performance, advanced step by step to the finals.

Of course, he could reveal hidden cards; he was extremely well-prepared for this grand competition. He even expected everyone to fight to the limit of the inner mansion realm, directly surpassing the battle record created by Jiang Wang that year in Duanhun Gorge, the so-called "first inner mansion in history." He had prepared cards that could be revealed in broad daylight!

But he shouldn't have started revealing hidden cards in the first match.

This was still the first match of the preliminaries!

What level of opponent was Jiang Anan?

That year, Jiang Wang was nineteen years old, wielding a sword out of Linzi, invincible within the same realm, known as the "inner mansion leader."

The current Jiang Anan was twenty-one years old, started cultivating earlier than Jiang Wang, was older than Jiang Wang's debut age, possessed the world's top resources, and was guided by countless famous teachers. To say she was stronger than the nineteen-year-old debut Jiang Wang wasn't even necessary; even if she was just equal to him, she was still a formidable mountain on everyone's championship path.

To overturn this mountain, how could one not bring out some real skill?

The problem was how much real skill to bring out. If he revealed all his hidden cards now, what would he do next?

This session's Yellow River Meeting inner mansion field was unprecedentedly fierce.

Only those already known, once attended by the absolute world prodigies of Chaowen Dao Heavenly Palace, included fifteen-year-old Gong Weizhang, twelve-year-old Bao Xuanjing, fifteen-year-old Zhuge Zuo, fourteen-year-old Bo'er Zhijin·Fu Yanci, and thirteen-year-old Fan Zheng.

These were the absolute top prodigies waiting in the main competition seats, welcoming challenges from all sides.

There was also a fourteen-year-old Er Zhu He, and a Chu Yao, the same age as Jiang Anan, randomly killing and waiting for fated individuals in the preliminaries.

Indeed, it was an unprecedented glorious great era, with prodigies rising together and shining in the sky.

In the Dao calendar year 3919, the parallel battles between Dou Zhao and Chong Xuan Zun Tianjiao seemed to have opened the most glorious prologue of this era. And that sword immortal who defeated Yanluo Heavenly Son, reversed time in an inn, brilliantly shone in the world, destined to be remembered for ten thousand years.

Li Yi, with a Dongzhen cultivation that broke historical limits, tore the yellow scrolls of years without even drawing his sword.

Thereafter, history was constantly innovated, records were constantly broken. These people simply broke the sky, only then did the current starry river appear dazzling, with a multitude of stars twinkling in the human world.

Even Chen Yanxun, who embarked on this new journey with the courage of Chengcha Xinghan, should have easily crushed his opponents, but in reality, it was a thrilling step by step.

At this moment, he even felt some regret, wondering why he didn't choose to compete in the outer building field.

But it's not as if a fifteen-year-old Chen Yanxun competing in the outer building field wouldn't be conspicuous. The outer building field also had eighteen-year-old Yu Xianyu, seventeen-year-old Lu Ye, seventeen-year-old Luo Yuan, eighteen-year-old Yue Guo Gong Tianya... These were also seated in the Chaowen Dao Heavenly Palace!

Where were there easy matches?

Chen Yanxun walked slowly forward, his footsteps very light.

One sword strike shattered the doubt, believing this was just an accident.

It was impossible for Jiang Wang to play any tricks in the Yellow River Meeting. For him, this was an event close to establishing his dao. A person like him would never risk his own younger sister. And looking at all the heavens, even transcendent existences shouldn't court disaster in the most watched grand meeting of this world.

In such a grand meeting, whoever came, died. Being transcendent was useless.

Then was my Yanchun Hui's path... not favored by heaven?

Chen Yanxun took a deep breath, finally standing still.

Perhaps he had to be like Jiang Wang's championship match at nineteen years old – no matter how many times you redo it a thousand or a hundred times, I only have one sword; if you cannot receive it, the outcome will not change.

"Young man! Don't be nervous!" Xu Xiangqian was ultimately a sympathetic person, and loudly comforted him from the sidelines: "Just treat it as accumulating experience. Fighting with my Anan, you can learn a lot!"

Chen Yanxun seemed startled by this sudden voice, looked in its direction, and smiled brilliantly: "Thank you!"

Jiang Anan really wanted to request silence from the sidelines, but her gaze swept around and did not find her judge brother.

Zhenhe Zhenjun, who had promised to personally supervise every match, did not appear at this competition field.

Only a "Zhijian Bird" and a "De Wen Fish" were left, roaming outside the field.

At this moment, on the entire Guanhe Terrace, two thousand eight hundred preliminary matches were simultaneously entering preparation for opening. Naturally, there were also two thousand eight hundred pairs of Zhijian Bird and De Wen Fish combinations.

Zhenhe Zhenjun was observing the entire Yellow River Meeting, simultaneously attending to twenty-eight major competition areas. For his mental power, this was also a terrifying demonstration. The competition field was constantly changing, geniuses each had wonderful ideas, and to fully grasp two thousand eight hundred matches, it truly required an absolute top expert.

Instead, the patrolling judge Huang Sheli Huang Ge Yuan stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, looking at the competition field with a serious face. Yet when Jiang Anan looked over, he blinked.

Jiang Anan immediately wanted to cover her face.

She couldn't explain it anymore.

Originally, she felt strangely embarrassed about bullying a fifteen-year-old boy. Now the sidelines were full of relatives and friends, the entire field was filled with cheers for her, and the patrolling judge was even winking at her!

She herself even suspected she was cheating!

Wasn't this specifically arranged for her, a soft target to bully?

Her brother definitely wouldn't joke about such a serious matter, but perhaps someone was flattering her brother? Similar flattery directed at her... she had seen quite a bit over the years.

Wait, she had to go easy when it started, give this cute boy a good opportunity to perform... He shouldn't have come to Guanhe Terrace in vain. He also walked here with great effort, his family must also be expecting his performance, right?

Jiang Anan decided to fight an evenly matched battle, finally winning by a narrow margin, letting this boy be "glorious despite defeat."

A three-finger-long "De Wen Fish," with clear scales and tail, ethereal and uncertain, roamed in the air, rippling layers of voice pattern rainbow tails.

Zhenhe Zhenjun's voice rang out: "Wearing stars and moon, then break off a spring branch. Journeys of wind and rain, then have a wisp of light. A treasured sword cultivates its edge in the sheath. All of you, the good time has arrived, it is time to let this world see you."

As if a thousand hundred voices howled simultaneously, as if an entire present world was waiting: "Competition... begin!"

It was definitely the sentient beings' dharma body speaking – Jiang Anan thought this in her heart.

Then she saw a startling flash of electricity, as if tearing open her pupils!

A white arrow, like a meteor piercing the moon, or a white sparrow perching on a branch, stopped on her eye pupils.

This is called... Bai Jian!

Obtaining a complete inheritance supplement from Yan Guo, and perfected and deduced by her brother, the Shenyue Xuetong spontaneously reacted. Ice flowers illuminated her pupils, freezing the arrowhead. Shenyue crossed the sky, instantly changing the battlefield environment.

Tall buildings, endless tall buildings rose from the ground, staggered high and low, standing like a forest.

Flying boats shuttled between the tall buildings, and people surged on rainbow bridges.

Jiang Anan, skilled in illusion, unfolded her dream city scroll for the first time. What she had once seen in the human world was rich within her illusion.

But precisely at the instant the scroll unfolded, she heard a tearing sound.

Rip!

A huge, three-edged arrowhead, like the ram horn of a warship, fell from the sky with an unstoppable posture, tearing open this dream city scroll.

Tall buildings collapsed, flying boats were already broken.

Shenyue shattered piece by piece like a punctured bubble, the entire illusion falling apart.

In the chaotic flying fragments, there was only a rotating void, penetrating everything. Inside the void, three feathered arrows lined up, emitting sharp whistles. Three sounds as one sound, three arrows as one arrow.

This is called... Canlian!

Too fast!

The Shenyue illusion had just risen and shattered. The illusion had just shattered, and these three lined-up feathered arrows had already struck the front.

Jiang Anan at least reacted, raising her palm in front of her pupils, a dark vortex rotating in the center of her palm...

Zai Dou Yin!

But the sharp arrow still advanced. That arrogant whistle never dissipated, even though everything was still happening.

The dark light instantly drained, the entire dark vortex was struck and broken.

That raised palm was pierced just like that!

The arrowhead nailed Jiang Anan's eyeball, filling her eyes with frosty white!

From her left eye, it spread to her right eye. That crack was actually also "Canlian."

Crack crack crack—

In the spectator seats, the crowd started up in surprise.

They only saw Jiang Anan's bright and beautiful big eyes, her eyeballs like ice crystals, showing spider web-like cracks!

Pain!!!

The biggest hardship Jiang Anan had experienced in her life was the night before following her mother to Fenglin City to seek refuge with her brother. She had a premonition that her mother might leave, didn't know if her brother would accept her, and her father was already gone.

After that, there was no more.

She knew her brother would always love her.

Over the years, she might have had spiritual sadness, worried about her brother, and feared the future.

But physically, she had never felt true pain.

That year they left their homeland, her seventeen-year-old brother always carried her on his back. They crossed mountains and ridges, yet he only told her to look at the scenery.

Everyone in Lingxiao Pavilion gave way to her. Even in proper assessments and sparrings where holding back was not allowed, they would stop at a point.

Sister Qingyu and Uncle Ye protected her very well, not letting her get even a scratch.

More than a year of traveling alone with a sword did indeed involve many accidents, but relying on the accumulation of top-tier inheritance, she was almost always in crushing situations, and fundamentally had no chance of getting injured.

Only at this moment, the pain of her shattered pupils touched her divine soul.

In the pain that almost made her faint, she suddenly had such a shocking thought—

So this is what brother has been experiencing... all these things?

Those world-famous battles, the news of victory transmitted time after time. All were obtained through such experiences.

The world's most renowned Zhenjun, those glorious strokes, were clearly paths of crisscrossing scars.

Yellow River Champion...

Yellow River Champion!

The newest small story says in prime hair!

What kind of person deserves to win?

Before the competition, she of course also chatted and laughed, also wrinkled her nose at the nineteen-year-old Yellow River Champion and said... I'll get a first place for you to see.

People outside also said the same thing, that Minister Jiang's sister would take the world first, and Minister Jiang's disciple would take the world second. It seemed everyone could accept this result.

But Jiang Anan—

Wearing stars and moon, traveling through wind and rain, did you truly do enough?

But Jiang Anan!

Jiang Anan suddenly opened her cracked eyes! In the soul-tearing pain, she saw the entire world as if cracked in an ice mirror.

Until this time, she truly saw her opponent.

The fifteen-year-old boy named Chen Yanxun, with an innocent face, stood a giant bow on the field. He held an arrow in his hand, placed on the bowstring.

Danger!

Jiang Anan's hairs stood on end, an alarm sounding in her heart.

But just at the moment she became alert, the arrow that had just been placed on the string had already struck her body.

This arrow is called Shan Zhu.

"Feather head high, arrow low and go, Shan Shan Ran," on the arrow then release, release arrow then hit!

Jiang Anan inherited the results of good training. She consciously activated it at the start of the battle, and the Yun Sheng Wu Mie Jiu Huan Lock, which was timely hidden in her body... was instantly stimulated.

But she saw a sea of clouds surge, fog blocking the nine heavens, layers of mysterious rune giant locks, like divine dragons suddenly hidden, seeming to connect into palaces—

Yet in one exchange, it just exploded open, emitting a huge burst of air!

The fog sea divine dragons cracked inch by inch.

This was the strongest protective spell Jiang Anan could use at her current stage. It could be said to combine the wonders of all schools, and was absolutely a top spell at the inner mansion level.

But the opponent's first arrow just blinded the cloud lock, startling her instinctive illusion counterattack. The second arrow took advantage of the instant she initiated the illusion, killing into the "lock eye" and inflicting heavy damage. The third arrow directly broke this Yun Sheng Wu Mie Jiu Huan Lock at a speed she hadn't yet reacted to!

It was as if this inner mansion top spell had no secrets in the eyes of this person.

Jiang Anan even felt... He understood it better than she did!

In an instant, like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. The development of this battle was completely beyond people's expectations.

The boiling noisy spectator seats before the battle were silent as cicadas in winter at this moment.

People looked at the field in a daze, only seeing the huge cloud explosion cover everything.

Another glance then saw, after the cloud gas dispersed...

Jiang Anan flying up!

A row of cold light flashing Shan Zhu arrows and one by one bowl-sized deep pits were left at the original spot.

At this moment, Jiang Anan's speed was so fast that even Law Eyes could hardly keep up—

As if a bright moon shining, hanging high in the sky.

Behind her unfolded a pair of wings that seemed condensed from starlight, sprinkling flowing glory dots along the way. With just a flash, she had already crossed the rain of arrows and pounced to Chen Yanxun's front.

Her hand was already pressed on the sword hilt. Her momentum was about to be released and her energy was already condensed.

"Brother, can you fly?"

"At that time, wherever Anan wants to go, we'll just fly there—"

"Father and Mother are the stars in the sky. Emitting light from very far away places... for you."

The dreams of flying in childhood unfolded into this dazzling divine ability on Guanhe Terrace at this moment, its name...

Zhui Yu!

Finally knowing the world's affairs cannot be chased, regretting not being born with wings at the time of parting!

When she activated this divine ability, she could instantly chase anything she wanted to chase—

At this moment, Zhao Xue Jing Hong was already crying from its sheath. The renowned sword maker Lian Que's work, this absolutely fast sword of time, was about to display its unmatched edge on Guanhe Terrace...

Chen Yanxun retreated.

He only retreated one step, this step only one foot.

Between him and Jiang Anan, a natural barrier was separated.

Exactly one foot before, after Jiang Anan activated Zhui Yu, the landing point she chose for the sheathed "Zhao Xue Jing Hong," the startling hong-like sword intent and sword momentum that flew out before the sword edge, pounced into an empty space!

And within this awkward "empty" space that made one want to spit blood, an arrow swayed and floated.

This arrow is called... Xiang Chi.

Confucian's so-called "Shooting Rite" states that when a minister and monarch shoot, the minister does not stand side by side with the monarch, but faces the monarch one foot away and retreats.

Between monarch and minister, there is eternally separation, never intimacy.

And now violating the rite, drawing an arrow to assassinate the monarch!

That swaying arrow, like a drunken madman, holding a long edge and crossing a golden carriage, the sharp arrow directly facing the monarch's heavenly spirit, about to end this battle—

Everything was still not over!

Jiang Anan was trapped in that irritating conflicting feeling, the pain of her shattered pupils still hadn't dissipated, her long sword was about to be released but wasn't, and she was already spitting fresh blood in her throat...

She suddenly bit the tip of her tongue! Secretly urged a secret method, making her heart pulse tremble. She still couldn't truly grasp external divine soul power, but temporarily surged it out, spreading out the battlefield scroll, appearing as a fully armored general holding reins and carrying a flag.

Holding a sword, mounting a horse, killing towards... armor leaves like snow, helmet tassel red!

The sword edge was cold as autumn water, the flag surface embroidered with "Fenglin."

In a situation where all physical reactions were too late, this was a killing move.

Just like the collision between Xiang Bei and Jiang Wang in the Yellow River Meeting of 3919, in the battle of the eight strong.

Inner mansion and being able to unify the divine soul, before this, there were only these two.

But now it was the second field.

In the audience, it was very difficult to see inside the divine soul battlefield. The general who carried the flag and killed the enemy had just stirred up confrontation, stepped onto the battlefield, and then there were four paths of flowing lights like chasing stars and catching the moon... descending from the sky.

Clearly four feathered arrows, yet they were like the tilting of the heavenly pole, majestic and unstoppable, pinning the female general transformed by divine soul power dead on the ground!

It seemed prepared in advance, even these four arrows came out before the divine soul female general.

Archery has five rites.

This is called Jing Yi.

Jing Yi one, four arrows penetrate the marquis, like the graceful demeanor of a well.

Four arrows surround, the divine soul trapped and unable to escape.

Just like the moon in the well, arrows come and the wind wrinkles the face.

The crowd only saw—

That swaying arrow, arrogantly crossing out the "empty," and just nailing Jiang Anan's brow center.

A drop of blood from her brow center, dyed red like a maple leaf.

Jiang Anan fell face up!