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Chapter 404 - 254: The Confrontation between Old Biden and Young Biden

Chapter 404: Chapter 254: The Confrontation between Old Biden and Young Biden

"Hmph!"

Angrily waving his sleeve.

A shadow flickered past within the city; not a single one of the hundreds of guards near the city gate noticed anything amiss.

His head was wrapped in a dark cyan headscarf, dressed in dark brocaded clothes, with a vest over them. Red patterns embroidered near the sleeves and shoulders gave it an antiquated feel.

Big trousers, short vest, a walking stick polished to a shine, combined with the old headscarf that hadn’t been changed for who knows how long, made a garb that one could call "old master" without even needing to see the face.

He crossed out of Dongliang City in mere moments, darting out for more than twenty miles, yet the figure that followed showed no signs of giving up, which doubtlessly fueled the elderly man’s rage.

"Dare to follow out? You really think I lack temper?"

Black mist enveloped the area, rising from the bushes, rolling up layers of cloud waves!

Such a miraculous sight drew the attention of several pairs of eyes within the territory of Country Liang, among them were a few elders alike who cast their gaze this way—curious about the happenings, though most of their attention was still on their own grand-disciples.

Not just in Dongliang City, but across the entire territory of Country Liang, had essentially become the main battlefield where disciples of all families, third and fourth generations alike, clashed fiercely. At least seven or eight places were sites of struggle, fighting tooth and nail, indistinguishable in victory or defeat.

Just as Liu Tangxi said, the many cultivation disciples gathered here were the elites of their respective great sects, young and promising, with exceptional strength, and even a few Nascent Soul Stage disciples among them. Both sides were young, and each was among the finest disciples from their sect.

Prideful and arrogant, backed by elders, a dispute would escalate to blows in an instant; beyond personality, there was the competitiveness etched deep in their bones.

The black mist, as if endowed with sentience, coiled into a vortex, entangling the pursuing white figure within, clouds rising and winds howling. In that vortex of darkness, a flash of cold light sped through in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, the black mist scattered, pierced from the center point, a sword rose to the skies, dispersing the fog with a casual flick, the sword light concealed, likewise not stirring up any ripples.

A look of astonishment flashed across a face marked with liver spots, but still, the elder raised his hand, rough as tree bark, directly reaching out towards the incoming sword light.

Caught in the palm.

The densely compressed Sword Qi in his hand struggled and writhed desperately, like a white snake grabbed by its vital point. With an appearance of serene ease, but judging by the bulging veins on the back of his hand, it seemed it was not without difficulty.

"Hmph."

A cold snort.

Be it familial inheritance or personality trait, the Cen Family Village, from ancestors to descendants, seemed to have a penchant for issuing such disdainful snorts. The slightly trembling old hand and the flicker of intense concentration in his eyes revealed his regard for this attack of Sword Qi.

Squinting his eyes, that unremarkable streak of white light lingered in his hand for at least seven or eight breaths before completely dissipating. He silently judged the power of this sword; had he not intervened, it would have cut a hundred yards, to say the least.

"Worthy of being Liu Jian’s favorite disciple, no wonder years ago when this lass came to the Southern Border to commit murders, even Lao Bi shamelessly invited this girl over as a guest."

"And even thought about having Yue Yue take her as a master. Indeed, she has some skill; within the village, the number of those who can receive this sword probably wouldn’t exceed five."

"No wonder I have been in Dongliang City toiling for days and have yet to see those false gentlemen from Purple Cloud Palace who pretend to cultivate in asceticism, yet they send such a young lass to contend with us, hmm..."

The thoughts in his mind flickered and vanished, coughing slightly.

In truth, he was merely expelling the Sword Intent that had intruded into his body. It seemed effortless, but his old bones could not endure much, his aged voice grating and unpleasant to hear.

"Mediocre skills, nothing impressive, far inferior to Liu Jian."

An elderly, dark complexion flashed a hint of rosiness but disappeared as quickly as it came, stubbornness akin to a family heirloom—red-skinned ducks.

"Indeed, far from master’s level. Elder Cen, long time no see."

Tangxi returns to its sheath.

The preceding confrontation carried no real ill-will; Cen Yongsheng was merely somewhat vexed, as any grandfather seeing a pig rooting through their well-tended cabbages of twenty years would likely share the same expression.

Not to say that other people’s pigs shouldn’t root around—after all, cabbages once grown will inevitably be rooted by someone’s pig—and for someone of his old age, seeing the offspring thrive was certainly a good thing.

The problem was.

The wealth should not flow into the fields of outsiders.

If their cabbage was rooted by a pig from their own vicinity, then fine—it was still one of their own. How could they allow cabbages to be rooted by a wild pig from outside?

Especially when the pig is digging while elbowing outside, nearly angering him to death.

The Cen Family Village had divulged nearly all their top-secret information regarding the Phoenix Heavenly Cave, and they shared it without any thought or hesitation. Not even if one of their own asked would they likely be so straightforward.

All this information was gathered by his second and fourth brothers risking their lives, spending a year and a half in that Grotto Heaven to compile. And just like that, you told it all to this lad in a few words?

And when did the two of you get involved?

And why would you get involved with someone from the Central Plains?

Despite fiery rage within, he managed to keep his emotions under control at his age. Glancing at the young woman who followed, he had originally thought this girl would be a replica of Liu Jian.

But he realized this woman was somewhat different from Liu Jian.

"Hm."

He nodded.

A response to Liu Tangxi.

The words he spoke were not the local dialect of the Southern Border but the heavily accented language of the Central Plains.

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