Da Xuan Martial Saint-Chapter 385 - 258 Harvest

Above the swamp.

Two figures were entangled in combat, one of whom was slightly aged, clad in a bright red official uniform, holding a red broadsword in his hand. With each swing, billows of fiery flames surged, revealing none other than Meng Tianzhang, the Bureau Head of the Demon-Slaying Office.

In the past, when Meng Tianzhang was stationed in Yu City, he rarely went out. Whenever a demon disaster occurred, he generally stayed within the city. However, with the current political changes in Yu County, not to mention the people and horses of the other great sects, there were more than three or four stewards from the Seven Profound Sect in Yu City, as well as protectors present. Not to mention Yan Jingqing, a high-ranking expert on the Wind Cloud List, Meng Tianzhang was much freer than before.

"Meng Sir’s mastery of the Separating Fire Artistic Conception to the second level is indeed extraordinary, but in this water marsh, without the geographical advantage, it will be somewhat difficult for you to contend with me. Why not hand over that piece of ’Black-bone Wood’ to me?"

The person entangled with Meng Tianzhang was a steward from Linjiang Pavilion, wielding a longsword, occasionally stirring up strands of water traces with his swings, crisscrossing and churning from the swamp, trapping Meng Tianzhang in place, making it difficult for him to escape.

At this moment, Meng Tianzhang clearly lacked the intent to fight. On his back, he carried a long, roughly two-foot piece of black wood that looked rotten yet seemed very tough. He was trying to break free in every direction.

Black-bone Wood.

A kind of spiritual object that grows deep in the mud and marshes, with not insignificant medicinal value.

"Hmph!"

Meng Tianzhang sneered, swinging his red broadsword and shattering the incoming water traces, the fierce flames rolling up and forcibly clearing a path as he attempted to rush out.

However, the effectiveness of the Separating Fire Artistic Conception was ultimately limited here; he managed to charge only a dozen yards before getting entangled again.

But Meng Tianzhang was not panicked. He continued to strike with his sword while he coldly scoffed, "Even if you have the geographical advantage, it won’t be that easy for you alone to trouble an old man like me."

Guo Wen, the steward from Linjiang Pavilion facing him, replied with a light smile, "Indeed, I alone cannot trouble Meng Sir, but are you confident you can face two against one?"

As his words echoed.

Meng Tianzhang’s expression changed slightly when he saw another figure approaching from afar, arriving close in an instant—it was yet another steward from Linjiang Pavilion, apparently having communicated with each other by some means.

With the two working together, Meng Tianzhang’s pressure suddenly doubled; previously able to make dashes left and right, now he could only defend himself in place, and was clearly somewhat hard-pressed. Explore more at novelbuddy

"Meng Sir, there’s no need to persist. Leave the Black-bone Wood, and we won’t make things difficult for you," Guo Wen said while wielding his sword, addressing Meng Tianzhang.

Meng Tianzhang was no ordinary character; it was only because of the land’s influence that he was suppressed by their advantage. If they were outside, even if two people worked together, it might not be easy to stop him. At this moment, it was all for the sake of seizing the treasure.

Meng Tianzhang was also secretly annoyed. If he were in a place where he wasn’t affected, he wouldn’t fear facing two against one, but the situation was now perilous. It was not easy to obtain the Black-bone Wood only to let it slip through his fingers easily, but the circumstances were beyond his control. Guo Wen and the other did not attack lethally—one, for fear he might destroy the Black-bone Wood, and two, because they did not wish to fight to the death with him.

Why are there no other stewards from the Seven Profound Sect nearby?

Seeing the situation was unfavorable, and Guo Wen’s moves were gradually becoming fiercer, Meng Tianzhang silently shook his head, prepared to give up, when suddenly a voice came from not far away.

"Meng elder, it’s been years since our last encounter, your conditioning seems quite robust."

Whoosh!!!

Following that voice, the water traces stirred up by Guo Wen and his companion, which were entwining them and their swords, suddenly burst one after another, dissipating into mist.

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Both Guo Wen and his companion were startled and hastily retreated, looking towards the direction of the voice.

They saw two figures approaching across the swamp, still twenty or thirty yards apart, but the Power of Heaven and Earth nearby seemed to be influenced by some force, constantly roiling and surging.

"A decrepit old man, hardly worthy of being addressed as ’elder’ by Protector Chen," Meng Tianzhang replied, lowering his red broadsword, not minding Guo Wen and his companion, but chuckling as he looked towards the people coming from afar, his eyes reflecting deep contemplation.

Despite the distance, he couldn’t mistake the voice—he knew Chen Mu, who once cultivated in the Demon-Slaying Office for a lengthy period and was closely associated with Meng Danyun. He paid much attention to Chen Mu.

But.

Three or four years ago, Chen Mu was an official under his command in the Demon-Slaying Office. Later, he was promoted to Metropolitan Commander by Yan Jingqing, still a junior under his command, and at that time he hadn’t even reached the Five Viscera Realm.

But now, in just a short three or four years, Chen Mu had not only surpassed him, stepping into the Six Viscera Realm, becoming a protector of the Seven Profound Sect, but also—like Yan Jingqing—had a place on the Wind Cloud List, his strength and status completely transformed compared to the past!

He remembered the time when that youth had come to the Demon-Slaying Office, respectfully asking to borrow the Xun Wind Diagram for cultivation. In the blink of an eye, Chen Mu had far surpassed Meng Family’s pride, the genius ’Meng Danyun’, and could even stand on equal footing with Yan Jingqing. What a dreamlike twist of fate.

There, Chen Mu, with Chen Yue in tow, walked across the mud marsh as if on solid ground, heading their way, while Guo Wen and the other Linjiang Pavilion steward realized they were in an unfavorable situation, their faces changing drastically.

Swoosh! Swoosh!!

Without any hesitation, the two of them turned to flee into the distance.

However, Chen Mu’s expression remained calm, as he merely raised his hand towards them from afar and made a grasping gesture, "Why in such a hurry to leave?"