Da Xuan Martial Saint-Chapter 669 - 383: Return to Yu County_3

“Haha…”

Upon seeing this, He Xuan burst into laughter and then said menacingly, “Don’t roll out now!”

Although Song Zhou’s expression was somber and he hadn’t thought of retreating yet, the nearby government officers were visibly shocked to see that Song Zhou was no match for He Xuan. Their momentum was flagging while the bandits were all invigorated.

“Even the leader He’s Blade Technique isn’t something you government officers can contend with!”

“With your little ability, you dare to fight against us? Leave now or you will all die here!”

Someone even began to loudly taunt.

Song Zhou’s face turned ugly, not because he couldn’t contend with He Xuan—he could still hold his own and not be easily defeated—but because it wasn’t a one-on-one fight. It was a melee involving dozens of people where the momentum of the government officers and the bandits ebbed and flowed. This way of fighting wasn’t good; their casualties were hard to control.

But just as Song Zhou saw the situation turning against them and was about to reluctantly order a retreat, he suddenly froze.

And he wasn’t the only one.

He Xuan, the government officers present, and numerous bandits, all inexplicably slowed their actions and turned their gazes toward a direction in the forest as if they were drawn by some mysterious force.

There, to everyone’s surprise, Chen Mu’s figure appeared. Dressed in simple linen, he stood under a locust tree, and he seemed to have been watching for a long time before being noticed just now.

“Who?!”

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He Xuan’s pupils contracted slightly as he instantly pointed his blade towards Chen Mu.

Despite the chaos nearby, as his subordinates and the government officers had been clashing continuously, the sudden appearance of a person whom he had not noticed before was clearly unusual. Even though Chen Mu didn’t exude the aura of a martial artist and seemed to be just an ordinary villager going up the mountain to gather firewood, a sense of alert arose in his heart.

The many government officers and bandits also all looked towards Chen Mu but were just as baffled.

Song Zhou alone…

His gaze fixed on Chen Mu’s face, he was initially taken aback, then disbelief crossed his eyes, and his face even showed an excitement he could hardly hide… How could it be him, how could he be here?!

Chen Mu didn’t speak, just stood there, and then a breeze blew, a dry leaf fell from the old tree, fluttered past him, and he casually raised his hand to catch the leaf between his fingers, his gaze turning towards Song Zhou. In an amiable tone, he said,

“River Severing Blade focuses on severing; the flow of water benefits all things rather than attacking. Although this blade technique originates from the Kan Water Sect, it actually goes against the path of Kan Water. Your practice is quite good, but if you delve deeper in this way, you will only drift further from the Kan Water Artistic Conception.”

As his words fell,

Chen Mu flicked the dry leaf casually towards He Xuan who was not far away.

He Xuan, originally pointing his blade at Chen Mu and extremely vigilant, felt an ominous sensation upon hearing Chen Mu’s words. When he saw Chen Mu flicking his finger, and a plain dry leaf flying towards him, he immediately reacted as if facing a great enemy!

Not good!

Even though he could barely sense any power from the dry leaf, He Xuan, who had been a figure in the Martial World for many years and had once glimpsed a master of the Five Viscera Realm demonstrating effortless and unfathomable skills, was shocked. Chen Mu’s silent appearance, his judgment on the blade technique, and his nonchalant actions—all these sent chills down his spine. Though it was only a dry leaf coming at him, he also quickly dodged backward, not daring to intercept it at all.

The speed and movement technique he unleashed at that instant were not just Tendon Changing Major Achievement but Tendon Changing Perfection!

“This fellow has hidden his strength.”

Song Zhou noted He Xuan’s action, a chill running down his spine. No wonder He Xuan had been rampant for many years unrestrained; the level of skill depicted in the intelligence was worlds apart from his real strength. If he were to strike with full force, Song Zhou knew he couldn’t withstand three strikes!

But before him…

Song Zhou’s mind surged with thoughts, and the next moment he saw those utterly ordinary dead leaves silently catching up with He Xuan, and then in an instant, causing him to feel a surreal trance overwhelm his mind.

In his line of sight, it seemed as if a silver-white Milky Way fell from the heavens, scattering across the world, and those dead leaves silently flew towards the Milky Way, bursting forth in an instant with an indescribable, boundless momentum of the blade, its vast majesty beyond words.

His!

A white thread suddenly appeared in his vision, and in an instant, the vast Milky Way spanned across, breaking in the middle!

By the time Song Zhou’s vision recovered from its daze and returned to normal, his gaze still met the vast expanse of the mountain forest, except He Xuan’s figure, which was retreating rapidly and leaping away, was now silently frozen in mid-air.

And then.

An unforgettable scene for everyone present occurred.

In their line of sight, centered around He Xuan’s leaping figure frozen in mid-air, a thread stretched across from top to bottom, extending across the vast mountain forest to the end of their vision, immediately splitting He Xuan’s body and the hundreds of zhang behind him, ancient trees included, right down the middle, as if cutting the Milky Way that descended from the heavens!

All the government officers were frozen in place, staring at this shocking scene, their faces showing a stupefied expression, momentarily feeling as if they were dreaming, and even the bandits were almost entirely frozen in place.

“…”

Song Zhou’s eyes were also full of shock. Initially, he wasn’t entirely certain of Chen Mu’s identity, as the Chen Mu of today, compared to many years ago, had no significant changes in appearance but had a vast difference in demeanor. Back then, at first sight, he exuded the presence of an important figure, even with a calm demeanor, he imparted a commanding aura.

But the current Chen Mu seemed to blend into ordinariness, appearing like any typical mountain folk, plain and unremarkable, nothing like the legendary figure he had heard about over the years. Yet, that single dead leaf transformed into a blade, evolving into the River Severing Blade Technique as if it could sever the Milky Way, leaving no doubt in his mind.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

In the distance, He Xuan’s upper body was still frozen in mid-air, his eyes wide open, still carrying a hint of disbelief, but after a brief pause, he ultimately plummeted downwards, along with countless severed towering ancient trees.

Amidst the roaring sounds, Song Zhou respectfully bowed to Chen Mu.

“Uncle.”

“Is Miao’er still well?”

Chen Mu didn’t look towards He Xuan but turned his gaze to Song Zhou, asking in a calm tone.

Back then in An Yu County, after seeking the Song Family as relatives, he had only arranged some future matters for the then young Song Zhou and Song Miao, and hadn’t taken much care of them afterward. Now seeing Song Zhou again, he had indeed proven himself, as years of cultivation had brought him to the Tendon Changing Realm.

“Thank you for your concern, Uncle. My sister married into the Yu Family and now lives in the Prefecture City with a pair of children, living a peaceful life,”

Song Zhou replied respectfully.

Hearing Song Zhou’s response, Chen Mu couldn’t help but show a hint of reminiscence. He remembered that when he first sought out the Song Family in An Yu, Song Miao was only about twelve or thirteen years old. In the blink of an eye, she was now eighteen or nineteen, married, and had children. How time had flown without him realizing.

He, along with Xu Hongyu and Chen Yue by his side, all practiced martial arts. Even in their twenties or thirties, having lost their youthful immaturity, they showed no signs of aging, and if they didn’t arrange their hair, they still looked like young maidens. But those who didn’t practice martial arts usually married at fifteen or sixteen, as it was normal in these times, as common people living past fifty was already considered a long life.

“That’s good,”

Chen Mu responded with a slight sigh.

After speaking, he turned around and did not speak further. A few steps later, his figure silently disappeared into the dense forest, leaving behind Song Zhou, who was slightly regretful for not being able to hear a few more words of advice from Chen Mu, and a group of government officers and bandits still standing in shock.