Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 566 The Meaning of Drawing the Sword Alone

Chapter 566: Chapter 566 The Meaning of Drawing the Sword Alone

The personnel atop Qingfeng were already few. Now, only two young girls were available. Zi Ji’s intelligence wasn’t suited for command, and Jiang Ni’er was barely up to the task.

Chen Pingping really had no choice!

Secondly, with Lao Huang the ox, the Earth Chicken, and Mao Qiu present, there shouldn’t be any problems. These little creatures still possessed some strength.

「The next day!」

Two teams set out fully equipped. However, compared to the Wuji Sect’s lineup, Qingfeng’s members seemed rather lacking.

The Sect’s experts, Disciples, and others stared at this strange assembly, exchanging bewildered glances.

But none dared to underestimate them.

Still, in their eyes, even if Zi Ji and those small animals possessed some incredible abilities, it seemed unlikely that they could dismantle the Demon Race’s mighty army, right?

"That young girl’s strength isn’t bad..."

"Lao Huang the ox seems to be a Spiritual Beast too! He’s said to possess great combat strength, though I’ve never seen it myself."

"What about that old hen?"

"Not really sure, she rarely makes a move."

"And that Eight Treasures Chicken beside her, what the heck is that?"

"Good grief... there’s even a little fellow about to fall asleep..."

"Is there something wrong with this lineup?"

"Who knows?"

On the Wuji Sect’s side, Mo Wuwei led the team, which consisted of thirteen Saint Realm powerhouses.

Both teams departed under the morning sun. They set off without much fanfare, but soon, news of the Wuji Sect preparing for battle against the Demon Race spread.

The cultivators of the Southern Diaspora were deeply moved.

However, when they learned of the lineup, they were utterly astonished.

「At this time!」

In the depths of the City of Extinction.

Wen Qingshan had been standing for a long time. His gaze was constantly fixed on that palace—the first one built by the Wuji Sect, a symbol of its halls.

Though not particularly elegant or exquisitely crafted, and certainly not glittering with gold and jade, it had a very simple and unadorned appearance. Wen Qingshan stood there for a long time.

Eventually, He Yitian’s voice came from behind, "What are you looking at?"

Wen Qingshan turned around. "He went in."

"Who?"

"Chen Pingping..."

"What’s so surprising about that?"

"Just now, when the teams departed, everyone was there to see them off, but he hadn’t appeared. Instead, he had walked into this palace," Wen Qingshan said with a solemn expression, "That little black dog, Hei, is guarding it."

Next to the simple palace, a little black dog lay quietly.

He Yitian rolled his eyes. "You idle around all day. You’d be better off cultivating diligently to improve your strength."

Wen Qingshan said seriously, "The location of this palace is wrong. It’s situated at the main gate, not deep within the Wuji Sect, nor off to either side. This implies there might be something inside it, or perhaps... it’s concealing something."

His guess was correct.

The palace existed to conceal that passageway.

A passageway leading into the depths, where one could meet Yu Changfeng...

Of course, within the palace, there were also a dozen or so powerful Arrays personally set up by the Earth Chicken. Even Saint Realm experts would be unable to venture deeper if they came here.

Chen Pingping deactivated the Arrays one by one and strode into the depths.

About an hour later, he arrived at Yu Changfeng’s resting place and took out some Spiritual Medicines, Spirit Pills, and other items.

He was going to awaken Yu Changfeng.

It took several hours, consuming hundreds of eighth and ninth-grade Spirit Pills and over a thousand Spiritual Medicines.

Ordinary cultivators could never have afforded such an expense.

However, Chen Pingping possessed abundant resources and didn’t care in the least.

Time passed, and it was uncertain how long it had been when Yu Changfeng finally began to awaken. Opening his eyes and seeing Chen Pingping, he exploded in anger, "You back-stabber!"

"Senior, calm down," Chen Pingping exclaimed in alarm.

"You want me to calm down? How can I be calm? You stole my Divine Weapon, and..."

"A misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding my ass," Yu Changfeng bellowed furiously. "Take this!"

He was about to draw his sword, but unfortunately, he had no sword on him. After fumbling for a moment, he looked somewhat embarrassed.

So, he swung his palm towards Chen Pingping instead, but his body was too weak, and the blow lacked power.

He then tried to channel his cultivation realm’s power and concentrate his Divine Sense, even attempting to deploy his domain...

He was too weak.

The attack he managed was less than one ten-thousandth of his former strength, at most at the level of an early-stage Lord.

Yu Changfeng calmed down somewhat. "Oh, it really is a misunderstanding."

He was planning a sneak attack, but Chen Pingping kept his distance, showing no intention of getting closer. Yu Changfeng gave an awkward laugh. "Senior, do you have a dream?"

"Get lost..." Yu Changfeng’s expression froze.

What in the world kind of person is this? He stole my Divine Weapon, tricked Fairy Valley, and now he wants to talk to me about dreams? Is he even human? For goodness sake, act like a decent person!

"I’m quite serious..." Chen Pingping said with a smile.

"You have one minute to explain yourself. If you can’t give me a proper explanation, I’ll suppress you right here and let you savor the taste of loneliness," Yu Changfeng glared at him with rage.

It wasn’t that his temper was bad or his character flawed; it was just that Chen Pingping’s actions were too outrageous. If a Great Emperor were in his shoes, they would have torn him to shreds long ago. How could they allow him to chatter on like this?

Chen Pingping took a deep breath and said, "I met someone."

Huh?

Yu Changfeng raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"His name is Dugu Qingfeng, and he comes from the Ancient City. Traveling with him were someone named Sound—whose true form is an Emperor of Medicine—and another fellow named Candle, a young genius from the Alien Race. They are all very powerful," Chen Pingping said.

Hearing this, Yu Changfeng finally cooled down a bit.

Seeing this, Chen Pingping thought there was a chance and slowly continued, "Dugu Qingfeng drew his sword and fought two opponents at once. He managed to hold them off, but ultimately, he was no match."

"What?" Yu Changfeng was astonished. "What did you just say? Dugu Qingfeng drew his sword?"

"Yes!"

"How could that be? Members of this lineage have always been solitary and proud; they don’t draw their swords lightly. Were those two, Sound and Candle, truly that powerful?" Yu Changfeng’s eyes widened.

He had slumbered here for countless eons, growing numb to many people and events.

But hearing that someone from the Dugu Lineage had drawn their sword still caused him to tremble inwardly.

Chen Pingping immediately grew curious. "Is there some special significance when people from the Dugu Lineage draw their swords?"

Yu Changfeng replied, "There’s a great deal to it. This lineage is inherently proud, aloof, and solitary, especially concerning their Sword Dao. Therefore, they never draw their swords lightly. For one, they believe others are unworthy of facing their blades. For another, they consider their Sword Dao to be too destructive, too laden with slaughter; to draw their swords means rivers of blood will flow. Moreover, the Emperor himself once issued a decree: without his command, no one from the Dugu Lineage was permitted to draw their sword."

"???"

"Because their swords were never meant for protecting people, but for Slaying Gods. That is the ultimate meaning of the Dugu Sword Dao," Yu Changfeng continued. "Those individuals you mentioned, Sound and Candle, no matter how formidable they might be, they couldn’t possibly compel someone from the Dugu Family to draw their sword."

"Er..."

"Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Something must have happened," Yu Changfeng said gravely. Suddenly, he lunged towards Chen Pingping, seizing his shoulders and demanding, "Quick, tell me! What happened?"

He was agitated, yet his expression was somber.

After all these long years, someone from the Dugu Lineage had finally drawn their sword. Could this indicate something?

Chen Pingping felt the crushing force of Yu Changfeng’s grip and winced in pain. "Because of me!"

Yu Changfeng: "???"

Chen Pingping added, "The Giant Que within me!"