Chapter 126: Dragon Hiding Peak

  The second update! Thanks for the support of "Wan Shi Lun Hui" brother!

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  "You dare to make a sound, I'll kill you." Chen Xiao looked at the inner disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect who was being strangled by himself and said coldly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

  Just as he had barely escaped from the layers of defensive sword arrays, he suddenly bumped into this patrolling disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect in front of the mountain gate. Having no choice, he could only take action to subdue this person.

  "Who... who are you? This is the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect. If you dare kill me, you won't be able to escape!"

  This man had a wolf-like head and mouse-like brain, with sunken cheeks that were long and narrow, and was as thin as a monkey. His name was Liu Zhang, and at this moment he was being choked by Chen Tai, his face filled with shock, anger, and doubt.

  He really couldn't understand how Chen Yu appeared, as an inner disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, he was extremely clear about the power of the sect's mountain-protecting sword array, which could kill a Nirvana realm great cultivator, and in thousands of years, not one person had ever broken through the grand array.

  Now, however, someone had quietly walked out of the formation without triggering its restrictions, which left him shocked.

  Is this guy even more powerful than a Daoren in the Jiepan realm?

  After the shock, Liu Zhang felt a deep sense of fear rising in his heart, and unconsciously he had already regarded Chen Tai as a 'senior' with unfathomable cultivation.

  "I won't kill you, how about we make a deal?" Chen Xiao said with a stir in his heart.

  "It won't do. For things that are detrimental to the Liu Yun Jian Zong, even if it means death, I, Liu Zhang, will not do it." Liu Zhang's response was extremely resolute and righteous.

  "Don't worry, it won't make things difficult for you." Chen Ting had some admiration for the guy's guts, and his tone also became more gentle, "You tell me where a person lives, and I'll give you a lower-grade yellow rank treasure, how about that?"

  "Lower-grade magic treasure? Liu Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Without thinking, he replied without hesitation: "Good!"

  Chen Xiao was taken aback, changing his expression so quickly? This guy didn't have any backbone, he was clearly pretending just now.

  "Senior, are you looking for someone? Liu Zhang smiled awkwardly and patted his chest, saying: "Senior, you've come to the right person this time. You probably don't know that I, Liu Zhang, am known as 'the one who knows everything' in Liuyun Sword Sect. There's no one I don't recognize!"

  "Hmm, I'd like to know where Chen Huan is." Chen Xiao said, taking out a yellow lower-grade flying sword from the storage ring and waving it in front of Liu Zhang, "Tell me after this, and this flying sword will be yours."

  Liu Zhang was almost blinded, his eyes staring fiercely at the flying sword in Chen Tai's hand, excitedly saying: "Of course I know, Chen Huan, he is a disciple of Master Xuan Song, his left-handed swordsmanship is extremely powerful, how could I not know?"

  "Where is he?" Chen Tai was certain that Liu Zhang's words were true, because the fact that his younger brother's right hand was disabled and his left hand was good at swordsmanship was something that someone who didn't know would not be able to say.

  "Dragon..." Liu Zhang's eyes rolled over, and he said with difficulty: "Senior, I've told you, you won't kill me, will you?"

  "You lead the way, after we meet Chen Huan, I'll let you go. I wouldn't dare kill you in front of the Flowing Cloud Sect's disciples, would I?" Chen Tang casually tossed the flying sword to Liu Zhang and said slowly.

  "That's right." Liu Zhang nodded.

  At once, Chen Yao picked up Liu Zhang and transformed into a gentle breeze, sweeping away to the distance. With the guidance of the earth-headed snake Liu Zhang, Chen Yao soon arrived in front of a mountain peak.

  This peak is as high as ten thousand zhang, its entire body is straight and slender like a knife cut, but the mountain top is extremely vast. From afar, it looks like a giant umbrella supporting the sky, or a mushroom reaching for the sky, with an extraordinary shape.

  "This peak is called Long Ming, it's the place where my Flowing Cloud Sword Sect punishes its disciples by banishing them. The scorching heat during the day is like being roasted, and the cold at night is like being in an icy cave. Moreover, there are also the erosions of the rolling wind blades, making the environment extremely harsh."

  Those disciples who were exiled here, every day they have to dig out thousands of kilograms of red-striped iron ore in the belly of the mountain, and collect hundreds of kilograms of Nine-Heaven Star Sand at the top of the mountain. They are treated like slaves in a mine, suffering beyond words. Every disciple who is punished and comes out from here is tortured until they no longer look human, their appearance is simply miserable beyond compare.

  "It was about a year ago that your younger brother broke some rules and was expelled from here, needing to atone for three years before he can return to the sect to cultivate."

  Liu Zhang spoke eloquently, his excited expression mixed with deep apprehension, completely unaware that Chen Tai's face had gradually turned gloomy and icy.

  I knew it!

  As expected, his younger brother was implicated and suffered persecution from the Su family, and was banished to this Dragon Burial Peak!

  It was just a year ago when I had just returned from the depths of Nanman, wasn't it? At that time, I had annihilated the Li clan, and I suppose that must have caught the attention of the Su family, which is why...

  Chen Ting almost instinctively knew that, given his younger brother's temperament, he would never dare to violate the family rules and commit a heinous crime. So why was he being driven out of this place? How could he not guess who was behind it?

  Luckily, my brother is still alive now. If I had come a step later, the consequences would have been unthinkable! Chen Ting took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, saying in a low voice: "Do you know where he will be now?"

  "There are no less than a thousand people scattered around Long Ming Peak, ask anyone and you should know." Liu Zhang hastily said, he keenly sensed that the mood of this 'senior' beside him had turned extremely bad, and immediately dared not speak recklessly again, afraid of bringing disaster upon himself.

  "Isn't anyone taking care of this place?"

  "There is, but it's during the day. At night, there's no need to keep watch. These people have been drained of their energy after a hard day's work. Who still has the strength to escape? Besides, this is inside the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect. Even if they wanted to escape, they can't get out of the Protective Mountain Sword Array."

  Chen Yao didn't say much more, and brought Liu Zhang flying down to the waist of Longming Peak. There was a group of people with tattered clothes, dry faces, and disheveled hair resting there.

  It's already the wee hours, and the chill on Longming Peak is even more severe. The cold has caused these people to huddle together on the grass mats, shivering uncontrollably even in their sleep. Their miserable appearance is worse than that of beggars sleeping on the streets.

  Bang!

  Liu Zhang walked up quietly and slapped awake a middle-aged man with a waxen complexion and deep eye sockets, asking: "Do you know where Chen Hao is now?"

  "Chen Hao? The one who lost his right hand? He should be at the mountain peak around this time." The middle-aged man replied vaguely as he woke up from his sleep.

  Chen Yao could no longer bear to look at him, afraid that he would lose control of the anger in his heart, and immediately grabbed Liu Zhang and flew towards the mountain peak.

  ……

  The dragon's peak in the night, empty and quiet, with endless cold air turning into white fog, wandering around, and a thick layer of ice crystals condensed on the sand, rocks, grass and trees on the ground, just like an icy world.

  At this moment, a young man is practicing sword in the rolling cold air.

  His clothes were tattered and worn, his hair was dirty and disheveled, his thin frame looked like a bamboo pole, yet the left hand that grasped the sword was very steady. Steady as the ancient pine trees rooted on the cliff, each move swift and precise, precise as if measured by a ruler, the sword's momentum presented itself in a majestic and powerful manner, like the Yangtze River, the great mountains, with an aura of grandeur and thickness, as if hiding a beautiful landscape within his chest and abdomen, hiding a magnificent sword path, borrowing from his hand, this was how he swung out the majestic and powerful sword moves before him.

  Hah! Hah! Hah!

  It was astonishing that his sword had no true yuan energy, but as long as the rolling cold air rising between heaven and earth came within ten zhang of his body, it would immediately disperse and retreat, not daring to take a step further beyond the Thunder Pond.

  Crack!

  With a crisp sound, his figure paused, the sword shadows in the sky disappeared, and only then did he see clearly that what he was holding onto was not a sword, but a broken tree branch.

  Hoo... Hoo...

  He crouched on the ground, panting violently, with only a pair of bright eyes shining on his pale and emaciated face, filled with determination and persistence.

  "I won't rest, I must get stronger. I still have to share the burden with my brother, avenge my grandfather, and..."

  Muttering to himself, he struggled to get back on his feet, but as soon as he stood up, he began to sway unsteadily, as if he might be blown away by the wind or collapse at any moment.

  But in the end, he still stood firm, his left arm trembling as he raised a broken tree branch and swung it again.

  Plop!

  In less than a minute, he fell to the ground again, panting heavily, his emaciated cheeks turned even paler, and his eyes were filled with threads of blood.

  "I won't give up. How can Chen Huan admit defeat? I must become stronger, my brother has sacrificed too much for me. If I don't become stronger, he will definitely be heartbroken..."

  He muttered to himself, encouraging himself again and again, like a fool or madman who would never know the meaning of surrender.

  He didn't notice at all, but not far away, a pair of eyes was staring blankly at him, with pain, anger, and emotion... all the emotions submerged, condensed into tears, rolling down.

  That man was Chen Tang. At this moment, he was silently shedding tears. For seventeen years, he had only been able to hold back his tears until now, at this very moment.

  A man has tears but does not easily shed them, it's just that he hasn't reached the point of heartbreak yet.

  "Xiao... Hao!"

  Not bad, that frail and pale young man, the one who fell down again and again on the mountain top, but got up again and again, was Chen Huan.

  Upon hearing the voice, he was visibly stunned for a moment, then shook his head and muttered with a bitter smile: "I'm having another hallucination, there's no way my brother could be here."

  "Xiao Huang!"

  This time, the sound exploded in his ear, so real that Chen Huan couldn't believe it. He struggled to lift his head and saw a familiar figure standing beside him.

  "Brother, am I dreaming?" Chen Hao's eyes widened and his lips trembled.

  Chen Xuan felt an indescribable pain welling up inside, tears streaming down her face as she reached out and hugged her brother tightly to her chest, just like when she used to hold him in her arms when he was still a baby.

  "This is real, not a dream, Xiao Hua, brother will take you away from here, okay?" Chen Tai's voice was low and hoarse, like a wounded wolf.

  "Hmm..." Chen Hao seemed too tired, his mouth responded with a murmur, but he had already fallen asleep.

  "Sleep well tonight, and when you wake up tomorrow, I'll make your favorite dish for you." Chen Yu took a deep breath, put his brother on his back, and headed down the mountain.

  "Taking him away like this will only harm him."

  Just then, a clear and melodious voice suddenly came from afar, accompanied by the sound, the dense cold fog on the mountain top suddenly opened up, and a middle-aged man wearing a simple Taoist robe floated in.

  He has a handsome face, sparse and broad eyebrows and eyes, tall and slender figure, holding a goose feather fan, just like a private school teacher in the secular world, his whole body emits a refined and elegant atmosphere.

  Chen Xiao was now too lazy to say anything else, and with a flash of his body, he immediately fled down the mountain peak.

  But just as he moved, a vast and majestic aura burst forth from all directions, the terrifying pressure was like a towering mountain pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to move or even struggle.

  How formidable! With just a breath, he suppressed himself. What level of cultivation has this person reached? Chen Xiao's heart was shocked, and only then did he realize that the elegant and handsome middle-aged man in front of him was actually a master with unfathomable strength!

  Plop!

  Liu Zhang, who had been watching from a distance, seemed to be frightened out of his wits, and with a soft knee he knelt down on the ground, trembling and calling out: "Disciple Liu Zhang, has seen Master Wen Xuan's uncle!"