Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me
Chapter 151 - 106: Arrival of the Saint Heir_2

Chapter 151: Chapter 106: Arrival of the Saint Heir_2

The stream flowing from the mountain, at a certain upper stage, is filled with ’Broken Realm Realm’ sword intent.

Indeed, even creating a ’Broken Realm Realm’ in a domain requires comprehension, but with time pressing, Lu Jin’an never intended to fully understand it in one go.

His idea was simple: to have a ’sword’.

This is the difference between ’acquiring a sword’ and ’forging a sword’.

Time passed.

The New Cave Heaven had already spread among the races under the name ’Mist River Cave Heaven’, attracting more and more cultivators to Mist River, but most could only watch the spectacle.

Everyone knows that Mist River Cave Heaven will be a game between the Human and Demon Clans, to the extent that it could influence the future destiny of both clans.

If one side’s Harmonization (Demon Monarch) and Tongsheng (Demon King) experts suffer heavy losses in the cave heaven, it will undoubtedly affect the future power structure.

Moreover, the cave heaven will surely have precious Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures appearing, so everyone knows it is impossible for both sides to just send some ordinary experts to compete for treasures.

Without a doubt, this is the first critical game with treasures at stake since the peaceful decades at the Two Realms Pass.

Simply from the fact that both sides stationed two Divine Concealment (Demon Saint) experts on both banks of Mist River shows their determination.

Mist River surged, flowing endlessly.

In the sky above, Shangguan Qizheng stroked his beard and looked at his counterpart Qingyun Jun: "Truly unexpected for this old man, that a barely Supreme Level cave heaven would have you personally come."

Surrounded by golden light and resembling a kingly Roc spreading its wings, Qingyun Jun showed no expression: "Aren’t you good at calculations?"

"This old man didn’t calculate you." Shangguan Qizheng smiled slightly: "I heard your Roc Clan has produced a ’Qilin’er’?"

A murderous intent flickered in Qingyun Jun’s eyes. He had kept it hidden for so many years, yet the Upper Realm knew, and now even Shangguan Qizheng calculated it...

But the Upper Realm ultimately shares the same source, while the Human Clan...

So the Human Clan cultivator Qingyun Jun hated the most wasn’t Zheng Dongliu who had severely injured him before, but Shangguan Qizheng, the Human Clan cultivator who was a master of Fate Calculation.

This old man, as resilient as Zheng Dongliu, was simply the strongest brain support of the Human Clan.

Suppressing his killing intent, Qingyun Jun glanced at Qi Huizu, whose sword intent soared into the sky beside Shangguan Qizheng, and said nothing.

There was a consensus among the Demon Clan: in a match, as long as the one standing beside Shangguan Qizheng isn’t Zheng Dongliu or Qi Huizu, they could kill Shangguan Qizheng at the smallest cost.

If the offensive Zheng Dongliu or Qi Huizu were paired with the strategist Shangguan Qizheng skilled in mysterious arts, the two could draw the attention of more than seven Demon Saints.

The Demon Clan, despite their clever groups, always seemed slightly inferior in front of this master of Fate Calculation, Shangguan Qizheng.

"Old bird, why so silent?" Qi Huizu, arms folded and holding his sword, laughed wildly: "Hit a sore spot on your wing, right?"

Qingyun Jun gave Qi Huizu a blank look: "I heard your proud son Qi Xingyu not only didn’t inherit your Lin Yuan Swordsmanship, but eventually practiced Yin Yang Sword Dao, spending his days with Wandao Sect’s Yang Wentai’s apprentice Zhao Shize at the brothel?"

The smile on Qi Huizu’s face instantly froze. Had his rebellious son’s exploits spread so far already?

With a contemptuous smile, Qingyun Jun said: "Be careful someday he doesn’t die on some woman’s belly."

"Heh heh." Although Qi Huizu cursed his ’good’ son in his heart every day, doing it privately and openly was different.

"You think because my son practiced Yin Yang Sword Dao, he’s weak?" Qi Huizu, still somewhat proud, retorted: "Watch out, the treasure you hid in the cave heaven gets its wings clipped like you."

With a cold laugh, Qingyun Jun looked down toward the whirlpool entrance of the cave heaven, radiating golden red light and gradually taking form, and said flatly: "Don’t regret it when the time comes."

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The misty banks of Mist River buzzed with activity.

On the tea house plaza hastily set up on the east bank, the three hundred slots selected by the Human Clan either sparred in warm-up exchanges or sipped tea while observing the Demon Clan on the opposite bank, estimating the strength of some new faces.

Although no tea house plaza was built on the west bank by the Demon Clan, they likewise observed the Human Clan’s participants this time.

While the Demon Clan might arrogantly and verbally disdain the Human Clan, once their livestock, in their hearts they never underestimated the now-risen Human Clan.

The contest over the cave heaven had long begun before it opened, so at this moment on Mist River’s banks, only those qualified to enter the cave heaven were present, without any elders or protectors.

From this moment on, life and death depend entirely on one’s capabilities. Outsiders may not intervene.

"Shangguan Pavilion Master warned to watch out for a certain Demon Monarch of the Roc Clan, did you see him? Did you see him? Did you see him?"

"Mr. Jiang, did you see him? Zhao, did you see him? Junior Sister Guan, did you see him?"

"I didn’t see anything at all."

In the crowd, the young man weaving about muttered incessantly, yet no one paid attention to this chatterbox.

But even without acknowledgement, the Young Sect Master of Lin Yuan Sword Sect, Qi Xingyu, enthusiastically continued questioning others.

Though the crowd was annoyed, they could only remain silent.

Because Qi Xingyu didn’t get his position as Young Sect Master of Lin Yuan Sword Sect through connections; before Mu Qingyue first made her mark, he consistently held the title of the top young sword cultivator.

"Zhao, do you think..." Qi Xingyu threw an arm around Zhao Shize, a companion from ’visiting brothels’: "Change the subject, why hasn’t Lu arrived yet, is he still in seclusion or..."

Zhao Shize looked at Qi Xingyu speechlessly. This guy wasn’t just talkative normally; when playing games with the courtesans in the brothel, he was also chattering non-stop, causing the courtesans to have a love-hate relationship with him...