The old man said that if a sharp weapon is stained with too much blood, it will become a murder weapon. A murder weapon will create countless sins and will inevitably have resentment.

There are thousands of murder weapons in the world, each with its own viciousness, but none has the unforgettable honor of causing someone to die a miserable death.

At the moment when the Frost Blade touched blood, although Cheng Qian was still unable to concentrate on the sword, he was already numb from the hoarse and painful sound coming from the ancient times. At the same time, although the power of the famous sword and the wooden sword cannot be compared, the speed of extracting true energy is also very different. Cheng Qian held the Frost Blade and felt for the first time that he was unable to use the sword.

The masked men had not expected that a mere greenhorn could be so troublesome. After a pause, they made gestures to each other that no one else could understand, then they all gave up on others and surrounded Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian exhaled slowly, and he almost felt that he was exhaling a mouthful of white frost. The coolness of the Frost Blade Sword seemed to have soaked through his body, even his internal organs felt cold.

Seven or eight layers of sword energy pressed down on him at the same time. Cheng Qian knew that if he took it head-on he would be courting death, so he transformed himself into a phantom and dodged in the gaps between the opponent's sword energy like a swimming fish. This was thanks to Zhang Dasen and others who chased him every day and made his dodging skills more agile than that of ordinary people.

While dodging, Cheng Qian even intended to lead these masked men to the side away from the puddle and others. However, just when it seemed that he still had some strength left, he suddenly staggered as if he had been hit hard, and was even chased by the sword energy of the masked man from behind, and his left shoulder was immediately covered in blood.

Cheng Qian was no longer concerned about the pain. His mind buzzed. That was the puppet talisman he gave to Xue Qing. He just felt clearly that the pure energy in the puppet talisman had dissipated. The puppet talisman was one of the seven great talismans, with 1808 hooks. How could the spiritual energy in it dissipate so easily? Xue Qing must have encountered something that endangered her life.

So he... is he still alive?

He was just a little Taoist boy traveling alone, with nothing on his body and a gentle and steady temperament. Who would make things difficult for him?

Was this an accident, or was someone deliberately trying to intercept him?

If this was a deliberate plan, then why hasn't there been a response to the letter that Senior Brother asked Xiaoyue to take back home last year? Did it not arrive, or...

And...what about Fuyao Mountain?

For a moment, no matter how calm Cheng Qian was, he couldn't help but feel panic. Many things rushed into his mind at inopportune times. He was injured by the puppet talisman and was so angry that his eyes were blurred and his feet were shaking. Before he knew it, blood was surging from his chest and abdomen.

"Xiao Qian!"

It seemed that Li Yun called him. Cheng Qian was startled and dodged the sword of the masked man with difficulty.

There was a series of "ding-dong" sounds in his ears. At this moment, Cheng Qian's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He glanced at his senior brother in the air. At one glance, Cheng Qian knew that he was also struggling to hold on - even if there were many ants, they would kill an elephant, not to mention that none of these masked men were weak. Yan Zhengming might not have been in the state of concentration for long. The fact that he could control the sword so steadily might be an extraordinary performance in a crisis situation.

The countless souls were constantly killed by the masked man. Yan Zhengming was simply unable to focus on one thing while neglecting another. Every time a soul was killed, his face turned paler. He also had to pay attention to the safety of his fellow apprentices all the time. He wished he had a thousand hands and eyes, and three heads and six arms.

Cheng Qian didn't want to distract him, so he hardened his heart and forced back the blood that was rushing to his throat.

This was not a pleasant feeling. Cheng Qian's face turned pale and he almost couldn't hold the sword steadily. The Frost Blade Sword seemed to take advantage of the opportunity, knowing that his mood was fluctuating, and it showed signs of backlash in an instant.

Cheng Qian was distracted, and he had the illusion that he was standing alone on the surging ocean. The water in front of him seemed to come from the desolate and lightless North Sea, freezing cold and silent without a single human voice. He suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable grief and indignation in his heart - he was a divine weapon, so why was he slandered by the world? He was a genius, so why did he bear so many insults before and after his death?

Suddenly, a child's scream rang out from behind him: "Bad guy! Go and stab the bad guy! Don't bully my third brother!"

Then a buzzing sound flew past Cheng Qian's ears, and with a crisp "ding" sound, a soul-searching needle flew towards a masked man as if it had a spirit. The masked man's sword wind almost scratched Cheng Qian's clothes on his chest. At this time, he was forced by the strange and evil soul-searching needle and had to withdraw his sword to defend himself, but he didn't even scratch Cheng Qian's skin.

Cheng Qian suddenly woke up and took a few quick breaths. He found that the true energy in his body was almost used up by the backlash of the Frost Blade Sword. The problem was that he couldn't throw away the sword - because the masked men were relentless and more and more of them came.

Cheng Qian didn't look back, but reached back to touch Shuikeng's head accurately, and said softly, "Shh, don't cry, it's okay, save your soul-searching needle."

"The boat can't leave. If there is really no other way..." Cheng Qian looked up at Yan Zhengming, who was at the end of his strength, and thought to himself, "Why not let the eldest brother take this little one and find a way to break through with the sword."

It's not easy for Yan Zhengming to lead a puddle, so what about Han Yuan and Li Yun?

Before Cheng Qian had time to think, he suddenly heard Li Yun exclaim.

When Yan Zhengming could no longer support himself from flying the sword, he released many distractions and suddenly fell from the sky. Li Yun hurriedly made a hand gesture, and a layer of transparent net suddenly rose from the ground, at least preventing their head brother from falling face first.

Yan Zhengming half-knelt on the ground, swayed for a moment, and for a moment he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Cheng Qian had to take another breath, stepped on Han Yuan's shoulder, and flew up. The Frost Blade Sword proudly drew an extremely sharp arc in the air. He used the cold air of this peerless weapon to force back a circle of masked men. He felt needle-like pain in his limbs, as if his true energy had been drained by the talisman countless times - Cheng Qian knew in his heart that his meridians could not bear it.

However, at this time, even if he couldn't bear it, how could he retreat?

Cheng Qian's mouth was full of the taste of rust. He used the Frost Blade Sword to push the ground without hesitation. He was not afraid of breaking this peerless sword. The Frost Blade Sword made a sharp sound and bounced him up again. Cheng Qian instinctively drew out the sword again, but his sword moves were not yet old, and he could no longer continue. The sword wind that protected him suddenly dissipated, and countless sharp weapons pressed on the Frost Blade, almost wanting to cut him into pieces.

It was too late for others to rescue.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "How dare you!"

Then, a powerful yet gentle force swept over, effortlessly sweeping away the several sword winds pressing on Cheng Qian, but without hurting him at all.

Cheng Qian's whole body lightened and he fell straight down, but Yan Zhengming rushed over and caught him.

Yan Zhengming had no idea how he had rushed over. When those sharp weapons almost landed on Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming's heart dropped heavily in his chest, almost causing his liver and gallbladder to burst.

Cheng Qian lost consciousness for a moment, but fortunately it didn't last long. When his scattered eyes focused again, he found that the densely packed masked men on the entire dock seemed to have been swept away by someone, leaving a large empty area. Some of them fell not far away, crying for their parents and unable to get up, and some had already fallen into the sea.

At the same time, he found that he was still holding the Frost Blade tightly in his hand, and he would not let go even if he died.

Just as Cheng Qian was about to get up, he was pushed back by an arm without question. Without tilting his ears, he could hear Yan Zhengming's heart still beating wildly. He half-knelt on the ground, hugged Cheng Qian tightly, and his hands were shaking all the time. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Cheng Qian opened his eyes and whispered, "Don't move!"

Tang Wanqiu fell to one side. It seemed that she didn't gain the upper hand in the fight with Zhou Hanzheng. Her face was pale, and she was probably injured.

However, despite this, when she looked up and saw the reinforcements, her face did not show much joy, but was even more worried. She whispered, "Island Master."

Zhou Han looked at Tang Wanqiu coldly, probably taking note of this crazy woman in his heart. Then he turned around with a look of spring breeze on his face. He pretended to be reserved and elegant, gently waved the Sansi fan in his hand, and clasped his fists towards the Qinglong Island Master who was standing on a huge reef, and said, "Greetings, Island Master."

The island owner didn't even look at him, but turned to Tang Wanqiu and said, "Wanqiu, please bring those children over here. I was inconsiderate."

Tang Wanqiu said nothing. She turned back weakly and gave Yan Zhengming a look that said "follow me", then walked up the small stone steps behind the reef.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth and was about to stand up with the help of his senior brother, but was pushed back by Yan Zhengming again.

Then, he found himself suddenly suspended in the air and was actually picked up by the eldest senior brother.

Cheng Qian's originally unclear mind was instantly awakened by the fright. He was like a puppy that fell from a height. He stretched out his hands and scratched a few times in confusion, and nervously clung to Yan Zhengming's shoulders, fearing that he would be thrown down by his "delicate" senior brother. He might not die, but where to land was a problem.

Yan Zhengming was almost scared to death by him just now. His face was still not calmed down. He was furious and said in a stern voice: "Stay still!"

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment, then stiffened like a stone, allowing him to move.

The island master's stern eyes softened slightly. He looked at Yan Zhengming, and finally his gaze fell on Cheng Qian's sword.

The island owner's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at the blood frost for a while, then turned around and glanced around aimlessly, as if looking for someone - but he found nothing except the sea and sky, and the ghosts and reefs.

The island master retracted his gaze and sighed slightly. The pressure from his great power dissipated, and he returned to the appearance of a poor scholar with a sad face. He turned around and said, "Let's go back."

A few masked men saw this and were about to chase after him, but Zhou Hanzheng stopped them with a raised hand.

Zhou Han was looking at the back of the Azure Dragon Island Master with a smile on his face, and his words were indeed chilling: "Who is Gu Yanxue, and who are you? What kind of death are you looking for?"

Tang Wanqiu had not walked far when he heard this. He looked back angrily and said, "Island Master, why did you keep this villain named Zhou? You should have killed him long ago!"

The island owner walked in front without even turning his head. He chuckled when he heard the words and did not deny it.

Speaking of it, there are cultivators in Jiuzhou who don’t know the emperor and the prime minister, but everyone knows Qinglong Island. All the major immortal gates cherish it very much. How many independent cultivators who have no way to become immortals have truly entered the immortal gate from the lecture hall on Qinglong Island. The owner of the island not only has a profound cultivation level, but was once known as the "World Master".

Mortals pay attention to "Heaven, Earth, Emperor, Parents, and Teacher", but most of the immortals have long lifespans and weak kinship. Without "relatives", they are unwilling to submit to the mortal emperor. Then without "Emperor", only "Heaven, Earth, and Teacher" are left of the Five Constant Virtues. A teacher is more precious than one's own family, which shows the weight of the four words "Teacher of the World".

If I tell others about it, who would believe that Gu Yanxue, the master of Qinglong Island and the leader of the Four Saints, would look so shabby and humiliated?

Among the Four Saints, the Lord of Qinglong Island may not be the one with the highest level of Taoism, but he has always been tacitly regarded as the leader of the Four Saints, and this is naturally the reason.

Several people rushed all the way to the Qinglong Island Pier, where a battle had already broken out.

It turned out that the night watchman and disciples who had been missing from the island had all arrived here, and were fighting fiercely with another group of people.

Qinglong Island held a fairy market every ten years, which was a major event in the world of immortal cultivation. Which great man from a famous and upright sect would not be respectful when coming here? However, the visitor had bad intentions. There were already storms on the sea. Countless large ships were looming in the darkness between the sky and the sea. The fluorescent dots of the people flying swords floated in the air like a handful of stars, and the waves were surging.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just as those gossiping wandering cultivators had said, there was a dragon moving around in it!

As if it was safer to follow the owner of Qinglong Island, Li Yun finally came back to his senses from the panic, and became knowledgeable again, saying: "That is not a Qinglong. Qinglong is an ancient mythical beast. How could it appear in the human world? It's just a Jiao monster. Strange, aren't Jiao monsters only found in the West Palace? How could it run to the East China Sea?"

Han Yuan said: "Who knows which demon cultivator stole it."

Li Yun pondered for a moment, injected his true energy into his eyes, looked hard, and said in surprise: "The Panlong flag - there is a Panlong flag of the people of the Westward Journey Palace on that boat! But how could the Westward Journey Palace..."

Qinglong Island is listed as one of the top ten sects along with Xixing Palace. It is located in a remote area and has always emphasized seclusion and cultivation, not getting involved in anything. I have never heard of them making enemies with anyone, so why would they travel thousands of miles across the sea to bring misfortune to Qinglong Island?

Before he finished speaking, the Lord of Qinglong Island suddenly let out a long roar, and the giant dragon that was almost invincible on the sea suddenly fell into the water after hearing the roar. The splashing water overturned three boats in a row. The scene suddenly became quiet, and even the turbulent sea tides seemed to have calmed down for a moment.

Both sides involuntarily stopped fighting, and a path was made through the crowd. The island owner stepped forward and said loudly, "Fellow Daoists from the Westward Journey Palace, you have come to visit us so late at night. You have mobilized so many people. I wonder if you have any advice for us?"

Just after a horn sounded, the densely packed ships on the sea suddenly separated into two sides. A large Panlong ship almost emerged from the dark seabed. An old man with white hair and beard stood on the bow. Although he had an aura of dying, he was still as majestic as ever. His eyes seemed to have substance. He swept through the crowd and said, "Gu Yanxue, I haven't seen you for a hundred years. You, the master of Qinglong Island, are still as glorious as ever."

The island master frowned slightly and said with a bow, "Daoyou Baiji is polite."

Yan Zhengming, the head of the sect, was quite carefree. Apart from checking a few island chronicles when he first arrived at Qinglong Island, he didn't take anything else to heart. Upon hearing this, he asked in a low voice, "Who is Bai Ji?"

Li Yun whispered to him, "I heard that the Palace Master of the West Palace is almost a thousand years old. In the past, people often said that he would be the next one in the Nine Provinces to achieve immortality. If he cannot ascend, I'm afraid his life span will soon be over."

Cheng Qian took a breath, struggled to push Yan Zhengming away, stood up, and asked in surprise, "Second Senior Brother, how come you know everything?"

"Shut up, it's none of your business." Yan Zhengming immediately forgot to ask who Bai Ji was. He lowered his head, pinched Cheng Qian's pulse, and frowned to check his injuries.

The interaction between the two great men of the time had already caused a great uproar among the crowd. A group of casual cultivators in the lecture hall who were eager to watch the fun were so bold that they climbed up to the surrounding bushes and rocks to look around and talk.

The island owner asked calmly, "If someone is coming from the West Palace, why don't you send a greeting card first? Although my island is just a remote and desolate place, don't you know how to entertain guests? What does the White Palace owner mean by bringing people in like this?"

The Panlong ship had approached in the blink of an eye. Bai Ji said, "I am not here to visit. Five years ago, my useless grandson left home to travel. Hearing that the immortal market in your island was bustling, he came here with fellow Taoists to join in the fun. Then he sent a message to the palace, saying that he had seen the lecture hall in your island and wanted to gain some experience, so he entered the lecture hall as a casual cultivator to study. There has been no news from him in the past few years. We all thought that he was cultivating in your island, but a few days ago, the natal lamp that my grandson left in the palace suddenly went out. I used the soul-searching method to summon his soul, but I couldn't find it. Then I realized that he, he..."

When Bai Ji got to this point, he was choked up and couldn't continue.

Han Yuan frowned slightly after hearing this. He was different from his fellow brothers who turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside. He was the kind of person who wanted to know everything, big or small. He was aware of all the rumors about the three rats and four eyes on the island, but he had never heard of anyone being killed in the lecture hall.

The island master waved his hand, and a disciple trotted up to him, handed him a list with both hands, and asked Bai Ji, "May I know your grandson's name?"

Bai Ji tried his best to suppress his sadness and said in a trembling voice: "The superiors are polite."

The island owner threw the list into the air, raised his lips slightly and muttered something. Then a thick list quickly flipped from the beginning to the end, without stopping once, and fell down with the back of the book facing up.

A disciple at the side said, "Island Master, there is no such person as Bai Yanli registered in the lecture hall."

Someone not far away said, "Or maybe it's a pseudonym..."

Tang Wanqiu, who was standing beside him, said, "How dare you! What kind of place do you think Qinglong Island is that allows scoundrels to sneak in under aliases? If it weren't your real name, you wouldn't even be on the list!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the people around her instinctively felt that something bad was going to happen. Sure enough, Bai Ji became furious and asked with his hair and beard standing up, "What do you mean?"