My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 139 - 124 Jiang Chebai

Chapter 139: Chapter 124 Jiang Chebai

Chapter 139: Chapter 124 Jiang Chebai

Li Yueyang took the Golden Book Amnesty Order.

He couldn’t help but glance again at the sword behind the young man with the sword, which he had heard about as soon as he entered Taiching Prefecture.

Just as the rumors described, it should undoubtedly be that sword; this person was Jiang Chebai, renowned far and wide among the previous sessions of residence students.

Now he was a direct disciple of that prominent figure from Tianya Sword Pavilion’s Punishment Mansion, serving as the Punishment Captain within the mansion.

These latter Taiching Prefecture residence students often heard of the rumors and deeds regarding Brother Jiang.

To forge a Lifebound Flying Sword from such a divine object, such a fortune of the Great Dao could probably only be possessed and grasped by a heaven’s pride like Brother Jiang.

Li Yueyang sighed inwardly.

Jiang Chebai calmly spoke, “That White Flood Dragon, is it a Sword Cultivator?”

Upon hearing this, Li Yueyang nodded and said:

“Sister Ning is indeed a rare breed of Sword Cultivator, with an extraordinary lineage. In Tranquility Mansion, she is a standout just as Brother Jiang once was. If Sister Ning were from the Human Clan, she would definitely be able to join Tianya Sword Pavilion, alas, what a pity.”

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Li Yueyang looked at Jiang Chebai’s expression, unable to discern anything, then continued with a smile:

“However, it’s a boon for us at the Xinran Sect. Senior Brother Cheng and Senior Sister Lu spent great effort to persuade Sister Ning to give up Weiwei Mountain and join the Xinran Sect.

This time, with the sect’s Great Elder leading the team to assist her after walking the river, Sister Ning should be able to successfully cultivate her Demon Core and graduate from the Taiching Four Mansions smoothly.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chebai slightly nodded, then turned around to return to the boat, but as he turned, his brow lightly furrowed.

A Demon Flood Dragon Sword Cultivator about to reach the Star-picking Realm.

These words together naturally elicited a feeling of repulsion in him.

Tianya Sword Pavilion is a subordinate sect of Taia Sword Pavilion.

Taia Sword Pavilion never admits those of different kinds into the pavilion.

This was an iron rule established 80,000 years ago by the sovereign, Jiang Taiching.

Unlike the other three great Taiching roots of the Human Clan, they did not have such a rule.

Moreover, after Jiang Taiching declared himself emperor, many of his actions were aimed at appeasing and winning over the native demons of the Xuanhuang Realm.

He even allowed the Taiching Four Mansions to recruit students of different kinds, as long as their lineage was traceable and their backgrounds were clear.

However, regarding the transmission of the Human Clan’s Sword Dao, his stance was strict.

Because when demons practice swordsmanship, it leads to endless calamities.

Indeed, among the myriad races of antiquity, apart from a very few, most demons are dull and slow in understanding swordsmanship, making it challenging to nurture a Lifebound Flying Sword.

But the fear is in the exception.

The lethality of a Sword Cultivator is already more powerful than that of ordinary cultivators, and because the Lifebound Flying Sword nourishes back, it makes the physique also much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators.

Therefore, when demons, who already have a strong physique, can practice swordsmanship and learn orthodox Sword Dao —

It’s akin to a Sword Cultivator with astonishing lethality, also possessing the physique of a Martial Artist of the same realm.

This kind of power is not simply the sum of the two.

Jiang Chebai’s gaze sharpened.

His brother, Zhao, who had been to Kuntu to slay demons, told him that the ancient demons inside the Gate of Demon Desolation also have a primordial swordsmanship inheritance.

Therefore, every time a Demon Race Sword Cultivator reaches the Seventh Realm, it becomes a very tricky existence, which human Sword Immortals of the same realm find very difficult to kill, sometimes even requiring the draw of the Emperor Elector Sword.

Furthermore, unlike the other major roots, Taia Sword Pavilion has always assisted Marquis Fuyao in suppressing the Gate of Demon Desolation, and now it even personally presides over it.

Thus.

Although the native demons have always been at a disadvantage.

As a sword cultivator of the Sword Pavilion, Jiang Chebai still harbored a subtle rejection towards different kinds of sword cultivators.

Moreover, the reason why the Punishment Mansion is currently implementing swift and fierce blockades on Wangque Continent’s mountains is because his younger apprentice brother was killed by an Evil Flood Dragon.

Although Brother Zhao said that the Divinity Transformation Evil Flood Dragon had been slain by his master, the mastermind behind it all had not yet been found.

Over the past few months, they had only caught some small fish and shrimp that were being used.

He was hiding on this ferry, also fishing, but instead of catching any fish, he encountered this situation and was forced to reveal himself ahead of time.

Jiang Chebai sighed softly, preparing to immediately report back on the incident.

“Brother Jiang, please wait.”

Upon seeing him about to leave, Li Yueyang’s expression suddenly changed as he remembered something and called out to him.

Jiang Chebai stopped but did not turn around. “What is it?”

Li Yueyang smiled and said, “Seven days from now, Brother Cheng and Sister Lu are going to hold their Daoist wedding ceremony. It had been delayed for half a year due to the situation in the mountains.

Now that all the invited guests from within the sect have arrived, they have chosen a auspicious day seven days from now to hold the ceremony. I wonder if Brother Jiang has time to attend the ceremony.

If Brother Cheng and Sister Lu knew that Brother Jiang was coming, they would be absolutely delighted.”

Li Yueyang’s tone was sincere as he gazed intently at the back of Jiang Chebai.

The latter, hearing this, did not turn around and waved his hand, continuing back to the boat.

Li Yueyang shrugged his shoulders, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, for some reason, Jiang Chebai stopped in his tracks and this time he actually turned around, his voice cold once more.

“Wait. That Daoist wedding ceremony of Cheng Lugu and Lu Yao’er… Will the students from Tranquility Mansion be going?”

Li Yueyang was taken aback, never expecting brother Jiang to suddenly ask such a question.

After a moment of thought, he replied, “Sister Lu and Brother Cheng are very popular, and most of the students from Tranquility Mansion will be there, even some of the freshmen admitted this year.”

“Where is the ceremony being held?”

“In the east of Du You City, on You Mountain at Wangque Platform.”

Jiang Chebai pursed his lips, nodding slightly, his gaze slightly lowered. The hard angles of his gaunt face seemed to soften a bit. Moments later, he turned and went straight back to the boat.

Seeing that Jiang Chebai had not indicated whether he would come or not and had just walked away, Li Yueyang let out a bitter chuckle, shook his head, and then turned into a streak of light, departing.

Shortly after.

Jiang Chebai returned to the boat to tidy up some things before flying back up to the Dragon Ship.

He looked down at the Dragon Ship beneath him, which was en route to Du You City and would soon arrive.

His gaze once again swept over the people on the ship.

Suddenly, his eyes lingered briefly on an odd couple at the stern deck.

It was a young Confucian scholar in blue robes and a stunningly beautiful Daoist nun.

Jiang Chebai was lost in thought for a moment.

Would she go?

Jiang Chebai exhaled softly, shook his head, and temporarily dispelled the image from his mind.

Behind him, the sound of a sword being unsheathed rang out. Before anyone could make out the appearance of the blade, it had already transformed into a chilling streak of sword light and departed.

On the deck of the Dragon Ship.

Zhao Rong’s gaze returned from the sky.

He had not been able to hear the conversation of the two men in the air.

Seeing the sword-carrying man merge with the sword light and disappear into the horizon, he could not help but sigh softly.

Ah, carrying a sword really does look handsome. When will I, as the Peach Blossom Sword Master, be able to wear blue robes, wield a sword, and drink wine while controlling my sword?

“That is Lunar Glaze Iron.”

Zhao Rong was taken aback upon hearing Gui’s voice, “What?”

“The sword carried on that man’s back is made entirely from Lunar Glaze Iron. He seems pretty young for a Sword Cultivator; he’s a fine Sword Immortal Seed. Hmm, this type of Golden Core Sword Cultivator isn’t considered significant within sixty years. He either must be formidable, or his sect and family must be.”

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, “You make a good point… Well, don’t I have Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold? I’m so young, and I have no notable family or sect, which just goes to show how formidable I really am.”

“Hah, you? It’s because of me.”

“…” Zhao Rong.