IOAFD - 1140. Invited by the Limitless Sword Hall

Chen Wentian observed the two geezers with narrowed eyes. The first one’s hair was entirely white. Even his oversized eyebrows and overgrown nose hairs were pure white. The other one’s hair was more gray than white, with an eye-catching long beard that fluttered in the wind.

These two venerable sword immortals each carried a gleaming long sword that exuded a profound aura. At a glance, anyone could tell that these weapons were top-notch, at the peak of the Spirit Lord Realm. A single slash was enough to take the life of ordinary immortals.

Chen Wentian faced these two powerful cultivators and didn’t back down. He greeted them with two enormous fireballs, forcing them slow and slash the fireballs apart.

“Wow, I am truly honored,” He said loudly, “This must be the famous sword brothers, Immortal Heartless Sword Luo Xin and Immortal Merciless Sword Luo Qing. I didn’t expect the Limitless Sword Hall to bring out two sword venerables just for me!”

“Impudent little brat!”

“Elder brother, let’s teach him a lesson!”

The two sword immortals surrounded Chen Wentian on two sides and unleashed their supreme sword arts.

Shiiing!

Shiiing!

The sound of two blades slicing through the sky made an eerie sound that echoed across the valley. The sword lights carved the space around Chen Wentian, giving him no time to flee and no space to even dodge.

Two deep cuts appeared on his body, one across his chest and one on his back. Two fountains of blood erupted, showering the blue sky.

“Master!” Peng Lingxi cried out mournfully.

Held by two enemy elders, she could do nothing but watch. She felt her heart ache with worry and anguish. Chen Wentian had already told her his plan but it didn’t make it any better. This was the first time in her life seeing him hurt like this. She wished those swords had cut her instead.

“Master!”

“Noooo!”

Wu Qianyu, Li Yuechan, and the others also reacted in the same way. They all knew what was going to happen but the sight of him bleeding all over was still a distressing experience.

Chen Wentian glanced at his disciples and grimaced, “Don’t worry. I can take them!”

The two old immortals snorted coldly and waved their swords for another round of attacks.

This time, Chen Wentian showed off a bit of his wealth. He brought out the Cloudy Bronze Parasol. A glowing bronze shield appeared behind his back, blocking the attack from younger Luo Qing. With the parasol in his left hand, he drew the White Star Sword which he had robbed from the Sword School of Duke Jin and deflected the incoming strike from the older Luo Xin.

Boom!

Spiritual energies clashed, creating two reverberating shockwaves that swept across the sky. The force was so great that all the trees in a wide area swayed heavily as if struck by a sudden gale. The trees directly below were even pulverized into pulp.

Pfft!

Chen Wentian spat out a mouthful of blood after the clash, pretending to have suffered heavy internal injuries.

The two Spirit Kings gave him no time to rest and launched another round of sword strikes. As they swung their treasure swords, a pair of enormous invisible blades crashed down from the sky, seeking to split the whole valley in two.

Chen Wentian raised the Cloudy Bronze Parasol to protect his body and stabbed the White Star Sword toward the sky.

Dugu’s Tenth Sword, Second Movement, Pierce the Heavens!

Boom!

There was another enormous clash of spiritual energies. Chen Wentian was blasted backward from the impact. He fell like a meteor and crashed into the ground with a cloud of dust and flying debris.

He landed not far from the entrance of the divine beast graveyard, where his disciples stood.

“Master!”

“Are you alright?”

“Master, get up!”

“Watch out!”

The two sword venerables arrived in a split second. Luo Xin loomed over Chen Wentian's ragged figure, half buried in the ground. Luo Qing landed near the disciples; his sword pointed at them menacingly.

“Heh, not bad. Your sword art isn’t bad. Your flame art is also quite special,” Luo Xin said, “You’re lucky. We just wanted to teach you a lesson. We’re not here to kill you. Otherwise…”

He glanced at Luo Qing who made a slashing motion. Sword energy erupted, creating a huge gash in the forest, missing Chen Wentian’s disciples by a few meters.

Chen Wentian grimaced and spat out a mouthful of blood, “What do you want?”

Luo Xin leaned back with a pleased expression, “That’s the right attitude. What we want is simple and reasonable. Immortal Blue Dragon Chen Wentian, sect master of Ten Thousand Flower Valley… the Limitless Sword Hall formally invites you to our sect as a special guest. Please, do not refuse our good intentions and courtesy.”

Chen Wentian stared up at the old man in mock surprise. He had guessed it would be something like this. The Limitless Sword Hall was obsessed with the sword art of dragons. He had revealed a bit of his blue dragon flames, making it seem as if he had obtained his powers from the divine beast graveyard. Naturally, the Limitless Sword Hall would also be interested in him.

“You… you already kidnapped my disciple. You want to kidnap me too?” He asked harshly.

Luo Xin laughed, “Don’t be so narrow-minded. Your disciple Peng Lingxi is favored by the Sword Prince Luo Ping. He is the future sword master of the Limitless Sword Hall. Anyone would admit that they are a good match. As for you, the sword master personally invited you. There is no greater honor across the Western Wumu Subcontinent!”

Chen Wentian wanted to spit at this self-righteous old man. But doing so might have earned him more sword wounds. Thankfully, he was saved by the arrival of other immortals.

“Stop! What are you doing?”

“Limitless Sword Hall, you’ve gone too far this time!”

Leading the pack were his allies, Immortal Tempest Badger Qiu Chuyi, Immortal Dust Scorpion Tie Buqun, and Immortal Phoenix Legend Shi Shi. Behind them came the Immortal Association and other random sects.

They had all seen the Limitless Sword Hall move their flying boat toward the valley but thought nothing of it. Only when Chen Wentian erupted in rage and charged into the valley did they realize something was wrong. However, they were still a few steps too late. In the time it took for them to react, Chen Wentian had already traded several blows with the two sword venerables and had been beaten into the ground.

“Go take care of them,” Luo Xin said.

“Yes, elder brother!” Luo Qing flew off and shouted towards the flying boat, “Luo Yang, Luo Wen, come with me!”

“Yes, venerable merciless!”

The two elders, named Immortal Skyward Arrogance Luo Yang and Immortal Proud Blade Luo Wen, handed Peng Lingxi to their disciples and flew off.

The trio gathered and created a sword formation in the sky to block the path of the incoming immortals.

“This is an internal matter of the Limitless Sword Hall! Outsiders are not allowed to interfere!”

“If you dare, you will be making an enemy of the Limitless Sword Hall!”

“The Limitless Sword Hall never forgets grudges!”

Their shouts were arrogant but also filled with undeniable strength. Backed by a Spirit King, nobody dared to step forward. Even Shi Shi hesitated. As for Qiu Chuyi and Tie Buqun, Chen Wentian had already ordered them to act scared and not do anything.

At this critical point, no member of the Immortal Association spoke up for Ten Thousand Flower Valley. The Eastern Light Clan naturally wasn’t going to help. The House of Armament and the Huang Family had long since turned against them. Even Ou Jingxiao from the Purple Star Tower, who previously spoke up for Chen Wentian, remained silent at this time.

That left only the Lotus Tower and Immortal Gentle Lotus Gong Liyun. She had a soft spot for him. It could even be called an infatuation.

“Limitless Sword Hall, what are you doing?” Her voice was filled with anger, “You had better give me a good explanation!”

Luo Qing faced her without a care, “This has nothing to do with you. Don’t interfere!”

Gong Liyun’s spiritual aura burst out, creating a loud cloud of pink dust that flew towards the sword venerable, “Everything that has to do with Chen Wentian is my business. Let him go, or else!”

Luo Qing simply maintained the sword array and blocked the incoming attack, “Or else what? Is he your lover? Is he your secret disciple?”

Gong Liyun didn’t reply and glared at him. Behind her, none of the other Spirit Kings of the Immortal Association came to help her. Just by herself, she couldn’t defeat the sword array in front of her. She felt helpless.

On the ground, Luo Xin laughed at Chen Wentian, “Haha, look at that. Nobody is going to help you. Now, are you going to come along obediently or will I have to force you?”

He pointed his sword at the disciples nearby, “Maybe I should kidnap a few more to convince you?”

Chen Wentian glanced at them, acting out an intricate play. A variety of emotions flashed across his face; loss, reluctance, helplessness. His disciples also performed their part, acting anguished and tearful.

“If I go with you, you have to leave my other disciples alone,” He finally said through gritted teeth.

“You have my word, as long as you cooperate,”

“Fine, fine…” Chen Wentian grunted in pain as he climbed up, “Let’s go.”

Luo Xin gestured towards the flying boat in an almost friendly manner, “This way, Lord Chen.”

>>

Next Chapter https://www.patreon.com/posts/147766198