After finding the Taiyin Hunyuan Ancestor, Shi Feiyang realized that he couldn't force him to stay here today, and his plans over the past few days fell through once again, hence the repeated soft sighs.

The key to the upcoming catastrophe lay not with the person of the Taiyin Hunyuan Ancestor but rather with the Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword.

If the person was gone, one could simply find another's Primordial Spirit to merge with the sword, and changing a host was actually a very simple matter.

Ideally, the Taiyin Hunyuan Ancestor would be independent and cooperate with him to dispose of the Heavenly Demon Immortal Slaying Sword, and for this reason, he was willing to trade his own nine swords for it.

However, the Taiyin Hunyuan Ancestor was unwilling, which now was also due to the deep fusion with Chi You's Primordial Spirit, heavily influenced by it.

Although the situation was showing signs of gradually getting out of control, Shi Feiyang had no regrets, as he would still choose to refine swords with the Taiyin Hunyuan Ancestor in the Star Constellations Sea if he could do it all over again.

After all, he wouldn't have obtained the two treasures of the Holy Mausoleum if he didn't act this way. One's destiny must be controlled by oneself, not dependent on the mercy of others.

With every advantage comes a disadvantage; whatever calamity there is, I shall bear it!

He also stood up and told the Taiyin Hunyuan Ancestor, "Had it not been for me, you would have been reduced to ashes long ago! I created the future Taiyin Chi You, and I will take responsibility for this matter until the end!

Do whatever you want to do; those that don't concern me, I will not interfere with, but if you violate my prohibitions, I will ensure you return to your former state of ashes. You and Chi You know what my bottom line is.

Later on, I won't go out of my way to find you either. With your centuries of cultivation, you should also have your own judgments, and whatever future you desire, you'd best decide for yourself!"

After finishing his words, he slightly waved his robe sleeve and instantly teleported away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The Taiyin Hunyuan Ancestor looked at the place where he vanished, dazed for a moment, and finally, with a cold snort, turned into a beam of Demon Light and left.

After they had left, half a day passed, and two young men came up from the foot of the mountain.

Both were dressed in tight outfits and carried treasure swords on their backs, moving with a lightness in their steps that clearly indicated they had practiced Qinggong, martial heroes of Jianghu.

They were passing through Jianghu and, after half a day's journey, came upon some wineskins and cups, with two plates of dried fruit laid out nicely.

From a distance, they caught the aroma of the wine and, arriving at the pavilion, looked around to find nobody. They shouted twice, their voices echoing in the mountains without any reply.

Accustomed to wandering the outside world, they simply sat down, poured themselves some wine, and started drinking, grabbing the dried fruits to eat.

"Great wine, great wine! We brothers have wandered Jianghu all our lives, drink at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand jin of wine, yet we have never tasted anything as fragrant and fine as this!"

The other also said, "This wine makes one feel refreshed all over. It's wild and desolate out here, without a household for a hundred miles. These wine utensils are also exquisitely unusual, better than what I saw at the Prince Mansion last time! Could it be left by an Immortal?"

"If it was left by an Immortal, wouldn't drinking it turn us into Immortals too?"

"Immortal or not, having drunk such fine wine makes this lifetime worthwhile!"

"If we really could become Immortals, that would be great. We're headed to Changsha to compare martial arts and swordsmanship. I heard that that heartless old spinster Zhang Sanguni's former master was a Sword Immortal and she could also perform Flying Sword. Because she violated the sect rules, her Sword Immortal master took back the Flying Sword and expelled her from the sect."

"If she really were a Sword Immortal, we might as well not go and directly admit defeat!"

"There's no need for that. I know an old senior from Jianghu, the renowned Life-taking Swordsman Qiu Shaoliang, who has now trained under the Lushan Sect and has mastered the Flying Sword.

How formidable was that senior when he roamed Jianghu back in the day? He never needed a second move to kill, and after becoming a Sword Immortal, he must be more unfathomable. Forget about whether that Zhang Sanguni can perform Sword Control Skill,

even her master, the one called Luo Ziyuan, would not be a match for old senior Qiu. If it really comes down to it, we can go to Lushan to ask old senior Qiu to uphold justice for us!"

As the two chatted, their drunkenness intensified, and before they knew it, they fell asleep on the table.

They slept soundly for nearly a month. When they woke up, they felt extraordinarily energetic. Standing up and moving their bodies, their joints cracked loudly. Slightly harnessing the True Qi within their Dantians, they felt as if their Dao Level had increased by decades. With a flick of the wrist and an execution of an Empty-splitting Palm Strike, they effortlessly broke a pine tree as thick as a bowl outside the pavilion.

"Amazing! This must have been left by an Immortal! Really by an Immortal!"

The two knelt on the ground and bowed to the heavens, "Thank you, Immortal, for bestowing us the wine... We hope the Immortal can show themselves so we may thank you in person..."

After a half-day of praying, naturally, they received no response and then had to leave it be.

They continued their journey down the mountain, and upon reaching Changsha, found out after asking around that the martial arts competition had already ended. Although that Zhang Sanguni couldn't perform Flying Sword, her martial skills were indeed formidable, and she had also invited several swordsmen from the Emei Sect to help.

Their side suffered a complete defeat, and a chaotic fight broke out that night. Most of their people were killed or injured on the spot, and only because they arrived more than ten days late did they escape the disaster!

Shi Feiyang didn't know that the wine and fruit he left behind inadvertently changed the destinies of two men. He returned to the temporarily erected Daoist Temple, and his four little disciples, seeing him come out of retreat, hurried over to kowtow and pay their respects.

Especially Shi Zhu, it was the first time he remembered seeing Shi Feiyang.

Looking at the respectfully kowtowing child, Shi Feiyang felt quite reflective.

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