Transmigration: The Peerless Immortal Husband

Lou Huaijing was speechless. Having interacted with both Chi Changye and Gu Yao, he understood their prideful personalities. Forcing them to submit would likely leave a shadow on their future cultivation paths. Especially since Chi Changye was a sword cultivator, sword cultivators are known for their unwavering resolve—unyielding unless defeated in battle. It would be hard to make them bend easily unless they were defeated.

Gu Yao, on the other hand, thought Lou Huaijing was a decent person. He must have a relatively high status in the Changxian Sect. Gu Yao then offered a few words of advice: “Senior Lou, have you ever considered why the Sect is restricting our area so tightly? The Changxian Sect should have other subordinate forces, right? Are they also using the same methods to suppress them?”

As Gu Yao spoke, he used his spiritual sense to create a barrier. Even a Gold Core cultivator like Lord Meng would not be able to eavesdrop on their conversation without making a sound unless they used force. Of course, this was all done in plain sight of Lou Huaijing, and Gu Yao had no intention of hiding it. As for how Lou Huaijing would feel about it, Gu Yao didn’t care.

Lou Huaijing’s expression darkened. Since his arrival on Tianlin Continent after the opening of the Cangkun Secret Realm, he had realized that this place was different from other subordinate forces of the sect. What did Gu Yao’s words mean? Was he implying that there were hidden secrets behind this situation? What could they be?

“Are you not worried that Chi Daoist might lose?” Lou Huaijing asked.

Gu Yao looked up into the sky. Two figures quickly flashed through the air, having already exchanged several moves. Those with slightly weaker cultivation could not follow the movement. The cultivator surnamed Yan was also inclined toward combat, so if Chi Changye wasn’t a more skilled fighter and sword cultivator, especially considering he had re-cultivated, the outcome might still be uncertain.

Gu Yao firmly replied, “I trust him. He won’t lose that easily! The question is what kind of person that Yan senior is.”

Lou Huaijing thought for a moment and said, “If Chi Daoist can defeat him openly and fairly, showing his strength and earning Senior Yan’s respect, it should make Senior Yan take him seriously. If that happens…”

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Suddenly, a shocking dragon roar echoed through the air. Gu Yao withdrew his spiritual barrier and, along with Lou Huaijing, focused intently on the sky. They saw that the Purple Thunder Sword became the center of an intense gathering of sword energy. Gradually, a dragon shape began to materialize from the sword energy. The dragon, which was a dark purple thunder dragon, grew clearer and clearer, flying high into the sky with a roar before returning to circle around Chi Changye.

In the air, Chi Changye’s long hair and robes fluttered, resembling a deity.

At the same time, Lou Huaijing and Gu Yao both gasped, exclaiming in unison: “The sword energy is taking shape!”

With a shout from Chi Changye, the thunder dragon shot out, roaring as it charged toward Yan Yuanjing, carrying the immense force of heaven and earth. The entire city of Shifang was engulfed by the overwhelming power.

Yan Yuanjing responded with all his might, his sword transforming into a massive serpent that met the dragon head-on.

“Boom!!!!”

The two figures in the air were sent flying, and the protective barrier above the City Lord’s Mansion trembled dangerously, seeming ready to collapse at any moment. Buildings surrounding the mansion began to collapse, and even the onlookers, though standing at a distance, were struck by the shockwaves, causing them to spit blood.

The thunder dragon collapsed, and the Purple Thunder Sword shot out, returning to its master. Chi Changye barely managed to stop his movement, called the sword back to him, and after taking a pill, the sword condensed once again, forming a much smaller version of the thunder dragon beneath his feet, spewing massive lightning.

Yan Yuanjing also flew back, standing in mid-air, observing Chi Changye for a while. Just as the onlookers thought the two would continue their battle, Yan Yuanjing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, shocking Lord Meng and the others.

Yan Yuanjing’s cultivation level was high, and Chi Changye was still a relatively new Gold Core cultivator. In their eyes, Yan Yuanjing should have been able to easily defeat Chi Changye. After all, Yan Yuanjing was a powerful figure carefully nurtured by the Changxian Sect, whereas Chi Changye had grown up in the relatively undeveloped Tianlin Continent. No matter how talented he was, he couldn’t compare to Yan Yuanjing’s cultivation. However, now, a mere Gold Core cultivator, Chi Changye, not only managed to fight against Yan Yuanjing but even made him spit blood.

Particularly concerning was the thunder dragon beneath Chi Changye’s feet. Lord Meng and the others exchanged glances, their eyes flashing.

They all understood that the thunder dragon wasn’t a real living creature but rather an embodiment of Chi Changye’s sword energy. This was something a sword cultivator could achieve once they reached a certain level of mastery. Lord Meng, who had once been in the Changxian Sect, was more knowledgeable than the other attendants. The thunder dragon beneath Chi Changye’s feet not only had a tangible form but also contained traces of its spirit, almost alive, even simulating the aura of a dragon. This was what made it terrifying—it showed that Chi Changye had already touched the domain of sword intent.

His talent was frightening. So frightening, in fact, that Lord Meng couldn’t wait to destroy him. If left to grow, he would undoubtedly become a massive threat to the Changxian Sect!

Yan Yuanjing’s blood surged, and after spitting blood, he felt slightly relieved. He reined in his aura, but the battle intent in his eyes remained intense. Slowly, he descended, glancing briefly at Lord Meng. Startled by the look, Lord Meng quickly activated the protective barrier. The energy of the barrier was now dangerously depleted, and another strike like the previous one would cause it to collapse. Even now, if one used spiritual sight, they would see numerous cracks forming on the barrier.

Chi Changye also descended, riding the thunder dragon. The two landed one after the other, and the others dared not speak or disturb them.

Yan Yuanjing wiped the corner of his mouth, noticing a trace of blood on his hand. He looked up at Chi Changye and said, “You are impressive! To have inflicted such damage on me with your early Gold Core cultivation, you’re the first person to do so. Join the Changxian Sect! Staying here would only waste your talent and combat prowess!”

Lord Meng almost spat out blood in frustration. If Yan Yuanjing succeeded in persuading Chi Changye, the first person Chi Changye would target would likely be him. Chi Changye initially intended to refuse outright. Not to mention that he disapproved of the Changxian Sect’s way of doing things, he already had a sect of his own. How could he switch allegiances? While some had wronged him, his sect had also nurtured him, and until the past grievances were resolved, he would not change his sect affiliation.

But just then, he slightly furrowed his brows and heard Gu Yao’s transmission.

Chi Changye placed his hand on the Purple Thunder Sword and confidently said, “You want to recruit me into the Changxian Sect, but you’re actually hoping for another fight, aren’t you?”

“Exactly!” Yan Yuanjing’s eyes gleamed, completely different from the cold, murderous demeanor he had when he first arrived. The sight of a worthy opponent had stirred up his battle intent, almost as if it had reawakened him.

Chi Changye smirked and said, “You’re far better than those petty people like Meng. You’re more straightforward. They couldn’t defeat me, so they resort to underhanded tactics. I admit, you’re a great opponent, but I don’t think joining the Changxian Sect is the only way to continue being your opponent. How about we make an agreement instead?”

Lord Meng’s heart raced, and he immediately wanted to speak out to stop Yan Yuanjing, but he heard Yan Yuanjing respond without a second thought, “Fine! Speak, and if it satisfies me, I’ll agree to it!”

At the same time, Yan Yuanjing’s eyes revealed strong interest.

“Senior Yan, don’t fall for his trick!” Lord Meng blurted out. But as soon as he spoke, he was sent flying, spitting blood midair with a loud *pff*.

“Hmph, Yan Yuanjing doesn’t need your opinion!” Yan Yuanjing withdrew his hand, his eyes filled with disdain toward Lord Meng. This old man had been in the Gold Core stage for so many years, yet couldn’t even take a single strike from him. Let alone become Chi Changye’s opponent—he was utterly useless. Keeping someone like this around was a disgrace to the Changxian Sect.

The high-ranking members of other forces, who had been silently watching, were utterly thrilled. They hadn’t expected to see such an outcome for the old man Meng, and all of it was brought about by Chi Changye.

Previously, Yan Yuanjing’s disregard for them had been humiliating, and they might have seemed insignificant in his eyes, like mere insects. But now, they clearly understood that only those who could become his opponents would earn his recognition. The younger disciples accompanying the high-ranking officials couldn’t hide their intense desire to become strong—otherwise, they would only be trampled on.

“Ten years, we’ll make it ten years! Ten years from today, either I will come to find you, or you will come here to find me. Let’s have a great battle once more. What do you say?” Chi Changye’s voice rang out like thunder, and the Purple Thunder Sword buzzed and vibrated, seemingly responding to his battle intent.

Yan Yuanjing suddenly smiled. “Chi Changye, I’ll remember you! You’re very clever, and I’m not foolish either. But your battle intent is genuine, I can feel it. Alright, I accept your challenge. Ten years from today, if you don’t come, I’ll come myself. If I don’t see you, the blood of everyone here will flood this place because of your broken promise!”

Though he was smiling, the murderous intent still radiated from him, sending a chill through the hearts of the surrounding cultivators. The atmosphere was tense, and everyone felt the weight of it.

“Alright, it’s settled!”

The two of them struck a palm strike in mid-air, and with a loud ‘slap’, they established their agreement to the battle.

Immediately, Yan Yuanjing turned and walked toward the teleportation array. “Let’s go.”

Lou Huaijing hadn’t expected things to develop in this direction, but he soon realized that it was likely related to Gu Yao. Gu Yao had secretly transmitted to Chi Changye, which was what led Chi Changye to provoke Yan Yuanjing into agreeing to this challenge.

Could ten years really change everything?

He glanced at Gu Yao and Chi Changye, then without hesitation, followed them. Liu Xian, the cultivator with the surname Liu, raised an eyebrow and, of course, did not stay behind.

Lord Meng still wanted Yan Yuanjing to rescue him. “Senior Yan, you can’t just leave like this! What will happen to the sect?”

But Yan Yuanjing didn’t even glance at him. With a wave of his hand, he activated the teleportation array, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them disappeared into the array.

Lord Meng collapsed to the ground in despair, and the other elders trembled in fear. Suddenly, Lord Meng seemed to remember something and quickly got up, intending to send a message to the sect.

But Chi Changye moved even faster. The lightning dragon flew out, surrounding Lord Meng completely. Lord Meng couldn’t move at all.

“Chi Changye, are you trying to rebel?”

Chi Changye casually waved his hand, sending countless formation disks and flags into the air. The others present weren’t foolish either. They immediately understood his intentions, and some of them stepped forward to help—either assisting with the formation or blocking the other elders and those in the City Lord’s Manor.

Chi Changye did only one thing: personally sealed the teleportation array. Ten years—he only needed to block it for ten years, preventing any cultivators from the other side from teleporting over during that time.

“No—”