Peerless God Emperor

"Jue Chen, what do you think of this as a good thing?" The Heavenly Sword Saint gazed at the Mortal Realm Sword Saint as he spoke in an indifferent tone.    

"I didn't say that." The Transcendent Daoist replied, "I just think that this matter might be beneficial for Spring and Autumn."    

Chun Qiu had always been growing up under the protection of the Sword Pavilion, but he had used a few decades to advance to the Emperor Realm. His cultivation path could be said to have been smooth sailing, and after suffering a few losses this time, he had finally been taught a lesson.    

"I understand what you mean, but I'm afraid that he won't be able to let go of Spring and Autumn." Pure Yang Sword Saint was a little worried. He could not be more familiar with his youngest son's personality and was very persistent.    

"This way is even better. It can stimulate his cultivation and continuously increase his strength." The Transcendent Daoist smiled, "Everyone calls it Chaotic World. Chaotic world is a time where heroes stand against each other. In an era where Heaven's Pride fights, there are very few people who can continue to win. It's not a bad thing for him to suffer a little at this moment."    

The Heavenly Sword Saint and the Void Sword Saint nodded slightly. Clearly, they agreed with the Mortal Parting Sword Saint. Defeating many things was not a shameful thing. Besides, it was not called losing at Spring and Autumn, it was only letting the opponent escape by luck.    

As a proud son of heaven of this generation, he should have a heart of a hundred rivers.    

At this moment, only the Heavenly Sword Saint remained silent. It seemed that he did not agree with the words of the Transcendent Mortal Sword Saint.    

Pure Yang Sword Saint looked at him, he knew in his heart that the Heaven and Earth Sword Saint was the most experienced person in the Sword Pavilion, and the sword pavilion's face and honor were more important to him than his life. So, he was naturally enraged by what had happened, and it was understandable that he wanted to take back the sword pavilion's face.    

"Although it's just a small matter, it concerns the Sword Pavilion's face. We still have to do some things." At this time, the Pure Yang Sword Saint's gaze swept across the various Saints and continued to speak: "I wish, send people to the residences of the Zither Demons, and pay a visit to the Zither Demons in the name of the Sword Pavilion."    

As these words were spoken, the eyes of the Heavenly Sword Saint, the Void Sword Saint, and the Mortal Parting Sword Saint all lit up.    

It was called a visit, but in reality, it was a visit for everyone to see. It was as if telling everyone that the Sword Pavilion did not care about what had happened previously, and instead went to visit the Zither Demons, displaying the Sword Pavilion's extraordinary bearing.    

This way, the Zither Demons disciples would appear to be very rude.    

"In your opinion, who should we send?" The Pure Yang Sword Saint asked the various saints.    

"The identity of the person sent is extraordinary, his status in the Sword Pavilion is not low." A light suddenly flashed in his eyes as he smiled, "I already have a suitable candidate in my heart."    

"Who is it?" The Void Sword Saint was a little curious. Pure Yang Sword Saint and the others also looked at him, curious to know who he was going to choose.    

"Someone has to answer the bell." The Transcendent Sword Saint spat out a sentence.    

The gazes of the crowd froze as their eyes lit up. Spring and Autumn is about to go?    

"With Chun Qiu's personality, I'm afraid she won't go." The Heavenly Sword Saint shook his head. He believed in everyone else. He did not believe in Spring and Autumn.    

"Leave this to me. I'll go tell him." A mysterious smile appeared on his face, as though he had already made up his mind.    

The Pure Yang Sword Saint looked at the Sword Saint with a hint of surprise in his eyes.    

"I'll be leaving first." The Mortal Realm Sword Saint spoke to the crowd. After which, he transformed into a streak of light made of resplendent sword and shot out of the palace, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye.    

...    

In a secluded area, within a secluded manor.    

Four figures were seated around a circular stone table. The table was filled with fine wine and delicacies, with delicacies in the sea and mountains. A hearty laughter could be heard in the air from time to time, as if they were friends that had not seen each other in a long time.    

"It's been years since we've last met. If you're not drunk today, you're not allowed to leave until you're drunk!" An old man wearing an ink-colored robe stood up and shouted.    

His hair hadn't been washed for a long time, making him look incomparably messy and messy. However, he didn't seem to care at all, constantly pouring wine into his mouth, his face flushed red. Behind him, a jar of wine was casually tossed onto the ground, completely empty.    

"Enough, old drunkard. You've already drank dozens of pots, right? Haven't you had enough?" Beside him, a handsome and refined scholar looked at the old man with disdain, as if he despised him.    

"Are you joking? I am a dignified Alcohol Immortal. If I don't drink, how can I be called Alcohol Immortal?" The old man rolled his eyes at the middle-aged scholar and gulped down another mouthful of wine as if he was feeling extremely satisfied. He laughed out loud and said, "I'm going to die soon with good wine as my companion. I don't regret dying nine times in a row!"    

Seeing the crazy look in the elder's eyes, the other three looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.    

Several hundred years had passed, and he was still the same as before. He was addicted to alcohol, and hadn't changed at all.    

He really fully displayed the title of Alcohol Immortal.    

"Teacher, I'm back."    

At this moment, a gentle and sweet voice came from outside the manor. This voice belonged to a woman. Before she even arrived, her voice had already reached the manor.    

Hearing the woman's voice, a middle-aged figure beside the stone table suddenly raised his head. His eyes shone with a brilliant light as he smiled and said, "My good disciple is here!"    

At this moment, the other two looked in the same direction at the same time. It was unknown when the drunken old man put down the wine jar in his hand. His mind seemed to have cleared a bit as he muttered to himself, "He actually accepted a female disciple. His luck is indescribably good!"    

He saw an elegant figure wearing a plain long skirt enter the manor. Her movements were graceful and beautiful with a sweet smile on her face. She was extremely alluring, like a fairy that didn't care for the world. Her every move exuded an extraordinary temperament.    

When she noticed the wine jars behind the old man, her smile froze, and the corner of her mouth twitched. As expected of the Alcohol Immortal, her reputation was well-deserved.    

Of course, she only dared to think of these words in her heart and never say them out loud to his face.    

The few people in front of her were all her seniors, and they were all the close friends of Master, friends that had lived together.    

"Rong'er, come over." A middle-aged figure waved at the woman.    

The woman gracefully walked to the front of the middle-aged man and affectionately called out, "Teacher."    

"I've mentioned these three seniors to you many times, so I came here specifically to see you." The middle aged man looked at Rong'er and laughed.    

"Are you really here to see me?" Rong'er took a glance at the wine jars that were piled high on the ground. It was possible that he had deliberately come to find people to drink with him.    

"Rong'er, do you know who I am?" At this time, the scholarly middle-aged scholar looked at Rong'er and laughed. There was some interest in his eyes, as if he was deliberately teasing her.    

Rong'er's gaze turned towards the middle aged man, and her beautiful eyes revealed a trace of brilliance. This man looked gentle and refined, giving off a kind of easygoing vibe, and his expression revealed a few traces of amusement and elegance. He looked somewhat similar to her teacher, and she was able to guess his identity in an instant.    

The attainments of the Zither World are considered as the highest among the Zither Demons and the Zither Saint. My teacher is the Zither Saint, so there is no doubt that senior is the Zither Demon." Rong'er faintly smiled, her eyes filled with a bit of spirit, as if nothing could escape her eyes.    

Hearing Rong'er's reply, the four of them focused on him and started laughing heartily.    

It was just two or three simple sentences, he had already revealed the other party's identity, and had even praised Zither Demons and zither saint once. This girl was truly not simple!    

The middle-aged scholar was Ximen Guyan, and Rong'er's teacher was naturally Ling Luori.    

"Then you might have guessed who I am?" Ximen Guyan's temperament was just too obvious, it was not difficult to guess his identity, but to guess his identity was definitely not simple.    

However, Rong'er only glanced at him once before her eyes shone brightly, and she said: "When I was cultivating by teacher's side, I would often hear a name from him. Qing Cloud Knife Saint, you can suppress the heavens with a single Green Cloud Moon Saber in your hand, and no one can stop you.    

"This …" The middle-aged man was startled, and then asked Ling Luori: "Did you already let her take a look at my appearance?"    

"You're thinking too much." Ling Luori rolled his eyes at him, with his looks, what was there to look at?    

"You truly have good judgement. You are more than a hundred times stronger than your teacher!" Qing Cloud Knife Saint praised him without any concealment, and when he said that, he intentionally glared at Ling Luori, but Ling Luori did not mind, as praising his disciple made him even happier.    

Rong'er looked at the remaining old man drunk, a crafty look flashed past his eyes: "I do not need to speak about Senior's identity anymore, right?"    

"No need." Alcohol Immortal waved his hand and said, he knew his own limits. With his current look, there was no need to guess to know his identity.    

"Rong'er greets Senior Alcohol Immortal." Although she didn't have to guess his identity anymore, she still obediently bowed towards Alcohol Immortal to show her respect.    

"Rong'er, in these few days of training outside, have you met any interesting people?" Ling Luori looked at Rong'er and asked.    

"Interesting person?" Rong'er was startled, then the scene from the teahouse appeared in her mind. She blinked her eyes, covered her mouth and laughed: "I met someone."    

"Oh?" Ling Luori thought that Rong'er would say no, but he suddenly became somewhat interested and asked closely: "Which power's child are you from, tell me about it?"    

"I believe the seniors have long since heard of his name. Perhaps they are very familiar with him." Rong'er intentionally kept him in suspense, and did not say who that person was.    

"Are we very familiar with each other?" Ximen Guyan raised his eyebrows, and his gaze became a little strange. He couldn't think of a person without reason, and it shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?    

But whatever he wanted to do, Rong'er's gaze turned towards Ximen Guyan, and his pure and exquisite face revealed a brilliant smile.    

Seeing this smile, Ximen Guyan immediately knew in his heart that it really was that brat!