Chapter 547

Chapter 547: Demon Cultivator Jian Fei, A Sneeze Scared Someone Into Unconsciousness

With Chen Changsheng’s solution presented, Ma Mian felt relieved.

“Thank you for your understanding, Sir. I will immediately request the Heavenly Sovereign’s decree.”

After Ma Mian left, Chen Changsheng observed the bound Demon Cultivator in the distance.

At this moment, the Demon Cultivator was dispirited, showing no spirit or vitality.

Although everything about him was unknown, that familiar feeling from his soul was undeniable.

However, Chen Changsheng couldn’t tell who this Demon Cultivator was at first glance.

…

Soon, Ma Mian brought back the Heavenly Sovereign’s decree.

“Sir, the Heavenly Sovereign knows you have come and wishes to see you.”

“For now, I have other matters to attend to. I will visit him once I am done.”

Chen Changsheng declined to meet the Heavenly Sovereign. Ma Mian looked at the bleeding skinny horse beside him and said with a cunning look.

“Ma Mian’s appearance is special and might cause inconvenience around you.”

“Sir just lost your mount. Why not let me carry you instead?”

“Huh!”

…

“Trot trot trot!”

Chen Changsheng lay on a black stallion, with a listless young man following beside him.

“What’s your name?”

“Jian Fei.”

“Given my extraordinary identity, you must have noticed. Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

“There’s nothing to fear. Everything should follow the rules.”

“Colliding with the Yin Messenger means being sent to hell for three hundred years. After three hundred years, I’ll be a tough guy again.”

Facing this attitude, Chen Changsheng became interested and stood up.

“Why stray from the righteous path to become a Demon Cultivator?”

“I want to walk the righteous path, but since childhood, I’ve been by my master’s side.”

“My master is a Demon Cultivator, so naturally, I am too.”

“That makes sense. Since your master is dead, why still provoke the Yin Soldiers?”

“Because there are no more souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!”

“In this world, without powerful magic treasures, I’ll eventually d*e. Better to take a risk.”

“Who would have thought I’d end up in such a predicament, encountering one of the two major Yin Messengers, Ma Mian.”

Looking at Jian Fei, who seemed indifferent, Chen Changsheng smiled.

“You’re quite interesting.”

“How about this? Come with me to the Sword Qi Great Wall, and I’ll ensure you won’t be captured by the Netherworld.”

Hearing this, Jian Fei stopped and looked at Chen Changsheng speechlessly.

“Sir, if you want me dead, just k*ll me directly. No need to torment me.”

“No, I’m saving you, not killing you.”

“Sir wants to go to the Sword Qi Great Wall, surely to participate in the rare Sword Cultivator Conference.”

“The participants are all Immortal Descendants or prodigious Heavenly Prodigies.”

“These people are excellent, yet stubborn. They wouldn’t be as flexible as Sir.”

“If they discover I’m a Demon Cultivator, they’ll definitely k*ll me swiftly, leaving no chance for reincarnation.”

“Hahaha!”

After hearing Jian Fei’s words, Chen Changsheng laughed happily.

“Didn’t expect you, a Demon Cultivator, to see things so clearly.”

“Of course, if a Demon Cultivator is clueless, they’ll d*e faster.”

“So, can I avoid going to the Sword Qi Great Wall?”

Facing Jian Fei’s request, Chen Changsheng squinted and said.

“You must go to the Sword Qi Great Wall. Even if the Immortal Descendants want to k*ll you, I won’t stop them.”

“But I can teach you some skills to protect yourself.”

“Do you like practicing swordsmanship, Jian Fei?”

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“Of course, my dream is to become an unparalleled Sword Cultivator.”

“That’s good. I’ll teach you sword techniques, ensuring you beat them thoroughly.”

Hearing Chen Changsheng’s words, Jian Fei looked at him doubtfully.

“Sir, could you be a Sword Immortal?”

“No, but I taught someone who is the best swordsman in the world.”

Upon hearing this, Jian Fei immediately sneered: “Sir, it’s not that I doubt your strength, but your boasting is too big.”

“There are three million Sword Immortals in the world, and only the Sword God is the leader.”

“Now, the Eight Desolates Nine Domains all revere the Sword God as the origin of swordsmanship. You say you taught the best swordsman in the world.”

“It would be better if you directly said the Sword God is your student.”

“In that case, wouldn’t you be the ancestor of all Sword Cultivators?”

Facing Jian Fei’s complaints, Chen Changsheng smiled slightly and said: “Since you think I’m boasting, why not let me boast even bigger!”

“Anyway, it’s just us here. Even if I say the Heavenly Court is built by me, there’s no problem, right?”

“That’s reasonable.”

“Here!”

Chen Changsheng threw something to Jian Fei, who saw it was a wooden stick.

“Sir, what do you want me to do with this?”

“Practice swordsmanship.”

“Not really, at least give me a real weapon, or even a wooden sword. What’s the point of giving me a wooden stick?”

“Do you practice or not?”

Facing Chen Changsheng’s gaze, Jian Fei swallowed his words.

“A higher official can crush a lower one. If you say practice, then I’ll practice.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“Hold this wooden stick and swing it a thousand times every day.”

“A thousand?”

“Eight thousand!”

“Not, swinging a sword…”

“Ten thousand!”

“If you say more, I’ll add more. If you don’t reach the goal, I’ll break your leg.”

“Practicing swordsmanship uses hands, why break the leg?”

“If the hand is broken, you can’t practice temporarily. But breaking the leg doesn’t affect it; you can continue practicing.”

“I don’t believe you can endure it even if you break all three of my legs.”

Jian Fei: “…”

Your ruthless manner is even more like a Demon Cultivator than mine.

…

Time passed slowly, and countless Heavenly Prodigies began to gather at the Sword Qi Great Wall.

However, among the crowd heading to the Sword Qi Great Wall, the two people and one horse were unremarkable.

“Pfft!”

The black stallion under Chen Changsheng suddenly sneezed.

Immediately after, someone fell from the sky.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng frowned and patted the horse’s head.

“What’s wrong? After so much cultivation, you can’t even control your aura?”

Facing Chen Changsheng’s question, the black stallion spoke in human language.

“I apologize, sir. Just now, I was stimulated by the Sword Qi Great Wall’s sword qi and accidentally leaked some aura.”

“There’s no problem with leaking some aura. It seems no one nearby has noticed.”

“The issue is you scared someone into unconsciousness. You keep causing trouble. Go check it out.”

“Yes, sir!”

The horse carried Chen Changsheng in one direction, while Jian Fei stood there stunned.

Jian Fei: ???

What’s happening? Are Bull Head and Ma Mian that strong?

A sneeze can scare someone into unconsciousness.