Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 1238 Chapter 534: Seizing the Immortal Extinguishing Sword and Slaughter Immortal Sword, Gathering the Slaying Immortal Sword Formation

"Although your cultivation has fallen from Quasi-Saint, the Rule Power you once comprehended will, for you, be far more effortless to re-grasp in days to come. Breaking through to Primordial Golden Immortal will not be difficult." Zhao Feng put away the Qiankun Cauldron, then gave Yang Jian a slight smile, a smile carrying encouragement and expectation.

"Your subject understands."

Yang Jian nodded at once, confidence flashing in his eyes. He naturally knew the current situation was precisely so.

"Enough."

Zhao Feng raised his head and looked at the sky. "The matter here can be considered settled."

"I also have other places to go."

When he said this, his tone carried a faint, indistinct deeper meaning.

At this moment, Jade Cauldron naturally understood what Zhao Feng was going to do.

"Crown Prince of Qin."

Jade Cauldron stepped forward, slightly bowing. "This poor Daoist wishes to beg one thing of the Crown Prince."

"If you go to seize the swords, I beg the Crown Prince to stay his hand somewhat."

In these words, Jade Cauldron's tone carried a pleading intent, his eyes full of sincerity.

Obviously.

He knew Zhao Feng was going to look for the other two swords.

And the other two lay in the hands of his two fellow disciples.

One held the Absolute Immortal Sword, one held the Slaughter Immortal Sword.

This time, with Zhao Feng going, he would certainly not be sitting down to talk with them. The only reason he could speak with Jade Cauldron for so long, and allow him to lay down conditions, in the end was also because Yang Jian had long since entered the service of Qin; as for the others, naturally they did not enjoy this privilege.

"If they know what's good for them, then there will naturally be no need to go too far."

Zhao Feng's expression was calm as his gaze turned to the distance. "If they insist on standing against Me, then they cannot blame Me for going too far."

There was not the slightest fluctuation of emotion in Zhao Feng's voice, yet it made one feel a shapeless pressure.

There was even an invisible killing intent contained within.

Hearing this, Jade Cauldron understood at once, nodded, and said no more.

After all, this was not something he could decide.

"When the time comes to deal with that monkey, just let things take their natural course."

Zhao Feng gave Yang Jian another instruction, heavy with implication. "No need to be too obvious."

After all, Yang Jian would sooner or later cross blades with the monkey.

"Yes."

Yang Jian nodded immediately.

Nezha had already come once to Guan River Mouth; he naturally knew who that monkey was.

Having finished his instructions, Zhao Feng had no intention of lingering. His figure flickered, and he directly turned into Tunneling Light and departed this place.

His figure vanished from the heavens in an instant, leaving only a faint trail of light.

Watching Zhao Feng leave, Jade Cauldron finally asked curiously, "Who is that monkey?"

Hearing this.

"A child of the Great Tribulation." Yang Jian lifted his head slightly and replied, a cold smile on his lips. "The target manipulated by the Buddhist Sect and the Heavenly Court."

"It's just that this monkey has long since become one of Qin's people."

"So-called arrangements of the Buddhist Sect and the Heavenly Court—everything is merely Qin going with the flow."

"This Great Tribulation… heh…"

Yang Jian let out a cold laugh, looking somewhat schadenfreude.

Of course, there was both mockery toward the self-righteous Buddhist Sect and Heavenly Court, and admiration for Qin's layout.

Obviously.

The Buddhist Sect and Heavenly Court, thinking themselves clever, believed the monkey to be entirely under their control; in truth, it was nothing but a joke.

"The Qin Court truly is terrifying." Jade Cauldron could not help but sigh. His face was filled with amazement, and in his heart his understanding of the Qin Court's strength deepened further.

Now he finally understood what true manipulation of Heaven and Earth meant.

Everything unknown to outsiders was already under the Qin Court's control. Even his own disciple was, in name, someone of the Heavenly Court, yet in reality had already taken refuge with the Qin Court; even Nezha was the same.

With those two having entered its service, there was no guaranteeing others within the Heavenly Court had not done likewise.

"Master."

Yang Jian turned his head to look directly at Jade Cauldron, his eyes filled with expectation. "Now that you have cut off the Good and Evil Two Corpses, yet lack Hongmeng Purple Qi, there is simply no hope of proving the Dao."

"Why not join Qin as well?"

"Perhaps in the future you might even prove the Dao and become a Saint within Qin."

Hearing this.

"You brat even want your master to enter Qin?"

Jade Cauldron glared at Yang Jian irritably. "Do you not know how much your Uncle-Master Guang Chengzi hates the Qin Court, hates the Crown Prince of Qin? Though the Chan Sect's name is now little more than empty words, if your master truly throws himself into the Qin Court, when your Grandmaster returns in the future, how is your master to face him?"

On this point, Jade Cauldron was full of helplessness.

"Master."

Yang Jian questioned with some doubt, "Will Grandmaster truly return to the Primordial?"

Hearing this, Jade Cauldron spoke solemnly. "Your Grandmaster is a Heavenly Dao Saint—undying and unextinguished. How could he not return? Moreover, the Saint Thought your Grandmaster left in Yu Void in former days still exists; that alone is sufficient proof that your Grandmaster will come back sooner or later."

On whether Yuanshi Tianzun still lived, Jade Cauldron's tone was rock-firm, brooking no doubt.

"If Saints once more descend upon Heaven and Earth, what will this world become?"

Yang Jian mused with some emotion.

He was even somewhat worried and confused about the future.

When the Saints were present in former days, the pattern of Heaven and Earth was nothing like it is now.

The Heavenly Court, the Buddhist Sect—none of them amounted to anything. Beneath the Saints, all were mere ants.

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Meanwhile, on Nan Zhanbu Continent.

At Yunxiao Cave on Taihua Mountain—this place was the cave-dwelling of Chi Jingzi, disciple of the Chan Sect Saint.

Outside Yunxiao Cave, clouds and mist coiled about, peaks thrust into the heavens, and the surrounding trees were lush and verdant, presenting a scene of tranquil harmony.

Yet.

At this moment, within the cave, Chi Jingzi, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes, his face instantly turning ugly.

"So, it has come after all."

Chi Jingzi murmured to himself, a cold light flashing across his face.

He slowly stood; his Daoist robe fluttered slightly, exuding a mighty aura.

His figure flickered, and he appeared directly in the Void outside the cave.

Standing in the Void, Chi Jingzi's gaze was like lightning. After sweeping his eyes around, he let out a cold snort. "Since you've come, don't skulk and hide—come out."

His voice was like Heavenly Thunder, exploding all around in an instant, carrying an air of majesty and dominance.

As he spoke.

Chi Jingzi waved his hand, and an Evil Weapon appeared in his grip in an instant. The sword's blade was pitch-black, emanating a terrifying Evil Qi that swept across the entire Heavenly Vault in a flash—none other than the Slaughter Immortal Sword, one of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords.

Chi Jingzi held the Slaughter Immortal Sword, the sword's body trembling faintly as if thirsting for battle.

Yet just as Chi Jingzi focused all his attention, preparing to fight—

"Imprison."

A stern, icy voice resounded from the Void.

This voice seemed to contain boundless power, making the heart tremble upon hearing it.

Immediately afterward, a terrifying Power of Space Rules suddenly surged, falling toward Chi Jingzi.

That Power of Space Rules was like an invisible shackle, instantly enveloping Chi Jingzi. There was no suspense, no delay.

"Not good."

Chi Jingzi's face changed, his eyes filling with terror.

As this formidable Power of Space Rules descended, his body actually became completely unable to move.

He tried to struggle, only to find his own strength as insignificant as an ant before this Rule Power.

"A sword that never belonged to you, yet you've held it for so many years—that is enough."

Zhao Feng's voice boomed through the Void like thunder. "Now you still dare vie with Me? For Jade Cauldron's sake, I spare your life."

His voice carried a lofty majesty, as though proclaiming his dominion over all.

Following this, Chi Jingzi's hand trembled uncontrollably, and the sword, no longer obeying his will, vanished directly into the Void.

With the sword's disappearance, the Power of Space Rules likewise dissipated. Chi Jingzi seemed to lose all strength, collapsing to his knees atop the mountain peak.

His face was full of unwillingness and fury, and he panted heavily, breath ragged.

"Crown Prince of Qin, Zhao Feng." Chi Jingzi glared at the Void, grinding his teeth, his hatred for Zhao Feng reaching its zenith.

Not long after, at the other fellow disciple's cave-dwelling, where Daode Tianzun resided—

He too was, just like Chi Jingzi, directly imprisoned in body by Zhao Feng, and his sword taken.

In that instant, Daode Tianzun's face was filled with shock and helplessness. He watched his sword being seized from his hand by Zhao Feng, utterly powerless to resist.

This also proclaimed that all Four Immortal Slaying Swords had fallen into Zhao Feng's hands.

The Primordial First Fierce Array had already taken shape in Zhao Feng's grasp.

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