Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2400 202: Three Swords_3

"Inform the Golden Water Pond folks, we'll hold off and observe for a few days—it won't cause any holdup."

"Got it."

The young attendant swiftly departed upon receiving the order.

Standing with hands clasped behind, the middle-aged Daoist peered out from the Taoist Field toward the enduring ancient script, his brows knitting together without realizing.

A nagging sense told him he'd overlooked some vital detail somewhere, yet it eluded his grasp for now.

In the end, it all pointed to a single individual:

"Yin Tianzhi..."

...

Three days flew by in an instant.

Spirit Origin Prefecture.

Old Fan Fenglei, face etched with gravity, had positioned himself cross-legged well before dawn right outside the provisional palace at the Spirit Origin Prefecture's quarters.

A host of Spirit Origin Prefecture cultivators loomed behind him, spanning from Crossing Tribulation to Unification realm...

Amid the hazy, far-off emptiness, shadowy forms hovered indistinctly, silently keeping watch over this spot.

Differing from other factions, Fan Fenglei felt profound certainty deep down since getting Taiyi's invitation—he was dead sure the foe would show up this round to settle the score from being driven off last time.

Plus, a burning grudge festered over the enemy's slaughter of his bloodline.

Still, he wasn't letting his guard down; some three centuries back, the rival's power had neared that of a typical mid-stage Crossing Tribulation expert. With the Dao Treasure in play, their true depths became impossible to fathom, leaving him secretly awed. Now, by boldly "paying a call," they surely carried solid assurance.

His biggest concern lay in the possibility of the foe arriving alongside Yin Tianzhi and company, amounting to a duo of mid-stage Crossing Tribulation powerhouses. Handling that would strain his Spirit Origin Prefecture alone.

Detecting those concealed presences in the remote void, his mind eased a touch.

For extra caution, he'd summoned the Illusion Sky Realm.

On top of that, certain unsolicited "visitors" had shown up.

Yet their presence aligned with what he'd anticipated.

He'd also stationed watchers on rival groups.

At any sign of action, reinforcements would rush in, since nobody could predict which household the Taiyi Tributor might hit first, though all were keen to probe the Yin Family's secrets.

"Taking on Nine Families in a single day? Hmph, such brazen overconfidence!"

This thought prompted Fan Fenglei to let out a chilly huff, a sharp glint sparking in his gaze.

But as moments dragged on, no updates came from the scouts at the other eight clans.

"Does it really kick off here at my Spirit Origin Prefecture?"

Fan Fenglei's features grew a shade grimmer.

And during this tense vigil, from the murky void, Flying Boats gradually emerged.

The Baiqu Yin Family's insignia dangled from those Flying Boats.

As the vessels drew near, silhouettes began leaping out one after another in quiet succession.

Seeing this unfold, be it Fan Fenglei or the lurking watchers in the dark, a strange wave of ease washed over them all.

Not dread of a mighty rival, but unease toward one with shrouded tricks. The Baiqu Yin Family's emergence meant exposing a chunk of their hidden aces.

Right then, void-peering cultivators from assorted powers started firing off transmissions, while far away, teleportation array glows flickered to life...

And as a green-robed form stepped forth from a Flying Boat.

Fan Fenglei, posted at the Spirit Origin Prefecture's makeshift palace gateway, at last set his face in icy resolve, teeth clenched as he spat out syllable by syllable:

"Tai, Yi!"

"You've got guts, showing your face at my Spirit Origin Prefecture!"

Though he admired the other's poise, skipping vengeance on this grudge would leave him answerable to neither his own conscience nor his prefecture's experts.

Soon after, Yin Tianzhi, descending from the Flying Boat, gave a frosty snort and challenged:

"Old Fan, is this your idea of hosting visitors?"

"Visitors?"

Fan Fenglei scoffed back, faintly picking up on surging auras closing in from every direction—all elite heavyweights from different sides—tightening his nerves as his mind whirled.

His visage remained rigidly firm nonetheless:

"He slew my great-great-grandson! If he endures my blade, then I'll deem him a guest!"

Yin Tianzhi smirked, lips parting to retort.

Out of nowhere, Wang Ba beside him interjected steadily:

"How about three strikes?"

These words stunned not just Fan Fenglei but every concealed faction nearby.

Fan Fenglei stood especially shocked, his earlier outburst meant as a mere pretext for striking, never dreaming the foe would consent so readily—stirring a mix of fury and reluctant respect.

Yin Tianzhi's look shifted a bit, ready to warn against it.

But Fan Fenglei bellowed firmly:

"Fine! It's a deal! Survive three blades, and our grudge ends here!"

Before finishing, he eagerly brandished his sword!

Sword-glow fused into the Black Water Dao Domain, uniting as one, weighty like a galactic stream!

In the gleaming sheen, a dark flood seemed to roar ahead.

Despite the abrupt swing, be it Yin Tianzhi, Illusion Sky Realm's Realm Master Sangkong, or Cheng Lianzi and fellow peak experts from adjacent powers, all who beheld this strike wore grave countenances.

"Old Fan rarely wields the sword, but who'd guess he hid such a technique... Taoist Friend Taiyi, stay sharp!"

Yin Tianzhi's face altered faintly, quickly beaming a message to Wang Ba.

This blade brimmed with raw ferocity, far exceeding Fan Fenglei's standard might, evidently brewed over ages, ideally harnessing the Black Water Dao Domain's traits—the more it builds, the fiercer it grows. Of those gathered, few could squarely face its brunt without flinching.

And nearly as this first slash erupted, Fan Fenglei, solemn-faced and quivering faintly at the blade's tip, labored to deliver a sweeping second cut!

All watched with heavy hearts, even Laowen Sect's middle-aged Daoist Cheng Lianzi, whose exposed eyes now held deep wariness!

What caught everyone off guard was Fan Fenglei pushing for a third blow. Regrettably, as the sword-glow neared its peak, it shattered with a sharp crack, beyond his command's reach.

Even then, post those two assaults, when figures like Cheng Lianzi eyed Fan Fenglei, a heightened wariness tinged their regard.

"Taoist Friend Taiyi!"

As the crowd reeled from Fan Fenglei's prowess, Yin Tianzhi's urgency peaked.

Fan Fenglei had unleashed twice, yet Wang Ba neither dodged nor stirred to parry, simply holding steady on his feet.

Any counter-move came too late now.

Still, the dual sword-beams landed in sequence, without a sound!

Then, like clashing against a celestial stanchion, vast black waters burst out, shoving nearby Chaos Origin Substance aside.

Onlookers in the vicinity scattered too, wary of the splash.

Amid churning black tides and pale foams, a lone green-robed silhouette remained, hands folded back, unshaken by the tumult.

In that instant, the dark flood ebbed, and hush descended!

Yin Tianzhi, Fan Fenglei, remote Realm Master Sangkong, Cheng Lianzi, and the rest all drew sharp breaths!