Cyan Dragon Bureau.

Cai Yin ate and lived at the Cyan Dragon Bureau.

This place seemed small, but it had everything needed for daily life.

There was even a place specifically for forging and smelting within the Cyan Dragon Bureau.

Cai Yin returned to his room.

During the Lantern Festival, the streets of Wu'an County were bustling, and the crowds surged.

It was a rare opportunity, so even some people from the Cyan Dragon Bureau chose to take off their Cyan Dragon Armor, some strolling the streets, others enjoying the brothels.

Cai Yin sat still in his room, not even lighting the oil lamp.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but he took out a long knife, stained with blood, its blade full of nicks and worn to a dull edge, from a hidden compartment under the bed.

In the faint moonlight, two small lines of text could be seen at the tail of the blade: "The rustic man is angry at injustice, wearing down the Eternal Saber in his chest."

Cai Yin gazed at the long knife, silent.

After a long moment, he got up, hid the blade under his robe, and headed towards the forging platform of the Cyan Dragon Bureau.

"Lord Cai, you're not going out for the Lantern Festival today?"

An elderly man in sturdy form saw Cai Yin approaching and quickly rose to greet him at the forging platform.

Cai Yin asked, "Where is everyone else? Are you the only one left today?"

The old man replied, "Yes, they've all gone out to have fun, and there's not much work tonight. Lord Cai, are you here to forge something so late?"

Cai Yin took out the broken knife from his bosom and handed it over, "Melt this knife first."

"Goodness, this knife has really been through a tough battle."

The old man glanced at the broken knife and then threw it into the boiling molten iron beside him, increasing the heat.

Before long, the knife gradually melted away, disappearing.

Only after seeing the knife disappear did Cai Yin exhale softly and say, "Forge another knife according to the style of the previous one, using the best iron, and add some Cold Iron from the Cold Domain to make it not weaker than the Cyan Dragon Sword in strength."

The old man asked, "Don't we all use swords in the Cyan Dragon Bureau?"

Cai Yin said, "Just forge a knife as I said. You can rest today, and let me know when you have time to finish it. There's no rush."

"Got it."

The old man responded.

...

When Chen Tang returned from the County Governor's Mansion, it was already close to the third watch of the night.

The streets were still brightly lit, but there were far fewer pedestrians.

On the second floor of the inn, the lights in Qingmu and Zhiwei's room were already out, and they had gone to bed early.

Chen Tang tiptoed into his room, where the fat old man was already resting on another bed.

Reflecting on the events of the past few days, it seemed like a long time had passed, endlessly long.

Gradually, Chen Tang's eyelids grew heavy, drowsiness surged, and he slowly fell asleep.

It was unclear how long it had been, but the fat old man, who had been sleeping on his side, suddenly opened his eyes, listened with his ears, seemingly aware of something, and his gaze turned sharp in an instant!

The next moment, he flashed through the window.

The whole process was silent.

In the blink of an eye, the fat old man was standing in the alley outside the inn wall.

He hid in the shadows, expressionless, watching the two people not far away.

Judging by their clothes, they were from the Profound Celestial Temple.

One was a tall, strong man, holding a sword box forged from fine iron in his arms.

The other was a fair and clean Daoist child.

The strong man carefully opened the sword box, the inside made of wood, lined with yellow cloth, with a slight depression in the center, where a bright, hiltless long sword about two feet long and two fingers wide was placed.

The fair Daoist child took a stone from his arms and swept it back and forth above the sword.

The long sword in the sword box seemed to sense something, slightly twisted, and jumped twice!

A trace of joy flashed in the fair Daoist child's eyes, he took a deep breath, formed a sword seal with his hand, and pointed at the long sword.

The long sword seemed to come to life, flying out of the magazine, transforming into a white light, weaving back and forth in front of the fair Daoist child.

The fat old man was just about to take action, but seeing the fair Daoist child's clumsy Sword Control technique, he stopped.

The fair Daoist child turned his sword-pointing finger, and the white light followed his direction, stabbing and bursting a lantern, instantly dimming the surrounding lights considerably.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The fair Daoist child continuously changed the direction of his sword finger, hitting down all the lanterns around the alley.

The alley was plunged into darkness.

Only then did the fair Daoist child point inside the inn, giving a soft command, "Go!"

The white light seemed to understand, twisting its sword body, racing towards the second floor of the inn.

At the same time, the fat old man flicked his finger, sending a stone through the window of their room, falling to the floor.

In the dark room, Chen Tang was already awake, his long knife drawn, listening with a frown.

As soon as he heard some strange noise, he had woken up.

He then saw the lights outside the inn gradually dimming.

Suddenly!

A white light broke through the window, stabbing straight at his chest with astonishing speed!

Chen Tang's figure flickered, dodging the white light.

But the next moment, the white light twisted like a snake, changing direction, stabbing toward his temple!

This time, Chen Tang did not dodge, but swung his knife to cut.

Swish!

It was like slicing through cloth.

The steel knife Chen Tang had just purchased was split in two by the white light, cut into halves!

"What is this?"

Chen Tang was shocked.

The white light, after cutting the steel knife, barely paused, stabbing once again at Chen Tang.

Chen Tang instantly entered the divine illumination state, avoiding the fatal strike.

At the same time, he clearly saw what the white light was.

Is this... a flying sword?

This world actually has flying swords?

Could it be that the legend of sending a flying sword to decapitate someone from thousands of miles away is not just a myth?

This shock was truly extraordinary.

Originally, when Chen Tang came to this world, based on his prior assessment, it was akin to a low martial world.

But at this moment, it suddenly shattered his perception!

This time, Chen Tang was prepared, focusing his mind. The white light swiftly darted around the room, unable to harm him in the slightest.

The white light struck several times, but Chen Tang dodged each time, causing it to become somewhat impatient.

Chen Tang, after evading several times, lost his initial surprise and handled the situation with ease.

The flying sword technique, while astonishing, posed little threat to Chen Tang.

The only noteworthy aspect was that this flying sword's blade was extremely sharp, capable of slicing through gold and jade effortlessly.

The items inside the inn, once lightly touched by it, immediately split in two.

Chen Tang wanted to uncover the mystery of the flying sword, so he moved around the room, continuously dodging.

The flying sword seemed to realize that continuing the stalemate would not harm Chen Tang, so it turned to leave.

"Trying to escape?"

Chen Tang's eyes widened as he chased after it!

At this time, the night was deep and quiet. The flying sword flew over the wall and disappeared.

Chen Tang quickly ran over, using the Gecko Wall-Climbing Technique, his body technique swift, leaping over the high wall in just a few steps.

Then he jumped down, trapping two people in an alley.

"Is it you?"

Chen Tang instantly recognized the fair-skinned Daoist child!

He had been wary of this person for a long time, and unexpectedly tonight, this Daoist child had unleashed the flying sword to attack him!

Xu Tong was shocked when he saw Chen Tang approach so quickly, his mind filled with panic.

He hadn't expected that even his flying sword couldn't deal with Chen Tang.

My cultivation realm is still too low, and my flying sword operation isn't smooth, sometimes even sluggish.

If I could advance one or two more realms, with the flying sword moving faster, I could definitely kill Chen Tang!

Xu Tong thought to himself.

Chen Tang didn't waste words with him or let him think much, striding towards him aggressively!

"Stop him!"

Xu Tong hurriedly said.

He had brought along this Ninth Grade disciple of the Profound Celestial Temple to prevent any accidents.

The Ninth Grade disciple, seeing Chen Tang was also bare-handed, was not afraid and charged forward.

He swung his arms wide, using a move called Double Peak Piercing Ears, aiming at Chen Tang's temples on both sides!

This move was a killer technique among fist techniques.

If it couldn't be countered, and the knuckle joints of the thumbs hit the temples, at best, it would make someone an idiot, at worst, it would be instant death!

Chen Tang's eyes were like torches; he leaped, using a Fierce Tiger Out of the Cage move, catching the arms coming from both sides, pulling back fiercely with a huge tearing force!

Crack!

The Ninth Grade disciple's arms dislocated instantly.

Before the person could cry out, Chen Tang punched him in the face, flooding him with blood, his face caved in, and he fainted!

This person was estimated to be at the upper Ninth Grade, with strong flesh and blood, far beyond ordinary people.

If it were someone else, their face would have been smashed by Chen Tang's punch!

Xu Tong saw that the encounter with Chen Tang ended in just one round with the Ninth Grade disciple of the Profound Celestial Temple fainting on the spot, and he turned pale, wanting to call for help loudly.

After all, he was an alchemist of the Profound Celestial Temple.

If he alerted the surrounding people, Chen Tang wouldn't dare harm him in front of everyone; otherwise, it would mean opposing the Profound Celestial Temple!

But just as Xu Tong opened his mouth, Chen Tang leapt like a tiger, reaching him in an instant, and with a tiger's claw, grabbed his throat.

Xu Tong's face flushed red, unable to say a word!

Chen Tang suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Xu Tong, as an alchemist of the Profound Celestial Sect, knew the incredible flying sword technique.

If he hadn't been on guard, this flying sword technique could have killed him silently!

But in an actual confrontation, without the flying sword, he was no different from an ordinary person, extremely weak, almost incapable of resistance.

Chen Tang lowly forced him, "Who told you about Zhiwei's matter?"

"You, you can't kill me. I am from the Profound Celestial Temple..."

Chen Tang loosened his grip slightly, allowing Xu Tong to catch his breath and speak quickly.

But before he could finish, his throat was grabbed again by Chen Tang, his eyes bulging, his face purplish-blue.

"Answer what I ask!"

Chen Tang's eyes shone with cruelty; he said coldly, "One more word of nonsense, and I'll snap your neck!"

Xu Tong quickly nodded.

Chen Tang loosened his grip.

Xu Tong gasped, "It's Lu Shizong's family who told me."

"Who else knows about your coming here tonight?"

Chen Tang asked again.

"Everyone knows."

Xu Tong hurriedly said, "The Observatory Master knows too."

He wasn't stupid. Although he came secretly, if he told the truth, Chen Tang might kill him immediately!

If there were others aware of his whereabouts, it would make Chen Tang cautious.

While he was lost in thought, Chen Tang said quietly, "Even if the Heavenly King knows, he can't save you."

Crack!

Chen Tang's palm exerted force, instantly crushing Xu Tong's throat!

Xu Tong's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. Leaning against the earthen wall, he slowly slumped down, already dead.

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