Why was Chen Wei borrowing spiritual treasures?
Naturally, to protect himself.
Did anyone seriously think he planned to fight the god Yang Jian for three hundred rounds, then sweep Yang Chan away in a blaze of swagger, mock the True Lord to his face, and leave behind a romantic legend in the Three Realms?
Give it a rest.
Those were all scenes made up by storytellers in mortal teahouses, specially concocted to fool youngsters who had never seen the world.
Just think about it: how many Chen Weis did Yang Jian equal?
With his meager cultivation, he would be blasted into flying ash the moment his left foot crossed into Guanjiangkou.
How could a Daluo Golden Immortal's fury be soothed with reason?
The trouble was, Chen Wei was frantic. He had solemnly promised Yang Chan that he would come to Guanjiangkou as soon as possible, riding the Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud, and take her away right before Yang Jian's eyes.
If he turned around and disowned his own words, how would he be any different from those spirits in the Mortal Realm who seduced women and then abandoned them?
He absolutely had to go.
But Guanjiangkou's stance was still extremely unclear.
Chen Wei had asked Ma Muzhi to send Immortal Officials to gather information around Guanjiangkou's perimeter. Sure enough, Guanjiangkou had been sealed off. The Grass-Headed Gods were fully armed and ready for battle, and the Meishan Brothers had personally taken the lead in setting up military formations along its waterways.
Good grief. With defenses like that, not even a stray fly could get in.
Clearly, Yang Jian was guarding against some immortal with a death wish coming to take the Third Holy Mother away.
Wonderful. Chen Wei felt as though his head had swollen to twice its size.
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