A Gift

A month later...

"Phew! My cultivation has finally stabilized completely!" Di Chen slowly opened his eyes. Two sharp beams of sword light shot from them, and a glint of cold light faintly shone between his brows.

Two years, and I've only reached peak Great Saint! A little too slow! Di Chen thought to himself. If anyone else had been

present, they would surely have wanted to kill him. He had gone from early Great Saint to peak Great Saint in just two short years-what did that mean?! Moreover, Di Chen was only about sixteen years old, even counting generously. A sixteen-year-old peak Great Saint was a relatively explosive existence even across the entire Canglan Immortal Domain.

"Looks like once this matter in the Heavenly Moon Dao Domain is over, I'll have to go out and find a good place to temper myself and seek opportunities. I wonder if the other Dao Domains have any," Di Chen murmured. Then he stood and walked out of his room, finding Elder Wang resting nearby with his eyes closed, guarding the room...

Hmm? In these two years, Elder Wang's presence

has actually grown much stronger. Looks like Elder Wang is no simple man. After all, the further one advances, the slower cultivation progresses. Di Chen was secretly astonished.

Sensing Di Chen emerge from the room, Elder Wang opened his eyes. "Young master."

"Elder Wang, let's go!" Before leaving, he would give the Sword Sect a generous gift! It would also serve as thanks for letting him gain insights before the Sword Stele. Di Chen's

lips curved upward, his eyes deep and distant.

"Yes!" Elder Wang bowed as he answered.

A moment later...

Di Chen and Elder Wang appeared above the Sword Sect. Towering Sword Intent spread from Di Chen, as though a sword god had descended into the world, intimidating all directions and looking down upon all beneath heaven!

The people of the Sword Sect jumped in fright at the sight. "Wh-what on earth is happening? Are demons or monsters attacking?"

The Sword Sect disciples all looked wary. Then, when they noticed the vast, boundless Sword Intent emanating from Di Chen, they were instantly stunned.

How terrifying. Why do I feel like he's standing right in front of me, able to take my life at any moment? The disciples of the Sword Sect could not help swallowing, their hearts trembling.

Gripping his longsword, Di Chen swung it fiercely. A terrifying beam of sword light cut across the void, cleaving the horizon.

Rumble! The sword light flashed and vanished, yet carried destructive might! In an instant, it split the distant mountain range in two. Not a blade of grass grew around the mountain range-not a blade of grass!

At the sight of that terrifying sword light, stormy waves surged through the hearts of everyone in the Sword Sect. They remained speechless for a long time!

Clearly visible sword marks appeared across the mountain range, and terrifying Sword Intent emanated from within them.

Seeing this, Di Chen's lips curved into a devilish smile. While everyone's attention was focused on the mountain range, he and Elder Wang slowly vanished...

Inside the great hall, Jian Wuya saw this gesture, and a trace of admiration showed in his eyes. Then he shook his head slightly. "Alas! What a pity. If he could join the Sword Sect, it would surely be a blessing for us!"

"All Sword Sect disciples, heed my command. From now on, you may use contribution points to enter the mountain range and comprehend the Sword Intent at close range," Jian Wuya announced.

"Thank you, Sect Master!" the Sword Sect disciples said excitedly. It had to be said that the Sword Intent emanating from this mountain range was just right. They could hardly wait to rush there and comprehend it. It was most suitable for the sect's mid-level disciples to comprehend. If a Great Emperor-level expert had created this strand of Sword Intent, they would instead be eroded by it and suffer a backlash.

Heavenly Moon Domain City...

Wearing a mask, Di Chen strolled through the streets of Domain City with Elder Wang. "Hmm? Young master, it feels like there are a lot more masked youths on the streets," Elder Wang said in puzzlement.

"Hehe, Elder Wang, don't worry about those little details. Come on! Let's fill our stomachs at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion!" Di Chen said with a chuckle.

"Yes!" Elder Wang replied respectfully.

As always, Di Chen took a window seat in a private room on the second floor, ordered a few dishes, and asked for a pot of fine wine.

The clamor downstairs never stopped as the crowd buzzed with discussion.

"Two years have already passed. Didn't that youth say he would make a comeback? Why hasn't he shown up yet? Could he be scared?"

"It's perfectly normal to be scared! Haven't you heard? The Domain Lord invited the Domain Lord of the Cangnan Dao Domain! That's a supreme expert who can slap a peak Quasi-Emperor to death.

"Young and reckless! He just left a few harsh words behind."

Someone sneered.

"I have to say, that battle really did shake the entire Immortal Domain. Even two years later, plenty of youths are still imitating him, wandering around the streets in masks."

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a burst of unbridled laughter rose from the crowd. Everyone looked toward the sound and saw a red-haired man laughing wildly in the street.

The red-haired man was tall and burly, his entire body knotted with muscles full of explosive strength. A savage, bloodthirsty Sha Qi radiated from him!

"What mysterious youth? He's just a coward! Nothing but rumors growing with every retelling."

"And what are you, red-haired freak?!" a masked man in black snorted coldly.

"Heh heh! You dare insult me? I'll tear your mouth apart!" the red-haired man said viciously.

Boom! With that, the red-haired man tapped his toes against the ground and charged forward like a giant flaming dragon. He was as fast as lightning and incomparably ferocious.

The black-clad man's eyes were icy. With a flick of his right hand, a pitch-black saber appeared in his grasp.

Whoosh! The black-clad man suddenly sprang from the ground to meet him.

Rumble!

The two clashed, instantly unleashing a thunderous roar. Terrifying gusts swept outward, pulverizing the surrounding tables and chairs in an instant.

Bang!

After a single exchange, the black-clad man hastily retreated over a hundred meters.

"Hahahaha!" The red-haired man roared with laughter.

The red-haired man gave the black-clad man a mocking look, then leaped to his side and swung his right fist fiercely...

"Stop! Unauthorized fighting is forbidden in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion!" An angry shout rang out from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and a middle-aged man immediately flew over to the pair.

Bang!

The middle-aged man slapped the red-haired man, sending him flying and smashing through a stone slab.

The red-haired man spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his face as pale as paper. After struggling to his feet, he stared at the middle-aged man warily.

Hiss...

Everyone sucked in a cold breath. They had not expected such a powerful expert to be stationed in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

"The Drunken Immortal Pavilion's rules forbid private fighting! Anyone who breaks them will be killed without mercy!" The middle-aged man swept an indifferent gaze around.

"Get lost! Do it again, and death will be your only path!" the middle-aged man said coldly.

At those words, the red-haired man's face darkened, but in the end, he did not press the matter. He gave the others a hateful look, then turned and left.

Seeing the red-haired man's sorry state, everyone watched him with gloating expressions. "Where did all that arrogance go? Serves you right."

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the red-haired man, who had been stifling his anger in the street, threw his head back and roared. Rolling sound waves shattered many of the surrounding buildings, and even the entire broad street trembled beneath them.

Thud...

The nearby cultivators fell to the ground one after another, their faces full of fear.

The red-haired man let out an angry roar, then turned and vanished down the street.

Phew...

After the red-haired man left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They had nearly died just then.

"That red-haired freak. What a hateful bastard," a cultivator cursed under his breath.

"Huh? He's from the Lion Clan, one of the ancient races!" Elder Wang said in surprise.

"An ancient race?" Di Chen raised an eyebrow.

The Lion Clan was said to descend from the Qilin, a primordial divine beast. They possessed a trace of Qilin Bloodline, and their strength was extremely formidable!

"That fellow should be one of the Lion Clan's geniuses. Why has he come to the human world? Shouldn't he be in the Immortal Domain? Has he come out to temper himself?" Elder Wang asked in puzzlement.

"Who cares! Let's eat first. We still have proper business to handle afterward!" Di Chen said with a shrug.