I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 239 - 142: Heavenly Slaughter Star (Please Subscribe)

In the night, the lakeside camp where the secret realm was located was silent, with wooden huts large and small scattered haphazardly.

Most of the Jianghu guests were already sound asleep, only a few responsible for the night watch were gathered in small groups, chatting about amusing incidents of recent days.

While they waited for the opening of the secret realm, they could only kill time with idle chatter, playing games like throwing dice or pushing Pai Gow tiles.

If a Heavenly Pride were to compete in the martial arts arena over the lake, these people would be even more excited, shouting bets enthusiastically.

From dawn to dusk, not a moment of peace.

And when a thin white fog appeared for an instant before dissipating, it stirred the spirits of those on night watch.

After going out to check that nothing was amiss in the surroundings, they found that the members of the Southern Barbarian Sect from the dense forest had vanished.

"Those barbarians have retreated?"

"Who knows? Perhaps they’ve discovered the secret of the white fog and want to go seek it out."

"Seek? Haven’t you heard what those Heavenly Prides said?"

"That white fog, rising simultaneously with sword cries, is the phenomenon caused by an old Grandmaster’s advancement in Sword Dao. Those barbarians, they’re seeking death if they go after it."

Compared to the Jianghu guests’ surprise, the Sector Disciples here for training thought further ahead. In particular, the noble family’s descendants who understood the changes of the Southern Barbarian Sect sent people to investigate.

"Check if those from the Southern Barbarian Sect are at a farther place, guard against them making a move on us."

"Hmph, if that Sword Cultivator predecessor is really in the Southern Barbarian Land, I reckon those barbarians wouldn’t dare to make rash moves!"

"Better safe than sorry, let’s wait till the scouts return before we say any more."

"Mr. Li, you’re just too cautious. Don’t forget on this expedition we have Sect Heavenly Prides, each followed by a sacred Protector."

"Not to mention other people, Wuliang Mountain, Grand Void Sect, Yuhua Immortal Sect, which one hasn’t brought a few Divine Travel Realm elders?"

"Though that’s said, after all, we are in the Southern Barbarian Land. If we are besieged by those barbarians here, I fear a great battle would erupt at any time. By then, the entire southern region of Wei Dynasty’s state would be plunged into suffering and sorrow..."

At this moment, descendants of noble families were concerned about court affairs, while Sect Holy Land disciples were more interested in the secret realm, Evil Demons, and demons.

Meanwhile, within the campsite where the Heir to the King of the Southern Garrison, Gongye Shou and others, they had no interest in the commotion outside the camp.

Under the bright lights, the guard sergeants with shields stood before Gongye Shou and the others, on high alert against the approaching figure.

"Chen Yuan? It’s been a long time."

Gongye Shou spoke and gestured for the guards to activate the campsite’s protective Array, to prevent outsiders from seeing the situation here.

He knew that Chen Yuan was now not only the Absolute Blade Inheritor of Wuliang Mountain, but also a criminal hunted by the Southern Barbarian Sect.

If it became known that Chen Yuan was here, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t draw the barbarians.

"Princely Heir, I hope you’ve been well."

At this moment, Chen Yuan was clad in blood-red robes, his head covered with a bamboo hat, his hands resting on the hilt of the Wan Jun Saber stuck in the ground.

Compared to when he had just emerged from his seclusion in the Sealing Demon Valley, his skin was a few shades darker, but his face bore an even more indifferent expression.

Beneath the slightly lowered brim of his hat, Chen Yuan’s blood-red eyes coldly observed Gongye Shou and the others as he spoke with an icy voice:

"Let Chen Yi come out."

Gongye Shou frowned, sizing him up and then shook his head.

"Brother Yi has gone into the dense forest to consolidate his Cultivation. He’s not here."

"Oh?"

Chen Yuan seemed not to believe it, tilting his head slightly, lifting the brim of the hat just a bit, his face not cold anymore but showing a touch of arrogance.

Shortly after, a ghastly blue Sword Intent spread out, enveloping the entire camp like an aura of slaughter, piercing into each wooden hut.

Even though these huts were all protected by Arrays, they were like nothing before his Sword Intent, offering no resistance.

Only the huts where Xiao Xuanzhen and Fairy Hua Xianzi resided were shielded by Green Wood Taoist Skill, barely withstanding the icy blue Sword Intent.

Xie Changle, who was deep in sleep, was startled by the Sword Intent and hurried out to see what happened.

"Who’s there? Who dares to launch a sneak attack in the middle of the night?"

Xie Changle’s complexion turned slightly pale when she saw the condition inside the campsite. Before she could even ask who the intruder was, she saw that person draw the sword and slash.

"Ga!"

Xie Changle uttered an exclamation, dodging swiftly, yet she felt an overwhelming heaviness, as the oppressive force of the Sword Intent nearly froze her in place.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Fu Chen slightly bowed his head and chanted softly. Buddha’s Light shone forth, forming a golden bell over Xie Changle’s figure.

Clang.

The Sword Energy struck the golden bell, issuing a dull bell sound, and then dissipated.

Xie Changle’s complexion was ashen, she stared blankly at the blood-red figure, her eyes slightly shifting.

"You are, Wuliang Mountain’s Absolute Blade Chen Yuan?!"

Chen Yuan glanced at her, his voice tinged with scorn: "Weakling, better keep your mouth shut."

"..."

Xie Changle’s expression turned ugly. She didn’t speak again but quietly started to look around for something.

At this time, Gongye Shou stopped the sergeants eager to rush forward and frowned at Chen Yuan:

"You’re not welcome here, please leave."

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Chen Yuan ignored him, his blood-red pupils turning toward "Great Void Buddha Child" Fu Chen, his tone still haughty:

"Bald donkey, I’ll remember you!"

After saying his piece, he sheathed his sword and turned to walk away.

But he hadn’t gone far when he paused and spoke again: "Tell Chen Yi, I’ll be waiting for him in the secret realm!"

Gongye Shou and the others showed no intention of stopping him, but it was Xie Changle, who had just narrowly escaped death, who blurted out without considering anything else:

"Wait!"

"Hmm?"

Chen Yuan turned his head slightly, his gaze icy, as if he might draw his sword and slash again at any moment.

Xie Changle, enduring the discomfort in her body, asked through gritted teeth: "Where is my Senior Sister Ling? She was with you before!"

For some reason, he couldn’t help but feel a vague sense of foreboding.

"Senior Sister Ling?"

Chen Yuan turned, his gaze resting on the longsword at his waist, "Are you a Sword Edge Mountain disciple?"