Chapter 822: Chapter 369: Is It Too Late to Change My Name Now? (2)

"Split up."

Chen Ze said in a low voice, "You go check the Pill Room, I’ll go to the Main Hall."

Lan Caidie nodded, her figure flickered and vanished into the shadows. Although her cultivation was far inferior to Chen Ze, she had inherited from the Insect Mother, bearing the "Hundred Gu Scripture," and her means of self-preservation were not weak at all.

Chen Ze, like a fallen leaf, lightly drifted over the wall and landed on an ancient pine in the inner courtyard.

The Main Hall was brightly lit, and vague human voices emerged from within.

Chen Ze held his breath, concentrating his spirit, and used the sound of the night wind brushing the treetops as cover, stealthily approaching.

"The envoy from Western Pole Kingdom will arrive in three days, make sure to have the ’Soul-Catching Powder’ formula ready by then."

A hoarse voice said.

"Rest assured, Sect Master Mo, the formula is complete, only the last step remains."

This voice was younger, with a bit of arrogance, "But when will the Yan Family deliver the upper volume of the ’Cyan Pouch Pill Scripture’ they promised us?"

Chen Ze was shocked internally, almost exposing himself from his hiding spot.

Yan Family? Could the Jiangnan Yan Family be involved in this matter too?

"That old fox Yan Feiping is very cunning, he said he wants to wait until Ye Qingzhou is dealt with before handing over the pill scripture."

The owner of the hoarse voice was none other than Mo Tiannan, the current sect master of Profound Pill Sect.

He let out a cold snort, "But no matter, with the Laws Destruction Golden Arrow, no matter how skilled Ye Qingzhou is, he is bound to fall under the Divine Arrow."

"Master, does the Yan Family really possess such a treasure?"

Zhao Wuji’s expression was filled with disbelief.

The fame of the Laws Destruction Golden Arrow was ancient, it was the Divine Arrow used by Hou Yi to shoot down the sun-deities, one of ten arrows, nine of which have long shot down the nine giant Golden Crows.

Only this last one remains, passing through the generations.

The Electromagnetic Cannon of Dongji Kingdom was named Laws Destruction Golden Crossbow, inspired by the Laws Destruction Golden Arrow, but its power is probably not even a tenth of the latter.

After all, the Laws Destruction Golden Arrow is a Godslaying Artifact that can shoot down a Celestial King Martial God!

"I have seen it with my own eyes, it truly is the Laws Destruction Golden Arrow, its power to extinguish vitality and cut off destiny, just seeing it from afar chills me. Once this arrow is released, it pursues and claims lives, no matter how high Ye Qingzhou’s cultivation is, he won’t escape death this time."

Chen Ze felt a chill down his spine, just as he intended to quietly retreat and report, suddenly he heard a soul-piercing voice from inside the room.

"Since you’ve come uninvited, why leave in such a hurry?"

It was only at this moment that Chen Ze suddenly realized there was a third person present in the room, someone he hadn’t noticed all along!

At the same time, several disciples of Profound Pill Sect approached Chen Ze’s hiding place, holding torches.

"Run!"

Without hesitation, Chen Ze leaped toward the outside of the courtyard wall.

Even though Grandmasters can fly through the sky, the fastest way is to run on solid ground.

"Trying to leave?"

A cold laugh rang out, and a dark shadow blocked his path like a ghost.

The man looked about thirty years old, with a sinister expression, his hands showing a strange blue-purple, clearly displaying the cultivation and foundation of a Martial Arts Grandmaster: "Profound Pill Sect’s top disciple Zhao Wuji is here, you little pest, surrender or be captured!"

Chen Ze knew today’s end wouldn’t be peaceful, his right hand had already grasped the sword hilt: "Long have I heard of the name ’Poisonous Hand,’ please enlighten me."

Zhao Wuji sneered, his palms striking like lightning, the gust from them wafting a pungent smell of medicine, the strength not strong, yet emitting waves of black poisonous evil Qi.

Chen Ze dared not meet the strike head-on, twisting his body to dodge, his long sword unsheathing, turning into a streak of white light stabbing at the opponent’s throat, the dense Sword Qi immediately erupting, like a torrential rain.

The two exchanged over ten moves in an instant, Chen Ze gradually felt at a disadvantage.

Zhao Wuji’s palm wind grew increasingly venomous, although he wasn’t directly hit, merely inhaling the odor made him dizzy and nauseous.

"Grandmaster Chen!"

Lan Caidie’s voice rang out from afar, followed by swarms of Blade Bees breaking through the air, numbering in the thousands, each carrying lethal poison, enough to threaten a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Zhao Wuji was an expert in poison, with one glance he discerned the Blade Bees before him were larger than fists, definitely artificially cultivated mutant Gu Insects, he quickly struck out innumerable shadows with his palms to guard himself, prioritizing self-preservation.

"Quickly run!"

Lan Caidie called out, Chen Ze promptly responded, the two sprinting downhill.

Behind them, Zhao Wuji’s roaring and the disciples’ chasing drew ever closer.

"Split up!"

At the foot of the mountain, Chen Ze pushed Lan Caidie away, "You go inform the master, I’ll draw them away!"

Without waiting for Lan Caidie to respond, Chen Ze already turned onto another narrow path, deliberately creating sounds. Zhao Wuji indeed followed with his men in pursuit, the distance narrowing.

Turning around a mountain pass, Chen Ze suddenly stopped, pulled a pill from his pocket, and swallowed it, channeling his energy to absorb the medicine’s power.

This was a "Antitoxic Pill" specially made by Ye Qingzhou, capable of temporarily resisting various poisons.

He took a deep breath and turned to face his pursuers.

"Can’t run anymore?"

Zhao Wuji, accompanied by a dozen disciples, surrounded Chen Ze, his expression fierce: "Speak, who sent you?"

Chen Ze sneered silently, holding his sword across his chest.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand, and the disciples rushed forward.

Sword light shone like snow. Even though Chen Ze was in a perilous situation, he remained calm and composed. Every sword strike precisely targeted his enemies’ vital points, fast and fierce, showcasing the might of the Torrential Rain Sword style.

In an instant, the dense Sword Qi swept in all directions, and several dozen disciples of the Profound Pill Sect fell to the ground, incapacitated.

"Useless!"

Zhao Wuji shouted in anger, pulling a blood-red pill from his pocket and swallowing it.

In an instant, his eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging all over his body, his aura surging.

"Let me show you the power of the ’Heart-Burning Pill’!"

Zhao Wuji’s palms suddenly enlarged by a circle, sweeping towards Chen Ze with a foul wind.

His heart was burning with urgency!

This palm strike was indeed extremely fast and ruthless, invoking the Earth Evil Fire, with a force incredibly violent.

Chen Ze raised his sword to block, only to hear a crisp "clang" sound. The Absolute Grade long sword in his hand was shattered by a single palm!

The remaining force struck heavily upon his chest.

"Pff~~"

Chen Ze spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, flying backward, crashing into the mountainside. Along the way, he broke several trees that would require the embrace of three people to encircle, splintering wood chips and raising a cloud of dust, finally crashing into the mountain, cracking the solid rock surface.

He struggled to stand, only to find his whole body felt as if his meridians were being burned, unable to move.

Zhao Wuji slowly walked closer, raising his glowing right palm: "With the Pill Fire in heart, all five viscera are incinerated. In your next life, remember, don’t provoke the Profound Pill Sect."

At the moment when his palm was about to fall, a figure swept past like a startled swan, with a light palm strike that made Zhao Wuji spew blood wildly, with tendons snapped and bones broken.

"Ye... Ye Qingzhou!"

Zhao Wuji’s face changed dramatically.

He didn’t recognize Chen Ze, but he immediately recognized Ye Qingzhou. After all, in today’s Dongji Kingdom, Ye Qingzhou was the one person who couldn’t be provoked.

Ye Qingzhou, dressed in black, stood under the moon, his expression stern. Without sparing a glance at Zhao Wuji, he first helped Chen Ze up, placing a pill into his mouth.

"Master..."

"Even such a weakling Grandmaster who relies on popping pills to reach the Eighth Realm can push you to the brink. It seems your cultivation still needs improvement."

Chen Ze grasped his sword hilt tightly, not defending himself: "Yes."

In the Martial Arts World, losing means you’re weak. If you’re weak, train more; any other excuses are redundant.

"Take him away."

Ye Qingzhou instructed Lan Caidie, who had just arrived, constantly keeping his eyes on Zhao Wuji, "Leave this to me."

Lan Caidie supported Chen Ze, worryingly glanced at Ye Qingzhou, ultimately not daring to disobey and departed quickly.

"Sword Saint Ye, your disciple broke into my Profound Pill Sect at night. According to the rules of the martial world, taking his life is justified!"

Zhao Wuji yelled, his voice fierce on the outside but weakening inside.

Only then did Ye Qingzhou properly look at him, his eyes cold: "You think you’re qualified to talk rules with me?"

After speaking, Ye Qingzhou’s gaze shifted behind Zhao Wuji, transforming into an invisible sharp sword, slicing through the shadows of the night, finally exposing someone’s figure.

"One of the Five Elders of the Divine Gang Path, Illusory Mirage Dragon Liu Wuhen?"

"Liu indeed."

Upon seeing Ye Qingzhou, Liu Wuhen realized things were amiss, but now he could only step in front of Zhao Wuji, bracingly asking, "Sword Saint Ye, I don’t think the Profound Pill Sect has offended you?"

Ye Qingzhou looked at Zhao Wuji: "Your name is Zhao Wuji?"

Zhao Wuji, puzzled, nodded.

"Your name greatly offends my taboo."

Zhao Wuji looked like he was about to cry: "Is there still time for me to change my name?"