Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2400 202: Three Swords_3

"Send word to the Golden Water Pond there, we'll observe the situation for a few days—it won't cause any delays."

"Got it."

The young boy departed at once, bearing the order.

With hands clasped behind his back, the middle-aged Daoist stared out from the Daoist Field toward the ancient inscriptions that had lasted through ages, his brows furrowing without realizing it.

He kept sensing that something vital had escaped his understanding somewhere, yet right now, he just couldn't pin it down.

In the end, it all pointed to a single individual:

"Yin Tianzhi..."

...

Those three days flew by in an instant.

Spirit Origin Prefecture.

Old Fan Fenglei, face etched with gravity, had already positioned himself cross-legged well before dawn outside the makeshift palace of the Spirit Origin Prefecture's abode.

Arrayed behind him were countless cultivators of the Spirit Origin Prefecture, spanning from Crossing Tribulation to Unification stages...

In the far-off, shadowy emptiness, vague silhouettes hovered, silently concealed there, peering intently at this spot.

Differing from other powers, Fan Fenglei had felt utter confidence deep down ever since getting the invitation from Taiyi, certain that the foe would show up this time to settle the score for being driven off before.

Moreover, he nursed a burning grudge over the slaughter of his bloodline by the other side.

Still, he didn't let his guard down; more than three centuries back, the enemy's shown power neared that of a typical mid-stage Crossing Tribulation expert. After deploying the Dao Treasure, their true limits became impossible to measure, leaving him secretly in awe. With the boldness to 'pay a visit' now, they surely possessed ample assurance.

His greatest concern was the enemy arriving alongside Yin Tianzhi and his allies, which meant facing two mid-stage Crossing Tribulation powerhouses. Just with his Spirit Origin Prefecture's forces, handling that would prove quite taxing.

Detecting those hidden presences in the remote void, his mind eased a touch.

For caution's sake, he'd summoned the Illusion Sky Realm.

On top of that, certain unsolicited 'visitors' had shown up.

Yet their presence fell right within his calculations.

He'd also deployed watchers on the other factions.

At any sign of action, they'd rush over, since nobody could predict which household the Taiyi Tributor might hit first, but all were eager to uncover the Yin Family's secrets.

"Daring to challenge Nine Families in a single day? Hmph, such wild arrogance!"

This thought made Fan Fenglei let out a cold huff, a sharp glint sparking in his gaze.

But as moments dragged on, no word came back from the scouts at the other eight clans.

"Does it really begin with my Spirit Origin Prefecture?"

Fan Fenglei's features grew a bit grim.

And during this tense vigil, from the murky void, Flying Boats gradually emerged.

The Flying Boats bore the insignia of the Baiqu Yin Family.

As the Flying Boats drew near, one after another, forms leaped out soundlessly.

Seeing this spectacle, be it Fan Fenglei or the concealed watchers in the dark, an odd wave of ease washed over them all.

Not dread of a mighty rival, but unease over an adversary with hidden tricks. Now, with Baiqu Yin Family members on the scene, it exposed a chunk of their hidden strength.

Right then, the hidden cultivators from diverse powers in the void started sending out signals, and far away, glows from teleportation arrays flared up...

And as a green-robed figure stepped forth from a Flying Boat.

Fan Fenglei, stationed at the gateway to the Spirit Origin Prefecture's temporary palace, at last showed a frosty look, teeth clenched, spitting out the name word by word:

"Tai, Yi!"

"So daring, to actually set foot in my Spirit Origin Prefecture!"

Though he admired the foe's poise, skipping vengeance for this grudge would leave him answerable to neither himself nor the cultivators under his command.

Soon after, Yin Tianzhi, emerging from the Flying Boat, gave a cold snort and demanded:

"Old Fan, is this your way of greeting visitors?"

"Visitors?"

Fan Fenglei snorted back, faintly feeling the auras closing in swiftly from every direction—all elite powers from various groups—making his nerves tighten as his mind whirled.

Still, his visage held firm and unyielding:

"He slew my great-great-grandson! If he endures my sword, then I'll deem him a guest!"

Yin Tianzhi smirked, on the verge of replying.

Out of nowhere, Wang Ba beside him spoke steadily:

"What if it's three swords?"

These words stunned not just Fan Fenglei but every lurking force observing nearby.

Fan Fenglei, especially shocked, had blurted that without expecting agreement—simply seeking a pretext to strike. The enemy's ready consent ignited both fury and a flicker of reluctant respect in him.

Yin Tianzhi's face shifted a bit, ready to warn against it.

But Fan Fenglei bellowed decisively:

"Fine! It's a deal! Survive three swords, and our grudge ends here!"

Before his voice faded, he eagerly swung his blade!

The blade's glow fused with the Black Water Dao Domain, uniting into a force as vast as the starry river!

In the gleaming radiance, it resembled a dark, raging river bursting ahead.

Despite the swing's apparent rush, be it Yin Tianzhi, Sangkong Realm Master of the Illusion Sky Realm, or Cheng Lianzi and fellow peak experts from close-by powers, all who beheld this strike wore grave looks.

"Old Fan rarely wields the sword, but who'd guess he hid such a technique... Friend Taiyi, take care!"

Yin Tianzhi's features altered faintly, quickly relaying a message to Wang Ba.

This blade was overwhelmingly potent and savage, far beyond Fan Fenglei's standard might, evidently brewed over ages, ideally suited to the Black Water Dao Domain's nature—the more it built, the fiercer it grew. Among the gathered, scarce few could squarely meet its brunt without fear.

And nearly as this first strike flew out, Fan Fenglei, solemn-faced and with a faint quiver at his blade's tip, labored to slash a second sweeping cut!

All present grew tense, even the middle-aged Daoist Cheng Lianzi of the Laowen Sect, whose exposed eyes now held deep seriousness!

What caught everyone off guard was Fan Fenglei pushing for a third strike. Regrettably, as the blade's light neared its peak, it shattered with a harsh clatter, exceeding his grasp entirely.

Even so, post those two blows, when figures like Cheng Lianzi eyed Fan Fenglei, a heightened wariness and esteem crept into their views.

"Friend Taiyi!"

As the crowd reeled from Fan Fenglei's prowess, Yin Tianzhi's countenance grew desperately pressing.

Fan Fenglei had unleashed two attacks, yet Wang Ba neither dodged nor made any move to resist, simply standing poised there.

Any chance to intervene had vanished.

Still, the two blade-lights slammed down in sequence, without a whisper!

Then, like crashing into an immortal pillar, endless dark waters erupted wildly, shoving the nearby Chaos Origin Substance far aside.

The onlookers nearby scattered too, unwilling to brush against it.

Amid churning dark floods and pale froth, a lone green-robed form remained, hands behind back, utterly unshaken by the tumult.

In that instant, the dark waters ebbed away, and silence blanketed all!

Yin Tianzhi, Fan Fenglei, the far-off Sangkong Realm Master, Cheng Lianzi, and the rest all drew sharp breaths!