Chapter 12: The Sword Never Returns
Three hours ago, a young swordsman came to Meiling with a long sword on his back and a golden wine gourd on his waist.

Every time he took a sip of wine, his grief and indignation grew stronger, as if what he was drinking was not wine but extremely bitter tears.

The federal government blocked the outer perimeter of Meiling Mountain. Chen Qingniu jumped up, and a pair of pale white wings grew on his back. He glided more than two hundred feet away, leaving many armed soldiers behind.

When they arrived at the core area, the earthly immortals of the Jiangyou Province Xianwu War Hall all recognized him, this young and extremely talented child of destiny.

However, although this boy is extremely talented, he is still very young and has not yet reached the first realm of the earthly immortals - the sky-controlling realm. Why is he here?

"The defeated district hall master is his father, why doesn't he come?" The earthly immortal who knew the situation sighed.

Chen Qingniu drew out his long sword and sprayed a mouthful of nectar on it, all of it sliding down without a drop left. The shiny sword reflected his face, and he said, "Good sword! Good head!"

He jumped up and shouted to the Tianjian Mountain cultivators who were confronting the many earthly immortals in the Xianwu Battle Hall: "May I ask where Zhao Hao is? I, Chen Qingniu, am waiting for him to take his head!"

A man from Tianjian Mountain came out holding a sword and glanced at him. He shook his head and said, "My Senior Brother Zhao doesn't have time to take your head. You are just a Vajra Realm, and you dare to stand up? Who do you think you are!"

Chen Qingniu laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes. "I, Chen Qingniu, am not worth mentioning. I am nothing. But he killed my father, and I come here to ask for death. Is that not unreasonable?"

The scene suddenly turned cold.

The hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable, this is known to everyone, no one dares to say that Chen Qingniu is not qualified to challenge Zhao Hao.

No matter how big the gap in their status or realm is, what does it matter if they fight for their lives to avenge their father's murder?
Chen Qingniu's challenge was not only not unreasonable, but too reasonable. No one in the world was more qualified than him to challenge Zhao Hao.

As Chen Qingniu said, he knew that he would die in a battle with Zhao Hao and there was no possibility of winning.

Zhao Rugou of Tianjian Mountain said: "My Senior Brother Zhao Hao is in Tianjian Mountain, you can't see him. If you want to challenge me, I will dare to fight on my Senior Brother Zhao Hao's behalf!"

The character of sword cultivators has always been sharp and unruly. Their combat power is much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, but their temperament is domineering and their edge is so sharp that others retreat in a hurry. The sword in their hands is their principle.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Chen Qingniu laughed wildly. He killed his father, but he didn't even dare to show his face. He even had to ask others to take his place in the challenge.

What contempt! What injustice!
"It's time for me to use this sword for my father!" Chen Qingniu was extremely serious and poured all his energy into the sword in his hand.

The sword comes out!

A flash of sword light cut through the sky.

This sword has no return!

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Looking at the two empty bottles of Hundred Herbs Liquid and the fifteen points of source power consumed, Wang Xuan felt it was worth it.

These fifteen units of source power saved him more than three months of effort, accelerating the progress of Hunyuan Pillar from the minor success stage to the initial stage of major success.

What is the most precious thing in the world? Time. Wang Xuan knew that he was no longer young. At the age of 24, if he did not work hard to catch up, it would be difficult for him to reach a higher level in the future.

Wang Xuan, who had mastered the Hunyuan Posture, felt as if his feet had taken root and he was as still as a mountain. Even if a buffalo came at him, he could ensure that his chassis was as stable as a mountain.

This realm is usually only achieved by bone-refining monks, but he is now at this level.

Standing in front of the mirror, Wang Xuan discovered that he seemed to have grown two centimeters taller and his weight had increased slightly. He felt his strong muscles, which contained powerful strength.

If he takes some dietary supplements in a few days, the data may change.

This is Dacheng's Hunyuan Posture, and its effect is very obvious.

"My strength has probably increased by 20% compared to the minor success stage. After consolidating the Hunyuan Posture stage, my whole body can reach a strength of 2,000 kilograms, which is only achieved at the peak of bone refining."

Wang Xuan pondered, although his strength was terrifying, in fact the extent of his improvement in the physical training realm was similar to that of others, it was just that he was born with supernatural powers.

This is innate. Similarly, the resources he consumes in his practice are no less than those of a cultivator in the Bone Refining Realm. He is constantly burning money.

After returning from Meiling, it was already seven or eight o'clock now, and he had been so busy that he even forgot to eat. He took out the beast meat he had bought, the meat of the wild boar king, the giant python, the golden pigeon, and the black jade flower, each of which cost twenty to thirty thousand star yuan. Wang Xuan cooked it himself, not wanting the kitchen's artificial intelligence to waste good things.

The human body needs so many nutrients that it cannot just take medicine. The body is like a small universe with great potential, and it also needs many substances to nourish it.

While cooking, Wang Xuan was surfing the Internet. Some communities in Yuzhang City were in an uproar, and concerned monks were discussing what had happened in Meiling.
The immortals on land were flying high and low, and ordinary people could not reach them at all. There were also sword lights that appeared from time to time, cutting through the sky. It was obvious what had happened in Meiling.

There are a lot of news circulating on the Internet, but it is impossible to tell whether they are true or false. Some say that treasures have appeared, some say that monsters are being surrounded and suppressed, and some say that disputes and revenge have occurred.

After watching for a while, Wang Xuan ignored it. He only wanted to improve his strength. Otherwise, let alone revenge, he wouldn't even be qualified to punch the earthly immortal.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, with these dishes on the coffee table, Wang Xuan was eating from a big bowl full of rice. The rice in this big bowl alone was more than two people could finish.

The title of "glutton" is not an exaggeration at all for him.

There was an electronic "beep" sound from the door, which was the fingerprint and pupil verification. Then Wang Xuan heard the sound of the key turning, and the door opened with a click.

"La la la la!" Su Xiaowei came in from the door carrying a small box, looking very happy.

But when she looked up and saw Wang Xuan, she was startled and took back her left leg. She asked weakly, "Uncle Wang Xuan, aren't you not at home?"

She hid the box behind her and whispered, "Xiao Wei came in to put her things away."

"Have you eaten?" Wang Xuan asked her.

Su Xiaowei nodded: "I've eaten." She touched her belly to show that she was not lying.

"Come and sit down." Wang Xuan waved his hand. "This house was originally owned by you two sisters. You are still my landlord. It's okay for you to come in."

He paid the annual rent of three to four thousand yuan a month in one lump sum, and all of it was in Bai Yuzhen's hands. The purpose of renting out this house was to make the lives of the two sisters Su Xiaowei and Su Qiubai better.

Feeling like she had made some mistake, Su Xiaowei nodded, a smile appeared on her face, she put the small box on the sofa and sat down.

"Uncle Wang, Xiaowei has placed a lot of picture albums in the small room. They are all painted by me. But my sister likes to give them out to her friends one by one. I can't bear to give them away, so I secretly hid them here."

This house was originally the home of Su Xiaowei's family of four. Even now, the two girls' boudoirs are still preserved here. This is stipulated in the rental contract. Wang Xuan has never entered and never touched their things.

What remains here are the memories of the two little girls' past home.

The little girl opened the small box as she spoke, and sure enough, there were four or five picture albums inside. She flipped through the pages one by one, and most of them contained diary-like pictures, recording her every day.

Some of the anime characters she created are extremely exquisite, and it seems that she put a lot of thought into them.

"Many characters were originally created by Xiaowei. After my sister showed them to her friends, she gave my album away bit by bit. But I think the characters I drew are alive and I can't bear to give them away."

As she spoke, she turned up her nose, attracted by the food on the coffee table.

It smells so good! But she had already eaten, and Su Xiaowei felt a little upset when she thought of this.

Wang Xuan had eaten half of his big bowl of rice. He was in a really good mood listening to the little girl talking. Su Xiaowei was like a little sun, shining her rays on the land around her.

The little girl is multi-talented. It seems that she can play the piano, the guzheng, draw, sing, and has good grades. She is very good at anything she wants to learn, so good that her sister no longer touches these things.

Wang Xuan frowned: "Xiao Wei is so good at painting, what should I do if I want a painting too? How about you paint one for me? As a reward, I will treat you to a meal?"

Xiao Wei said happily: "What does Uncle Wang want Xiao Wei to draw for you?"

Pulling out a book from the study, holding the book in his hands, Wang Xuan pretended to read, with a very unique temperament, like a scholar.

"This is it. When you finish drawing it, I'll give it to my parents as a gift."

Su Xiaowei nodded heavily, took a few photos and said, "I'll draw when I get back! Then Xiaowei, Xiaowei, can we eat now?"

"There are dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. Go ahead, but remember to exercise more, or you'll gain weight."

(End of this chapter)