At this moment, Chen Beixuan had restored his appearance on Earth rather than his appearance as the Immortal Venerable Beixuan. With a cascade of flowing black hair, he wore simple, modern-style clothing.
"Jiang Feifei, you lied to Aunt Tang, saying you were going out to play, only to run all the way here to the Cangming Realm? I'm taking you back today. I can't let Aunt Tang worry." Chen Fan replied leisurely.
Yet his words were astonishing.
The scene fell into absolute silence. Someone actually wanted to take Jiang Feifei away?
"Kid, I deeply admire your courage. I don't care who you are, come over here right now and apologize obediently, or don't blame Bai for killing without blinking an eye," Baizichuan said, completely not taking Chen Fan seriously. In his eyes, after all, Chen Fan was merely at the Golden Core stage.
As for taking Jiang Feifei away? Don't even dream about it; Jiang Feifei was the woman he had reserved for himself.
"Hero Bai, spare my life! My brother here must have been drinking and mistook someone for a moment, I beg for your forgiveness!" Guo Chuandong hurried over and cried out in terror.
As if he hadn't heard Baizichuan at all, Chen Beixuan continued, "If you won't come back with me, I'll have no choice but to take you back by force." Naturally, Jiang Feifei wasn't important in his eyes, but for Aunt Tang's sake, he had to bring her back.
"Holy shit, this kid is actually treating Baizichuan's words like wind past his ear. He's done for." The onlookers chimed in to watch the spectacle.
"This kid is putting on quite an act. He's probably trying to stay calm in front of the Goddess Jiang, but inside he's probably about to piss his pants, hahaha!"
The bystanders laughed uninhibitedly.
"Indeed. A Half-Step Great Power—who could save him with the Deity Transformation figures absent? If he has anyone to blame, he should blame himself for provoking Baizichuan. Who knows what gave him the audacity to even dream of taking Goddess Jiang away?" In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Feifei and Baizichuan were a match made in heaven.
"Besides, I heard Jiang Feifei came from *that* place," someone whispered in the crowd.
"That place?" another asked in confusion.
"The Middle Land, the Beiqiong Sect."
Mention Earth, and few people would likely know of it, but the Beiqiong Sect was renowned throughout the entire Cangming Realm! That was the hometown of Divine Lord Chen!
"Hiss! Divine Lord Chen? Goddess Jiang actually comes from the same hometown as Divine Lord Chen?" Everyone looked at Jiang Feifei with a mixture of shock and envy.
Jiang Feifei looked with a complex expression at the man before her. No matter how hard she tried, she was currently only at the Mid-stage Golden Core stage. Even as a possessor of a "Super-grade Golden Core", she was far from being a match for Chen Fan. Probably not even her master, the Abbot of Taichu Temple, would necessarily be a match for Chen Fan if he arrived in person.
Seeing that Chen Fan dared to ignore him, Baizichuan stared fixedly at him.
"Kid, don't tell me you're Divine Lord Chen? Looking at how young you are and that you're an Earthling, could you be Chen Hao?" However, Baizichuan shook his head almost immediately; Chen Hao was already at the Nascent Soul stage and only a tier or so below him.
"So be it. I don't care who you are! Even if you're a prodigy from a major sect, I will kill you all the same." With that, he waved his hand and slashed a sword toward Chen Beixuan, but this sword strike had no physical form.
"It's the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique! Heavens! Legend has it that this sword technique appears illusory and ethereal on the surface, as uncatchable as the wind, capable of directly piercing the body while the sword intent destroys the five viscera and six bowels. Baizichuan broke into the thirty-sixth spot on the Cangming Rankings precisely because of this sword technique!" The people inside the Sunset Ship cried out in dismay.
"Wait, stop!" Jiang Feifei had just regained her wits, but Baizichuan's sword had already arrived.
"Hmph! Daring to make a move against me—you're courting death." Chen Fan hadn't expected mere vermin to dare draw a sword against him. Coldness flashed in his eyes as he flicked his sleeve. No matter how myriad his sword techniques and divine abilities were, they were instantly batted away by that single sleeve, crashing into the body of the Sunset Ship.
"Bzzz..." The walls of the Sunset Ship were slowly corroded by the sword intent, but they quickly repaired themselves. Such was the nature of the Sunset Ship.
"Why is it that no matter where I go, someone always insists on rushing to their death?" Chen Fan said, remaining seated.
"Let me show you what real 'swordsmanship' is." With that, he mobilized the Qingdi Longevity Body. A flash of green light vanished in his hand, and a wooden sword appeared in Chen Fan's grasp.
"With this sword, I once cleaved the sun, moon, and stars to nothingness." Finished speaking, Chen Fan stood up straight and slashed horizontally through the air.
The table in front of Chen Fan shattered instantly, and the wooden sword in his hand cracked from the unbearable force, to the extent that the entire Sunset Ship was nearly cleaved in two.
"Bzzzz... Warning, warning." The Sunset Ship frantically attempted to repair itself, but the lingering sword intent upon it grew increasingly violent, until in the end it could only emit a buzzing hum.
"Hiss!" Everyone present was struck dumb, staring slack-jawed. The power of this sword strike was no less than that of a Peak Nascent Soul, and differed little even from the Sword Saint Qin Shang.
Lost in the sheer might of that single strike for a moment, the crowd finally remembered: what about Baizichuan? Looking closely at the ground, they saw that Baizichuan had been hacked to pieces, his limbs severed from his torso, ravaged by rampant sword intent. He was dead beyond all doubt. Poor Baizichuan hadn't even managed to let out a single scream, nor did he have time to use the life-substitution magical treasure given to him by his master, Song Yufeng.
Guo Chuandong stared in shock as well. He had just been pleading for Chen Fan's life, yet in the blink of an eye, Baizichuan had been killed. Everything had transpired in less than three breaths.
Inside an anonymous room thousands of miles deep within the Sunset Ship, an ordinary-looking, aged middle-aged man sat meditating. As he sat cross-legged in cultivation, his eyes suddenly snapped open. Heavens, what a pair of eyes! To gaze into them was like having a sword thrust directly into your pupils, sharp-edged and dazzling.
Had anyone been present, they would undoubtedly have recognized this person as the renowned Song Yufeng.
"Who is it? Who dares kill my son? Today, even if you ascend to the nine heavens or plunge to the nether hells, I will cut you down!" Overcome with furious rage, Song Yufeng spat a mouthful of blood and roared.
Outsiders all knew that Baizichuan was Song Yufeng's eldest disciple, but none knew that Baizichuan was actually his illegitimate son.