Chapter 413: The Ancient and Modern Recorder (24)

Su Chen looked at the interesting little fellow.

In this spacetime, at this very moment, he had sensed the aura of the Myriad Laws Dao.

Upon the small body of the boy before him, there was also a faint trace of the Myriad Laws Dao.

A soft laugh came from beneath the mask. "Very well."

The moment the words fell, the youth cupped his fists toward the front and then vanished.

Su Chen slowly raised his hand. Wind, fire, thunder, and lightning rotated and formed a fist imprint that collided with the boy's wrist.

Dongfang Yunxiao was greatly surprised.

Though young in age, his cultivation had already reached the Saint Realm. Under his master's guidance, he had cultivated a supreme path, and his combat strength was extraordinary. In this world, the number of people who could block one of his punches with a single hand could be counted on one's fingers.

Dongfang Yunxiao refused to accept defeat. His other hand transformed into a palm imprint. The palm imprint cycled endlessly between destruction and vitality, evolving an entire world.

The wind and clouds changed abruptly.

"Not bad."

Just as the terrifying palm imprint was about to strike Su Chen, the world condensed within it suddenly shattered and turned into nothing more than a light, floating palm that landed on his body. The scene left Dongfang Yunxiao stunned, standing frozen in place.

In the span of a single breath, a different aura began circulating through Dongfang Yunxiao's body without pause. It interwove and reorganized, finally forming a transparent phantom. The phantom's eyes were solemn. From the void it drew out a sword whose blade was carved with countless branded lines.

The Myriad Laws Sword.

Without hesitation, the sword was swung toward Su Chen.

A strike of this sword was enough to easily collapse an entire world.

Yet at this moment, it appeared light and casual. Between heaven and earth, not the slightest change occurred. The blade was easily pinched between two fingers.

Dongfang Yunxiao released the hilt. The long sword transformed into a streak of flowing light and vanished.

"Still want to fight?" Su Chen looked at the young boy with amusement.

The youth waved his hands repeatedly and shook his head. "No more, no more. No matter how much longer we fight, this young master will never be your match."

Dongfang Yunxiao loved combat, yet that did not mean he enjoyed being abused. From their brief exchange, he had already seen clearly that the strange man in the bronze mask before him was an existence he could not defeat even with all his strength. Continuing the fight would not change the outcome in the slightest.

"Does Senior know this young master's master?"

Dongfang Yunxiao asked curiously. He had never heard his master mention any old acquaintances. His master had always been extremely mysterious, and the strange man before him was equally mysterious. Perhaps the two truly knew each other.

Dongfang Yunxiao muttered to himself.

Su Chen nodded. If earlier he had only sensed the aura of the Myriad Laws Dao, now he could be certain that Dongfang Yunxing was here.

"Lead the way. Take me to see your master."

Dongfang Yunxiao thought for a moment and decided to bring the mysterious man up the mountain.

After all… if the mysterious man before him had wanted to kill him, he would have acted long ago. He would have been completely unable to resist, and the man had never shown any malice.

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On the mountain of Clear Wind Temple stood a clean wooden hut surrounded by dense grass and trees beneath a blue sky and white clouds.

A white-haired young man lay idly on a tree branch.

He had spent countless years in such days and had long grown accustomed to them.

"Master, Master, an old acquaintance has come to see you!"

The white-haired young man dug a finger into his ear. "Old acquaintance? What old acquaintance? Since when does this master have any old acquaintances?

"You unfilial disciple, hurry and catch two mountain chickens for me. It has been far too long since this master last ate chicken."

Dongfang Yunxiao had already reached the base of the tree.

At that moment, the white-haired young man lowered his head and looked down. Besides Dongfang Yunxiao, there stood a mysterious man wearing a mask and holding an ancient book.

After confirming it was a figure he had never seen before, the white-haired young man closed his eyes and sighed helplessly. "Little Yunxiao, where is this master's birthday gift?"

Dongfang Yunxiao looked at his lazy master and sighed with equal helplessness. "This senior did not prepare any birthday gift. He claims to be an old acquaintance of yours, Master. This disciple was no match for him… so I could only bring him to see you."

The white-haired young man's eyes opened. He narrowed them and observed the mysterious man in the bronze mask once more. At last, he cursed angrily, "You little brat, this master should never have taken you as a disciple! You really bring every strange and bizarre person to this master's place. Are you trying to get this master killed?"

He had actually sensed a supreme characteristic from the man in the bronze mask. The man's strength was likely no weaker than his own had been before his fall!

At that moment, the mysterious man in the bronze mask slowly raised his head. When their four eyes met, the white-haired young man's words abruptly stopped. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The wariness in his gaze dissipated and turned into shock and doubt… then gradually into delighted surprise. His throat rolled several times without producing any sound. After a long while, the words finally left his mouth, filled with disbelief.

"Mas… Master…"

Dongfang Yunxiao was confused. He looked at his own master, then at the mysterious man in the bronze mask. His master was actually addressing this mysterious man as Master… Did that mean the man before them in the bronze mask was his grandmaster?

Dongfang Yunxiao sharply drew in a cold breath. He had still been thinking of demanding a birthday gift from his grandmaster… yet after a moment's thought, he decided it was fine. Demanding birthday gifts had been his master's own requirement.

"Yunxing."

Su Chen's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

After that great battle, he had fallen at once. He had originally believed Dongfang Yunxing would also die in that battle. He had never expected the man to retain a thread of aura and survive the long years until he revived once more.

"Master, it really is you!"

Dongfang Yunxing laughed loudly, his laughter open and bright. He could no longer remember how long it had been since he last felt such joy.

With a casual wave of his large hand, a fierce wind blew Dongfang Yunxiao far away, giving the boy no chance to resist. Only when he was a great distance off did Dongfang Yunxiao manage to steady himself.

He spat toward Clear Wind Temple. "This young master doesn't care to listen anyway! Perfect—I hid two mountain chickens. Now I can finally enjoy them all by myself!"

Dongfang Yunxiao reached out and pulled out two birds of different colors. Clutched by the throat, they tried to cry out yet could produce no sound, their eyes filled with sorrow.

True direct bloodline descendants of the Phoenix Clan were actually being treated as "mountain chickens."

The youth's eyes shone as drool formed at the corners of his mouth.

This time, no one would compete with him for the mountain chickens!