Dragon-Marked War God

“Brother Jiang, catch the sword!”

Xue Liang leapt up and tossed the Candle Dragon Sword into the air. It landed right in Jiang Chen’s hand. Jiang Chen held the Candle Dragon Sword with ease, a world apart from Xue Liang’s struggle.

Jian Tang and the Sword Lords all nodded silently. Jiang Chen was the one who could truly wield the Candle Dragon Sword. Although they were full of envy, they did not have Jiang Chen’s methods after all. This guy’s strength truly could not be underestimated.

“Truly, heroes emerge from the young. Hahaha.”

Jian Tang said with a loud laugh, then turned to look at Tuoba Longyu.

“Brother Tuoba, are you leaving the Drawing Sword Sect? When will you return?”

Jian Tang said very solemnly.

“Perhaps a year or half a year, perhaps a hundred or a thousand years. I have a wish yet unfulfilled on this trip, so I must put my heart’s distractions to rest before I can start over.”

Tuoba Longyu said calmly. If he did not go back and kowtow to his master to beg forgiveness, he would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

“Very well. Then I won’t force Brother Tuoba to stay. The whole Drawing Sword Sect will be waiting for Brother Tuoba’s return.”

Jian Tang said with regret. It had to be said that Jian Tang had done everything he could to keep Tuoba Longyu in the Drawing Sword Sect. In the entire Central Region Divine Land, there were probably no more than a handful of people who could refine an Upper Grade Primal Origin Treasure. Even in the Wudan Hall, there might not be many with such peerless skill.

“Thank you for your kind regard, Brother Jian Tang.”

Tuoba Longyu nodded slightly, turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

“Little junior brother, I’ll go first. Until we meet again.”

Tuoba Longyu transmitted his voice and instantly vanished from the sky above the Drawing Sword Sect. Jian Tang was somewhat regretful and even let out a long sigh. Tuoba Longyu was just too important to the Drawing Sword Sect. With Tuoba Longyu gone, it was practically like the Drawing Sword Sect had lost an arm.

“I’ll be going first too. Xue Liang, Sect Master Jian Tang, I have important matters to attend to and can’t delay. When there’s a chance later, I’ll get together with Sect Master Jian Tang again.”

Jiang Chen said with a smile.

“In that case, I won’t keep you. I only hope Brother Jiang Chen will remember that from this moment on, you are part of the Drawing Sword Sect. This Sword Lord position will stay with you for the rest of your life, haha.”

After Jian Tang finished speaking, Jiang Chen quickly left as well, with Yan Qingcheng following closely behind. In the blink of an eye, the two of them vanished into the void.

Jiang Chen’s purpose, naturally, was to follow Tuoba Longyu and find where Shangguan Hongyan was. Tuoba Longyu suspected nothing and headed wholeheartedly toward Shangguan Hongyan’s sect. Jiang Chen was also extremely pleased. At this time, he only wanted to see where Shangguan Hongyan was and how strong he was. If his strength did not exceed the Late Divine Emperor Realm, Jiang Chen was confident he could kill him. If his strength surpassed the Late Divine Emperor Realm, Jiang Chen might have to think it over carefully.

“Your memories should contain Princess Du Juan’s memories, right?”

Jiang Chen glanced at Yan Qingcheng. The two of them flew through the air for thousands upon tens of thousands of li, with no thought of time.

“How do you know I have Princess Du Juan’s memories?”

Yan Qingcheng said coldly, narrowing her eyes and staring fixedly at Jiang Chen, as if she might attack him at any moment.

“Don’t get worked up. If you didn’t have Princess Du Juan’s soul imprint, how could you know so many things about the Desolate Divine Land? And you were so contemptuous of Bai Wenjun of the Earth Barbarian Clan. It was precisely because you knew him inside out that you could know him as well as you knew yourself. Am I right?”

Jiang Chen said in a low voice.

Yan Qingcheng’s expression was cold, and she stared at Jiang Chen coldly.

“You shouldn’t know these things.”

“Why shouldn’t I know these things? Then do you still remember Zhuang Zhouzi? Zhuang Zhou, dreaming at dawn, was lost in a butterfly; Emperor Wang entrusted his spring heart to the cuckoo, Du Juan. On the vast sea under a bright moon, pearls shed tears; on Lantian in the warm sun, jade gives off smoke. This feeling might have waited to become a memory, yet even then it was already lost in confusion.”

Every word Jiang Chen spoke was a pearl. He wanted to use this poem to awaken Princess Du Juan’s memories, and at the same time test why exactly Yan Qingcheng had become the way she was now.

Yan Qingcheng’s pretty face was covered in frost, her eyes filled with endless pain.

“It’s over, it’s all in the past. Why bring it up again? Why do I feel heartache too? Why is that? Isn’t Zhuang Zhouzi Princess Du Juan’s man? How do you know everything? Who exactly are you?”

Yan Qingcheng glared angrily at Jiang Chen.

“Who am I?”

Jiang Chen smiled bitterly, at a loss for words for a moment.

“Don’t you know who I am? Who am I? I’m your man. Back then, when Zhuang Zhouzi and Princess Du Juan bid each other farewell forever, that was exactly when you and I were reunited. But it also became the beginning of the hard years we spent apart for more than ten years.”

Jiang Chen’s heart ached terribly, but Yan Qingcheng still looked as if she were in great difficulty, seemingly in a great deal of pain.

“Stop talking. My head hurts terribly. If you say any more, I’ll kill you!”

Yan Qingcheng’s hand came to rest on Jiang Chen’s neck. At that moment, she did not hesitate in the slightest. With the slightest movement, Jiang Chen would be dead.

Jiang Chen did not move at all. If he could die at the hands of the woman he loved, it would be better than dying at anyone else’s hands.

“Fine, then I won’t say any more.”

Jiang Chen gathered himself and took a deep breath. He knew that making Yan Qingcheng remember him was a heavy burden with a long road ahead. Moreover, she kept everyone at arm’s length, and that was what gave Jiang Chen the biggest headache. In her memories there were only Yan Chenyu and Wu Ningzhu. Perhaps only by finding one of them could Yan Qingcheng’s soul be helped.

Along the way, Tuoba Longyu hardly stopped at all. It took three years before he finally reached the Zhonglu region of the Central Region Divine Land, the boundless Bamboo Sea Mountains.

“How many years has it been? Master, I’ve finally come back. I can finally see you again, Master…”

Tuoba Longyu stood on the Bamboo Sea Mountains, his heart as still as water. At this time, his heart had long since grown much calmer, but he was still afraid that his master would blame him. That uneasy feeling was something no one else could understand. Tuoba Longyu was extremely grateful to his little junior brother. If not for him, who knew in what year he would have learned his master’s thoughts and been able to return to this green forest and bamboo sea.

“Master, your unfilial disciple has returned. Are you well?”

Tuoba Longyu murmured. After entering this green forest and bamboo sea, he began to walk on foot, no longer flying through the air. Step by step, he walked up from the foot of the ten-thousand-meter-high mountain.

Jiang Chen followed behind Tuoba Longyu, with a trace of curiosity as well. It seemed this guy cared deeply about Shangguan Hongyan.