I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

Given her understanding of Chen Yi, it should have only been a move to drive away the barbarians, not to kill with a single sword.

Now this decisively fierce approach, I fear it has something to do with his elder brother, Chen Yuan.

"I hope Brother can resolve it..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuanzhen's heart became even more complex.

She didn't understand why such a thing would happen to Chen Yi.

The Absolute Blade Inheritor, Chen Yuan, was his brother, yet, by some twist of fate, he killed Senior Sister Ling Yinrong of Sword Edge Mountain...

It's so annoying!

An irritable Xiao Xuanzhen glared at the crowd around the Dragon Transformation Pond, "You came here to cultivate and enhance your strength, not to watch a play!"

"Go, go, all of you leave!"

Crowd: "..."

Yuan Dingshan and others looked at each other, shook their heads, and turned to re-enter the Dragon Transformation Pond area.

Despite their dissatisfaction and curiosity about the aftermath between Chen Yi and Chen Yuan, it indeed wasn't appropriate to continue staying.

They couldn't just start a fight with people from the Grand Void Sect over a single comment, could they?

They are not those dim-witted barbarians who would actively seek death.

Gongye Shou and others were also speechless, and after a moment of silence, they still stood in place and did not leave.

"Daoist Xiao, please, take a seat and rest for a moment."

"I think Brother Yi should be back soon."

With a forced smile, Gongye Shou took out some fruits and placed a few chairs, gesturing for them to sit and wait.

Fairy Hua pulled Xiao Xuanzhen, and the two sat down together.

"Thank you."

However, once seated, everyone became dispirited to speak, looking in different directions with varied expressions.

...

Chen Yi had been walking for a long while.

On this journey, he thought of nothing, his Sword Intent spreading without paying attention to what was behind him, as if he was walking just for the sake of walking.

Chen Yuan also followed silently for a long time.

His expression kept changing, his eyes fixated on the back in front of him with a hint of murderous intent fluctuating.

It wasn't until they were far from the Dragon Transformation Pond that Chen Yi finally stopped.

He waved his hand, his Slaughter Sword Intent rose, surrounding the two of them.

"This place will do."

Chen Yuan looked around, a sneer appearing on his face.

"Is this the burial ground you chose for yourself, or for me?"

"I must say, this place is quite scenic, much better than the barren landscape atop Wuliang Mountain."

The surroundings were clear and the water was beautiful, the woods were dense, but not as light-blocking as the Southern Barbarian Jungle.

When the sun shone high in the secret realm, the woods were richly lighted, and a warm breeze passed through.

It indeed qualified as "quite scenic."

However, Chen Yi had no mood to appreciate the scenery, he turned around to look at Chen Yuan.

The memory of a small figure gradually overlapped with the robust Swordsmen in front of him.

Aside from the appearance, Chen Yi could not find any similarities.

In his memory, the young Chen Yuan always smiled naively, running around carefree.

He had many quirks, disliked his master's teachings, feared pain, and extremely disliked tranquility.

Yet his likes were simple; he enjoyed sweets, loved listening to stories, loved laughing.

Unlike the current Chen Yuan—

His eyes were cold, the kind that wished for his death.

His smile was cold, but not the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

His body was cold, his murderous intent and Sword Intent ready, prepared to strike at any moment.

Chen Yi examined for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said:

"I have imagined many scenes of us reuniting."

"There were joyful ones, warm ones, even cheerful drinking, never did I imagine it would be with swords drawn."

"I have thought about it too," Chen Yuan said with a cold laugh: "But every time it ends with me chopping you into pieces!"

Hearing this, Chen Yi retracted his stiff smile and calmly asked, "So you are not Chen Yuan, right?"

Chen Yuan burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke.

While laughing, he pointed at Chen Yi with the Wan Jun Saber, "Are you scared?"

"You're afraid that I am the real Chen Yuan, right?"

"Haha... What if I told you I am Chen Yuan, how will you act? Will you not strike me?"

At this point, Chen Yuan's smile faded, his expression turning cold.

"Your pretentiousness is truly laughable, Chen Yi."

"I came looking for you precisely to kill you!"

Chen Yi maintained his composure and continued to ask, "Another question, did you kill Senior Sister Ling Yinrong?"

"Ha, you finally asked about this."

Chen Yuan tilted his head slightly, sneering, "Yes, I killed her!"

"That stupid woman had no talent, no strength, no looks; nothing but a burden to me!"

"Is that so?"

Chen Yi noncommittally nodded, "I heard that Senior Sister Ling sought her own death, let you out to save you?"

Let you out, save you...

Seemingly contradictory words, yet they completely chilled Chen Yuan's expression.

He gripped the Wan Jun Saber tightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and coldly said:

"You know?"

Chen Yi did not answer directly, "So, you're indeed not him."

Having confirmed his suspicion, Chen Yi's lips slightly curved, and he also grasped the Spring Rain Sword.

"Listen, go back and let him come out!"

"Impossible!"

Chen Yuan's expression turned ferocious, and he roared.

The Wan Jun Saber then drew out of its scabbard, and as his towering figure lunged forward, he fiercely charged.

His whole body's Spiritual Acupoints Vortex appeared, the three acupoints emitting a chillingly cold breath, seemingly freezing the heavens and earth.

A slash was executed.

In that instant, a deep blue Sword Energy formed into a saber ten zhang long, its whole body swirled with True Yuan, emitting the same chilling cold.

"Absolute Blade Heartless!"

In the direction of the saber's edge, the Sword Energy arrived in an instant.

Chen Yi, however, acted as if he saw nothing, his gaze still on Chen Yuan, a hint of sigh in his eyes.

He guessed right, but couldn't feel happy.

And just as the Sword Energy approached, Chen Yi finally dispelled his thoughts, drawing the Spring Rain Sword.