The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 413

In his right hand, he tightly grasped the "Green Phosphorus Sword" at his waist. It was a magical weapon that had gone through thick and thin with him. The sword body was glowing with emerald green fluorescence, and the sword energy was soul-stirring. It had helped him destroy countless demons and evil spirits. At this moment, the sword body was like a spiritual pearl on the bottom of the sea, reflecting the realm of life and death that its master was about to step into.

"Ren Haoyu, you and I are both from the same immortal vein, why do we have to be so obsessed with killing each other?" Ren Xiaoyao's voice was distant, his eyes penetrated the sea fog and went straight to his brother's back, trying to awaken the morality in his blood. However, Ren Haoyu responded with a swirl of sword light, causing the sea tide to roll back, and the coral reefs on the island instantly turned into thousands of sharp blades, as if mocking his futility.

"Morality? Ha, the relationship between you and me has long been eroded by lust for power and there is no trace of blood left." Ren Haoyu sneered, his eyes flashing with green magic light, "Ren Xiaoyao, do you still remember the secret cave treasure left by the ancestor when he ascended to heaven thirty-six years ago? Do you know why I, as the eldest son, can only be trapped in the borderland, while you can own the Immortal Palace and become a recognized genius in the world of cultivation? All this is because of your treacherous and unpredictable methods! Today, I want you to pay the price and commemorate the immortal path I lost!"

Ren Xiaoyao's heart was churning when he heard this, and the memory hidden deep in the sea instantly came to his mind. Thirty-six years ago, when the ancestor passed away, he did leave clues to the secret treasures of the cave, but he never knew the specific content. He only remembered that since then, Ren Haoyu disappeared on the overseas fairy island, and the family announced to the outside world that he was practicing in seclusion, and he therefore took charge of the fairy palace and took on the mission of reviving the Ren family's fairy power. At this moment, Ren Haoyu's accusation was like an undercurrent under the sea, stirring up layers of emotions.

"You said that my methods were treacherous, but I would like to hear how subversive your so-called 'truth' can be?" Ren Xiaoyao suppressed his emotions, his tone as gentle as the wind, holding the Green Phosphorus Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, secretly gathering immortal energy.

Ren Haoyu saw this, a cunning flashed in his eyes, and he swung his sword, the sword energy turned into a sea tornado, carrying endless sea water and rushing straight towards Ren Xiaoyao. The latter's body turned into a rainbow, avoiding the raging waves, and at the same time, the green phosphorus sword was unsheathed, and a green light tore through the clouds and pierced Ren Haoyu's heart. In an instant, the two of them fought between heaven and earth, the sword lights intertwined, the immortal essence boiled, and the spiritual veins on the isolated island were stirred up and turbulent, forming a chaotic domain.

Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was ethereal and uncertain, like a galaxy hanging upside down, and each sword accurately cut off Ren Haoyu's spells. Ren Haoyu responded with a violent and ferocious swordsmanship, and each strike contained the power of a tsunami, trying to use force to defeat the immortals and destroy Ren Xiaoyao's immortal shield. The swordsmanship of the two brothers showed their magical powers, but they were tit-for-tat. Every collision stirred up a strong light, which dazzled the audience.

During the fight, Ren Xiaoyao noticed a flaw in Ren Haoyu's swordsmanship, which was due to his familiarity with his family's swordsmanship. He seized the opportunity, and the Jade Phosphorus Sword suddenly accelerated, turning into a green meteor and pointing directly at Ren Haoyu's wrist holding the sword. Seeing this, Ren Haoyu's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment, but he reacted quickly and forced a change of moves, with the sword body raising huge waves, trying to break the sword with a head-on collision.

However, just when the two swords were about to meet, Ren Xiaoyao's sword suddenly changed, and the Jade Phosphorus Sword twisted and turned like seaweed, and the tip of the sword bypassed Ren Haoyu's sword and pierced his chest. This move, "Jade Scales Curved Swimming", was a unique sword technique he created by comprehending the secret method of the sea tribe in the Jade Phosphorus Sword. It was infinitely changeable and hard to defend against. Ren Haoyu saw that he could not dodge in time, so he had to mobilize all his immortal energy, and the sword body burst into a green light, and he resisted the attack.

With a loud bang, the two swords collided, and the immortal essence exploded, causing the spiritual veins on the isolated island to scatter and surge. Ren Xiaoyao used the force to rise into the air and stabilize his body, but Ren Haoyu was hit into the seabed by the powerful recoil force. His face was pale, and it was obvious that his immortal essence was seriously damaged. He stared at Ren Xiaoyao who was suspended in the air with wide eyes, his eyes full of shock and unwillingness.

"You...your swordsmanship..." Ren Haoyu panted, with disbelief in his tone.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, sheathed his sword, and said calmly: "I haven't seen you for thirty-six years. Your swordsmanship has not made any breakthroughs, but instead you have deep resentment. Although I don't know what the 'truth' you are talking about is, today's battle is enough to prove that I, Ren Xiaoyao, did not steal the position of the Immortal Palace by trickery. As for the grudges in foreign lands, I, Ren Xiaoyao, am always here to help, but before that, I need to know the truth about the secret treasure of the ancestor's cave thirty-six years ago."

Ren Haoyu heard this, a complex expression flashed across his face, and then his eyes were vicious, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, Ren Xiaoyao, you have guts. I tell you, thirty-six years ago, in the secret collection of the ancestors, I should have inherited the master of the Immortal Palace, but you secretly tampered with the will and framed me for exile overseas, which eventually led to me seeking refuge in a foreign land and being adopted by the Bi Hai Sect. Now, not only do I want to take back everything that belongs to me, but I also want you to pay the price!"

After hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao felt mixed emotions. The mystery of the master's will was finally revealed, but it also brought him deeper confusion and worry. He stared at Ren Haoyu at the bottom of the sea and said in a deep voice, "Ren Haoyu, what evidence do you have that I tampered with the will?"

Ren Haoyu snorted coldly, took out a green crystal ball from his arms, and threw it to Ren Xiaoyao: "This is the proof! This is a replica of the secret map drawn by the founder himself, and it clearly marks his intention to pass the position of the Lord of the Immortal Palace to me. If you don't believe it, you can ask a respected senior in the cultivation world to verify its authenticity."

Ren Xiaoyao took the crystal ball and examined it carefully. He saw that the runes in it were ancient and profound, and indeed had some of the charm of the ancestors. He thought to himself that this matter was of great importance and he needed to find out the truth as soon as possible. He put away the crystal ball and said seriously: "Ren Haoyu, this matter concerns the survival of the Immortal Palace. I must verify it myself. In three months, I will wait for you at the 'Illusionary Sea Abyss'. By then, the truth will be clear, and the right and wrong will be judged by God's will."

A hint of cunning flashed across Ren Haoyu's eyes, but it was soon drowned by anger. He said sternly: "Okay, see you in the Fantasy Sea Divine Abyss in three months!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a ray of green light and dived into the deep sea.

Ren Xiaoyao looked at the sea where Ren Haoyu disappeared, his heart was in turmoil. Family feuds, mysteries of will, interference from foreign countries... a series of changes made him feel deeply pressured, but he knew that only by going upstream could he dispel the fog and defend the dignity of himself and the Immortal Palace. He took a deep breath of the cool sea breeze and decided to go to the master's close friend and elder in the world of cultivation, "Master Taixu", to ask him to identify the authenticity of the secret collection in order to find the key clues to reveal the mystery.

The immortal road is turbulent again, and a vortex is gathering around the Ren family immortal palace. Ren Xiaoyao's fate will also encounter unprecedented trials and turning points in this vortex.

Ren Xiaoyao lowered his eyelids and frowned slightly. A sense of foreboding was like a dark cloud covering the sun, shrouding his heart. He was not in an ordinary Jianghu inn, but an abandoned ancient temple on the edge of the capital of Tianfeng Kingdom. The ancient temple was surrounded by vines, and wild flowers grew among the broken monuments and ruins, forming a sharp contrast with the brightly lit imperial city in the distance, as if it was a corner forgotten by the world. The moonlight was hazy, shining through the dilapidated window lattices. In the mottled light and shadow, two figures stood opposite each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

The person opposite Ren Xiaoyao, wearing a black-patterned cloud brocade robe and a white jade belt around his waist, had a noble temperament. He was the direct descendant of the Prime Minister's Mansion and Ren Xiaoyao's long-lost brother, Ren Haoyu. Behind him, a child in green stood respectfully with a golden whisk in his hand, revealing the respect of his status.

Ren Haoyu's face was stern, and his eyes revealed complex emotions, with both the subtle bond of family blood and the cold calculations of power struggles. "Ren Xiaoyao, although you and I are from the same family, you know that what you are escaping is not only the pursuit of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but also the reckoning of the royal bloodline." His words were like ice, and every word struck Ren Xiaoyao's heart.

Ren Xiaoyao was secretly shocked when he heard this. He had never thought that he had such a deep connection with the royal family. He looked at the red sandalwood token held tightly in Ren Haoyu's hand. The word "Ren" engraved on it was simple and solemn, obviously symbolizing the supreme power of the Ren family. Ren Xiaoyao knew that this token was the ironclad evidence of the relationship between the Ren family and the royal family, and it was also the reason why Ren Haoyu dared to face him at this moment.

"Ren Haoyu, the brotherhood between you and me has long been as thin as paper, why do you keep pressing on?" Ren Xiaoyao said with sadness, but it was hard to hide the pride in his bones, "Today we meet, either you die or I die."

Ren Haoyu sneered when he heard this: "Ren Xiaoyao, you are conceited about your intelligence and martial arts, but you don't know that the power of authority in this world is far greater than the sword in your hand. Do you think you can escape the shackles of fate by hiding here?"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp eagle cry suddenly came from the night sky, and then several black shadows came quietly from all directions like ghosts, surrounding the ancient temple. They were the "Black Feather Eagle Guards" raised by the Prime Minister's Mansion. Each of them had unique skills and was a feared assassination organization in the martial arts world. Ren Xiaoyao's heart sank. He knew that unless a miracle happened, he would not be able to escape unscathed tonight.

However, at the critical moment of life and death, Ren Xiaoyao did not show any fear, but his eyes became more determined. He slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, and the sword body emitted a faint cold light, reflecting his resolute face: "Ren Haoyu, even if I, Ren Xiaoyao, am imprisoned, I will never bow to you powerful people!"

In an instant, the ancient temple was filled with murderous intentions. A fierce duel involving family grievances, royal secrets, and personal life and death was about to unfold in this deserted temple under the moonlight. Blood splattered on the blue bricks, and the sword energy soared into the sky, causing the sky and the earth to change color, and the grass and trees were all shocked. Can Ren Xiaoyao turn the tide in the heavy siege, solve the mystery of his own life experience, and escape? Everything is waiting for the flash of sword light, and life and death will be decided... Ren Xiaoyao's heart surged, his eyes were lowered, like a thick fog covering the mountain, and an unknown bad luck was like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making his breathing stagnate. At this moment, he was not in an ordinary wine shop in the rivers and lakes, but in an abandoned pagoda on the border of Lingyun Empire. Around the pagoda, the maidenhair fern climbed the stone wall, and a few orchids grew among the broken monuments and tiles, forming a sharp contrast with the magnificent imperial city in the distance, as if it was an island forgotten by time. The moonlight was like a silver thread, shining through the broken tower window. In the mottled light and shadow, the two people were facing each other in the air, and the atmosphere was as tense as a string.

The person opposite Ren Xiaoyao, wearing a black iron brocade robe with cloud dragon pattern and a jade ruyi buckle on his waist, looked extraordinary. He was the orphan of the current Tai Shi Mansion and Ren Xiaoyao's brother Ren Lingyun, whom he had reunited after a long absence. Behind him, a girl in blue clothes held a silver whisk and stood solemnly, showing the noble status of her master.

Ren Lingyun's face was stern, his eyes intertwined with the subtle entanglement of family blood and the cold strategy of the struggle in the court. "Ren Xiaoyao, although you and I are connected by blood, you know that what you are avoiding is not only the pursuit of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, but also the fate of the royal bloodline." His words were like ice cones piercing his bones, and every word hurt Ren Xiaoyao's heart.

Ren Xiaoyao was shocked when he heard this. He had never expected that he had such a deep connection with the royal family. His eyes flickered as he looked at the red copper dragon-patterned plate held tightly in Ren Lingyun's hand. The word "Ren" engraved on it was full of ancient charm, undoubtedly symbolizing the supreme authority of the Ren family. Ren Xiaoyao understood that this plate was the ironclad evidence of the blood connection between the Ren family and the royal family, and it was also the reliance that Ren Lingyun was relying on without hesitation at this moment.

"Ren Lingyun, the brotherhood between you and me has faded like smoke, why do you keep pressing on?" Ren Xiaoyao's voice was desolate, but it could not hide the pride in his bones. "When we meet tonight, either you and I will go to hell together, or one of us will leave this world forever."

Ren Lingyun sneered when he heard this: "Ren Xiaoyao, you claim to be outstanding in talent and martial arts, but you don't know that the power of this world is far greater than the sword in your hand. Do you think you can escape the web of fate by hiding here?"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp eagle cry suddenly sounded in the night, and then several black shadows came quietly from all directions like night ghosts, tightly surrounding the pagoda. They were the "Black Feathered Eagle Riders" raised by the Grand Tutor's Mansion. Each of them had extraordinary skills and was a group of assassins that people in the martial arts world were afraid of. Ren Xiaoyao's heart sank. He knew very well that unless God had mercy on him, he would not be able to escape safely tonight.

However, at the moment of life and death, Ren Xiaoyao did not show any fear, but his eyes became more determined. He slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, and the sword body emitted a cold light, reflecting his resolute face: "Ren Lingyun, even if I am in trouble, I will never bow to you powerful people!"

In an instant, the pagoda was filled with murderous aura. A fierce battle about family feuds, royal secrets and personal life and death was about to break out in this deserted pagoda under the moonlight. The moss was stained with blood, and the sword energy rushed into the sky, causing the sky and the earth to change color, and the grass and trees were all shocked. Can Ren Xiaoyao turn the tide in the heavy siege, uncover the mystery of his own life experience, and escape to heaven? Everything is waiting for the flash of swords, and life and death are determined...Inside the pagoda, the brothers Ren Xiaoyao and Ren Lingyun were on the verge of a fight, and the atmosphere was like a taut string that could break at any time with a slight breeze. The blue-dressed girl quietly retreated to the corner, expressionless, but her wise eyes were fixed on the duel between the brothers, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.