Chapter 274: Old Friend Arrives

It was the 330th year of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

After Hu Renong welcomed two exotic beauties, he focused on his cultivation, steadily rising. However, the Great Zhou Dynasty grew increasingly weak, and a continuous stream of heroes emerged in the jianghu, marking the absolute peak of the jianghu's heroic era.

Then came a piece of news: Duan Qianyu had reached the sixth-tier Cave Heaven Realm, becoming the Sword God of his time. He intended to shatter the void and invited all jianghu practitioners to witness the event.

“Cave Heaven?”

“The Sword God has actually reached the legendary Sixth Realm?”

“Ancient legends say that in the Western Epoch, during the era when gods and humans coexisted, above the Cave Heaven Realm was the mythical supreme Void Heaven Emperor, an ancient Heavenly Emperor.”

“Even in ancient times, the Sword God would be a revered figure in a mortal sacred land!”

The entire jianghu trembled.

“May I ask, is there a heaven?”

On that day, with vast rivers flowing, Duan Qianyu stood above the Wan River, wielding his sword. Heaven and earth trembled with thunder as his sword pointed directly at the sky, emitting a dazzling light and power that overshadowed the rushing river. The sword tore through the void, and from the fractured opening, faint wisps of immortal energy swirled, revealing jade towers, palaces, and majestic mountains and rivers, all imbued with astonishing Dao rhythms.

“There really are immortals!”

“That’s the Heavenly Palace!”

Countless jianghu figures looked at the sky, overjoyed and ecstatic. It seemed there were celestial beings standing on the clouds, shouting angrily towards the mortal world, accompanied by peals of thunder: “How dare you, mortal! How dare you disturb the peace of the Heavenly Realm?”

“How dare I?” Duan Qianyu threw his head back and laughed. “I have waited three hundred years for this audacity!”

The immortal in the sky, high above, clad in a wide Daoist robe and wearing a Daoist crown, glanced at Duan Qianyu, appraising him, and smiled slightly. “Normally, entering the Heavenly Realm would require enduring thunder tribulation. But you are different. You may enter the Heavenly Realm, enter my Purple Cloud Heaven, and serve my master, the Heavenly Emperor.”

Duan Qianyu, however, turned and walked away, sheathing his sword. “I shattered the void only to prove that there is a heaven above.”

Swordsmen worldwide were in an uproar. The immortal in the sky instantly fell silent. Duan Qianyu’s cultivation had already approached the level of a quasi-Emperor. In the 330th year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the terrestrial immortal Duan Qianyu shattered the void, standing before the Immortal Gate but choosing not to enter.

“Only to prove that there is a heaven above?”

“Sword God Duan Qianyu, a terrestrial immortal! What if he doesn’t ascend to heaven?”

Martial artists across the land became fanatical. Shattering the void became a martial arts myth, and countless youths flocked to the jianghu, signaling the full advent of the warrior era. Those who studied literature and cultivated Daoist incense became increasingly rare, gradually becoming side branches.

Decades later, the so-called imperial court had become a mere shell.

“The imperial court is in dire straits!”

“Ministers are gone, the nation is on the brink of collapse!!”

The grand scholars across the nation wailed.

“Master, you’re awake?”

Inside the mortal inn, a charming and mature woman with captivating eyes, dressed in a green dress, looked at her master, the Daughter of the Earth.

“Cough, cough, yes, I am. My disciple is diligent; she quietly guarded me during my seclusion.” Meng Mei quickly sat up. Naturally, she wouldn’t admit to having gone out to wander and watch movies. Instead, she spoke with righteous conviction, “I practice the art of astral travel and sensing the Earth’s dragon veins, which requires frequent seclusion.” Her disciple, Little Fox, now named Hu Haihan, was alluring and mature, truly living up to her foxy nature. When Meng Mei stood next to her disciple, Meng Mei looked youthful, like a younger sister, while her disciple appeared to be the mature older sister.

Meng Mei then sat up and listened to the developments and events of the past few years.

“The Sword God opened the Immortal Gate?”

She was heartbroken, furious that she had missed such a major jianghu event!

“Ah!!!” Meng Mei cried out, seething with internal rage. “Damn it, if I had known, I wouldn’t have run off to watch those two idiots traverse the primordial world, live-streaming the creation of spacesuits and drilling through the Earth’s core!”

“So, should we help Brother Hu Renong?” Hu Haihan asked.

“No need. He walks his own path. You are my disciple. Cultivate peacefully and travel the world with me. You are the younger sister of the Heavenly Dao; your talent is no less than that of your foolish brother from back then. Your future is limitless; you will be the protagonist of the next era.” Meng Mei gave her usual pep talk. After thinking for a moment, she added, “However, since war has broken out, we can go to the Martial Alliance’s side and see the legendary martial arts myth, Duan Qianyu.”

“Oh, right, what about Aili and Miqi, the two sisters?” Meng Mei asked.

“They went out to prepare breakfast for us,” Hu Haihan replied.

Her life was now blissful, accompanied by three great beauties. They slept in the same bed every day, traveled the world together, and even made quite a name for themselves in the jianghu, becoming known as the Four Beauties of Jiangnan. This was precisely the life a lazy person like her desired most.

Days later, Meng Mei, along with the three others, continued their travels, enjoying the misty scenery of the southern jianghu, sampling delicate cuisine, and occasionally performing acts of chivalry, which she thoroughly enjoyed. One day, however, strange tattoos, resembling a teleportation array, gradually appeared on the skin of Meng Mei’s two magical girl companions.

“What in the world is this?”

Meng Mei squatted down, looking at the totems on their bellies with great curiosity, silently observing them. “Could it be that some kind of monster has been sealed inside you this whole time?” Suddenly, a flash appeared before them, and out emerged a peerlessly beautiful woman.

“Where am I?” Medusa had transformed into a young girl, clad in a wizard’s robe, with an abundance of ink-black hair wildly dancing behind her.

She appeared charming and captivating. Her smile and beauty were beyond compare, imbued with an eternal, ancient aura, yet her heart remained calm. “Have I finally arrived? The foreign world’s deity from back then descended upon our world, and it took us some time to find her. She took the opportunity to continuously learn about our civilization, extracting its essence. Now, I will do the opposite: before she finds me, I will learn about this world’s civilization!” She revealed a serene smile, quietly observing the tranquil surroundings. This was a brand new beginning, a brand new world. Perhaps her pursuit of truth would begin here.

She had not descended in her true form; it was only a portion of her consciousness, coalesced into a beautiful girl composed of evil god organ tissue. With the help of the Celestial God Almin, she performed spatial tunnel localization and descended into this primordial world.

“Wow! A great beauty!” Meng Mei’s eyes widened.

Medusa immediately frowned, observing the woman before her. An Epic Emperor. From her aura, the combat power of someone at the same realm in this world seemed infinitely stronger than that of a typical Epic realm. Although Meng Mei appeared weak, she had absorbed countless energies, making her seem unfathomably profound, which made Medusa cautious. “My body, formed from countless evil god tissues, has naturally reached the demigod realm, and her aura is similar to mine. Although I am confident I could kill her, the commotion would surely alert that deity, so it’s not advisable to act.”

“Beautiful lady, your clothes look very similar to those of the sisters. Did you come together?” Meng Mei asked curiously, starting to pull her hand and make gestures.

“She seems a bit naive,” Medusa thought, smiling. She looked at the two magical girls beside them and immediately understood why she had arrived there. She replied, “Yes, I don’t know why, but I suddenly found myself here. Could you show me around?”

“Of course! We can even sleep together tonight,” Meng Mei’s eyes gleamed brightly, seemingly very happy.

Medusa merely smiled. Afterwards, as Meng Mei led her into town, the ancient-style flagstones, various chivalrous figures, inns, restaurants, tea houses, and street snacks all opened Medusa’s eyes. Was this the civilization of this world? Her eyes shone brightly, gleaming with brilliance.

“Eat this, tanghulu,” Meng Mei offered a skewer of sugar-coated haws to the beautiful girl.

“Yes, these are especially delicious,” the twins, Aili and Miqi, said excitedly, as a visitor from home always felt comforting.

Medusa took a delicate bite and found the taste pleasant.

“Is it good?” Meng Mei asked curiously.

“It’s delicious,” the young girl replied with a sweet smile. “Could you take me to see the Sword God Duan Qianyu? I find him quite interesting.”

“Then we’ll have to hurry,” Meng Mei said. That night, she took the four girls to stay in an inn, and they all slept together. Afterwards, she secretly went offline and frantically posted on the forum: “Oh my god! The Wizard World is really trying to connect with the Primordial World! Someone’s already here, and it’s Medusa! I’m practically peeing my pants! I’m trying to pretend I don’t know her!” Her fox disciple didn’t understand, nor did the native twins, Aili and Miqi, recognize her as the Origin Demon God of All Things from the Potion Era, the ancestor of all professions. But how could she not recognize Medusa? Screenshot. Screenshot. In the flagstone town, a cute and quiet girl, the Gorgon, was eating rock candy hawthorns, her pearly teeth slightly parted – the scene was so beautiful it was criminal.