NABC Chapter 43 The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber
Chapter 43 The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber
"Xiao Chen, be careful."
An older Taoist priest came over and gave him earnest instructions.
"Tomorrow is the 100th birthday of our ancestor. Although we don't plan a grand celebration, we still need to do it neatly and efficiently."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked Chen Yuan up and down seriously and muttered to himself.
"That's strange, you seem like a completely different person."
"what?"
Chen Yuan was taken aback.
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
The Taoist priest waved his hand.
"Keep sweeping, pay attention to the corners."
Chen Yuan responded, his hands didn't stop, and he had already begun to analyze the situation quickly in his mind.
The ancestral master is celebrating his 100th birthday. Looking at this magnificent hall, the answer is obvious.
The world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber!
I just don't know which version it is.
His current identity is that of a janitor.
Chen Yuan dutifully swept the floor. After finishing work, he went back to the servants' quarters with someone, washed up briefly, and then lay down.
In those days, there weren't many forms of entertainment.
Silent all night.
The next day, before dawn, Chen Yuan was woken up to continue working.
After working for several more hours, they were finally able to rest for a while.
"..."
Chen Yuan was speechless. It turned out that he had transmigrated here to be treated like a beast of burden.
Although I don't feel tired at all, I can't keep going like this.
Today is Zhang Sanfeng's birthday, and uninvited guests may be arriving soon.
I was just thinking about it.
A system notification sounded.
System update complete.
Chen Yuan remained expressionless and immediately opened the system panel.
The updated system panel has a few more lines of text.
World Quest: Not Triggered
There is no limit to the amount of Life Sources that can be obtained in the current world. After completing the world quest, you can choose to stay in the current world for 24 hours or teleport directly back to the anchor point world.
The updated panel has removed the life source cap!
Doesn't this mean he can farm Life Source?
Chen Yuan immediately stood up from the steps where he was sitting, picked up a broom, and headed towards the main hall from yesterday.
The servants, who were chatting, looked at each other in bewilderment.
What is he going to do?
"Izuku?"
"I think so."
"But the outhouse isn't over there either; that's in the direction of the Zhenwu Hall."
"What's he going there for?"
"Although our patriarch said he wouldn't hold a grand celebration, there must have been many heroes and chivalrous figures who came to offer their congratulations. Do you think he might have gone to peek?"
"I think that's possible."
The servants exchanged glances.
"Let's go together."
People go to Wudang Mountain to learn martial arts, either for a living or to acquire a skill.
But they're all young people; who doesn't dream of becoming a chivalrous knight-errant?!
Even if you can't become one, it's still good to gain experience.
......
Several servants quietly followed them.
My heart was pounding, partly from the excitement of the adventure, and partly from the anxiety of being discovered by the supervisor.
After passing through the last corridor, the spacious square in front of the Zhenwu Hall comes into view.
The curiosity on their faces froze instantly.
Where is the prelude to the birthday banquet where guests and hosts would have a good time, as imagined?
On the square in front of the main hall, there were many figures, clearly distinguished by their clothing and banners as the forces of the five major sects: Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, Kongtong, and Huashan!
Instead of standing around chatting, they gathered in groups, their disciples with their hands on their weapons, their eyes gleaming.
A tense, oppressive atmosphere, like the impending storm, filled the air, completely dispelling the original festive spirit.
"My mother..."
One of the servants felt his legs go weak and his voice was muffled in his throat.
"This...is this a grand procession for a birthday celebration?"
Another servant looked terrified, pointed to a certain spot, and said in disbelief.
"What is Chen Yuan doing?"
On the edge of that open area where tensions were high and conflict was imminent.
A figure still held that old broom, head down, sweeping the dust on the bluestone floor slowly and carefully, stroke by stroke.
Against that somber backdrop, it appeared so small and strange.
"He...he's still sweeping?"
A servant's voice was dry and filled with an unbelievable sense of absurdity.
Of course, they weren't the only ones who noticed Chen Yuan's actions.
Many of the five major sects, along with the Wudang Mountain disciples guarding the entrance to the main hall, also turned their attention to Chen Yuan.
An elder of the Kunlun Sect paused in stroking his beard and whispered to his fellow disciples.
"What's Wudang up to?"
The disciple who had instructed Chen Yuan to be careful last night was now standing at the entrance of the main hall. He felt that Chen Yuan's back looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
Judging from his clothes, he seems to be a janitor?
"Whose disciple are you? What are you doing out here at this time? Are you trying to attract attention?!"
An older disciple rebuked him in a cold voice, but no one answered.
This was because Zhang Sanfeng's first disciple, Song Yuanqiao, had already led his four junior brothers across the threshold of the main hall with heavy steps.
Everyone immediately tensed up, their gazes turning in unison to the five major factions' dark mass of people in the square.
They had no choice but to stop looking at Chen Yuan and stare solemnly at the members of the five major factions in the square.
Song Yuanqiao cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.
"Everyone, today is my master's 100th birthday..."
Chen Yuan stopped what he was doing and looked Song Yuanqiao up and down.
do not know.
However, considering the plot, it should be Song Yuanqiao, the Wudang chief disciple who raised a good son.
Song Yuanqiao said a lot, the gist of which was: don't cause trouble today, and be sensible enough to leave quickly.
A woman wearing a hat stepped forward, her face arrogant and her tone irritating.
"Master Zhang desires peace and quiet, so we, as his juniors, certainly wouldn't dare disturb him..."
Chen Yuan's face showed a look of sudden realization.
He knows that.
Judging from the fact that this group is all women, they must be from the Emei Sect.
The woman speaking must be Abbess Miejue.
Although the posture and movements looked like he was asking for a beating and were very recognizable, Chen Yuan still couldn't tell which version it was.
Abbess Miejue also gave a long speech.
The gist of it is: Dream on! Hand over Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu, and reveal the whereabouts of Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, and they will leave immediately.
Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao's smile vanished instantly.
"Abbess Miejue, what do you think the Wudang Sect is?"
"You think you can just take people whenever you want?!"
Chen Yuan: "..."
The way these two were talking seemed familiar to him.
Why does this feel like a Hong Kong triad movie?
After arguing for a while, Song Yuanqiao flew straight towards Abbess Miejue.
Abbess Miejue chuckled and leaped into the air with a light touch of her toes.
With a resounding clang in mid-air, the Heaven-Slaying Sword was unsheathed!
The sword emitted a dazzling golden light, and with a swing, a golden beam of light, almost tangible, slashed through the air.
Song Yuanqiao parried with his sword, and with a crisp "clang," his longsword was snapped in two as if it were rotten wood!
The broken blade spun and flew into the bluestone floor, buzzing incessantly. Song Yuanqiao was also injured by the sword energy, spinning 360 degrees in the air before falling to the ground.
"This is... sword energy?"
Chen Yuan was dumbfounded.
Now he finally realized that the world he was in, the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, was the Hong Kong film version starring Fatty Wong.
No wonder their conversation and demeanor exuded a familiar, gangster-like atmosphere of vengeance and revenge.