The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Li Dao and Liu Yanchang were talking and laughing, and although Yang Chan was muttering in her heart, she felt that it was very interesting.

Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, Yang Chan, originally Yao Ji's son, the Jade Emperor's nephew. In the past, Yao Ji had been schemed against, and had fallen in love with a mortal like Yang Tianyou. In the end, there was a tragedy. Her eldest son, Yang Jiao, was killed, and her husband, Yang Tianyou, was beaten to the point of being scared out of his wits.

Only the second time, his son Yang Jian, and her daughter, Yang Chan, had each other's lives. Yang Jian had been guided to acknowledge Adept Jade Cauldron as his master and had helped Ji Fa in the Conferred God Battle. In the end, he was conferred the title of True Lord Erlang. He was now known as the God of Justice of the Heavenly Court.

Yang Chan learned the art of the Nuwa Imperial Palace, and was bestowed a precious lotus lamp by Mother Nuwa. Because of her elder brother Yang Jian, she was bestowed the title of the Three Saintess of Mount Hua.

Yang Chan had been in Hua Shan for hundreds of years, and was already used to being lonely. Now that two peerless beauties had come, how could she not take a look?

Yang Chan was an immortal, but an immortal was also human. She did not comprehend the great Dao, so she was no different from a mortal.

Women were born with a favorable impression of handsome men. At this time, Yang Chan was carefully observing Li Dao and Liu Yanchang.

In terms of appearance, Liu Yanchang's appearance was on par with Pan An's and Song Yu's. He was already one of the most beautiful men in the world. Compared to Li Dao, he wasn't far off.

However, Liu Yanchang's temperament and demeanor was naturally inferior to Li Dao's. No matter what, Li Dao was a True Immortal who had lived for nearly two hundred years. Especially the mysterious flame mark on his forehead; it added a bit of charm to Li Daoping's charm.

Yang Chan listened attentively as the two people chatted loudly.

Unknowingly, the sun had set and night had arrived.

"Brother Liu, it's already late. We might run into a jackal or a tiger if we go down the mountain now. Why don't we spend the night in this temple?"

Li Dao suggested to Liu Yanchang. Liu Yanchang naturally did not have any objections.

Every night, jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards would appear. In addition to that, Mount Hua was extremely precipitous. If one were to accidentally fall, there would be nothing left of them.

The two found hay, tore off the silk cloth on the incense table and laid it down. Under the candlelight, Liu Yanchang saw that the statue of the Third Mother seemed to be alive.

"Brother Li, did you notice that this statue seems to be alive?"

Liu Yanchang was frightened as he asked Li Dao.

"Brother Liu, did you hallucinate something?" Didn't you say before that Zi's words were weird and messing up? "

Li Dao laughed. His gaze penetrated the nebula and looked towards the sky. That was where the Heavenly Court was.

"Perhaps that might not be the case. The failure this time caused me to be absent-minded and even hallucinations to appear. Why would the sculpture be smiling?"

Liu Yanchang shook his head with all his might. He also felt that he was hallucinating.

The two of them stopped talking and stared into the starry sky. That was true. The two of them were not from the same world, and they were both male. There was no way they could have endless conversations.

The temperature at the top of the mountain was always lower than at the foot of the mountain. Even though it was still summer, at night, the mountain would still be very cold and give off dew. If you sleep on the top of a mountain, it's easy for mortals to catch a cold.

Not long after, Liu Yanchang sneezed. He curled up his body, tightly hugged his chest, and asked with a trembling voice, "Brother Li, are you asleep?"

"No, Brother Liu, what's the matter?"

"Brother Li, don't you feel cold?"

"If you don't say it, you won't feel it. Now that you do, I'm cold too!"

"Then what should we do? We can't keep getting the cold. It would be terrible if the cold enters our bodies."

Although Liu Yanchang was a person who specialized in people's hearts and coveted things, he had no opinion on the matter. He didn't have any life skills at all.

"What else can we do? We can only start a fire to keep them warm. Brother Liu, why don't you go out and find some firewood?"

Li Dao turned over and suggested to Liu Yanchang with a playful tone.

Liu Yanchang hesitated for a moment before finally clenching his teeth and going out to gather firewood.

After a while, Liu Yanchang came running back with a pile of firewood in his arms and shouted, "Brother Li, there's a wolf, there's a wolf!"

Li Dao followed Liu Yanchang's voice and looked over. He began to laugh. Indeed, a lone wolf was hanging behind Liu Yanchang. Its pair of dark green eyes appeared to be cruel and cold.

Li Blade calmly sat up, thinking if he should make a move to chase this wild beast away. However, Liu Yanchang slipped and fell flat on his face. The dry firewood scattered all around, and even his hair fell off.

"Brother Li, quickly save me! I don't want to be eaten by wolves!"

Liu Yanchang cried out in fear. The more he panicked, the more cruel the green eyes of the wild wolf that was hanging behind him became. Then, it pounced towards Liu Yanchang.

Alright, Li Dao was ready to make his move. He threw out a kick towards the wild wolf.

Li Dao didn't want to display his mana in front of Liu Yanchang and Yang Chan. He used martial arts, but someone was faster than him by a step.

The candlelight within the temple was initially weak, but now it revealed a fairy wearing a goose-yellow dress. With a wave of her hand, the wolf was swept away and disappeared.

Liu Yanchang stared blankly where he was. He was still in a state of panic and was unable to calm down for a long time.

Li Dao's mouth was wide open as he stuttered, "A celestial maiden has descended!"

Looking at Li Dao's boastful expression, Yang Chan sweetly smiled. Her smile was soul-stirring as she said, "What a fool!"

Li Dao completely witnessed Yang Chan's every move. In terms of age, Yang Chan was definitely a few hundred years older than him. In terms of intelligence, perhaps ten Yang Chan together wouldn't even be comparable to him.

This Yang Chan seemed to be an inexperienced young lady, when she smiled, she was as pure as a lotus growing in clear water.

She was really a naive and kind girl. No way, no way. I can't let Liu Yanchang ruin her. At this moment, Li Dao had such a thought.

While a man might say that he was loyal to love, his body was actually very disloyal. Li Dao had already forgotten about the idea of playing chess.