Chapter 413: Recorders of Past and Present (Twenty-Four)

Su Chen looked at the interesting little fellow.
In this spacetime, at this very moment, he sensed the aura of the Myriad Laws Dao.
And on the little fellow before him, there was also a trace of the Myriad Laws Dao.
A soft laugh came from beneath the mask: "Alright."
The moment the words fell, the boy clasped his hands in a fist salute and then vanished.
Su Chen slowly raised his hand, and wind, fire, thunder, and electricity surged, transforming into a fist imprint that collided with his wrist.
Dongfang Yunxiao was quite surprised.
Although young, his cultivation had already reached the Saint Realm, and having cultivated the Supreme Dao with his master, his combat power was extraordinary. There were very few people in this world who could block his punch with one hand.
Dongfang Yunxiao was not giving up. His other hand transformed into a palm print, the palm print endlessly, destruction and life alternating, evolving the world.
The situation suddenly changed.
"Not bad."
Just as the terrifying palm print was about to strike Su Chen, the world formed by the print shattered abruptly, transforming into a mere, light palm strike... This scene stunned Dongfang Yunxiao, who stood frozen in place.
In an instant, a unique aura flowed and intertwined around Dongfang Yunxiao, eventually forming a transparent phantom. The phantom's eyes were solemn, and he drew a sword from the void, its blade engraved with countless lines.
The Myriad Laws Sword
His sword strike was unhesitating, aimed directly at Su Chen.
This sword, once unleashed, was enough to easily shatter a world.
Yet, at this moment, it appeared effortless, without the slightest change in the world around him. The blade was easily caught between two fingers.
Dongfang Yunxiao released the hilt, and the longsword transformed into a streak of light before vanishing.
"Still want to fight?" Su Chen looked at the young man before him with amusement.
The boy waved his hand, shaking his head repeatedly, "I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore! No matter how much I fight, I'm no match for you!"
Dongfang Yunxiao was warlike, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being humiliated. In their brief exchange, he had clearly seen that this strange man with the bronze mask was someone he couldn't defeat even with his full strength. Continuing to fight wouldn't change the outcome.
"Senior, do you know my master?"
Dongfang Yunxiao asked curiously.
He hadn't heard his master mention any acquaintances... His master was always incredibly mysterious, and this strange man was equally mysterious.
Perhaps he really did know his master.
Dongfang Yunxiao muttered to himself.
Su Chen nodded.
If before he had only sensed the aura of the Myriad Laws Dao, now he was certain that Dongfang Yunxing was here.
"Lead the way, take me to see your master."
Dongfang Yunxiao thought for a moment and decided to take this mysterious man up the mountain.
After all... if this mysterious person wanted to kill him, they would have done so already. He was completely powerless to resist, and he had never been a bad person.
...
On Qingfeng Temple Mountain
There stood a clean wooden house, surrounded by lush vegetation, under a blue sky and white clouds.
A young man with a full head of white hair lay listlessly on a tree.
He had spent countless years like this, and was long accustomed to it.
"Master, Master, an old friend has come to see you."
The white-haired youth picked at his ear: "An old friend? What old friend? Where would I get an old friend?"
"You unfilial disciple, go and hunt two more pheasants for me! I haven't had chicken in ages!"
Dongfang Yunxiao had already arrived under the tree.
At that moment, the white-haired youth looked down and saw, besides Dongfang Yunxiao, a mysterious person wearing a mask and holding an ancient book.
The white-haired youth, having confirmed it was an unfamiliar figure, closed his eyes and sighed helplessly, "Little Yunxiao, where is my birthday gift?"
Dongfang Yunxiao looked at his lazy master and sighed similarly, "This senior didn't prepare a birthday gift. He claims to be an old friend of yours, Master, and I'm no match for him... I had no choice but to bring him to see you."
The white-haired youth opened his eyes, narrowed them, and observed the mysterious man wearing the bronze mask again. Finally, he cursed angrily, "You brat, I shouldn't have taken you as my disciple! You bring all sorts of strange people here; you're really trying to kill me!"
He... he actually sensed a supreme characteristic emanating from the bronze-masked man; his strength was likely no weaker than his own before he perished!
At this moment, the mysterious figure wearing the bronze mask slowly raised his head. Their eyes met, and the white-haired youth's words abruptly ceased. He closed his eyes and then opened them again, the apprehension in his eyes vanishing, replaced by surprise... and then, gradually, by delight... His throat bobbed a few times, unable to utter a word. After a long while, the words finally escaped his lips, tinged with disbelief:
"Master...Master..."
Dongfang Yunxiao was puzzled. He looked at his master, then at the mysterious figure wearing the bronze mask.
His master was actually calling this mysterious figure "Master"... So, this mysterious figure wearing the bronze mask was none other than his grandmaster?
Dongfang Yunxiao gasped sharply. He had wanted to ask his grandmaster for a birthday gift... but then he thought, since asking for a birthday gift was his master's request, it was alright.
"Yunxing..."
Su Chen was filled with mixed emotions.
He perished in that battle, and everyone thought Dongfang Yunxing would also die in it. Unexpectedly, he managed to retain a sliver of life, surviving countless years until his resurrection.
"Master, it really is you!"
Dongfang Yunxing laughed heartily, his laughter ringing out. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy.
Dongfang Yunxing waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew Dongfang Yunxiao away without giving him any resistance, until he finally regained his footing some distance away.
Dongfang Yunxiao spat at Qingfeng Temple: "I don't care to hear that. I've hidden two pheasants, and now I can finally enjoy them all by myself!"
Dongfang Yunxiao reached in and pulled out two birds of different colors. With their throats gripped by Dongfang Yunxiao, they couldn't utter a sound, their eyes filled with sorrow.
A direct descendant of the Phoenix Clan, treated like 'pheasants'!
The boy's eyes gleamed, drool dripping from his mouth.
Now no one will compete with him for the pheasant anymore!