Chapter 203: The Mischievous Departure of the Sword Heroes of Mount Shu

Chen Xiyi watched as Lin Feng sliced through the Fallen Land, separating it from the New World with his sword. From then on, the circle formed between thirty thousand years ago and thirty thousand years later was broken, and time finally returned to normal.

Lin Feng truly had the power now. Before, Wandering Light had managed such feats only with the help of the Chronological World, or even the cooperation of the First Immortal; otherwise, it might not have been possible.

“What’s there to be reluctant about? Thirty thousand years later, everything will still feel like spring,” Lin Feng said after sheathing the Wandering Light Sword.

“It seems you’ve taken that step. Are you planning to become history?” Chen Xiyi observed the slowly sealing rift in time.

Lin Feng shook his head. “It’s too early yet. That step isn’t easy to take. I still need the Spirit World—no, I should say the Sword Realm. I’m not following the path of Wandering Light or the First Immortal anymore, so my final step might not be history after all.”

“How about Sword Immortal? The future sect could be called Mount Shu,” Chen Xiyi said casually.

“That’s an idea. Will you stay and be its leader?” Lin Feng asked with a hint.

Chen Xiyi shook his head. “Better not. Being a leader isn’t a simple job.”

He remembered his Qingxu Patriarch attire; if he stayed, it would make him a proper grandmaster image. But he wouldn’t stay—Lin Feng had found his way, while Chen Xiyi was still walking his own path.

“I’m lifting the terrain of Five Immortals Cave to create a Paradise Grotto, renaming it Mount Shu. What do you think?” Lin Feng sketched a blueprint for Chen Xiyi using Sword Qi.

A giant sword-shaped mountain floated in mid-air, surrounded by peaks radiating Sword Intent. Even Newton would have jumped out of his coffin—so mystical and unreal that it defied normal structures.

“That’s excellent, but besides you and Mei Yu, no one else can enter. The Strange Gates Escaping Arts inside Five Immortals Cave don’t recognize others,” Chen Xiyi replied.

“That’s fine. We’ll treat it as a Holy Land to awe people. Who’d guess what little stuff you left inside?” Lin Feng said, completely unconcerned.

“I always thought you were a honorable sword fighter. Now, even you, with those serious looks, are playing tricks,” Chen Xiyi remarked in amazement.

Lin Feng gazed at the rising mountains on the ground. “People change. If I stayed stubbornly righteous, I might have two kids by now.”

“Two kids? They’d even run errands for you by now. Your harem could swell to tens. I wonder how Wandering Light’s hormones lasted back then,” Chen Xiyi commented.

Above, the massive sword-ship took shape as sharp Sword Qi continuously carved it into the image of the Wandering Light Sword.

“Want to play a guest ancestor? How about Wandering Light Ancestor? I’ll pass the title to you,” Lin Feng joked.

Chen Xiyi looked disgusted. “That name’s unlucky. Two years ago, we finished him off—even his harem—with you doing the deed. If I use it now, what if my past self scatters my ashes?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you. I’ll spin some tales later. Over time, no one will verify details. I’ll be the second-generation ancestor, the cooler Star River Patriarch. Stop staring—I’ll make your story livelier, mixing in bits about Wandering Light and me for a rich, dramatic character arc.”

“I’ll even write in a few Beauties for you. If I can’t handle it, Mei Niang can help.”

Lin Feng spoke with a straight face.

“Wow, so history really is like dressing up a little girl. I’m not even history yet, and you’re already starting the costume party. What if I hog the spotlight? What about your future scenes?” Chen Xiyi found it absurd.

“No problem. I’ll stay low-key. Once my Sword Realm is established, I’ll live forever. In another ten thousand years, I’ll have material—I can write whatever I want.”

“Then I’ll compose millions of words for your biography, even fabricating your past life or reincarnation. No one would dare argue anyway.”

Lin Feng said that scenes and material weren’t an issue—living long enough solved everything.

And Chen Xiyi thought—who’d dare object? A man who could defeat the whole world hand-in-hand without sweating would make everyone praise whatever was written.

If Lin Feng published his biography, it’d be the top bestseller, even if poorly written.

“Fine, whatever makes you happy. But let’s clarify—I don’t want Wandering Light Ancestor. That’s bad luck. Clear Void True Person Funyaozi, at least dodging the Wandering Light reference,” Chen Xiyi said resignedly.

He understood Lin Feng’s plan—either leave untouched or get edited into history.

It might be legendary glory, and he suspected that in ten thousand years, street storytellers would recount his tales daily.

“What a shame to waste such a great title,” Lin Feng’s expression showed regret.

Nearby, Mount Shu floated completed in the sky. Chen Xiyi looked at it, eyes slightly stinging from its natural Sword Intent. A Sword Dao genius might gain sudden insight just by observing it, grasping an ultimate sword technique.

“Want to see it?” Lin Feng asked.

“Then let’s go,” Chen Xiyi said.

In an instant, their surroundings shifted, placing them atop Mount Shu.

Pavilions, towers, and bizarre mountain sights were stuffed everywhere.

Around Mount Shu, sword peaks formed a Sword Array shielding against the skies. Clouds brushed by constantly, creating a true immortal Holy Land.

Walking and chatting casually, they soon reached Five Immortals Cave.

Mei Yu and others were alarmed by the changes, but relaxed upon seeing Lin Feng and Chen Xiyi approach.

“What happened?” Mei Yu hurried over to ask.

“Nothing much. Just leaving a sect behind. This…” Lin Feng gave a brief explanation.

But Mei Yu seemed puzzled. “With just us around, making Mount Shu flourish will take forever.”

“Don’t worry about that, Mei Niang. Old Chen says he has a solution. You mentioned cloning last time—I don’t need much, just about a hundred thousand people.”

Lin Feng said confidently.

“A hundred thousand? Are you crazy? At most, I can manage a tribe of a hundred. How would you care for that many people? They’re not full-grown adults—clones start as babies needing raising.”

Chen Xiyi couldn’t help complaining.

He wasn’t talking about scientific cloning—he was a science blind, using Qi Refiner methods like Yang Qi and Human Qi derivatives, based on Qi Mechanism techniques, not genetics.

Proper cloning was scientific; his was fantasy nonsense.

“That’s really disappointing. I pictured planting and harvesting like beans,” Lin Feng found Chen Xiyi’s cloning different than imagined.

“Those are plants, not humans,” Chen Xiyi snapped.

Mei Yu also froze; her thoughts matched Lin Feng’s. After all, Chen Xiyi’s quirky points were familiar—this rare normality felt strange.

“So how will you do it? Like whispering into the campfire for cooking?” Mei Yu asked curiously.

“That’s roasting, not cloning. Can you control your silly wife? Give her some common sense,” Chen Xiyi retorted helplessly.

Lin Feng exclaimed, “You’re not using that magic campfire for cloning?!”

“With thirty thousand years of Wandering Light’s memories, you should know better. That thing’s for cooking.”

Chen Xiyi realized both husband and wife lacked sense.

“Wandering Light’s memories didn’t cover that. Plus, you can’t judge him by normal rules,” Lin Feng said knowingly.

“Fine, no more chit-chat. Time to work—equal males and females. Make sure you don’t starve them.”

Tired of their teamwork, Chen Xiyi turned and entered his Laboratory.

All materials like flesh and blood were ready.

“I’ll do five hundred. Split evenly, two hundred fifty each for the couple,” Chen Xiyi sorted through samples in the Laboratory.

Five hundred people were few; inbreeding could cause deformities needing solutions now.

This wasn’t hard for him—just adapting Qi Mechanism synthesis with some valves in the Qi.

He ignored science since Qi Refiners were beyond it anyway.

If problems arose, Lin Feng could slice them away as the Sword Concept, less bound by rules than him.

“I could add Secret Gu Martial Arts to make their descendants born Gu Martial Artists. I recall researching ‘One Sword Cuts Through Nineteen Lands’ Gu Martial Arts—where did I store that data?”

Chen Xiyi thought since this world was all about swords, why not go all out? Let them be Postnatal Warriors at birth, Innate Warriors as kids, Grandmaster martial Artists as adults, maybe hitting Longevity Martial Artist status with effort.

Then everyone practicing Sword Dao would boost Lin Feng’s Sword Concept power.

…

Days passed, and Chen Xiyi’s five hundred Gu Martial Artists matured—babes born as Postnatal Warriors.

Lin Feng knew; he sighed at the empty Laboratory and went to care for these warrior infants.

A golden age was coming, and they were the start.

Born Postnatal-level Gu Martial Artists, ripping apart tigers was effortless; survival rates were near perfect, no infant deaths.

“Gone?” Mei Yu soothed a baby while asking.

“Gone. Didn’t even say goodbye—probably feared I’d beg him to stay,” Lin Feng called to others, replying.

“Hmm, he’ll be back to see your Sword Realm and Mount Shu,” Mei Yu reassured calmly.

“When he returns, I’ll make him regret leaving,” Lin Feng picked up her words naturally.

Part Four: Peach Blossom Brew