Chapter 2: Changyang Xiangtian

Suddenly, the long sword in Jianchen's hand broke free from his control. At that moment, the sword seemed to have transformed into a divine sword with its own spirit. It transformed into a beam of light and shot towards Dugu Qiubai, who was a hundred meters away, at lightning speed.

The speed of the long sword was incredibly fast. By the time Dugu Qiubai reacted, the sword had already reached his throat. With an overwhelmingly powerful sword aura, it pierced through Dugu Qiubai's throat in front of his shocked eyes. Then, the long sword, surrounded by a misty white sword gate, made a large circle in the air and automatically flew back into Jianchen's hand.

A fist-sized hole appeared in Dugu Qiubai's throat. Although the long sword in Jianchen's hand was very thin, the sword aura around the blade still caused the wound to expand to the size of a fist.

Dugu Qiubai's eyes widened, and he stared fixedly at the long sword that had returned to Jianchen's hand, his face full of disbelief, as if he had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but unfortunately, his throat had already been pierced, and he could no longer speak. Finally, with a face full of unwillingness and shock, he slowly fell to the ground.

Jianchen, holding the long sword, silently watched Dugu Qiubai, who had fallen to the ground before him, and sighed inwardly. He never expected that at this final moment, he would break through again, reaching the realm of controlling the sword with his spirit. However, at this point, he was already close to death.

Sighing inwardly again, the expression in Jianchen's eyes gradually became dim. Although he had broken through again, he still could not escape death, for his heart had already been pierced by Dugu Qiubai's sword.

Subsequently, Jianchen also followed in Dugu Qiubai's footsteps, his body slowly falling to the ground.

At the moment Jianchen fell, the two sword-shaped peaks where he and Dugu Qiubai had stood suddenly emitted a deafening sound. The entire mountain peak exploded, and countless fragments shot out in all directions. Then, the sky was filled with purple and green light, illuminating the world. At that moment, the entire sky was filled with purple and green light. Unfortunately, Jianchen and Dugu Qiubai could no longer know what happened next...

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In a spacious and luxurious mansion, in a room decorated with gold and jade, a large group of people gathered in front of a door. The person leading the group was a young man, who was pacing back and forth in front of the door, his face filled with indescribable anxiety and worry. The young man was about thirty years old, with a dignified appearance. Despite being close to middle age, he still could not hide his youthful handsomeness. He wore a white robe embroidered with gold thread, exuding an aura of a superior being. His face was full of determination, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

About three meters away from the door, a group of about thirty people stood there, their faces filled with worry. Among them were both old and young people. The older ones looked to be in their sixties or seventies, with white hair and faces full of wrinkles. Despite this, their eyes shone with a light that made people tremble. From the light in their eyes, one might think they were not elderly but robust middle-aged men. The majority of the others were middle-aged men in their thirties or forties, all with imposing appearances and sharp eyes, clearly extraordinary people.

From the room opposite them, the sound of a woman's painful moans could be heard.

"Madam, push, push, it's almost out, it's almost out..." A somewhat urgent voice followed, slightly hoarse, indicating that the speaker was an elderly woman.

Outside the door, the middle-aged man who was pacing back and forth suddenly stopped and said anxiously, "Sigh... It's been a whole day and night, why hasn't Yun'er given birth yet? If this continues, it might be detrimental to Yun'er." The young man's voice was filled with worry and concern.

"Head of the family, don't worry, Madam Yun will be fine. Don't forget, Madam Yun is a Holy Light Master," an elderly man with white hair and a face full of wrinkles reassured him, his tone confident but his expression still showing a hint of worry.

"Sigh..." The young man in the white robe, exuding an aura of a superior being, sighed heavily again, his anxious and worried expression not diminishing in the slightest.

After waiting for more than two hours, a voice full of excitement finally came from inside the room: "Head of the family, Head of the family, Madam Yun has given birth, Madam Yun has given birth, mother and child are safe, it's a boy." The voice was filled with excitement.

Upon hearing this, the worried expression on the young man's face finally disappeared, replaced by excitement and joy. Without saying a word, he pushed open the door and disappeared inside in a flash, his speed truly incredible, far beyond that of an ordinary person.

The young man instantly appeared beside a large bed in the room, sitting down and looking at the woman lying on the bed with concern, saying, "Yun'er, how are you, are you okay?" His voice was gentle and full of concern.

The woman lying on the bed was a young lady in her twenties, with a beautiful and stunning appearance, a true beauty. Her face was drenched in sweat, slightly pale, and she looked exhausted.

The woman looked at the young man with tired eyes and smiled, saying, "My lord, I'm fine. Let me see our child."

"Good! Good! Good! As long as Yun'er is fine." The young man's face showed a hint of happiness. He then turned to the midwife holding the child. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed the midwife's brows were tightly furrowed, and she was staring strangely at the infant in her arms, fidgeting and muttering, "Cry, cry, why aren't you crying? How strange, I've delivered so many children, but this is the first time I've seen a newborn who doesn't cry."

At this moment, the group of people outside also entered the room one after another, all with smiles on their faces, congratulating the woman lying on the bed.

The middle-aged man smiled happily and said to the woman lying on the bed, "Yun'er, rest for a while, I'll bring the child over." He then stood up and approached the midwife, asking, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the child?" His tone was slightly serious, as some children are born with congenital illnesses, a common occurrence, and he was truly afraid that something was wrong with his child.

The midwife, upon hearing this, looked distressed and said respectfully, "Head of the family, I don't know if there's anything wrong with the young master, but based on my decades of experience, every child cries when they are born. However, the young master is different. Look, he hasn't made a single sound since he was born. This is very strange."

The young man frowned and looked at the infant in the midwife's arms. The infant had bright, clear eyes that were looking around, very cute, and seemed to have no problems.

However, he did not notice that deep in the infant's clear, bright eyes, there was a profound sense of shock and disbelief.

The young man then placed his hand on the infant, and a layer of earthy yellow light appeared on his palm.

Seeing the young man's actions, the midwife's expression became a bit uneasy. She was just a simple midwife, a person living at the bottom of society, and she was truly afraid that there was something wrong with the infant. If the young man blamed her, the consequences would be more than she could bear, even though this matter had nothing to do with her, she had no way to defend herself.

The young man quickly withdrew his hand, his heart finally at ease, and a smile of happiness appeared on his face. "The child is fine, there's nothing wrong at all." As he spoke, he took the infant from the midwife.

Upon hearing this, the midwife sighed in relief, her heart finally at ease, and a smile of happiness appeared on her face. "As the Head of the family said, perhaps this represents the extraordinary nature of the young master. In the future, the young master will surely become a great hero."

The young man, upon hearing the midwife's words, laughed heartily, despite knowing that it was a distant hope. "Good, good, good, I hope so. Someone, give Hong Mama 100 gold coins."

The midwife's face lit up with joy, and she said excitedly, "Thank you, Head of the family, thank you, Head of the family!"

The young man, holding the infant, came to the woman lying on the bed and said happily, "Yun'er, look, this is our child, how cute he is."

The woman, called Yun'er, took the infant into her arms, kissed the infant's face affectionately, and said with a face full of happiness, "My lord, since the child is a boy, let's name him Changyang Xiangtian, as we agreed."

The young man laughed heartily and said, "Very well, I now officially name the child Changyang Xiangtian. Someone, invite all the distinguished guests from Luer City. Tomorrow, I will hold a grand banquet at my Changyang Manor to celebrate..."

A year passed quickly. In a large courtyard, in front of a small lake, a boy less than one meter tall stood there, staring at the rock formation in the center of the lake, his eyes somewhat lost. The boy was dressed in luxurious clothing, and his expression was very complex, which was quite unusual for a child who looked to be less than three years old.

This boy was Changyang Xiangtian. At this moment, in Changyang Xiangtian's mind, scenes of intense battles were continuously playing, like a movie slowly unfolding. In a vast, endless mountain range, on two sword-shaped peaks, a young man in his twenties, with a very handsome appearance, was holding a long sword, engaging in a fierce battle with the unparalleled expert Dugu Qiubai, who had been invincible for a hundred years. In the final moments before death, the young man's strength broke through again, reaching the realm of "controlling the sword with his spirit." He pierced Dugu Qiubai's throat with one sword, and both ultimately met their end together.