I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

At the same time, another group of people were also watching the intense battle between Chen Yi and the "Mad Old Man" Feng Shan.

Their expressions were a mix of indifference, excitement, and enchanting charm.

"The 'Mad Old Man' has finally met his match this time."

The plump 'Joyful Buddha' Le Lei, watching the battle in the distance, squinted his eyes with a smile and his wide mouth revealed uneven rows of teeth gleaming with a grim shine.

While speaking, he continuously rubbed the monkey skull hanging in front of his chest, looking extremely excited.

Beside him, a burly man covered with scars cursed, "It would be best if he dies by that young man's hand. It'd save me the trouble of doing it myself!"

"'Evil Bone' has spoken my exact thoughts."

A short distance away, an elder in worn Taoist robe, crouched on the ground maintaining the Concealing Array, also looked toward the fight in the distance and chuckled darkly,

"That old man is no good thing. With him around, there's little good to be had and trouble aplenty."

"I say, 'Array Ghost', listen to what you're saying," Zhu Siniang filed her nails as she spoke unhurriedly: "Around here, which of us is a good thing?"

When this was said, regardless of their grievances with the Mad Old Man, everyone laughed.

However, each person's smile was different.

The most attractive laugh came undoubtedly from Wen Renying at the forefront. When she laughed tenderly, her ample figure trembled, causing ripples to spread and her light garment to flutter.

"Speaking of which~ dear brothers and sisters, does anyone know the identity of that young man?"

"Who knows? He is dressed plainly without any insignia; I can't recognize him," remarked Zhu Siniang, glancing briefly before continuing with her nails.

Joyful Buddha Le Lei similarly shook his head, his layers of fat undulating like waves.

"Even Buddha myself doesn't know, he must be a Sect Disciple."

"Isn't that obvious? With his mastery in Sword Dao, he's either from a Sect or a noble family."

"Array Ghost" Cen Yu turned and snapped, "It's not likely he's from the Court Night Watch Department or a noble, right?"

"Could he be from Yuhua Immortal Sect? Aren't those three people ahead wearing robes from Yuhua Immortal Sect?"

"Evil Bone" Zhu Gang gathered his muscles as he spoke, his face scarred and twisted into a malevolent grin adding to his words.

"Why think so much? Just go ask and you'll find out."

"That's true."

Le Lei patted his large belly and took the lead towards Ye Lin and the others.

"Let Buddha ask first, especially that pretty-looking young lady."

Seeing this, Cen Yu cursed and shouted, "Damn it, Zhu Gang, what are you waiting for?"

"Don't let 'Joyful Buddha' get ahead— that female Taoist is one of the Ten Taoist Immortals!"

"Heh," Zhu Gang also ran after him, "Such an important piece of information, you should've said it earlier."

Seeing the two men depart one after the other, Wen Renying's face once again wore a seductive smile, and behind her swiftly appeared two fuzzy tails.

"Try hard, dear brothers~ If you find out the young man's identity, I'll surely reward you generously~"

Zhu Siniang glanced at her, muttering a few curses under her breath about a flirtatious hussy, but her eyes looked towards the Sloppy Taoist, asking,

"'Array Ghost', haven't you located the Array Eye yet?"

"Found it, found it," Cen Yu mumbled towards the direction Joyful Buddha had headed: "They're heading right there."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go together."

"Miss Wen Ren, don't rush~"

Wen Renying held up a hand lightly, her eyes drifting over Chen Yi and the Mad Old Man, towards the direction of Jiangnan Prefecture, covering her face as she laughed:

"Let's wait for more of them to come, then let more blood flow in this land of Jiangnan Prefecture~"

"What do you think, Daoist Cen?"

"Miss Wenren is right; I came here early, just waiting for this day."

"They only think Miss Wenren from the sect wants the Drought Corpse, but little do they know we want much more!"

Speaking thus, the "Array Ghost" Cen Yu's expression became excited, his hands forming signs and releasing True Yuan, sending out talismanic seals.

Following that, streaks of flowing light emerged from the ground, twinkling toward Longevity Bridge.

Somewhere faintly, a large Array covering over a dozen square miles flashed by.

Seeing this, Wen Renying's fuzzy tails swished excitedly, her expression also thrilled.

"Daoist brother, you're amazing~ I, this Miss, really want to reward you generously~"

"Forget it, forget it, forget it— Miss Wenren, save that for Joyful Buddha and the others. This humble Daoist only wishes to live a few more years."

Cen Yu nearly destabilized his True Yuan, rejecting continuously.

He was well aware of the tactics of Bai Shen Sect's "Demoness" Wen Renying.

Despite her actions and gestures being like those experienced courtesans of the brothel,

before, while using the Qi Observation Technique, he discovered this "Demoness" was actually still a virgin.

It shows her words sound good, but anyone who tries dancing with her weapons is likely unaware of how they might die.

"That's really too bad~"

Wen Renying sounded disappointed, her face expressionless.

She glanced at Chen Yi and Mad Old Man, who were taking a brief respite, then at Joyful Buddha Le Lei and "Evil Bone" Zhu Gang who had reached near the people from Yuhua Immortal Sect, quietly unleashing a hint of killing intent.

"Anyone who obstructs my father's progress in cultivation must die!"

Those who are dead will help Father progress even further~

…

The reactions of the crowd need no further elaboration.

Chen Yi's strike swept past, and the four ghostly shadows manifested by the Mad Old Man's True Yuan all dissipated into bubbles.

Along with it, the four clones that the Mad Old Man had created with his movement technique also merged from four into one.

"Hehe, terrifying young Sword Cultivator, truly terrifying!"

The Mad Old Man, grinning, squeezed out a smile on his gaunt face, looking like a kind elder.

Even the way he looked at Chen Yi was genial and amiable, truly as if an elder saw an outstanding junior of his own family.

"Who exactly are you? Could you tell this old man?"

However, seeing this smile on his face, Chen Yi frowned.

He was well aware of the power of that strike just now, and he knew that when he was strangling those ghostly shadows, several threads of Slaughter Sword Intent had pierced through the Mad Old Man.

Even until now, he could feel those Sword Intents wreaking havoc inside the Mad Old Man's body.

It could be said that apart from a few Spiritual Acupoints on the Mad Old Man's body, all his meridians were as fragile as stones in the face of the Slaughter Sword Intent.

However, even so, the Mad Old Man still appeared unharmed at this moment, able to talk and laugh, even casually inquiring about his identity.

This was illogical.

With this thought, Chen Yi shook off the blood droplets on the Spring Rain Sword and flatly said, "Capital City, Lantern Festival."

The Mad Old Man's smile momentarily froze, his drooping eyelids lifted, and he scrutinized Chen Yi with clear eyes.

After a long while, he laughed again.

This time, it was not a ferocious laugh, nor a gloomy one, nor one of innocence or kindness, but a joyously crazy and hearty laughter.

"Capital City, Lantern Festival, four years ago, you were that child from four years ago?"

"The old man must truly be mad, mad,"

"Such a young age, such Sword Dao, such a terrifying young man, and yet the old man did not slaughter you!"

"Mad mad mad, I'm really mad Hahaha..."

As he laughed, several sprays of blood burst from his unchanging body.

Two from the left shoulder, one from the right chest, one from the right leg, and one from the front and back of his Dantian.

For a moment, the vivid blood dyed his entire body red, even staining sporadic blood drops on his face amidst the deep wrinkles.

Chen Yi watched the Mad Old Man laughing heartily, sword in hand, and walked towards him.

Whether the "Mad Old Man" Feng Shan was truly mad or feigning madness, he would find peace in death.

Seeing his approach, the Mad Old Man's smile persisted as he laughingly asked, "Do you want to know who made me kidnap you that day?"

"Not interested."

This answer from Chen Yi caught the Mad Old Man off guard, then he laughed again lengthily.

"It appears you already know his identity."

"Indeed, ha, with your age and this level of Sword Dao, you must be an early bloomer."

"There's another possibility,"

The Mad Old Man's laughter halted, staring at Chen Yi, he said word by word, "You are a reincarnated individual!"

Reincarnated?

Chen Yi paused momentarily in his steps, but only for an instant, then continued walking towards the Mad Old Man. As he walked, he circulated the Nine Revolutions Profound Gang Technique to recover his profound qi.

As for the word "reincarnated," he had heard it during his time in the Capital City— it was from that Lantern Festival when the Great Void Buddha Child was born.

Since then, rumors regarding the Great Void Buddha Child had circulated widely in Capital City for some time.

But this had nothing to do with Chen Yi.

He was not "reincarnated!"

"Wait, don't move yet."

Seeing his unwavering approach, a trace of panic flashed across the Mad Old Man's face, his hands waving continuously.

"Take it slow, do you have a reason to kill this old man? Just because of what happened during the Lantern Festival?"

"Back then, the old man was just taking money to mitigate someone else's disaster; killing me gains you nothing."

"How about sparing the old man's life, and I can do something for you. Two things, not enough?"

"Three things, three things, how about that?"

During the conversation, the Mad Old Man kept retreating, his expression one of panic, fear, and pleading.

However, none of these could make Chen Yi stop his steps, until he reached a point one yard in front of where the Mad Old Man had been standing before.

Chen Yi halted, retracting the foot he had raised, and looked down at the dark red blood that had flowed from the Mad Old Man on the ground.

"Is this your last resort?"

In his vision—covered by eyes enveloped in Slaughter Sword Intent—the blood on the ground eerily began to wriggle.

Like rice-sized blood worms, they twisted their slender bodies and stood upright.

He had felt something was off before, as rumors had always portrayed the Mad Old Man as crazed and laughably absurd, even when pursued by experts.

He couldn't possibly show such a fearful, pleading expression like now.

It was only when he had gotten close just now that he noticed something peculiar with the bloodstains on the ground.

"Click, click, click, you found it, huh, what a pity."

Indeed, the expression on the Mad Old Man's face instantly faded away, as he helplessly shook his head and said: "No choice, it looks like the old man will have to use that move then."

Before Chen Yi could step around the bloodstain, the Mad Old Man cupped his cheeks with both hands and yelled behind him:

"Your mongrels, why aren't you coming to save this old man yet?!"