Chapter 1568: Chapter 40: Entering Chaosheng Pavilion, Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai

Chaosheng Pavilion.

Located southeast of Guangning Prefecture, backed by the verdant Manglong Mountain Range, facing the estuary of the Nutao River.

Cliff Sea, surrounded by land on all sides, named for its vast and boundless waters, hence the name Cliff Sea.

Over centuries, Chaosheng Pavilion was born along the river, built by the mountains, and although not as renowned as the Cross Immortal Gate, it has established deep roots in the southeastern corner through centuries of accumulation.

Most of the pavilion’s structures are constructed from black stone quarried from the cliff walls by the sea, with eaves soaring like flood dragons exploring the sea.

Due to years of immersion in the river breeze and moisture, it exudes a cold, damp chill.

The Nutao River makes a sharp turn at the pavilion’s base, the waters crashing against the mountain wall, raising white waves several feet high, with the roaring sound ceaseless day and night.

And Chaosheng Pavilion is built atop a cliff overlooking the river bend, below is the deep abyss, above connects to the clouds and mist.

In Guangning Prefecture, speaking of influence.

The hierarchy of Chaosheng Pavilion ranks just below the Cross Immortal Gate.

In fact, if not for a mishap thirty years ago, today’s Chaosheng Pavilion could have radiated influence across several surrounding prefectures instead of being confined to Guangning Prefecture.

Sixty years ago, Chaosheng Pavilion produced a Chen Canghai.

Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai.

In the tides of Cliff Sea on a night sixty years ago, he stepped into the Unity Realm, known as the Black Flood Dragon King.

His Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill was unmatched in its dominance, once dispelling a tsunami with the power of his palm.

If that Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai were alive in today’s era, the influence of Chaosheng Pavilion would have risen to new heights.

This is the regret among all disciples of Chaosheng Pavilion.

Regret that Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai, thirty years ago in a battle in the East Sea, was defeated by his nemesis Xiao Lie.

If Chen Canghai had not encountered this catastrophe, Chaosheng Pavilion would now have a Martial Arts Peak powerhouse in the Unity Realm presiding.

At this moment, it is the end of 巳时.

The sun hangs high, the sky clear and bright, the vast azure sky washed clean.

The Nutao River flows eastward, unceasingly, its tides deafening.

Atop the cliff, on a protruding black stone platform, stand two people.

The leader is an elder in a black robe, his hair mixed grey and white, tied with a simple wooden hairpin, his face gaunt, eyes sunken but his gaze strikingly bright, akin to the eyes of a flood dragon lurking in the darkness.

He stands with hands behind his back, letting the river wind howl, blowing his robe high, yet his figure remains as steady as the rock beneath.

This person is none other than Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai, who has remained hidden for thirty years, only revealing himself a few days ago.

Half a step behind him, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar stands respectfully bowed.

The man is pale without a beard, looking at the flags unfurled ten li away, his expression grave.

This person is the current Pavilion Master of Chaosheng Pavilion, Chen Wang, also the nephew of Chen Canghai.

"Uncle, will that Jiang Ning... come?" Chen Wang looked at the flags unfurling ten li away, his voice somewhat drifting in the sea breeze.

Chen Canghai did not turn his head, his tone indifferent: "In two days, if he does not come, it means he fears. I will then act myself, make these troops retreat."

"Yes, uncle!" Chen Wang bowed his head. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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Ten li away.

Eight hundred elite town soldiers are stationed here.

Flags flutter, loud and clear.

"Greetings to the Marquis!" Town Residence Envoy Liu Teng walked out of the tent, seeing Jiang Ning, hurriedly bowed in salute.

"Have there been any movements in Chaosheng Pavilion these days?" Jiang Ning asked.

"Reporting to the Marquis!" Liu Teng bowed: "Two days ago, due to the appearance of Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai, I led the troops to retreat ten li, stationed here, and Chaosheng Pavilion has since had no movements."

Jiang Ning nodded slightly.

"Just..." Liu Teng continued, hesitantly.

"Just what?" Jiang Ning asked.

Liu Teng spoke: "Just this morning, that Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai sent someone to notify me, giving me two more days. If the Marquis does not come to see him by then, he will officially act."

Jiang Ning nodded in acknowledgment.

"Marquis came today, are you going to see this Chen Canghai?" Liu Teng further inquired.

"To meet him!" Jiang Ning’s gaze crossed the endless barracks and green mountains, looking towards the cliff in the distance, the cluster of buildings built against the mountain.

Upon hearing this, Liu Teng became even more respectful.

Yet he also showed a hint of concern.

"Marquis, after all, Chen Canghai was once a peak figure in the First Grade Unity Realm, though his realm has fallen, his physical strength hasn’t changed much. Hibernating for thirty years, even if this Black Flood Dragon King hasn’t returned to the first grade, his strength can’t be described by a second-grade Grandmaster."

"Moreover, this place is close to the Cliff Sea, abundant with moisture, the perfect place for his Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill to exert its best effect. Nowadays, with the Marquis’ body still having ailments, unable to exert full strength, is it possible... to plan for the long term?"

Jiang Ning waved his hand, his expression calm and unruffled.

"No problem! Since I dare to come, I have my considerations. You must restrain the troops here, take no action. If I and Chen Canghai have an unfriendly discussion and engage in combat, no matter the result, without my command, do not move, especially do not join the battle, the might of the first grade is beyond the power of man."

"Yes! I will obey the Marquis’ order!" Liu Teng responded solemnly.

Jiang Ning said no more, stepping towards the direction of Chaosheng Pavilion.

Jing Wuming followed closely, half a step behind, looking towards the direction of Chaosheng Pavilion, his expression grave.

As the only person here who has exchanged blows with Black Flood Dragon King Chen Canghai, he still remains apprehensive of Chen Canghai.

Though the injuries on his body have healed, the unmatched dominance combined with the sinister and vicious power of that day remains in the depths of his memory.

Ten li distance, reached in a flash.

The Nutao River turns sharply here, its flow more torrential and turbulent, the sound of its impact against the cliffs deafening.

The path to Chaosheng Pavilion is a stone stairway carved against the mountain, steep and winding, leading straight to the top of the cliff.

At the same time.

Atop the cliff.

The elder in a black robe, with grey-white hair, looks toward the entrance of the cliff.