"Nine deaths without regrets … If you want to understand it this way … I can't do anything about it."
Jing Jiu spoke very slowly, and he paused twice in the middle of such a short sentence, indicating that he had no strength left in him.
"Besides, I don't have to regret my death; it's because I don't know how to regret. If I could regret, I wouldn't be dead."
Jing Jiu then coughed twice. His coughs were not very loud, and they sounded weak and feeble.
Coupled with his pale face and immobile body, he looked like a weak patient no matter how one looked at him.
This was not a problem that could be solved by calming his sword heart; otherwise, he wouldn't have needed the Snow Girl to treat his illness.
If God would laugh when humans were thinking, Jing Jiu would become weak when he was thinking.
"All I need is to kill the Great Grandmaster," said Zhao Layue.
"What if I can't kill him?"
Jing Jiu pressed softly, "Do I have to cultivate a second personality or more personalities?"
"It's not a bad idea," said Zhao Layue with a gleam in her eyes.
Jing Jiu said, "What's the point of turning me into a cripple?"
"At least you're awake," said Zhao Layue, raising her eyebrows. "That's what I mean."
Jing Jiu didn't want to quarrel with her after five hundred years, so he asked softly, "What's the situation now?"
"The central computer is controlled by Qing 'er, and I've taken over the Federation of the Milky Way. Liu Shisui and Ceng Ju have gone to the ancestral planet on the Scorching-Sun Battleship. Thirty-two thousand battleships are on their way."
Zhao Layue added, "The ancestral planet can be destroyed by us at any time. You don't have to worry."
Jing Jiu looked at her in Silence and asked, "What's the situation?"
Zhao Layue was not good at lying, and she didn't practice it as much as she did to deceive the Snow Girl. So she kept silent.
"Given your temperament, you wouldn't have come to me and the Snow Girl if the situation was under your control and I didn't need to worry about it. You would have done it yourself."
Jing Jiu said, "I don't want to wake up from this dream. I think I can sense the danger ahead. What is the danger?"
After a moment of silence, Zhao Layue said, "The Scorching-Sun Battleship has captured some particles in the deep space outside the ancestral planet."
Some of the particles were common composite materials, which were commonly seen in the Federation of the Milky Way.
The problem was that in the boundless space, especially the outer space of the ancestral planet, it was very rare to encounter such things.
Some of the particles were made of a rare and high-strength alloy. Even the new battleships of the Federation of the Milky Way didn't use this kind of material.
After analyzing the composition of these particles, the crew on the Scorching-Sun Battleship came to an incredible conclusion.
"It should be the Shen family's battleship that disappeared. The other thing is that the composite material particles are wrapped in some kind of expired culture fluid," Zhao Layue said.
Jing Jiu didn't think much of it and said, "The bucket that holds Shen Yun's head?"
The officers and soldiers on the Scorching-Sun Battleship had all seen him carrying the bucket.
"Yes, and I suspect that Tong Yan is also on that battleship," said Zhao Layue.
"What kind of weapon is it?" asked Jing Jiu.
What kind of weapon did the Federation of the Milky Way have that could turn the battleship of the Shen family into particles that even Shen Yunmai and Tong Yan couldn't escape?
Zhao Layue said, "That galaxy … might have been turned into a sword formation by the Great Grandmaster."
This shocking conclusion didn't cause any change in Jing Jiu's expression. It was because he was too weak at the moment and didn't have the energy to respond to it, and he didn't think it necessary.
"The Great Grandmaster sent a warning signal. The Scorching-Sun Battleship stopped in advance. Then they conducted a few experiments and determined the range of the sword formation." After a pause, Zhao Layue continued, "But they couldn't observe the situation inside the sword formation, and we didn't know if Shen Yunmai and Tong Yan were still alive. As such, I asked Liu Shisui to go in and have a look."
Upon hearing this, Jing Jiu reacted. He shot her a glance, but didn't say anything.
Ada wanted to let out a mocking sneer, but he yawned hastily to cover it up when he thought of how rude Zhao Layue was to Jing Jiu.
That was Liu Shisui. How could you use him as a stick for the blind? You were truly heartless.
Zhao Layue was aware of what was on Jing Jiu's and Ada's minds. "He has cultivated the golden body of the Zen sects a long time ago, and I gave him all the powerful magic treasures in Chaotian. I want him to be the God of Death. Now that he is the God of Death, he should be the vanguard."
Jing Jiu shot her another glance, thinking that this was not her temperament.
Zhao Layue said with a complicated emotion, "… Of course, I can do something, but I couldn't compete with him during the meeting in Chaotian."
Still looking at her in Silence, Jing Jiu thought that this was still not her temperament.
She might lose in the competition for the sword or the honor, but she would never admit defeat. It was impossible for her to lose in the competition.
More importantly, who in the Aoyama Sect or the whole Cultivation circle in Chaotian would dare compete with her?
Zhao Layue didn't respond to the inquiry in Jing Jiu's eyes.
Ada meowed softly.
By now, Jing Jiu realized that it was because he had lost in the mahjong game.
He didn't recall the sesame paste and mahjong on the Shenmo Peak and the Shangde Peak; all he thought was that it was troublesome.
A galaxy had become a sword formation.
It was truly troublesome.
"It's really troublesome," Jing Jiu said expressionlessly.
This was the mantra of the Immortal Jingyang.
He had finally said it again after many years.
It meant that he had encountered a serious problem that he hadn't encountered for many years.
"All these troubles are caused by you, so you should solve them by yourself. Every child understands this."
Zhao Layue said, "Don't always try to escape by sleeping."
Looking back at his long years of Cultivation, Ada thought that it was indeed true. It was shameful and useless to escape.
Jing Jiu didn't like the feeling of having the sword rope tied around his neck, but he couldn't even lift a finger; there was nothing he could do about it.
He didn't like being lectured by Layue as if she were lecturing a child either, but there was nothing he could do about it.
As such, he closed his eyes and said, "I want to take a rest."
This was not a silent protest; it was because he was truly weak and uncomfortable, and he needed to rest.
The light from the street lamp passed through the glass and shone on his beautiful and pale face, but it didn't warm him up.
His long eyelashes quivered slightly, but they soon returned to normal. He had truly fallen asleep.
Standing in front of him, Zhao Layue didn't have the feeling of looking down on him; it was because her eyes were full of worry.
She repeated it again.
They hadn't seen each other for five hundred years, and this was the situation. She didn't have the time to feel sentimental before she had to worry about his life and death. It was indeed troublesome.
Ada meowed once to comfort her, thinking, "Back when I was in the Guocheng Temple, I slept every day. You people also thought that I was old and on the verge of death. Look, I'm quite energetic now."
… …
… …
The television was turned off.
Zhao Layue stared at Jing Jiu in a daze.
The Snow Girl was in a daze while wrapped in the quilt.
Hua Xi was in a daze in the ice cube.
Ada was in a daze while crouching on the windowsill while holding Cold Cicada in his arms.
The street lamps were a bit dimmer, meaning that the morning sun had risen over Shou 'er City again.
Without the morning sunlight, Jing Jiu started coughing as soon as he opened his eyes.
The coughing grew louder and more painful, waking up the Snow Girl, the human, the cat and the cicada who were in a daze.
Zhao Layue felt relieved after she was certain that Jing Jiu was awake. But she was still worried when she heard the coughing and saw his feeble appearance.
The Snow Girl turned around and glanced at Jing Jiu twice with interest, thinking that it was an interesting method that worked, but it was a bit too overbearing.
Zhao Layue reached out her hand and stroked Jing Jiu's chest. It was because she had never done such a thing before, so her movement was a bit clumsy.
Jing Jiu calmed down a bit. "Do you think I can sense it?" he asked Zhao Layue earnestly.
The Thoughtless Sword was tied to his neck, cutting off the connection between his awareness and his body. In a sense, he was a patient with high paraplegia.
His body wouldn't tremble even when he coughed the most.
Under such circumstances, it was meaningless for Zhao Layue to massage his chest.
"Can't I feel better?" Zhao Layue showed a rare feminine demeanor.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu asked, "How is Nan Wang?"
Zhao Layue said, "It's still early. She's fine."
Jing Jiu said, "I've almost forgotten that she is worshiped by the people in the south."
Zhao Layue said, "She often thinks the incense is too strong, so she feels a bit hot."
Jing Jiu suddenly said, "I'm a bit cold."
Yesterday, the Snow Girl drew the coldness out of his body, but he felt colder and colder.
His body couldn't feel Zhao Layue's hand, so he shouldn't be able to feel the cold or the heat. Moreover, the immortals were immune to cold and heat, and his body was different from others.
This coldness was not physical, but spiritual. It might be the result of his awareness being blocked.
Zhao Layue didn't know how to solve this problem, so she turned to look at the Snow Girl.
The Snow Girl wrapped herself tightly in the small quilt, indicating that she shouldn't think about it.
Zhao Layue walked into the bedroom, found a blanket in the wardrobe, and covered Jing Jiu's body with it.
The blanket was large enough to cover Jing Jiu from head to toe.
Zhao Layue tucked the upper edge of the blanket into the sword rope, and nodded with satisfaction. The sword rope was really suitable for this purpose.
Ada wondered inwardly, "Is this a bib for an infant who can't eat?"
It was then that he suddenly sensed a cold gaze. He turned around and found the Snow Girl was staring at him, feeling startled.
Cold Cicada flew away from him without hesitation and landed on the head of the Snow Girl, turning into the shape of a butterfly knot.
The window was broken, the glass shards falling down to the street after being shone on by the street lamps. It was a beautiful scene.
The Snow Girl arrived in the sky above the street, her hands behind her back, her expression nonchalant.
The quilt on her body ruffled slightly in the wind.
The transparent ice cube was following behind her. Hua Xi was still closing her eyes inside the quilt, unwilling to wake up.
The sounds of the mosquitoes conveyed the irritable mood of the Queen.
"Hurry up!"
"What are you waiting for?"
"Let's finish our business as soon as possible."
Zhao Layue lifted the soft chair with one hand and glided to the outside of the window, flying upward along with the Snow Girl.
The street lamps grew farther away, and the cliff walls grew darker. Soon, a patch of real light appeared in the sky, looking like the mouth of a well.
The populace in the underground neighborhood, the workers on the cliff walls, the morning joggers in Shou 'er City, and the preachers in the praying hall and the Fire-Passing Pagoda all saw the white smoke that disappeared as soon as it appeared.
The temperature of the entire Stargate Base dropped a bit.
Many people bowed to the white smoke reflexively.
The white smoke passed through the atmosphere and entered the space. Soon, it flew out of the solar system and entered a battleship waiting there in Silence.
Jing Jiu tried his best to keep his eyes open during the entire process.
He had done many things and seen many sceneries in his life, but he had never had the experience of flying while sitting on a soft chair.
The thousands of officers and soldiers on the battleship had a new life experience that day.
The ear-piercing alarm had just rung out when it was deactivated by the system. The cabin door wasn't opened, but a strange group appeared in the command hall.
There was a little girl covered in a quilt. The quilt was not big enough to cover her feet, and there was a distance of a few millimeters between the quilt and the floor.
There was a beautiful man lying paralyzed in the chair, covered by an ordinary blanket, on which a white cat with long hair was obviously extraordinary.
The man leaned against the corner of the chair weakly with a pale face, looking extremely weak. Was he the rumored patient?
The appearance of the little girl was unclear, and only a few strands of white hair could be vaguely seen. Was she the rumored albino patient?
In the current Federation of the Milky Way, the government was in charge of the first gene modification. It was rare to see such a case, not to mention that there were two of them at the same time.
And how did they get on the battleship?
The only normal one was the young girl with short hair; but the officers and soldiers were startled when they saw her face.
The captain of the battleship drove all the soldiers out of the command hall with a stern expression in his eyes. He walked to the front of Zhao Layue and said humbly, "You're back."
Zhao Layue uttered "hmm" and walked forward while carrying the soft chair with one hand.
If those officers and soldiers hadn't left and witnessed the scene, they would have found that she was also an abnormal person.
The longer the captain looked at Jing Jiu on the soft chair, the more shocked he felt. "Is this Mister Advisor?" he asked tentatively.
"He's paralyzed," Zhao Layue replied.
The captain was even more shocked, thinking that the Mister Advisor should be the mastermind behind this rebellion; how could he suddenly be paralyzed?
However, the medical level of the Federation of the Milky Way could easily solve the most troublesome case of high paralysis.
"The medical area is over there," he said.
Zhao Layue came to the front of the large French window and put down the soft chair, saying expressionlessly, "Let's set off according to the original plan."
Ada lifted up his head lazily and shot a glance at the foolish captain, wondering if he could find a scalpel that could cut open this guy's skin.
Regardless of whether it was a high-pressure water scalpel or a ray scalpel, he would eat it … no, he would snatch one to defend himself.
The news that Jing Jiu, the former chief advisor of the military, was paralyzed soon spread on the battleship, triggering much conjecture and shock.
The battleship quivered slightly, and the crystal engine shot out blue flames.
The battleship started its long voyage to the ancestral planet along with various self-examination instructions and the sound of data verification.
Jing Jiu was sleeping most of the time on the long voyage.
He appeared to be sleeping, but he was actually awake.
He used to draw, play the zither, and play chess on the Full Moon Planet; he appeared to be awake, but he was actually asleep.
He was so weak at the moment that he didn't even want to waste the energy to open his eyes. He would rather close his eyes to rest than talk to Zhao Layue.
It was rare for Zhao Layue to see him throw a tantrum. She knew that he was under too much pressure, so she didn't take it seriously and laughed more often.
The starlight outside the window was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, illuminating his pale face. Once in a while, he would wake up and cough a few times, looking like a sickly beauty.
He was the kind of person in classical novels who would die at any moment due to tuberculosis.
One day, as the battleship passed by a huge black hole in the distance, Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the place he couldn't see. He didn't move his eyes away for a long time.
Sitting on the transparent ice cube, the Snow Girl also looked at the black hole. She drew back her gaze when she found that she couldn't win.
Zhao Layue squatted down by his side and pulled the blanket over his knees, asking, "What's the matter?"
"Boring," replied Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue waved her hand to signal the captain to push a wheelchair over.
The Snow Girl turned around and took a look, but didn't pay attention to it.
Zhao Layue picked up Jing Jiu along with the blanket.
Looking at the blanket hanging from Jing Jiu's body, the captain said with a smile, "It looks like a magic trick."
Ada glanced at the man lazily, wondering how he became the captain of the battleship if he was so eager to speak without thinking.
Zhao Layue put Jing Jiu on the wheelchair and tidied up the blanket, saying to the captain, "We're just going to walk around. Don't disturb us."
The order was passed on quickly.
Zhao Layue pushed Jing Jiu on the wheelchair, walking casually in the battleship.
Ada was lying on Jing Jiu's knees, looking around and scratching the blanket subconsciously from time to time.
No one dared to speak or even look at him.
It was so quiet in the battleship that the only sound they could hear was the sound of the wheelchair rolling on the ground.
The wheelchair stopped by the window on the side of the battleship.
The sky outside the window was still full of stars.
Zhao Layue let go of Jing Jiu, walked to him and squatted down. She touched Ada's back and asked, "Have you figured out how to kill the Great Grandmaster?"
Jing Jiu said after a long moment of silence, "I figured it out before my ascension."
Of course, it didn't mean that he had planned to kill the Great Grandmaster at that time.
It was only then that he understood how to get rid of all control and gain true freedom.
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