"Here it is."
Jing Jiu scanned the area with his Sword Discernment, confirming that there was no dangerous aura within five miles.
But he couldn't be sure. He had sensed something wrong that day, but he didn't find the Iron Thread Worm.
He didn't have much experience in fighting against Cultivation practitioners or monsters of the Snowy Kingdom.
Yin Qingmo looked at the sky, took out the Star Pot, and put it on the ground.
It might be cloudless tonight. She wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to absorb some starlight.
There were more than ten Star Fruits in the Star Pot, which could help Cultivation practitioners replenish Zhen Yuan's vitality. But they didn't encounter any battles these days, so there was no need to take them out.
Wu Mingzhong called out his sword and shield and put them on the snowy ground.
Lu Jin silently recited a mantra, and a ball of bright yellow flame left his hand. It landed on the sword and shield and began to burn, illuminating the darkening surroundings.
This flame could burn until tomorrow morning. It could bring some warmth, but it could also bring some danger.
Jing Jiu didn't stop him from lighting up the flame, because he knew that psychological needs were sometimes important.
This was a very practical defensive formation.
The Star Pot could emit a clear light formation to protect the three of them, and the sword and shield could cooperate with the flame to attack and defend.
Jing Jiu stood outside, not intending to sit down.
Yin Qingmo and the other two were used to it, so they didn't say anything. They closed their eyes and started regulating their Qi-circulation with the crystals in their hands.
The night was getting darker, and the snowy clouds were dispersing. Starlight fell down and entered the Star Pot very slowly. No one knew how long it would take for one drop to be collected.
The farther they went into the snowland, the fewer snowy clouds they saw. This was different from what they knew before, so they didn't know what it meant.
Jing Jiu looked at the stars in the night sky, thinking about these things.
He didn't know about Zen Master's evaluation of him.
There were several reasons why he didn't want to leave the mountain. Laziness was only one of them, and the key was that he didn't feel good.
He always thought that feeling was the most unreliable way to put it.
Only when you couldn't figure out the situation would you say the word "feeling".
Just like what he said when he played chess with Tong Yan.
When he said the word "feeling", it meant that he didn't know the current situation either, which was certainly not a good thing.
In other words, as long as he had a feeling, it was a bad feeling.
And bad things would always happen.
Many years ago, his Senior Brother had told him this.
There was another reason why he stayed on the mountain.
He needed to ascertain the positions of the other nine disciples of Aoyama who were participating in the Cultivation tournament and the direction of their teams.
Only then would he be able to deduce how he could bring them back in the shortest time possible if something were to happen.
This had nothing to do with his sense of responsibility. It was something he should have done.
If you open a private school in the village and take your students out for an outing, you have to keep an eye on the trees by the stream, ready at any time to scoop them up or catch them.
It would not be right to say that he had no sense of responsibility.
Why did the iron nematode, which shouldn't have appeared in the south of the snowfield, appear in front of him? Why didn't others encounter it?
What was waiting for him in the depths of the snowfield ahead? The world was about to change?
Yes, he believed that all of this had something to do with him.
If others knew what he was thinking at this moment, they would definitely find it absurd — how could there be such a narcissistic person in the world?
Even if you're the head of Zhongzhou School or Zen Master, you don't have the right to say something like that.
Jing Jiu didn't think so.
He was the one who had caused the greatest disturbance in heaven and earth in the last one thousand years.
Chaotian was safe because he had made sufficient preparations beforehand.
Yet, the patch of ocean that his friend had been staring at in a daze all year long had undergone a horrifying change; even the direction of the Huge Whirlpool had changed.
If he hadn't come to the snowfield, he wouldn't have had to think about all this. Now that he was here, he had to take on the challenge.
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The night wind was extremely cold. There was no weed on the ground, save for the perennial snow.
Jing Jiu took out the bamboo chair and sat down. He held the egg in front of his eyes and observed it quietly.
The fog-like thin film was a bit hard, and he could vaguely see what was inside.
Nothing could be heard from the inside of the egg, but Jing Jiu knew that the thing was still alive, which was quite interesting.
It was indeed a strange life form, which could survive for such a long time in a place isolated from the air and the energy of heaven and earth.
The Round Turtle was the only one among the Principal Guards of Aoyama who could do this.
Was it because its vitality was so strong, or was it because of the protective effect of the thin film?
Jing Jiu swiped the thin film with his forefinger. The thin film split open like the skin of a drum, and then it withered visibly, exposing the inside of the egg.
It was a pure-white little beetle, with six thin and delicate legs and a small head, half of which was hidden in the shell.
Its shell was translucent, and its simple internal structure could be vaguely seen.
The little beetle was stiff and motionless, without any energy, and it didn't have the heartbeat of a human or a demon. It should be dead.
"Come back to life."
Jing Jiu focused his awareness on the little beetle.
The little beetle came back to life.
Its six thin legs quivered rapidly, as if it wanted to prove that it had tried its best to come back to life.
Jing Jiu put the little beetle back into the shell, and took it out a while later. He found it was still alive, finding it even more interesting.
Jing Jiu turned his hand over.
The little beetle drifted down to the snowy ground along with the cold wind.
It and the snow were both white, so it was hard to notice them when they were mixed together.
The little beetle slowly stretched out its six thin legs and crawled toward the distance.
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to it.
The little beetle stopped at the same spot, as if judging something, and crawled back to the bamboo chair in the end.
Jing Jiu looked at it.
The little beetle sensed Jing Jiu's will, so it didn't dare disobey. It turned over with a pah, spreading its six legs and exposing its abdomen.
Jing Jiu looked at it carefully, his line of sight moving from the shell to the joints.
The little beetle started trembling.
It didn't have any spiritual awareness, and it had just been born, but it felt an extreme fear instinctively.
It was because the places Jing Jiu could see were the weakest parts of their race.
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Jing Jiu was the center of the discussion about the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting. Even Lo Huainan was mentioned less often than Jing Jiu.
It was not because his performance was better than the others, but because he didn't do anything.
The death of the Kunlun disciple had nothing to do with Jing Jiu, but it still had some influence.
From Zhaoge City to the snowland to the north of the Ink Sea, many people were talking about Jing Jiu. Of course, the Iron Thread Bug that shouldn't have appeared was also mentioned.
"Though we haven't encountered the Iron Thread Bug yet, we are getting close to the forbidden land of the Snowy Kingdom, so we might run into some trouble at any time."
Bai Zao said, "You might have to hang the bell to check the enemies for a long time on the way, which will consume a lot of your spiritual source. Can you handle it?"
The female disciple of the Platanus Sect said, "I need eight hours of rest every day."
"Okay, I'll take your place for eight hours. Thank you for your hard work." Bai Zao looked at the other side and said, "If you encounter the same situation again, you should attack a bit slower to make sure that Big Brother Mo can control it first. The snow bug doesn't have a shell, but its body is covered with sticky liquid, so it's hard to cut it in half."
"Understood."
The disciple of Aoyama, Yao Songshan, was in this group.
This place was a patch of snowy hills. The black shadow of the mountain was intermittently visible in front of them, but it was still a long distance away.
Bai Zao sat down, and her four companions stood around her, listening to her plan carefully.
The snowflakes ruffled the white veil on her face.
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