The cold wind was howling, and the temperature in the valley was extremely low. Even though these young disciples were cultivators, it was still difficult for them to endure the cold. They were all standing behind rocks or in caves. Their discussions were also cut off by the cold wind.
"Why do we have to wait for another day? He won the first place in the Cultivation tournament. We still have a long way to go. We have to hurry. "
"You guys should be grateful. It's only been one day. We have already wasted four days on our way here to meet up with your teams."
"Damn it. Why do we have to stop when he says so?"
Everyone knew this was Jing Jiu's idea.
If Jing Jiu was not from Aoyama and had a high status, and had the support of Bai Zao, the crowd would have already started a fight.
Even the disciples of Aoyama felt frustrated, but they did not dare to say anything.
"What are you trying to do? Is it because you think something big is going to happen, so you want to gather more people? "
Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and asked softly.
Something big must have happened in the Snow Country, and there might be great danger ahead.
But Jing Jiu did not want to unite all the forces that could be united to fight against the unknown danger.
"Let's wait for another half a day," he said to Bai Zao.
Bai Zao had already guessed his intention through the journey in the past few days.
Jing Jiu knew the routes and speed of each team. His route arrangement could ensure that they would meet these teams in the shortest time possible.
Bai Zao had calculated that if they waited for another half a day in this valley, they would meet two more teams.
Just like before, there was also one disciple of Aoyama in each of the two teams.
The sun left the middle of the sky. The cold wind became stronger, and the temperature dropped.
The young disciples' discussions gradually quieted down. They began to meditate and regulate their breath to fight against the cold and recover from Zhen Yuan.
The atmosphere in the valley did not calm down because of the silence. Instead, it became more and more depressing and anxious. Even the cold wind could not disperse the atmosphere.
An hour later, a team arrived at the valley and was asked to stay.
When the setting sun was still a palm's length away from the mouth of the gorge, the last team arrived.
At this time, there were a total of ten teams in the canyon, with a total of forty-five people.
Bai Zao glanced at Jing Jiu.
"If everyone is here, then speak. Just based on your seniority, battle achievements, reputation, and my reputation, it's impossible for them to stay. "
Sure enough, the long wait had exhausted the patience of these young people, and the atmosphere in the canyon became a little restless.
A disciple from an unknown sect shouted, "The sun is about to set, why aren't you leaving?"
Jing Jiu did not look at the dozens of young faces that were filled with questions or anger.
He said to Bai Zao, "Send a message to the Nishiyama House. I demand to stop the Cultivation tournament and recall all the disciples immediately."
…
…
At the highest point of the Nishiyama House, clouds and mist were still lingering, but the whole peak seemed to be on fire as dusk was approaching. The heads of various sects were still discussing why Jing Jiu wanted to stop with the dozens of young disciples, and whether they should send a message or punish them, when they suddenly received a message from the snowland.
The Cultivation tournament had encountered an unprecedented challenge.
It was not because the disciples participating in the Cultivation tournament had encountered a sudden change of heaven and earth, but because such a thing had never happened before.
No one had even thought about it.
"Jing Jiu demands to stop the Cultivation tournament immediately and recall all the young disciples."
Duke Of He's face was a bit pale.
The Sect Leader of Kunlun's face was as cold as frost, and he scolded angrily, "Is this guy crazy?"
If it were any other time, Nan Wang would definitely retort. But at this time, she was a bit shocked by Jing Jiu's request, so she did not say anything.
The heads of various sects looked at each other, speechless, and they all thought it was ridiculous.
Even if Jing Jiu was a genius in swordsmanship cultivated by the Sword Sect of Aoyama, and even if he was the personal disciple of the Immortal Jingyang, he was only a young disciple participating in the Cultivation tournament. What qualifications did he have, and where did he get the courage to make such an absurd request?
The Elder of Zhongzhou School thought it was a bit weird, and he glanced at Nan Wang and asked, "Why did he make such a request?"
Duke Of He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "He said he didn't feel well."
The Elder of Zhongzhou School looked a bit surprised, and asked, "That's all?"
Duke Of He sighed, and said, "Yes, there is no other reason."
The Sect Leader of Kunlun sneered, "He wants to stop the Cultivation tournament because he doesn't feel well? Who does he think he is? "
The monster invasion two hundred years ago was the only time the Cultivation tournament had ended prematurely, and it was confirmed that there would be no monster invasion this year.
The Cultivation tournament was halfway through, and the participating disciples went deep into the snowland. Chaotic winds were everywhere in the sky. If the Cultivation tournament was to be stopped and the participants were brought back immediately, the sect-guarding celestial treasures of various sects would have to be used. The point was, even if it could be done, why would the Cultivation world make such a big move just because of Jing Jiu's words?
Was it because of the cold fog that occasionally appeared these days, or was it because of the Iron Thread Bug that had never appeared again?
Even if it was as Bai Zao had predicted, that the Snowy Kingdom was really in trouble, and the snow monsters hiding deep under the snowland had retreated, what did it have to do with the Cultivation tournament?
"No matter why he went crazy, he must be punished for violating the rules so blatantly."
The Sect Leader of Kunlun said coldly, "I demand that Jing Jiu be disqualified from the tournament."
The expression on Nan Wang's face became even more ghastly.
…
…
The Cultivation tournament would not be stopped just because of Jing Jiu's words.
Just as the Sect Leader of Kunlun had said, he did not have the status or the qualification.
The current situation had become what kind of punishment should be given to Jing Jiu for his reckless behavior.
If it had been an ordinary disciple of another sect who had made such a request, he would have been disqualified and punished severely afterward.
The problem was that Jing Jiu was the Youngest Uncle of Aoyama.
His seniority was there.
And he should have been the champion of this year's Cultivation tournament.
More importantly, everybody was aware of the Young Zen Master's concern for him.
The Sect Leaders and Elders of various sects in the Nishiyama House all went to the Net Perception Temple.
Only Zen Master could decide what kind of punishment should be given to Jing Jiu.
There were seats in a small courtyard deep in the Net Perception Temple, and there was tea on the table.
But no one took a seat. They looked at the window, waiting for Zen Master to speak.
After an unknown amount of time, a voice came from the window.
"Did Jing Jiu restrict the actions of the participants? Or did he do anything? If he didn't do anything, then what reason should we use to punish him? "
Hearing this, the Sect Leader of Kunlun's expression became somewhat ugly. He said, "Are we just going to let him talk nonsense like this?"
"Since we know it's nonsense, then what's the point of paying attention to it?"
After saying this, there was no more sound from behind the window.
Duke Of He understood what Zen Master meant. With a bitter laugh, he said to the crowd, "Forget it. Let's just treat it as the nonsense of the youngsters. In any case, he can't stop the Cultivation tournament. Which young disciple will listen to him?"
…
…
Just as Duke Of He had said, no one would listen to Jing Jiu.
After understanding Jing Jiu's meaning, the cold valley instantly became noisy.
Dozens of pairs of eyes fell on Jing Jiu. They were shocked and complicated.
In their eyes, Jing Jiu, who had won the champion of the Cultivation tournament, was a genius swordsman worthy of respect. But now, when they looked at Jing Jiu, it was as if they were looking at a madman.
"Why did you stop the Cultivation tournament in advance?"
A staid monk from the Baotong Zen Temple asked.
Jing Jiu said, "I have a bad feeling. There seems to be danger ahead."
Hearing this, the crowd was even more in an uproar.
An angry voice rang out.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
