The Flowing Light Bell was a famous magic treasure of the Zhongzhou School, and it could be considered the most powerful weapon in the fights below the Yuanying State.
These magic treasures were inherited from the distant ancient times, and they were a natural pair, called the North-Time Bell and the Nanping Bell.
The current Sect Master and his wife of the Zhongzhou School had defeated many geniuses of the same generation and killed many demons of the Underworld and monsters of the Snowy Kingdom with this pair of bells when they were young.
Over the years, the North-Time Bell had been in the hands of Lo Huainan, displaying its brilliance and reputation.
It wasn't until now that the crowd realized that the Nanping Bell was in the hands of Bai Zao.
Bai Zao was the only daughter of the Sect Master and his wife of the Zhongzhou School, so she was qualified to hold the Nanping Bell.
Did this mean that the Sect Master and his wife of the Zhongzhou School had reached an agreement to choose Lo Huainan instead of Tong Yan as Bai Zao's Cultivation partner?
If this was true, it would be the most anticipated event in the entire Cultivation circle of Chaotian.
But it was something to be considered later.
The question was, why did Bai Zao suddenly employ the Flowing Light Bell?
It took the young Cultivation practitioners only a short time to come up with this idea.
The Nanping Bell thundered toward the disciple of the Western Sea Sword School.
Whoosh!!!
A violent wind sprang up, and an indescribable air wave and invisible sound wave spread out in all directions of the valley.
The snowflakes danced in the air, and the cliff walls broke into pieces. The energy of heaven and earth had changed accordingly.
The disciple of the Western Sea Sword School was a personal disciple of the sect, so he called out his life sword at the most critical moment to block the attack.
But his flying sword couldn't block a magic treasure of such a high state.
With a sharp sound, the flying sword flew up diagonally and pierced into the hard cliff wall. It penetrated more than two feet into the cliff wall, leaving only the hilt of the sword exposed.
The disciple of the Western Sea Sword School was knocked back a hundred feet and landed on the snowy ground. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face extremely pale.
After being helped up by his fellow disciples, he didn't have the time to check on his injuries or wipe off the blood. His face was full of shock as he looked at the other side and shouted, "Junior Sister Bai! What do you mean by this?! "
The fellow disciple reminded him in a low voice.
He looked at where he had been, and only then did he understand what had happened. His face turned even paler.
A black flying sword hovered there.
If he hadn't forcefully drawn his sword and been sent flying, he would have been silently struck by that black sword.
In other words, without Bai Zao, he would have been dead by now.
That black sword was a little wide and didn't look special, but it didn't have any aura fluctuations, just like a real ghost.
The Western Sea Sword School disciple still had lingering fear and could no longer speak.
The other young cultivators also felt a chill when they saw the black flying sword.
Everyone knew that Jing Jiu had taken first place in the Law Examination, but no one would compare him to people like Lo Huainan and Tong Lu.
He was only at the initial stage of the Undefeated. How strong could he be?
Only now did everyone know how terrifying his sword was.
…
…
Jing Jiu turned his head and glanced at Bai Zao.
In Aoyama, he had heard Gu Qing say that in recent years, the relationship between Zhongzhou School and Western Sea Sword School had gradually improved, and there were even signs of an alliance.
The Zhongzhou School disciples could be seen at the Four-Seas Banquet outside Haizhou City, which was proof of this.
That was probably why Bai Zao made a move.
She was smart. She probably thought that this Nanping Bell not only saved the life of the Western Sea Sword School disciple, but also helped him vent his anger.
But how could you judge that I would be satisfied?
Jing Jiu didn't speak, and there was not much emotion in his eyes.
But Bai Zao accurately understood his meaning.
The cold wind ruffled the white gauze.
She said this in a very low voice that only Jing Jiu could hear.
"Give me some face."
Jing Jiu didn't say anything and called back the black sword.
The Western Sea Sword School disciple glanced at him with hatred, but he didn't dare to provoke him again. He took out his flying sword from the cliff.
Realm strength couldn't convince the crowd, not to mention that this was a Cultivation tournament, not a place for life and death. Many voices sounded.
"Even if you get first in the Cultivation tournament, no one will be convinced by you, because you are a coward and unreasonable. Based on these two points, you will never become Lo Huainan!"
"That's right! Do you think you can shut all of our mouths? Unless you kill us all! "
"What qualifications do you have to inherit the legacy of the Immortal Jingyang!"
Jing Jiu acted as if he didn't hear these voices, and asked, "Did anyone from the Platanus Sect come?"
A young girl looked at her fellow Daoists around her and timidly raised her hand.
Then, another two disciples of the Platanus Sect raised their hands.
The disciples of the Platanus Sect had always played an important role in the Cultivation tournament, so there were always a lot of participants.
Jing Jiu then asked, "What about Ōzawa?"
Someone raised his hand.
There were two cultivators from Ōzawa present.
Jing Jiu said, "We are not from the same sect, so we shouldn't force you to go with us. But the relationship between our three sects is too close. If I don't take you with me, the elders of your sects will say that I didn't help you. That would be too troublesome."
The disciples of the Platanus Sect and Ōzawa were stunned for a while before they understood what he meant, and they were at a loss.
Some disciples of other sects looked at the scene with sympathy, and shouted, "Why? They are not from the Aoyama Sect. "
Jing Jiu ignored this person, and said to the disciples of the Platanus Sect and Ōzawa, "Or, fight with me."
The disciples of the Platanus Sect and Ōzawa eyed each other, and they could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Jing Jiu looked at the crowd again, making sure that there were no monks of the Guocheng Temple or disciples of small sects affiliated with the Aoyama Sect.
Finally, his gaze fell on a young girl.
The clothes of the young girl looked familiar to him, and he must have seen them many times many years ago.
"It's true that Shui Yue Nunnery and Aoyama have a good relationship, but I won't listen to you. If you want to fight, let's fight. Even if you can't defeat me, you can't possibly kill me."
The young girl said this, the disdain in her eyes evident.
Jing Jiu thought that Shui Yue Nunnery's young sister used to be so gentle and lovely, and it wasn't until Lian Sanyue appeared that she developed a temperament that disliked everything in the world.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything, but said to the crowd in the valley, "The rest of you can stay if you want to, or leave if you want to."
The two disciples of the Western Sea Sword School and the disciple of the Kunlun left first, followed by many young Cultivation practitioners.
Some of them were annoyed that they had been delayed for so long because of such an absurd matter, which meant that they would have to kill fewer monsters of the Snowy Kingdom, and their results in the Cultivation tournament would be much worse than before. They couldn't help but curse a few times, and some of them even spat in the direction of Jing Jiu.
The disciples of the Zhongzhou School also left with their respective groups after consulting with Bai Zao.
There were only the disciples of Aoyama left in the valley: the six people who had followed Jing Jiu and Bai Zao since the beginning, and the five young disciples of the Platanus Sect and the Ōzawa Sect.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything more, and started to recuperate.
…
…
In fact, some young disciples who had participated in the Cultivation tournament hadn't left yet on the mountain paths around the valley.
For example, the group of the two disciples of the Western Sea Sword School and the disciple of the Kunlun who had left first.
Someone asked confusedly, "Why don't we leave?"
A disciple of the Western Sea Sword School said in a low voice, "We have been delayed for so long, and it will be night soon. Why don't we camp here?"
The disciple of the Western Sea Sword School who had been injured by the Flowing-light Bell coughed twice, looked down at the valley, and said bitterly, "That's right. We can watch the fun."
The other young Cultivation practitioners were confused, wondering what fun was there to watch?
The disciple of the Western Sea Sword School coughed twice again, and said sarcastically, "They will be blown to death by the Chaotic Wind, and the Aoyama Sect won't come to pick them up. I'd like to see how they are going to leave. Are they going to walk back like stray dogs?"
…
…
Time passed, and the twilight was getting darker.
The young disciples at the bottom of the valley could feel the gazes from the mountains and fields.
The disciple of Liangwang Peak named Lei Il-kyung couldn't stand it anymore. He walked up to Jing Jiu and almost begged, "If you stop the Cultivation Tournament halfway, you will be punished by the school. Even if you are the Senior Master, you can't ignore the school rules, can you?"
Jing Jiu said, "I don't remember there is such a rule in the school rules."
Lei Il-kyung said angrily, "If you want to go back, then just go."
With your speed, it will be hard for you to walk out of this snowland before the accident happens.
Jing Jiu thought to himself, but he didn't bother to explain, so he said directly, "Wait."
Lei Il-kyung waved his hand weakly, and didn't want to say anything more.
The other young people also didn't want to say anything more.
They had been waiting all along.
Now they understood that he had been waiting for the past few days to gather the ten disciples of the Aoyama Sect to participate in the Cultivation tournament.
So what were they waiting for now?
All of a sudden, a huge shadow appeared in the valley.
The young disciples, who had felt uneasy because of Jing Jiu's words, suddenly became nervous. They looked up at the sky and found that the sunlight behind the clouds had disappeared.
It seemed that the night had come early.
Could it be that the strange cold fog had appeared again?
The disciples of Aoyama reacted the fastest. Before Jing Jiu gave the order, nine flying swords whizzed out and formed a sword formation, guarding the four sides.
Some people looked at Bai Zao.
Bai Zao looked at the sky, his expression a bit strange.
The thin clouds suddenly broke.
A huge flying boat appeared in the sight of the crowd along with countless wisps of clouds and turbulence.
The huge boat landed slowly on the ground, bringing with it an unimaginable pressure.
…
…
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.
