The morning sun peeked out for a while, but it was soon swallowed by the clouds.
It was unclear if it was because it was too cold, but the color of the morning sun was a bit pale, looking rather lethargic.
Zhao Layue walked to the front of White Town and turned her head to look at the north.
The snowland was right in front of her, and Jing Jiu was inside; but she couldn't get in.
In her current Cultivation state, it would be useless even if she went there. She would die before she could pass through the patch of cold fog.
She needed help at the moment, but the Aoyama Sect wouldn't allow her to get in, so they wouldn't help her. As such, she had no choice but to find that person.
Yuan Qijing didn't want to talk to her last night, but she pointed out the matter. As a result, Yuan Qijing pointed out a path for her.
That path led to a temple.
There was only one temple in White Town, and it was easy to find.
She walked to the front of the temple, thinking that she would see that person; but she saw Guo Dong first, feeling surprised.
Sitting on the doorsill, Guo Dong was lost in thought.
A pair of couplets were hung on both sides of the temple gate.
"Save the suffering, save the mortals, and pray to the Buddha and the Daoists."
This pair of couplets might have a profound meaning, but Zhao Layue didn't think about it. She walked toward the inside of the temple.
As she passed by Guo Dong, she asked, "Have you recovered from your wound?"
Zhao Layue uttered "hmm" and walked to the front of the golden Buddha statue, narrowing her eyes.
Though the sunlight was dim, it was still a bit dazzling after being reflected by the golden paint.
The golden Buddha statue looked stout, his belly exposed, his smiling face squinting slightly.
Her gaze fell on the broadsword in front of the Buddha statue.
The iron broadsword was as long as the beam of a room, and it was indescribably heavy.
Thinking of the rumors about this broadsword, Zhao Layue's eyes grew brighter, giving birth to a glimmer of hope.
Yet, where was the owner of this broadsword?
She turned around and walked to the front of the temple gate, asking, "What is going on?"
"She is giving birth," said Guo Dong.
Zhao Layue was taken aback, asking, "Who?"
"The Queen of the Snowy Kingdom," replied Guo Dong.
Zhao Layue asked after a moment of silence, "What is the fog?"
"That mist is her blood Qi." Looking at the fog in the north, Guo Dong said, "This is the most important moment in her life. As such, she summoned all of her tribesmen back at the expense of her blood and energy. It's because she doesn't want to be disturbed. Of course, she won't initiate the provocation."
Zhao Layue said, "I've read in a book that it's very painful for a woman to give birth. She will become very weak."
Guo Dong said, "I've read about it in a book. I went to see it once out of curiosity. It's indeed very painful, and the pregnant woman will become weaker. I'm wondering if this is the weakest moment in her long life."
Zhao Layue said, "In that case, why don't you summon all the cultivators in the Cultivation world to enter the snowland and kill her?"
"First of all, she hasn't given birth yet. She hasn't reached her weakest state yet. No one knows how many years we have to wait."
Guo Dong said, "Even if she had given birth, how many guys do you think would dare to go inside and kill her?"
Zhao Layue didn't understand. Wasn't this the best opportunity for the human race?
"If we summon all the swordsmen of the human race, we can kill her even without those old guys of the deviant sects, even if she hasn't given birth yet."
Guo Dong lifted her head and said calmly, "The problem is that ninety percent of the participants will die. Who would be willing to give up the path to longevity to risk their lives?"
"But someone has to do it," said Zhao Layue.
Hearing this, Guo Dong let out a faint smile, feeling gratified.
Many, many years ago, she acted like what Zhao Layue was doing now. She contacted the strongest swordsmen of various sects and told them her plan.
She even went to the back of the Cloud-Dream Mountain and the hermit peaks of Aoyama.
However, nobody responded to her except that idiot.
Jingyang's answer was the best.
It was so good that she hadn't seen him since that day.
"Over the years, only that idiot has been risking his life here. Have you ever seen them come here?"
Sitting on the doorsill, Guo Dong said this with a disdainful expression while pointing to those important figures of the Cultivation world behind the clouds.
"Who are you?" Zhao Layue asked while looking at her.
She had such an attitude toward the important figures like the Sect Master of Zhongzhou School, the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, and Yuan Qijing, and described the Broadsword King as an idiot. It was impossible for her to be a young disciple of Shui Yue Nunnery.
Guo Dong didn't answer.
A sigh broke out in the temple.
Guo Dong didn't heed it.
Zhao Layue turned around, but she still didn't see anybody, and she couldn't tell where the voice came from.
"I understand why you are here, but I can't help you."
The voice was deep and bright, echoing in the temple. It seemed to come from everywhere, but it also seemed that something was missing, making those who heard it feel frustrated.
Though she didn't see anybody, Zhao Layue knew who he was.
She bowed to the person in the temple earnestly, saying, "Zhao Layue of Aoyama greets the Master Broadsword King."
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The owner of the voice in the temple was the Broadsword King.
He was the successor of experiencing the mortal world three generations ago at the Guocheng Temple. He came to the north under the order to join the Windy-Broadsword Church.
He won first place in the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting as a regular disciple of the Windy-Broadsword Church, but he didn't want to return to the Guocheng Temple to inherit the legacy of the Chief Monk.
In the following years, the weak Windy-Broadsword Church suppressed the Kunlun Sect and became the most powerful Cultivation sect in the north of Chaotian.
He himself became one of the most powerful swordsmen in the Cultivation world.
What was more impressive was that he had never left White Town since he came to it.
Over the years, he led the followers and cooperated with the Northern Magic Army to resist the invasion of the monsters of the Snowy Kingdom.
He was the only person in the world who dared fight against the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom, and he never stopped fighting.
Over the years, he had fought with that being many times, and he had been severely wounded and nearly killed many times, but he had never given up.
He guarded the wind and snow alone.
He became a Saint.
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The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had a very high Cultivation state, comparable to that of a god, which was why he was called the Godly Swordsman. The sword sects like the Aoyama Sect and the No-Mercy Sect had never been convinced by his title.
Yet, nobody in Chaotian dared be convinced by the title of the Broadsword King.
Otherwise, it would be you.
Besides the Immortal Jingyang, few people could win the respect of Zhao Layue.
To be frank, she didn't even think highly of the likes of the Sect Master of Aoyama and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean.
She had merely lived a few more years.
If she could live a few more years, it was hard to say who would be more powerful.
She was convinced by the Broadsword King.
It was because she couldn't do such a thing.
As such, she bowed to him earnestly and humbly.
The Broadsword King said, "Since the Peak Master is the personal disciple of the Immortal Jingyang, you can meet me as an equal."
Zhao Layue straightened her body and asked, "Forgive me for asking directly, but why can't you help me?"
If someone dared enter the snowland and bring Jing Jiu out, it would be the Broadsword King.
He had both the courage and the ability to do so.
"I've known her for so many years, but I've never seen her in such a state of mind. She's extremely sensitive, easily angered, and irascible … I have a feeling that even the slightest movement that causes her to misunderstand, let alone probing or provoking her, she will launch the most violent counterattack. To be precise, she may go crazy. In that case, even if those beings in the sky are willing to help us, if we really kill her, at least half of the entire human world will die with her. If we don't do anything now, the northern land will have a period of peace. She will have to raise a child, so she will be busy. As such, the period of peace will be longer. "
Having heard this, Zhao Layue fell silent for a long time.
In comparison to the peace that would last for a few decades or even longer in the North Land, the important figures, let alone Jing Jiu and Bai Zao, were not worth mentioning.
"Should we just wait like this? What if she gives birth to the child? At that time, the human race may have to face two queens. "
"The world of the Snowy Kingdom is simpler than ours. There can only be one queen. After she raises the child, I believe they will fight among themselves to determine the winner. If the winner still wants to go south, I will fight with her."
"If you don't dare to go in now, can you defeat her in the future?"
Everything was reasonable, but she still felt uncomfortable. Even if it was the Broadsword King, she still wanted to mock him.
The Broadsword King's voice was very calm, even a little stupid.
"I can't defeat her, not in this life … but I still have to fight."
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Zhao Layue had nothing to say.
The Broadsword King's voice did not ring out again.
She walked back to the door of the temple and sat on the threshold. Looking at the snowland in the north, she said softly, "Are we just going to wait like this?"
She had asked the same question before. That time, she was talking about the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom. This time, she was talking about Jing Jiu.
"That patch of fog is too cold. Nobody can survive in it. So we don't have to wait. But we have to pretend that we are worried and want to do something."
Guo Dong said, "Just wait and see. All of them will leave in a few days, and the excitement in White Town will die down."
Zhao Layue said, "But Jing Jiu is not dead yet."
Guo Dong said, "He is either dead or dying. Either way, he is dead."
Zhao Layue said, "No, he won't die even if you all die."
Having said that, it became quiet in the temple.
Two young girls sat on the threshold.
The Golden Buddha looked at them.
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The cold fog covered the snowland.
The spiritual boats of various sects had left one after another.
Zhao Layue asked Gu Qing and Young Yuan to leave on the Aoyama Sword Boat, but she stayed behind.
White Town grew colder and colder.
Autumn had just arrived, but it had snowed a few times. The wells in the town were all frozen, and it was hard for the fire beds to keep warm. Even the most devout believers were forced to leave.
Guo Dong had left as well.
Zhao Layue was still sitting on the threshold.
It was still cold in the spring after the winter.
The fog on the snowland didn't lessen until the midsummer arrived. Finally, White Town felt a bit warmer.
The well water melted, and the pear flowers bloomed all over the town. Jing Jiu hadn't come back yet.
Zhao Layue stood up, her black braid hanging down, much longer than last year.
She pulled up her braid and cut it off slightly, throwing it on the ground, and then left.
Her short hair was messy as the wind rose.
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