The two groups felt it odd as well, so they slowed down before dusk, waiting for Gu Qing and the others to catch up.
"What do you want to do?" asked Tong Lu while staring into Gu Qing's eyes.
"It has nothing to do with you," said Gu Qing.
Tong Lu shot him a cold glance, but didn't say anything.
He came to the snowland to participate in the Cultivation tournament this year for no other purpose than to relive his old memories and to commemorate his friendship with Lo Huainan.
Since it had nothing to do with Tong Lu's group, it must have something to do with Xiang Wanshu of Zhongzhou School.
The gazes shifted back and forth between the two of them; the atmosphere was a bit tense.
Because of the story of Lo Huainan, and because Jing Jiu and Bai Zao didn't come back, the relationship between the Aoyama Sect and Zhongzhou School had reached its best period in history.
However, this process had come to an abrupt end three years ago.
It was because Lo Huainan had died, and the killer was an abandoned disciple of Aoyama. Though this incident had nothing to do with the Aoyama Sect, its influence couldn't be erased.
"May I ask why you are following us, Cultivationist Gu?"
Xiang Wanshu looked at Gu Qing cautiously.
Gu Qing said, "The world is so big; I just want to travel around."
Xiang Wanshu felt helpless, thinking that the Cultivationists on Liangwang Peak all said that Gu Qing had a calm and amiable temperament, but he had inherited the habits of the people of Shenmo Peak.
How could he say such an unreasonable thing so calmly?
Gu Qing felt helpless as well, thinking that if his Master didn't have a magic locator with him, he wouldn't have followed him.
Xiang Wanshu signaled Gu Qing to follow him to a place a bit further away, asking in a hushed voice, "What do you want to do?"
"I want to do whatever you want to do," said Gu Qing.
Xiang Wanshu said, "Their corpses are not necessarily together. Have you forgotten what Big Brother Luo said about the last avalanche? Those are snow worms! "
Gu Qing said, "You mean that they have all been eaten by the snow worms, and now not even a hair can be found?"
Xiang Wanshu was a bit upset, saying, "You said it yourself."
Gu Qing said, "Since your sect's locator can still be used, it means that the snow worms can't digest everything."
Xiang Wanshu said, "That's right. The Ten-Thousand Mile Seal is probably with the locating magic treasure."
Gu Qing patted him on the shoulder and said, "Have you ever thought that my Thoughtless Sword might be together?"
Xiang Wanshu was taken aback, and said, "It makes sense."
Gu Qing looked at the sky and said, "Let's take a rest first. Shall we go together tomorrow?"
"That's fine," said Xiang Wanshu.
With the reputation of the Aoyama Sect and Zhongzhou School, there was no need to worry that the young cultivators participating in the Cultivation tournament would dare to snatch the Ten-Thousand Miles Seal and the Thoughtless Sword. However, they had to be careful.
It was a quiet night.
The morning sun rose, and the people woke up. They suddenly felt that the morning sun was brighter that day than it was a few days ago.
Suddenly, someone yelled and jumped up, pointing to the north.
The people looked toward the north, shocked speechless.
The surrounding black mountains were so clear, and the morning sunlight dyed the sky. The cold fog in the mountains had disappeared overnight!
Gu Qing walked to Xiang Wanshu's side and said with a smile, "Finally, we can go faster."
Xiang Wanshu smiled back, and as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a vibration at his waist.
Lowering his head to look, he saw the small green bamboo board glowing.
The expression on Xiang Wanshu's face changed, and he didn't have time to say anything. He called out a piece of green glass and flew up into the air, turning into a flowing light instantly.
The expression on Gu Qing's face changed slightly, and he rode his sword without hesitation, turning into a flash of sword light in an instant.
Seeing this scene, his companions in the snowland were surprised and curious, wondering what had happened to make him so anxious.
Tong Lu looked at the distance, raising his eyebrows slightly, thinking that Gu Qing's sword light could still catch up with Xiang Wanshu after he employed the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth; could it be that he had already reached the upper state of the Undefeated?
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In the field outside White Town.
Fang Jingtian was looking at the north, the wrinkles on his face illuminated by the morning sun, his eyes still as calm as an ancient well without ripples.
A few miles away, Ren Qianzhu was also looking at the north, his expression grave.
What were these two important figures of the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School looking at?
Suddenly, Fang Jingtian narrowed his eyes.
"Send a message to the Sect Master …"
After a moment of silence, he said to the disciples behind him, "I've found him. Everything is fine."
A moment later, Ren Qianzhu said the same thing to the disciples behind him.
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…
The flowing light from the green glass and the sword light flew toward the outside of the black mountains, separated by a distance of a hundred feet.
"How far is it?" asked Gu Qing.
Xiang Wanshu's spiritual awareness fell on the small green bamboo board, and he said a moment later, "Very far."
No matter how steady Gu Qing's temperament was, he was annoyed, thinking that the magic treasures of the Zhongzhou School were indeed impressive, but difficult to use.
Xiang Wanshu glanced at him, thinking that Jing Jiu had surpassed him less than ten years after he entered the Shenmo Peak, and couldn't help but feel a bit envious.
The former residence of the Immortal Jingyang indeed had a magical aura.
It was unclear whether it was because of the cold fog or something else, but the Chaotic Wind was much quieter.
The two of them took the risk and flew out of the black mountains, arriving at the desolate snowland. The eerie environment didn't slow them down a bit.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, but it didn't give them any warmth, because the coldness in front of them had suddenly increased.
As Gu Qing and Xiang Wanshu landed on the snowland, they found a cliff wall in front of them, extremely steep and bottomless. The most frightening part was that it was filled with the cold fog.
"Where exactly is it?" asked Gu Qing.
Xiang Wanshu held the small green bamboo board tightly and felt it for a moment, then pointed to a spot on the cliff wall in the cold fog, saying, "Right there."
"Is she still alive?" asked Gu Qing in a trembling voice.
"Big Sister is still alive!" yelled Xiang Wanshu, his face full of joy.
"Ah!" Gu Qing let out a joyful cry.
Xiang Wanshu's mind was occupied by the pleasant surprise, but he still felt it strange, wondering why Xiang Wanshu was happier than he was when he only knew that Big Sister was still alive, but he didn't know about Jing Jiu's condition.
Gu Qing didn't know what Xiang Wanshu was thinking, but his logic was clear. Since his Big Sister Bai Zao was still alive, how could his Master be dead?
"What are you hesitating for?!" he yelled. "Let's save them."
Xiang Wanshu said, "The cold fog is blocking the entrance of the cave; how can we save them?"
Gu Qing asked, "How deep is it if we break through the mountain directly?"
Xiang Wanshu observed the cliff wall and said, "It's about thirty yards away. If we break through it from here, it might collapse. It's too dangerous."
Gu Qing didn't want to negotiate with this bookworm any longer, riding his sword and retreating a few hundred yards away. Sitting cross-legged in the snow, he extended his sword fingers swiftly!
The flying sword slashed toward the surface of the snowland!
Whoosh!!!
A great deal of ice and snow and hard soil were cut open by the flying sword, and a trench several feet deep appeared on the ground.
Xiang Wanshu understood what Jing Jiu meant after a moment of bewilderment. He flew back hastily and sat cross-legged by Jing Jiu's side, activating his spiritual awareness and calling out the magic treasures to attack the surface of the snowland!
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…
The young Cultivation practitioners participating in the Cultivation tournament received the news and rushed over one after another, and they saw a strange scene.
Xiang Wanshu and Gu Qing sat cross-legged in the snow, their eyes closed.
The sword lights and flowing lights bombarded the ground incessantly, and a deep trench about ten feet wide had been dug out on the surface of the snowland, leading to the deep underground.
What were they doing?
Young Yuan was the first to react, calling out his flying sword and slashing it toward the ground with a strange cry. Soon after, the disciples of Aoyama and Zhongzhou School also realized what was going on, calling out their flying swords and magic treasures to attack the ground. Even the disciples of other sects had figured out what was going on, and started to help.
Tong Lu didn't help, standing in the distance and looking at the increasingly deep and long trench. His expression was complicated, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Because they were worried that the cliff wall would collapse, Gu Qing and Xiang Wanshu chose a shallow angle, which meant that they had to dig a long slope. Moreover, the underground of the snowland had been eroded by the cold fog all year round, so it was frozen solid, especially those rocks, which were as hard as steel. Even the sharp flying swords and powerful magic treasures couldn't do much damage to them. Fortunately, more and more young Cultivation practitioners came to the scene, and it took them a few hours to get close to the edge of the cliff.
Gu Qing and Xiang Wanshu held on for the longest time. Zhen Yuan had used up too much energy, his face pale.
A crack appeared on the cliff wall at the end of the trench.
"Be careful!" Gu Qing yelled.
No sooner had he said this than the crack expanded at a visible speed. The heavy rocks fell down, giving off a deep thud.
The young Cultivation practitioners stepped back in tandem.
Gu Qing, Xiang Wanshu, and Young Yuan walked to the front of the crowd.
The crack grew larger and larger, until the upper half of the cliff wall had collapsed!
Boom!!! The snowland quaked, and the rocks on the ground rolled everywhere. The smoke and dust rose up, covering the sky.
After a long while, the smoke and dust had finally dispersed.
Countless gazes were fixed in that direction.
There was a hole there.
An iron sword was inserted into the hole, burning incessantly, looking like a torch that would never be extinguished in the dark night.
Inside the burning iron sword, there was a bamboo chair.
Looking at the bamboo chair, Gu Qing's eyes were a bit moist.
Lying on the bamboo chair, Jing Jiu looked at the crowd.
His line of sight moved up and fell on Gu Qing.
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