Gu Qing was taken aback, and then he couldn't help but laugh out.
Young Yuan wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
The rest of the disciples of Aoyama yelled with a smile, "Greetings to Senior Master!"
The disciples of other sects also laughed.
Hahahaha!
The cheerful laughter echoed in the snowland, and the cold fog on the other side of the cliff wall seemed to have retreated a bit.
The disciples of Zhongzhou School were also very happy, but why didn't they see their Big Sister?
Xiang Wanshu dashed toward the inside of the cave. He cupped his hands to greet Jing Jiu when he passed by him.
Gu Qing walked into the cave and knelt down before Jing Jiu, knocking his head on the ground.
"Get up," said Jing Jiu.
Gu Qing got up and looked at Jing Jiu's face. He was surprised to find that Jing Jiu was thinner than before.
If he were a regular Cultivation practitioner, he would have some problems after being isolated from the outside world for six years, even if he didn't freeze to death.
Cultivating without eating couldn't solve all the problems.
Yet, Gu Qing knew that his Master didn't need it.
His sight fell on Jing Jiu's cloth, and he was startled again.
This white cloth from the top of the Shenmo Peak could resist the attacks of water and fire, and the common flying swords couldn't even break it. But it was badly damaged, with many cuts on the edges.
How did he survive the six years if the cold fog was so formidable?
Gu Qing couldn't care less about it. He released his Sword Discernment to check Jing Jiu's body even though he knew it was an offense. Gu Qing was even more shocked.
Jing Jiu's Sword Source was almost exhausted, and his body was extremely weak.
Gu Qing approached him hastily and held his hand.
He had intended to ask Jing Jiu why he didn't use the Thoughtless Sword to cut open the cliff wall after hearing their voices, instead of enduring the deafening noises. Was it because Jing Jiu thought it would look good to appear on the bamboo chair?
Now he realized that Jing Jiu couldn't move at all.
"Hundred-herb Pill!" Gu Qing yelled in a low voice.
Young Yuan had already entered the cave. Hearing this, he hurried to take out the elixir.
Jing Jiu took the pill and swallowed it. Seeing the anxious expressions on their faces, he was touched and prepared to explain that he was fine.
Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the cave.
Gu Qing and Young Yuan turned around and were also shocked by what they saw.
Leaning against the stone wall, there was a layer of translucent leather. It covered a large area, and from the lines on it, it looked like the corpse of a withered snow worm.
If it was this big after it dried up, then how terrifying would it have been when it was alive?
However, it was not the snow worm that caused the disciples of the Provincial Sect to cry out in surprise, but an object in the corner of the cliff cave.
It was something similar to a cocoon, formed by countless extremely thin silk threads. Those silk threads were like gold or jade, and even with divine sense, it was impossible to tell what material they were made of.
Through the fine threads, he could vaguely see a figure sitting cross-legged in the cocoon, seemingly adjusting his breathing and circulating his energy.
Who else could it be?
That figure was none other than Bai Zao, whom the disciples of the Zhongzhou School had been searching for.
At the moment, Bai Zao's condition was obviously different, as if he was practicing a special magic method. Xiang Wanshu and the other disciples of the Zhongzhou School didn't dare act recklessly, and they didn't dare use the magic treasures either. They had asked a disciple to use the Broken Golden Shuttle to try to break one of the silk threads.
Unexpectedly, the silk thread that looked like gold or jade didn't break, but a crack appeared on the surface of the Broken Golden Shuttle. It was at this moment that the surprised cry came out.
The disciples of the Zhongzhou School looked at Jing Jiu.
He was the only one who knew what was going on.
"It's okay," said Jing Jiu. "He'll be out in two days."
Hearing this, Xiang Wanshu and the others felt relieved, but they were still worried. They sent the message back to the outside of White Town, and started setting up the formation outside the cave to strengthen the defense.
The disciples of the Zhongzhou School explained the current situation to the young Cultivation practitioners of other sects, expressing their gratitude and asking for their understanding, though they didn't tell them the details.
Those young Cultivation practitioners understood and expressed that it was okay. They even volunteered to patrol the outer part of the cave.
Tong Lu was still standing in the distance, looking at the busy cliff cave in the deep end of the tunnel, feeling more and more complicated.
In the cliff cave, Gu Qing suddenly found that the iron sword was still burning, so he reminded Jing Jiu hastily.
Jing Jiu willed it to extinguish the flame on the iron sword.
Looking at the iron sword, he felt a bit uncomfortable.
Having been burning for six years, he had gotten used to the iron sword being a torch, and he even felt that the iron sword should be like that.
It was then that he remembered that the iron sword didn't have a flame.
A gust of wind came in from the outside of the cliff cave, and he realized that not all the wind was so cold.
Thinking of all this, he fell asleep.
Gu Qing and Young Yuan stayed by his side the entire time, not leaving his side for even an inch.
It was unclear whether it was because of the effect of the Hundred-herb Pill, or because the cold fog had left, but Jing Jiu's face had gradually turned ruddy.
He woke up in the deepest part of the night, and found that the surroundings were no longer as quiet as they had been in the past six years. Instead, there were many whispers.
He checked his body to make sure that he was alright, got up from the bamboo chair, and walked out of the cave.
Gu Qing and Young Yuan were also extremely tired, dozing against the bamboo chair. Hearing the noise, they immediately woke up and got up.
"You two stay here. Don't go too far. I'm going out to relax my body."
Jing Jiu said.
Gu Qing didn't want to give in. Holding his arm, he looked at the disciples of Zhongzhou School in the cave and said in a low voice, "Master, your sword source is almost gone."
Jing Jiu said, "It's always like this. It's okay."
He was telling the truth.
The cold fog slowed down everything in heaven and earth. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to have solidified, making it difficult to sense and absorb.
He calculated clearly that when the cold fog was at its thickest, the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the cliff cave was less than three percent of what it used to be.
He had to maintain the temperature in the cliff cave with the sword fire. Zhen Yuan consumed a lot of spiritual energy, so he couldn't keep Zhen Yuan recovering at this speed. Therefore, he could only use as much as he could recover. In other words, during the past six years, his Zhen Yuan had never been full. It could even be said that it had always been operating at the lowest level with difficulty.
The cold fog also had something to do with the weakness of his body, because everything would slow down. But it really didn't matter. He just needed to move around for a while to recover.
Gu Qing was still worried about Jing Jiu, and wouldn't let him walk alone in the darkness of the night.
Jing Jiu had no choice but to let him follow him.
Gu Qing signaled Young Yuan to guard the cave with his eyes, and supported Jing Jiu to walk out of the cave.
Several disciples of Zhongzhou School were maintaining the formation outside the cave. Seeing Jing Jiu, they quickly stood up and bowed to him.
Supporting Jing Jiu, Gu Qing walked out of the ramp and came to the snowland.
Seeing them, the young cultivators who participated in the Cultivation tournament also stood up.
This was their respect for Jing Jiu.
Regardless of the story told by Luo Huainan, the fact that he could survive in such a dreadful cold fog for six years made him worthy of everyone's respect.
What shocked these young cultivators more was that Jing Jiu was so calm after being rescued that he didn't seem to care about all the sufferings. Who wouldn't admire his willpower?
What they didn't know was that Jing Jiu was used to such a secluded life, and he was not used to the hustle and bustle of the night.
Somewhere in the snowland, there was no one around. The dark clouds strangely dispersed, sprinkling starlight on the ground. The ground was so white that it was dazzling.
Jing Jiu glanced at Gu Qing.
Knowing that the masters of various sects would arrive soon, Gu Qing had to finish his story as soon as possible in case his master made a wrong judgment because he didn't know what had happened in the past six years.
First, Jing Jiu retold the story told by Luo Huainan in the shortest and most accurate way possible.
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