The silk of the cocoon was pulled longer and longer, floating in the air. The snow cocoon was pulled by the force, spinning slowly, and then spinning faster and faster.
More and more golden and jade-like cocoon silk was pulled out, filling the whole cliff cave, looking like the burning snow under the setting sun.
In the end, all the silk of the snow cocoon had been pulled out, revealing the scene inside.
Bai Zao was sitting cross-legged in the air amidst the silk of the snow cocoon. She landed slowly, her eyes still closed.
On the way down, she opened her eyes slowly and woke up, standing on the ground with her feet on the ground.
A fresh energy came out from her body and spread in all directions, bringing up a gentle wind. The silk of the cocoon danced faster and faster, until it broke into pieces and flew in all directions like moths, disappearing into the nothingness.
She walked toward the outside of the cave, her white dress fluttering, looking like a fairy lady.
Seeing this scene, the people outside the cave were shocked speechless.
Sensing the energy, Xiang Wanshu couldn't help but feel delighted. "Congratulations, Big Sister!" he said while bowing to her.
The disciples of Zhongzhou School bowed to her.
The congratulatory voices could be heard from the crowd in the distance.
Bai Zao had reached the upper limit of the Golden Pill State!
It was almost a myth that one could survive in such a cold and cruel environment, not to mention continue cultivating and breaking through the state.
It was now that Bai Zao woke up and understood the situation.
Yet, she didn't talk to Xiang Wanshu or his colleagues, but looked at the crowd.
Finally, her line of sight fell outside the crowd.
The crowd parted to form a path.
At the end of this path was Jing Jiu.
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Lo Huainan had died three years ago.
The story he told was still remembered by many people.
In that story, there was a needless need for words to go through life and death together, a strong bond, and a pair of young Cultivation practitioners who hadn't become Cultivation partners yet.
Bai Zao walked toward Jing Jiu.
Xiang Wanshu and other disciples of Zhongzhou School were worried, following behind her.
The crowd parted to form a wider path.
Bai Zao came before Jing Jiu and bowed to the ground, saying nothing.
This was a big gesture.
Indeed, there was no need for words. People roughly understood what was going on.
Xiang Wanshu and other disciples of the Zhongzhou School bowed to Jing Jiu to express their gratitude.
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The cold fog didn't retreat any further, hovering in front of the cliff without dispersing. In addition, the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting had come to an end because of such a significant event.
None of the young disciples who participated in the Cultivation tournament expressed any dissatisfaction. They left the snowland on the same day on the Cloud Boat of Zhongzhou School.
All the important figures of the Cultivation circle were waiting in the field; even the Duke Of He had come from Zhaoge City overnight.
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the cloud boat slowly landed on the plains.
Jing Jiu and Bai Zao walked in front of the crowd.
Behind them was White City. The two of them were dressed in white.
Looking at this scene, Duke Of He revealed a gratified smile on his face. He whispered a few words to Fang Jingtian and Ren Qianzhu beside him, causing the people around them to laugh.
The people waiting in the field cheered.
In such a cold world, the person whom the whole of Chaotian thought to be dead had survived; this was a legend.
Moreover, the story of Lo Huainan had made the image of Jing Jiu and Bai Zao as a couple deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Gu Qing shot a glance at Young Yuan, thinking that he was his Master.
Young Yuan felt indignant, thinking that he was his Master.
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The courtyard in the field was no different from six years ago. It looked brand new after being cleaned by magic.
There were no other people in the quiet courtyard. Even the disciples of Aoyama and Zhongzhou School were kept outside.
The only people here were the important figures of the Cultivation circle, such as Duke Of He and Fang Jingtian. They needed to find out what had happened to Jing Jiu and Bai Zao.
It all started from the story of Lo Huainan.
Bai Zao shot a glance at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu said, "It's not important."
Duke Of He thought of something, but didn't ask further.
The rest of the sect masters and elders of various sects were not idiots since they had reached their current Cultivation states. Though they didn't know what Bai Zao's silence and Jing Jiu's statement meant, they didn't ask further since it was likely to be related to Zhongzhou School.
Monk Duhai asked concernedly, "How did you two survive?"
If this question were asked by anyone else, it would be misunderstood as a provocation or something else; but nobody would doubt the intention of the Principal Justice of Guocheng Temple.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
Bai Zao shot a glance at Jing Jiu and said, "After being trapped in the cliff cave, I was seriously injured and my Jindan was about to break. Big Brother Jing Jiu used the Sword Fire to warm me up and taught me the Cultivation Method. I meditated and didn't wake up until today."
It was not until then that Ren Qianzhu realized that the beloved daughter of the sect master had encountered such a problem. He asked worriedly, "How is she now?"
"She's fine now," Bai Zao said in a low voice.
The sect masters and elders of various sects were shocked speechless, wondering what kind of disaster it was to have the Jindan broken, and how could it be healed by itself in such a cold environment?
Duke Of He was very curious, asking, "What kind of Cultivation Method is so magical?"
As soon as he said it, he realized he had made a slip of the tongue. The Cultivation Method was the biggest secret of a Cultivation practitioner, so how could it be mentioned casually? So he waved his hand hurriedly to signal Bai Zao to ignore it.
Bai Zao used such a simple sentence to describe being trapped in the cold fog for six years. But if one thought about it carefully, one would naturally understand the difficulties and dangers involved.
Many people turned to look at Jing Jiu.
The cold fog was so powerful. If he wanted to use the Sword Fire to warm up the cliff cave, wouldn't he have to stop for even a moment? Zhen Yuan's Sword Fire was consumed so quickly, but he actually managed to hold on for six years?
How abundant was his Sword Source? How strong was his willpower? It was truly unimaginable.
"My friend Jing is indeed a genius in swordsmanship of the Aoyama Sect," Duke Of He praised.
The others also exclaimed in admiration, but they also felt a bit regretful.
In these six years, Jing Jiu had to ensure that the Sword Fire would not be extinguished, so he naturally couldn't cultivate. Presumably, his Cultivation state had stagnated.
"What state are you in now?"
It was Fang Jingtian who asked.
Jing Jiu glanced at him and said, "The Undefeated Middle School."
The influential figures thought it was as they expected, feeling even more regretful.
"Hurry up and take a rest. The path of Cultivation is long and endless. Six years of delay is nothing."
Duke Of He patted Jing Jiu's shoulder to comfort him.
Jing Jiu glanced at the hand on his shoulder, feeling a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything.
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In the field outside White Town.
In the courtyard.
Sitting in a bamboo chair, Jing Jiu looked at Gu Qing and Young Yuan in front of him and asked, "Did Fang Jingtian behave strangely on the way here?"
Young Yuan felt a bit uneasy, thinking that even though Jing Jiu was the personal disciple of Senior Grandmaster Jingyang and of the same generation, it was still inappropriate for him to call the Master of Xilai Peak by his name. What if his colleagues in the front yard heard it?
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