He had already turned into ashes. Liu Shisui kowtowed a few times, and so did Xiao He.
Liu Shisui picked up the fan from the ashes and put it on his waist, looking at the short sword in the sky.
The short sword flew to his front, its tip slightly drooping as if it was feeling sorry for itself, as if it felt useless.
Liu Shisui didn't say anything, but motioned for Xiao He to lie on his back.
Xiao He shook her head, thinking that he was also badly injured. How could he carry her down such a steep cliff?
The short sword fell on Liu Shisui's hand, turning back into a bracelet.
Liu Shisui understood what it meant, so he carried Xiao He on his back.
The bracelet flew up, pulling his arm, and drifted down the cliff.
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It didn't take long before a scholar flew in from the outside of the mountain and landed outside the manor cave.
This scholar was also wearing a blue robe, but it was very new, as blue as the deep sea.
This person looked gentle, gentle, but not weak. He had an extraordinary bearing, giving people a feeling of unfathomable depth.
Looking at the ashes outside the manor cave, the scholar remained silent for a long time. Then he sighed and said, "Have a safe journey, Martial Nephew."
Having said that, he walked back to the cliff's edge, clasped his hands behind his back, and leaped into the air, flying toward the West Ocean.
The surface of the sea outside Haizhou City was billowing like a pile of snow. Heaven and earth were filled with all kinds of energies, and the wind was howling incessantly.
Hundreds of flying swords hovered in the wind, surrounding the Cloud Platform.
Some distance away, there were countless cultivators riding on magic tools.
The cloud that had never dispersed all year round finally changed today. Countless turbulence appeared on its surface, which was pulled by an invisible force toward the surface of the sea and the ground, looking like a tornado.
When the cloud touched the ground, it became fog. Haizhou City and the surrounding villages were all shrouded in fog, blocking the mortals' sight.
Only the Wind and Rain Magic of Ōzawa could create such a wonderful scene, and the person who could mobilize so many clouds and fog must be a real swordsman.
The scholar flew in that direction while thinking about all these things.
Regardless of whether it was the cultivators riding on their artifacts or the Aoyama disciples riding on their swords, they all made way and bowed. Those who didn't know the identity of the scholar couldn't help but find it strange. It was not until they heard the greetings that they realized this elegant scholar was actually the House Master of Yimaozhai, Bu Qiuxiao!
Bu Qiuxiao came to the forefront. He looked at the middle-aged man who was deploying the Wind-Rain Magic Method in front of the Cloud Platform, thinking that it was indeed the Commander of Ōzawa who had joined the battle himself.
Chen Youtian, the Peak Master of Bihu, stood on the Tide Sword and looked at the Cloud Platform, which was gradually revealing its true appearance. His eyes were calm, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Behind him were two Elders in the Broken Sea State of the Aoyama Sect. More than two hundred disciples led by Guo Nanshan were scattered around with their peers.
Other than the other Peak Masters and the Elders who were cultivating in seclusion, almost everyone from Aoyama Sect was here.
Chen Youtian greeted, "Greetings, House Master."
Bu Qiuxiao nodded and returned the greeting, saying, "You've worked hard, Cultivationist Aoyama. How is the situation now?"
Chen Youtian said, "Haizhou has been sealed off. The Magic Army is carrying out a clean-up operation. It's the masters in the house who have worked hard."
Bu Qiuxiao's Cultivation state was so high that he could see the scene around Haizhou City through the clouds, especially the talisman light that he was most familiar with.
Near Haizhou City, the battle between the Magic Army and the enemy must have been very fierce.
Compared to the ground, the sky seemed very quiet. The Aoyama Sect had already surrounded the Cloud Platform, but for some reason, they didn't intend to attack.
Looking at the faintly discernible palace buildings on the Cloud Platform, Bu Qiuxiao sighed speechlessly, thinking that this was indeed the style of the Aoyama Sect; but why did they have to do this?
If the Aoyama Sect was determined to do something, they would never care whether their opponents were prepared for it. On the contrary, they were used to waiting for their opponents to get ready, and then they would summon all their helpers to strike. In their eyes, it was more convenient and less troublesome to deal with all the opponents in one fell swoop.
It was evident that the Aoyama Sect had this idea by surrounding the Cloud Platform but not attacking. It was quiet on the other side of the ocean, and the main force of the Western Sea Sword School hadn't arrived yet.
Looking around, Bu Qiuxiao found that almost all the orthodox sects had come, except for the disciples of the Zhongzhou School, the Guocheng Temple, the Shui Yue Nunnery, and the No-Mercy Sect.
And he was fully aware that even those sects like the Zhongzhou School and the Guocheng Temple had already struck in secret.
It would be a waste if they could only kill Xiwang Sun and destroy the Cloud Platform, but they couldn't get rid of Bulao Lin's most powerful backer.
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The cloud that had lingered outside Haizhou City for countless years had dispersed, turning into fog on the ground.
The Cloud Platform, an important place of the Western Sea Sword School, had finally revealed its true appearance.
It was a green mountain peak floating in the air. Palace halls and flowing springs could be seen everywhere on the cliffs; it was a beautiful sight to behold.
On the mountain peak, the disciples of the Western Sea Sword School and the caretakers of the Cloud Platform were setting up the defensive formation in a hurry. It was evident that they were in a panic.
Who could stay calm in front of such a formidable force?
Leader of Ōzawa flew back to the front of the formation and asked, "Should we wait a bit longer?"
The Magic Method of Wind and Rain consumed a great deal of his energy. Even he looked a bit pale.
Bu Qiuxiao didn't say anything, looking at Chen Youtian.
Chen Youtian was the peak master of Bihu in Aoyama, having a similar status as Leader of Ōzawa; but he was still a bit inferior to the House Master of Yimaozhai.
The reason Bu Qiuxiao asked Chen Youtian to make the decision was that the Aoyama Sect was the main force in besieging the Cloud Platform today; to put it more precisely, it was the Aoyama Sect who had initiated the attack.
"Wait. The West Ocean can't pretend to be dead all the time."
Chen Youtian said this without hesitation.
Hearing this, Bu Qiuxiao let out a bitter laugh inside, knowing that he was right. The target of the Aoyama Sect was not just the Cloud Platform.
However, the Western Sea Sword School was very powerful. If an all-out war broke out, how many of the Cultivation practitioners besieging the Cloud Platform would die?
More importantly, if a figure like the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean got mad, even the Immortal Sect Master of Aoyama would have to stay away from him. What should they do then?
All of a sudden, a hundred sword lights appeared on the other side of the ocean.
The Western Sea Sword School had arrived.
Even from a long distance, a highly achieved practitioner like Bu Qiuxiao could judge the Cultivation state of those people based on the sword lights.
He had vaguely guessed what the Western Sea Sword School intended to do, so he sent a spiritual awareness to a spot in the sky.
Those sword lights soon arrived in front of the Cloud Platform.
The leader was Tong Lu, followed by two elders in the Free Travel State, and the rest of them were young disciples.
Seeing this scene, Chen Youtian and the others felt it odd.
The Western Sea Sword School had enjoyed a great reputation over the years. Even though their resources were a bit inferior, they should have sent an elder in the Broken Sea State.
Though Tong Lu was the personal disciple of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, he was still a young disciple.
He didn't exchange pleasantries, nor did he bow to the masters and elders.
Seeing the scene, Tong Lu was extremely angry, yelling, "What do you want to do?!"
Bu Qiuxiao, Chen Youtian and the others didn't respond to him.
Guo Nanshan arrived by riding his sword. Seeing the angry Tong Lu, a hint of sympathy flashed on his face.
He was certain that Liu Shisui didn't know what was going on based on the message he sent back.
"Cultivationist Tong Lu, you should read these first."
Guo Nanshan opened his palm, revealing a bright pearl.
A few surprised screams could be heard in the distance.
It was the most precious treasure of the Zhongzhou School.
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