Liu Shisui had been learning swordsmanship from Gu Han, but he was not qualified to enter Liangwang Peak, so he still practiced by the Stream of Sword Washing.
Jing Jiu knew that place, but he had never left his cave residence, so he had never been there.
Going upstream along the Stream of Sword Washing, the water gradually widened. At the end, there was a smooth stone wall about hundreds of feet high.
Clear water flowed down from the stone wall, creating ripples as it passed through the densely packed sword holes, looking very beautiful.
A row of round stones emerged from the water every few feet, smooth and wet, making it difficult to stand steadily.
More than ten disciples were standing on the stones, practicing swordsmanship.
The sword will was awe-inspiring. Occasionally, there was the sound of wind breaking, white light flashed, and swords flew out from time to time.
Some flying swords penetrated deep into the stone wall and then flew back. The disciples looked calm and confident.
Some flying swords fell into the water when they were still a few feet away from the stone wall. The disciples jumped into the water to retrieve them, looking embarrassed and ashamed.
Some disciples stood on the shore a little further away, watching this scene with envy.
They had not yet been able to retrieve swords from the Sword Peak, but these disciples could already break the wall with flying swords from more than ten feet away, entering the state of Perfect Preservation.
Jing Jiu saw Liu Shisui also standing on the stone in the stream, and walked over.
Seeing his figure, the disciples were very surprised and began to discuss.
Just like when he first walked out of the small courtyard at the South Pine Pavilion.
Liu Shisui took back his flying sword and looked at the clear sword hole in the stone wall, satisfied with his progress. Then he saw Jing Jiu.
He was very surprised, but then he showed a strong uneasiness. Because it was not convenient for him to speak, he shook his head at Jing Jiu, signaling him to go back first, and he would find him later.
It was too late.
Gu Han had already noticed the movement behind him. He turned to look at Jing Jiu, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"
Dozens of eyes fell on Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu glanced at him, but did not speak.
Though not everybody could see the expression in Jing Jiu's eyes, they could clearly sense his intention.
— If there is nothing, why am I here?
Since that's the case, your question is naturally nonsense.
The atmosphere by the stream immediately became somewhat uneasy.
Unexpectedly, Gu Han didn't get angry. Instead, he asked, "What is it?"
Jing Jiu said, "It's none of your business."
The riverside was in an uproar. Regardless of whether it was the disciples or the teachers, they were all extremely shocked.
An ordinary disciple dared to speak to Senior Brother Gu Han of Liangwang Peak with such an attitude!
Jing Jiu didn't mean to humiliate Gu Han on purpose. He didn't even understand why everyone was so shocked.
He was only answering Gu Han's question.
What he wanted to do had nothing to do with Gu Han.
But he didn't realize what his answer meant to the crowd.
Liu Shisui was extremely nervous and quickly ran back from the stream.
He wanted to explain for Jing Jiu, but was stopped by Gu Han.
"It's already been half a year, but you still haven't made any progress. You can't even see the shadow of the Sword Fruit."
Gu Han looked at Jing Jiu expressionlessly and said, "I heard that you want to use Senior Uncle Mo's sword. Do you think you're qualified?"
Jing Jiu said, "Yes."
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It was quiet by the riverside.
Someone couldn't help but laugh out loud.
People had thought about how Jing Jiu would respond to Gu Han's rebuke, but they didn't expect him to end the conversation with a single word.
He didn't even think about it when he said the word "yes."
Gu Han's face turned gloomy, and he said in a cold voice, "You can never step onto the path to heaven by relying on the magic pills. You should give up on this idea."
This time, it wasn't Jing Jiu who gave the answer, but a gentle and majestic voice. … …
"The path to heaven. Who can judge which method is correct?"
The crowd dispersed, and Gu Han also bowed slightly.
The speaker was Senior Master Mei Li of Qingrong Peak. Her face was like the winter plum blossom in the snow, beautiful but not overbearing, exuding a sense of coldness.
She looked at Gu Han and said, "No matter who leads you in, the cultivation is up to you. How Jing Jiu cultivates has nothing to do with you, so you shouldn't care about him."
Gu Han said expressionlessly, "I don't care about his life or death; I only want to control his mouth."
The crowd dispersed again, and Young Sister Yushan and the youth Yuan from Lelang County hurried over with Lin Wuzhi.
Lin Wuzhi looked at Gu Han and said with a smile, "Young Brother Gu, Jing Jiu is a student in my class. Even if you want to control him, it's not your turn."
Gu Han took a deep breath and stared at Jing Jiu for a while, then turned around and walked toward the outside.
"You decide how to go from now on."
He didn't say this to Jing Jiu, but to Liu Shisui, and the meaning was clear.
If Liu Shisui didn't follow him and stayed with Jing Jiu, then he wouldn't have to try to climb Liangwang Peak anymore.
Liu Shisui glanced at Jing Jiu, then turned to look at Gu Han in the distance, his face full of hesitation and struggle.
Jing Jiu turned around and walked in the other direction.
Looking at his back, Senior Master Mei Li of Qingrong Peak showed an appreciative expression.
"Jing Jiu, you have to work harder and get the sword as soon as possible."
She said to Jing Jiu who was walking away.
Jing Jiu didn't turn around, nor did he stop walking.
"Oh … Okay."
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Looking at Jing Jiu disappearing at the bend of the stream, Senior Master Mei Li narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking about something.
Lin Wuzhi walked to her side and said with a smile, "Senior Master, is Qingrong Peak also interested in Jing Jiu?"
Senior Master Mei Li glanced at him and said, "If this is the Sect Master's idea, then we won't compete."
Lin Wuzhi said, "It's Senior Master Mo's idea. He wants to see if Jing Jiu has a chance."
Senior Master Mei Li sneered and said, "Then you don't have to think about it. As long as Jing Jiu can inherit the sword, he will definitely join our Qingrong Peak. Look at his birth, where else can he go if not to our peak?"
The two of them exchanged a glance and then separated.
For the Aoyama Sect, the Inherited Sword Competition had a great influence on the inheritance and resources of the peaks.
If they could get a truly outstanding disciple, there would be one more swordsman in the State of Broken Sea in a few decades or even hundreds of years.
If they missed out on that outstanding disciple, it was tantamount to giving this swordsman to another sword peak.
Jing Jiu was obviously an extraordinary disciple, so who wouldn't pay attention to him? If he was proved to be useless in the end, then it would be fine. But there was still half a year before the Inherited Sword Competition, and there would be another Inherited Sword Competition. Who would give up all hope in advance?
Only Liangwang Peak, which didn't need the inheritance and didn't lack geniuses, could have someone like him.
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Jing Jiu knew clearly why Mei Li and Lin Wuzhi of Qingrong Peak came out to help him, but he didn't care.
He wasn't sure which peak he wanted to go to until now.
Back in the manor cave, he opened his palm and looked at the light blue magic pill in his palm, remaining silent for a while.
This magic pill was called the Xuanji Pill, which could help stabilize the Sword Pill of the disciples in the State of Perfect Preservation, so it was very rare.
Yesterday, Young Sister Yushan told him about the Inherited Sword Competition, and he thought Shisui might need it, so he came here today, and then he encountered what happened today.
Thinking of the glance Gu Han gave him before he left, Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a faint smile on his beautiful face, and murmured, "Interesting."
For Jing Jiu, boredom was a rare emotion, and so was "interesting."
Before Gu Han left, he looked at Jing Jiu deeply, using the Piercing Discernment to check both inside and outside of his body.
It was overbearing and fierce, unreasonable and condescending.
Jing Jiu hadn't encountered such a thing for many years.
He wasn't used to it, and he didn't like it.
If he had encountered such a thing years ago and felt unhappy, what would he have done?
Jing Jiu recalled in Silence.
If he didn't like it, he would kill him with a sword.
Of course, he couldn't do it now.
Gu Han didn't deserve to die.
He wasn't a person who liked to kill.
More importantly, he had to kill him with a sword …
First of all, he had to have a sword.
He didn't have a sword now.
And without a sword, he couldn't participate in the Inherited Sword Competition.
It seemed that he really needed a sword.
The bracelet on his wrist vibrated slightly.
"I can't use you."
Jing Jiu said, "And I promised Little Mo."
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He had to have a sword.
The sword was on the Sword Peak.
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