Yin San did not hide it from the Great Ancestor of the Mysterious Dark Sect. He opened the box in front of him.
Inside the box was a jade booklet with some names written on it.
After who knew how many years had passed, those names were still bright red, because they weren't written with cinnabar, but with essence blood.
The expression of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect changed slightly.
These names that were left on the jade book with their blood essence were naturally not the guests of Bulao Lin, but the official members.
Jian Xilai did not have the jade book. Even if he knew these names, he could not use them.
Who were these people?
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Xilai Peak, Aoyama.
Several disciples found it hard to suppress their excitement. They were not in the mood to sort out the files and looked at the sky outside the peak from time to time.
The senior brothers who had gone to the West Ocean were about to return. How could they not be excited when they thought about the news that would shock the entire continent?
The leader of Xilai Peak, Fang Jingtian, sat in the highest chair, holding a teapot and looking at these scenes with a smile. He was not angry, and his silver eyebrows fluttered in the wind, looking very relaxed, just like an ordinary rich man in the countryside.
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Ten miles away from Shui Yue Nunnery.
The kasaya slowly floated up from the dark pit, swaying gently in the wind. Then, it dispersed into countless scriptures suffused with golden light and returned to the bodies of the monks.
The righteous sects encircling and annihilating Bulao Lin was a major event in the cultivation world, so they naturally had to be fully prepared.
Before the Aoyama Sect brought Ōzawa and other sects to the West Sea, the Abbot of the Guocheng Temple and the Head of Justice, Master Duhai, brought eighteen ascetic monks to this place to suppress the aura of the Underworld. Today, it was finally time for them to leave.
The abbot of the Guocheng Temple put his palms together and bowed to the palanquin in the sky, softly chanting the name of Buddha.
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The Cold Mountain.
He Wei, the leader of Kunlun, had been standing outside the gorge for several days.
Not far away, there was still some ash left. It was Song Qianji's body.
The clear light in the sky had already disappeared without a trace. The Sect Master of the Central State had left.
He Wei was about to leave when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned around and looked into the depths of the canyon again. He kept feeling that there was a faint killing intent coming from there.
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Chaotic Reef of the West Sea.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sighed and said, "The Western Sea Sword School has lost more than half of its strength, and there is no need to worry about Aoyama anymore. Regaining control of Bulao Lin … You have done nothing but go to the South Sea and say a few words, and all these benefits belong to you. Daoist Master, you are truly a deity. "
Yin San waved his hand and said, "You flatter me. I'm just good at fishing in troubled waters."
"But I don't think that's all you've done."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect looked at him and said with a spurious smile, "Xiwang Sun has his reasons for valuing Liu Shisui. But what about you?"
After a moment of silence, Yin San suddenly laughed and said, "What do you think of my smile?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect gave him a thumbs-up and praised, "Clean and amiable. Who could tell that you are a lunatic?"
Yin San said, "Don't you think Liu Shisui is very similar to me?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect didn't know what to say.
Looking at the chaotic rocks on the surface of the ocean, the smile on Yin San's face gradually faded away.
Those chaotic rocks flew up slowly in his eyes and left the surface of the ocean. They were dried up by the sunlight and flew back to the high sky. They gathered together and turned back into the floating mountain; then they were enshrouded by the clouds and fog again.
In the depths of the clouds and fog, there was a quiet room at the end of the cliff cave, with the window facing the West Ocean.
Liu Shisui stood in front of the window and looked at the ink-like ocean in silence; it was unclear what he was thinking.
A moment later, he walked back to the table and resumed reading those files. His expression was focused and earnest, devoid of any irritation or abnormality.
Silence. Yin San looked in that direction, his eyes full of the shadow of his younger self.
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On the top of Shenmo Peak.
Jing Jiu stood by the cliff's edge.
Silence. Looking at the distant Shanghai Peak, he didn't see the shadow of his younger self in his eyes.
He hadn't changed much from his younger self, so he didn't need to reminisce about his younger self.
But what he was thinking about now was related to Shanghai Peak.
Who had set his Big Brother free from the Sword Jail?
The Sect Master, Yuan Qijing, Fang Jingtian, or … the Dead Dog?
When he was in the small village, Jing Jiu had calculated many times and tested the waters twice, but he didn't get an answer.
It was because the results of the tests were good, but those answers were not valid.
Xiwang Sun suddenly appeared at the West Ocean after his Big Brother escaped from Aoyama. Was there any connection between these two events?
Jing Jiu suddenly thought of the Dace Devil at the bottom of the Muddy River, and the expression in his eyes grew sharp.
It was true that he had thought of this issue before. If Bulao Lin had colluded with the Underworld, why did the third disciple of the Underworld Master kill Wei Chenzi of the Zhongzhou School to silence him?
It turned out that it was his Big Brother.
Liu Shisui joined Bulao Lin.
Bulao Lin assassinated Zhao Layue.
The motive and evidence to eliminate Bulao Lin were enough.
Yet, his Big Brother probably didn't expect Luo Huainan to die, which was equivalent to adding more fuel to the fire.
Why did his Big Brother do all these things?
It was not because he wanted to restore peace to the world.
Yes, his Big Brother didn't like the old guy on the Foggy Island in the South Ocean, and he had wanted to kill him a long time ago, but he didn't have a way to do so.
As such, he had a good reason to deal with the Western Sea Sword School.
What other reason did he have?
Was it because he thought Liu Shisui was too similar to himself, so he decided to help him?
Jing Jiu stopped thinking about these issues.
He didn't know who would benefit the most from this event. All he knew was that the muddier the water was, the easier it was to take advantage of the situation, and the more likely it was that something would go wrong.
Hence, he would never go into the water under such circumstances.
There was no harm if there was no benefit.
It was good that nothing happened to Aoyama.
It was the same statement he had made during the Cultivation tournament of the Plum Meeting.
He was willing to spend time and energy thinking about these things, not because of his sense of responsibility or obligation, but because of a simple reason.
This was his Aoyama.
Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu walked to his side, looking at the outside of the peak.
Two hundred sword lights illuminated the sky, and soon arrived among the nine peaks.
The disciples of Aoyama had returned to the mountain.
The operation against Bulao Lin had come to an end.
Gu Qing said softly, "According to the news, Liu Shisui didn't come back with them, and nobody knows where he is."
Jing Jiu didn't respond to her words, but reached out his right hand.
Zhao Layue called out the Thoughtless Sword.
Jing Jiu put two fingers together on his right hand and made a sword instruction.
The Thoughtless Sword shot up into the sky, turning into a blood-red rainbow, disappearing into the blue sky in an instant.
The Thoughtless Sword had been there a few days ago, so it remembered the route clearly. Jing Jiu didn't have to use his sword awareness to guide the way, so it would be much easier for him.
Looking at the remaining sword lights in the sky, Yuan Qu asked curiously, "I didn't understand it that night. Isn't it true that only those in the Heavenly Arrival State can travel ten thousand miles with their swords?"
Zhao Layue said after shooting a glance at Jing Jiu, "The traveling sword is not the killing sword. The target is set beforehand, so one can evade it by moving randomly."
What she said was true, but it wasn't the whole truth.
As Yuan Qu was about to ask more, Gu Qing pulled him away with a smile to welcome the returning colleagues by the Sword-Washing Stream.
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