Jing Jiu said, "If I brought the Thunder-Soul Wood with me, it would be a good idea to use it to make two deck chairs."
The King Of The Underworld was aware that Jing Jiu had already guessed his idea. "It would be more than a good idea," he said after a sigh.
Jing Jiu said, "Your idea is indeed a good one."
What Jing Jiu referred to was not the method of repelling the mosquitoes, but the method that the King Of The Underworld had thought of to get out of the prison.
After that person obtained the Thunder-Soul Wood, he employed the method of changing souls of the Underworld and borrowed the identity of a devil man of the Underworld to escape from the Sword Jail.
The King Of The Underworld had a deeper understanding of the method of changing souls. If he obtained the Thunder-Soul Wood, he might be able to escape from the Sword Jail by borrowing the identity of those prisoners on the second level.
When Jing Jiu locked that person in the Sword Jail, the King Of The Underworld was already in the Fiend Prison, so he didn't know the method that person had employed.
The fact that the King Of The Underworld could come up with such a method in such a short time indicated that his intelligence was not inferior to that person's.
Jing Jiu asked, "How could a smart and calm person like you be deceived by him to come to the surface?"
The King Of The Underworld replied sentimentally, "It's because he is good at deceiving people, and I indeed want to come up and have a look."
No Cultivation practitioner didn't want to ascend, and no member of the Underworld didn't want to come to the human world, though there was a great difference in the degree of difficulty between the two.
The regular swordsmen of the Underworld could come to the surface to bathe in the sun, but …
The King Of The Underworld said nonchalantly, "I can't come up, and I won't be able to come up after I become the emperor. So I wanted to come up and have a look before I became the emperor."
Jing Jiu understood what he meant.
The Emperor couldn't go to the snowland, and the King Of The Underworld couldn't come to the human world either.
The subjects would try to persuade the emperor with their lives, or they would let him die first, in case he was captured by the enemy and used to humiliate and threaten them.
No matter how important the emperor was, he was not as important as the whole state.
Jing Jiu asked, "You should be well aware of the danger of this trip, but why were you captured in the end?"
The King Of The Underworld replied, "Because I didn't lose to schemes, but to strength."
After saying this, the King Of The Underworld fell silent and stopped talking about what had happened in the past.
Jing Jiu was also silent for a while, then said, "Do you still want to chase away mosquitoes?"
The King Of The Underworld said, "Of course."
Jing Jiu taught him the Wind and Rain Dao Art.
The Wind and Rain Dao Art was the ultimate art of Ōzawa. Aoyama Sect had a good relationship with Ōzawa and had some contact with them. Although it was not the highest tier Dao Art, it was enough.
What kind of person was the King Of The Underworld? Although his cultivation system was different from the human race, this kind of low-level dao technique was naturally not a problem for him.
It didn't take long for him to learn the Wind and Rain Dao Technique. For a moment, the verdant valley was covered with dark clouds and a strong wind blew, as if a storm was about to arrive.
Sensing the aura of the wind and rain, the mosquitoes around the King Of The Underworld seemed a little uncomfortable and gradually dispersed. However, they didn't go far and still stayed several feet away.
Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, the King Of The Underworld frowned and said, "Its power is too weak and too tiring to maintain. How is it different from me using soul-fire to chase away mosquitoes?"
Jing Jiu said, "You can inscribe the Dao Art into the formation diagram."
The King Of The Underworld understood what he meant. He shook his head and said, "This place is isolated from heaven and earth. If the formation diagram is to be operated for a long time, its power will definitely be extremely weak."
Jing Jiu said, "It's fine as long as there's wind and rain."
The King Of The Underworld didn't say anything else and inscribed the Dao Art into the formation diagram.
The moment the formation diagram operated, the dark clouds in the sky began to shrink rapidly and the wind also became much weaker. The rain that had just fallen became extremely sparse.
After a while, the formation diagram stabilized and the dark clouds and rain became very small. Silence hung above the heads of Jing Jiu and the King Of The Underworld. It was only several feet in radius.
The mosquitoes had already adapted to the change in the environment. Moreover, the dark clouds and rain were really too small, so they all flew over.
The King Of The Underworld didn't say anything. He looked at Jing Jiu and waited for the next arrangement. He was sure that this disciple of Aoyama had a meticulous mind and would definitely have a backup plan.
Jing Jiu took out a bell from his tattered sleeve and was a little hesitant.
"The quality is not bad."
Even the King Of The Underworld praised it. This bell was naturally not ordinary. It was a gift from Sensei to Jing Jiu.
If Sensei knew that Jing Jiu had used the bell that she had carefully selected for this kind of thing, she would definitely be very angry.
In that case, it would be much more troublesome for her to ask Jing Jiu to do something like this.
Jing Jiu was hesitant because he thought of this. What if she asked him to kill all the elders of the Platanus Sect in the future?
However, it was something to be dealt with in the future. She probably wouldn't know that he had left this bell in the Fiend Prison.
The bell left Jing Jiu's palm and flew into the dark clouds.
Those mosquitoes had already flown back to the side of the King Of The Underworld, making a low buzzing sound. Strangely enough, they didn't descend to suck her blood.
A crisp sound rang out in the dark clouds.
It was indeed the Clean-Heart Bell of the highest state of the Platanus Sect. The sound of the bell echoed in the valley, making the grass look taller and the flower petals look more tender.
Jing Jiu and the King Of The Underworld both felt their minds become clearer.
The most peculiar change was at the source of the sound.
The patch of dark clouds started to move along with the sound of the bell, and a flash of lightning appeared in it.
The lightning was very small, as thick as a finger and as long as a chopstick.
The small lightning was too close to the ground, so it couldn't make the rumbling thunder; all it made was a cracking sound.
It sounded like someone's chopstick was broken, and it wasn't a hard wooden chopstick, but a bamboo one.
The cloud was like a canopy.
The lightning was like a chopstick.
The sound at the dining table.
Everything was so lovely, like the small bell that could be seen intermittently in the cloud.
… …
… …
Although it was lovely, it didn't have much destructive power; but it was enough to drive away the mosquitoes.
The King Of The Underworld didn't lie about this at least. Those mosquitoes were indeed afraid of the thunder. They flew away and hid in the cracks between the rocks and the grass in the valley, not daring to come out again.
Jing Jiu looked at the King Of The Underworld.
The King Of The Underworld revealed a faint smile on her face. It seemed that she was satisfied with the result. Then she stopped smiling and started her lecture without any warning.
"The Soul-Fire isn't self-generated. It's found when we go to the Underworld River to train and find our own Soul-Fire, like how the disciples of Aoyama find their swords."
"Bringing the Soul-Fire into the body is also a part of the Training of the Underworld River. We call it the Soul-Fire."
The King Of The Underworld continued, "The next step is the most important one, which is how to bring the Soul-Fire into the blood and form the Soul-Fire."
The passage between Chaotian and the Underworld had always existed, so contact was inevitable.
There hadn't been any major war in the last two thousand years, and the hatred between the two sides had gradually subsided. The accidental and inevitable contact had gradually increased.
The origin of the Soul-Fire and the method of Cultivation were no longer a secret of the Underworld, especially for someone like Jing Jiu.
Yet, Jing Jiu listened attentively and didn't interrupt or urge her to explain.
The King Of The Underworld said, "Since you don't intend to cultivate the Soul-Fire, it's meaningless for you to talk about it casually."
"Please tell me in detail," said Jing Jiu.
Back then, his Big Brother had told him about the Cultivation methods of the Underworld, but it was still not as good as the explanation given by the King Of The Underworld in person; it was a rare opportunity.
Now that the King Of The Underworld had agreed to teach him, she didn't think it was troublesome. She told him about the Soul-Fire states and the Cultivation methods in detail.
Jing Jiu listened attentively.
Of all the things in the world, he was only concerned about one thing.
Therefore, although he looked lazy, he was actually very serious about cultivation.
The crisp bell rang out once in a while, echoing in the green valley along with the voice of the King Of The Underworld.
The grass was greener, the purple flowers were more purple, and the breeze was softer.
It was a beautiful spring day.
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