Yesterday, when I mentioned that He Zhan was walking on the surface of the ocean as if he was walking upside down in the sky, I remembered what Wang Xiaobo said. If he didn't wear clothes, he would hang down from the sky. Reminded by a reader, I remembered that he was a eunuch … I couldn't think of a suitable title for this chapter after thinking for a long time. It's really frustrating. Let's just leave it at that.)
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The mountain wind blew into the temple, feeling a bit chilly.
Looking at Jing Jiu before him, the Qin Emperor's face was extremely pale. He had calmed down a bit by now, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on.
The Chu Kingdom had been destroyed more than thirty years ago, and the fire in the Royal Palace had been forgotten by the people. Who would have thought that this person was still alive and hiding in the temple on Buzhou Mountain?!
The small temple was the residence of the godly commissioner. Besides him, the ruler of the world, nobody could cross the threshold.
Staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, the Qin Emperor demanded incredulously, "Why are you here?!"
"I've been here the entire time," said Jing Jiu.
The Qin Emperor was extremely angry, exclaiming, "It's impossible! I've sent countless men of sacrifice over the years, but none of them came back to Xianyang. Why would the godly commissioner show mercy to you?! "
By now, Jing Jiu had learned where those people who came to disturb his Cultivation came from. "They were killed by me," he said.
The Qin Emperor was taken aback again. "You killed them?" he asked uncertainly while staring at Jing Jiu's eyes. Where is the godly commissioner? "
"There is no godly commissioner here," said Jing Jiu.
The Qin Emperor revealed an incredulous expression. He looked around the small temple, but he couldn't see anything.
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Back when Jing Jiu set the Royal Palace on fire, he took advantage of the chaos to leave the capital of the Chu Kingdom, and came to Buzhou Mountain.
Other participants of the Dao Competition might have to rely on legends or other clues to find the location of the rumored Bronze Tripod; but Jing Jiu had the help of the Blue Bird, so he didn't need to do so.
Here, he saw the Bronze Tripod, but he didn't see the godly commissioner.
It was just a regular Bronze Tripod. No matter what Jing Jiu did to it, it wouldn't respond.
After confirming it, Jing Jiu didn't pay any more attention to it, but he didn't leave either. He just stayed there.
According to the Blue Bird, this should be a forbidden area, so the Blue Bird could not find him. This was a good explanation for the outside world.
He had lived here for many years. To be precise, he had been lying here for many years.
He chopped some bamboo and made a bamboo chair. Usually, he would lie on the empty ground outside the temple. When it rained, he would move it into the temple. Of course, he would not forget to leave the temple door open.
In spring, the whole mountain was green. In autumn, the whole mountain was covered with red leaves. When the winter snow fell, people changed into white clothes. In midsummer, there was even a stream that could clear the heart.
No matter if it was raining or snowing, or if the sky was clear and boundless, no matter if he was lying on the bamboo chair or soaking his feet in the stream, he was always cultivating.
Just like that, he spent a few decades here. It was as simple and even boring as it was in Shenmo Peak.
However, in recent years, people would come to the temple every once in a while, only to be killed by him.
The Oracle still did not appear.
The cauldron was still the same cauldron.
He had figured something out.
Back when the Qin Emperor trapped and killed the scholar of Qi Kingdom, he was looking at Xianyang City by the cliff's edge.
In his Cultivation state at the time, it was a bit difficult to kill the Qin Emperor, but it was not impossible.
Yet, he didn't go to Xianyang City. Even though his Cultivation state was higher now, he had no intention of leaving this place. All he did was wait in Silence for the Qin Emperor to show up.
He heard the commotion at the foot of Buzhou Mountain the day before, so he knew it was time.
As the Qin Emperor bathed and changed clothes at the foot of the mountain and burned the incense to clear his heart, he was doing the same thing.
He went to the stream and took a bath. He wiped off his long beard with his hand and put on a new cloth.
As a natural Cultivation practitioner, he was indifferent to many things. But he had lived in this world for a few decades after all. As such, he displayed a rare seriousness when he was about to leave this world.
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"You're really smart to hide in this place."
The Qin Emperor stared into his eyes, his voice gloomy and angry. "But it's impossible for the Oracle to allow you to do so!"
"As I said, there is no Oracle here," Jing Jiu said. "I'm waiting for you."
The Qin Emperor's voice grew even colder. "Waiting to kill me?"
"More than that."
Jing Jiu held the hilt of the sword in his hand.
The sword was short and small, and the sheath was made of wood. Was it possible that the body of the sword was made of the same material?
The Qin Emperor's pupils shrank abruptly, and he yelled sternly, "Protect the Emperor!"
Before he yelled, his foot had already stomped heavily on the ground.
Pah!!!
The stone floor cracked.
The tremendous counterforce made his body bounce out of the temple.
It was like a violent wind blowing up the fallen leaves.
The swordsmen of the Qin Kingdom outside the temple had been prepared for this. Some of them stood in front of the Qin Emperor, and some of them charged toward Jing Jiu.
Countless powerful energies enshrouded the peak top, formidable and dreadful.
The flying pebbles and dusts suddenly stopped in midair.
The swaying treetops also stopped in the wind.
Those powerful energies seemed to have turned into the icicles, standing still in time.
Dozens of illusionary figures appeared on the peak top. It seemed that they had appeared at the same time, but it was hard to tell them apart.
Those illusionary figures were all Jing Jiu's.
He, who had cultivated diligently for dozens of years, was too powerful.
In the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror, the participants were in the spiritual soul state, so the speed of the Underworld Fairy Sword could reach an unimaginable level.
The stagnant space and time had returned to normal.
As the mountain wind whipped up, countless clear and rapid sounds of the sword hacking broke out. Crack!!!
Crack!!!!
Those swordsmen of the Qin Kingdom were either defending or attacking, but many straight sword marks appeared on their bodies.
In the next moment, those swordsmen of the Qin Kingdom had turned into square pieces of flesh, scattering on the ground.
Standing on the same spot, Jing Jiu held the hilt of the sword in his hand, as if he hadn't moved at all. In fact, he had wielded the sword countless times.
His sword was so fast that the blood didn't even have time to spurt out from the bodies of those swordsmen of the Qin Kingdom. Some of the blood splashed onto the ground.
Back when he was in the Royal Palace of the Chu Kingdom, it took him some effort to kill the Grand Secretary Chen and those generals and highly achieved swordsmen; but it was so easy for him to do so now.
The Qin Emperor's face was pale. As he intended to flee in the air, a bloody line suddenly appeared on his left leg, which was cut off at the knee.
The precious soft armor that had once saved his life didn't have any effect this time, and it directly shattered.
Jing Jiu's sword left a long bloody wound on his body, from his shoulder to his waist.
A great deal of fresh blood sprayed out, turning into a mist and dyeing the white walls of the temple red.
Some blood beads fell off the bronze tripod.
Jing Jiu's white cloth was as white as snow, not a single drop of blood staining it.
The Qin Emperor fell to the ground after letting out a dreadful scream.
It was the first time that Jing Jiu drew his sword.
His movement was very slow, and the blade of the sword and the sheath made a clear sound of friction.
This sword was indeed made of wood.
The wooden sword was as light as a piece of paper.
It was the only way to match the speed of the Underworld Fairy Sword.
Jing Jiu placed the wooden sword by the neck of the Qin Emperor. He would be able to chop off his head with a little force.
Even though it was a wooden sword, it still felt cold at such a close distance.
The Qin Emperor couldn't care less about the pain coming from his broken leg, as he said in a trembling voice, "Don't kill me."
Jing Jiu looked at him in Silence, waiting for his next words.
"The reason the godly commissioner hasn't appeared yet is because you haven't become the ruler of the world, so you aren't qualified to compete for the tripod."
The Qin Emperor said with a pale face, "Only this emperor has the qualification."
"Yes," Jing Jiu said calmly.
A resolute expression showed in the eyes of the Qin Emperor, as he said, "Let this emperor live. When this emperor obtains the Fairy Book, I'll comprehend it with you, and I'll share half of the fairy energy with you!"
The blood beads on the bronze tripod suddenly rolled up and down, and then formed tiny bubbles, as if they were boiling.
It didn't take long for the blood beads to dry up, leaving behind mottled marks that looked like some strange words written with cinnabar.
The blood beads seeped into the tripod, and the lines on the surface of the bronze tripod started flowing like the ripples of water, giving off a few puffs of green smoke. A small man could be seen intermittently amid the green smoke.
The small man was about two feet tall, wearing the uniform of a historian with a pen and paper in his hands.
"The godly commissioner!"
An excited flush appeared on the pale face of the Qin Emperor, as he yelled sternly, "See? This emperor is the chosen one, and only this emperor's blood can invite the godly commissioner! "
Jing Jiu didn't heed him. He looked at the small man amid the green smoke, thinking that the godly commissioner had finally appeared.
He had been waiting for this to happen; otherwise, he would have killed the Qin Emperor a long time ago.
Now that the godly commissioner had appeared, what was he waiting for?
Looking at the side profile of Jing Jiu's face, the Qin Emperor sensed the cold intent coming from the wooden sword on his neck, and guessed what Jing Jiu was thinking, his face turning pale again.
"Even if you kill this emperor, you still won't get the approval of the godly commissioner." A hint of ruthlessness showed in the eyes of the Qin Emperor, as he continued, "If you kill me, nobody will get the Fairy Book. You have hidden it until today; do you want to take such a risk? If you let me go, I'll give you one third of the fairy energy! "
Jing Jiu still didn't heed him. All he did was look at the small man amid the green smoke, who was the so-called godly commissioner.
The godly commissioner was writing something on the paper with the pen in his hand. Sensing Jing Jiu's gaze, he lifted his head and said, "Yes, what he said is correct."
"The reason," said Jing Jiu.
"Only the ruler of the world can compete for the Tripod. You are merely a disabled emperor; what qualification do you have to get my approval?
The godly commissioner said expressionlessly, "You have been here for a few decades, and I haven't come out to meet you. You should know what's going on."
"I can kill him now," said Jing Jiu.
The godly commissioner said, "It's useless even if you kill him. How many of those who succeeded in assassinating the emperor in the history books became the new emperor?"
Hearing this conversation, the Qin Emperor's expression grew more confident. He said to Jing Jiu, "If you don't agree to my terms, this emperor can only give you one fourth of the fairy energy."
Jing Jiu still didn't heed him. He said to the godly commissioner, "You are merely a dead object; what qualification do you have to judge the outcome of the Dao Competition?"
"I'm the rule of the Green Sky Mirror. There is no life or death here. My judgment is the final decision. You have no choice but to accept it."
The godly commissioner turned the paper over and continued, "And I believe nobody will question my fairness; it's because I have evidence to back up my judgment."
A great many words were written on the paper, recording the experiences and deeds of the participants in the Dao Competition after they entered the Illusionary Realm.
Jing Jiu didn't look at those items or the ranking list. He was pondering something in Silence.
On a tree branch not far away, the Blue Bird's quick-witted eyes showed the bloody water on the ground, the bronze tripod in the old temple, and worry.
She had told Jing Jiu that she was the mirror spirit, not the rule.
Jing Jiu didn't forget what she had said.
He was fully aware that he couldn't get her help if he wanted to achieve his goal; he had to face it himself.
He had to face the rule directly.
"I know you must be dissatisfied with your low ranking. But you were born as an emperor, but you chose to exile yourself. Your achievements in politics, the people's livelihood, and the popularity of the people are all a mess."
The godly commissioner commented while pointing to the records on the paper, "Look at what you have done; I have no choice but to accept it."
Jing Jiu suddenly pulled back the wooden sword.
The Qin Emperor felt the pressure on his neck lighten. He thought that Jing Jiu was about to agree to his terms, the expression in his eyes changing slightly.
As he was thinking of how to get more benefits, he didn't expect what would happen next to be beyond his imagination.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the bronze tripod with the sword in his hand and said to the godly commissioner, "It might be reasonable according to the standard of your Zhongzhou School; but I'm a disciple of Aoyama."
The godly commissioner said, "Since you are participating in the Dao Competition, the disciples of Aoyama should also …"
Jing Jiu didn't let him finish his sentence.
"I've been waiting for you on this mountain for a few decades. I didn't wait for you to say all this nonsense; I was waiting for you to hand the tripod to me."
The Qin Emperor stood up while propping himself against the temple gate. Hearing what Jing Jiu said, he displayed a ridiculous expression on his face, wondering if Jing Jiu knew what he was doing.
The godly commissioner looked at Jing Jiu in Silence for a long time. "If I didn't hear it wrong, you seemed to be threatening me," he said suddenly.
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