The energy was fresher than the spring air and softer than the wine; it was the fairy energy.
Most of the fairy energy entered Guo Dong's body, and some of it leaked out of the isolated room.
All the flowering trees in the nunnery started blooming, and the koi carps in the lake started swimming happily.
The Formation of Shui Yue Nunnery was activated. A light gauze about one hundred feet in circumference was fluttering in the sky, looking like a huge handkerchief. If He Zhan saw this scene, he would think of his Huanxi Gauze; but this formation was many times more powerful than the Huanxi Gauze.
The fairy energy was extremely pure. Even though it was isolated by the Great Formation, it still leaked out a little bit.
The hills near Shui Yue Nunnery turned green instantly, and the wild flowers grew, spreading to the distance at a visible speed. It looked like a real miracle.
When the fairy energy arrived by the Heavenly Well ten miles away, it was almost undetectable. But it still activated the amulets of the scripts engraved in the surrounding mountains easily, emitting a golden glow and increasing its power by one hundred times. The sound of something being burned and countless feeble screams could be heard in the bottomless and gloomy underground cave.
The dark spirits and ghosts in the Heavenly Well had suffered great casualties. They whimpered in fear, and then the sound grew distant. They didn't dare stay on the surface of the well to spy on the human world.
After a long while, the golden glow in the isolated room of Shui Yue Nunnery faded away, and everything returned to normal.
Guo Dong was still asleep with her eyes closed, but her face was not as pale as before, with a hint of redness on it.
Jing Jiu knew she should be fine now.
A few years ago at the bottom of the West Ocean, she was slashed by the sword of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, and her meridians and life force were all destroyed. Normally, she should have no chance of survival; but her willpower and mental state were too strong. She managed to hold on until now with the help of Jing Jiu.
The fairy awareness attached to the Fairy Book of Longevity had been completely tempered, leaving behind only the purest fairy energy.
With such a large amount of fairy energy pouring into her body, she could be healed no matter how severe her wound was.
Jing Jiu walked out of the isolated room and bid farewell to the Chief Nun.
The Chief Nun of Shui Yue Nunnery looked like a regular young woman, and her mind was no different from that of a regular young woman.
Seeing that he had saved her Senior Sister, she was somewhat grateful, but seeing that he was about to leave now, she was somewhat displeased.
Senior Sister hasn't woken up yet, yet you want to leave? What do you mean by this?
What did you do that you don't dare to see her?
Jing Jiu naturally did not know what she was thinking.
Back when Jing Jiu and Lian Sanyue fell out, this little girl was still cultivating in the nunnery; so he hadn't seen her much.
He didn't take the small green curtain sedan. Instead, he left Shui Yue Nunnery and came to the Heavenly Well not far away.
The scripture talisman was still emitting a faint golden light. The cold and gloomy cave was dead silent. There was no movement at all.
Standing at the edge of the cliff and looking into the bottomless abyss, he thought silently, "How many Fairy Books are there in Zhongzhou School?"
Back then, the Immortal Puppet had descended from the heavens and directly suppressed the King Of The Underworld. It took him six years and countless risks to refine this Longevity Fairy Book. If the Zhongzhou School used the Fairy Book again, how would Aoyama deal with it?
His awareness went to the distant, cold and empty patch of the universe. Looking at the black Seal of the King Of The Underworld, he calculated that he would be able to deal with another Fairy Book in about three years.
He had learned the Control of Soul-Fire from the King Of The Underworld in the Fiend Prison, which meant that he was qualified to use the Seal of the King Of The Underworld; but his Cultivation state was still a bit low.
Then, he looked at his distorted right hand, thinking that he couldn't give the Sword of the Universe to Gu Qing right away.
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A gust of wind rose in the Heavenly Well.
Jing Jiu rode the wind and entered the Empty Realm, returning to Aoyama by riding the sword.
Those in the Free Travel State couldn't stay in the Empty Realm for a long time, but Jing Jiu was an exception. The speed of riding the sword was many times faster than that of the horse-drawn carriage, and the speed of riding the sword was even faster. As the twilight enshrouded Aoyama, Jing Jiu arrived above the nine peaks and saw the Sword-Washing Stream that looked like a golden thread.
The Great Formation of Aoyama sensed the sword light and opened a passage for him.
Many people saw the sword light and sensed the sharp energy in the sword light, feeling amazed, wondering if this was the Sword of the Universe that had wounded the Unicorn.
Two days ago, Zhuo Rusui returned to Aoyama and reported in the grand hall of the Xilai Peak.
The disciples of Aoyama all knew what had happened in the Guocheng Temple, and their admiration for the Young Senior Master grew even stronger.
Seeing the formidable sword light that seemed to be able to break open heaven and earth, the disciples bowed to him in unison.
The sword light landed on the top of the Shenmo Peak.
Gu Qing and Yuan Qu came up to Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu threw the Sword of the Universe to Gu Qing and said, "This is your sword in the future. Get familiar with it first, but I might borrow it for a few more years."
Gu Qing didn't feel surprised, but felt confused and uneasy, wondering what was going on.
Yuan Qu was very envious, wondering if his Master would also bring back some good stuff from the Guocheng Temple.
At night, a blood-red sword light flashed across the sky. Zhao Layue came back. Of course, she didn't bring any local specialties of Moqiu.
The Thoughtless Sword was indeed the fastest sword in Aoyama.
They both set off from the Guocheng Temple. She was only half a day slower than Jing Jiu.
Of course, Jing Jiu went to the Shui Yue Nunnery on the way and stared blankly by the Heavenly Well for a while.
In the deep part of the manor cave.
Zhao Layue looked at his left hand and ascertained that the Fairy Book was gone. Then she looked at his deformed right hand and asked, "What should we do now?"
"I'll stay behind closed doors for a few days to figure out a solution."
Jing Jiu said this nonchalantly, as if it were a trivial matter.
Yet, he couldn't figure out a solution, indicating that his injury was serious.
He was sneak-attacked by Monk Duhai using the Palm of the World in the Sacrificing Method. No matter how special his body was, he had suffered an irreparable injury. If he had tempered the fairy awareness and used the fairy energy in the Fairy Book to heal his injury, he would be able to recover instantly. But he gave all the fairy energy to Guo Dong, leaving none for himself.
Zhao Layue glanced at him and turned to leave the manor cave without saying anything.
Jing Jiu closed his eyes and started meditating.
Meditating meant thinking.
In addition to his injury and deformed right hand, he was also thinking about other issues.
The Fairy Book at the Zhongzhou School, the internal conflict in the Snowy Kingdom, his Big Brother's intention, the situation in Zhaoge City, and the few ghosts or devils in Aoyama.
He had never cared about the mortal affairs, because they were annoying. He didn't want to get involved in the mortal world, because it was too chaotic.
He had thought that since he had been reborn, what he needed to do in this life was to end the karma of his previous life and cut off his mortal relationships; but unexpectedly, there were more and more of them.
It was a tiresome business.
He snapped his fingers casually, driving all the thoughts out of his mind and entering the state of Dao Heart with a bright Dao Heart.
It was then that he heard the footsteps again, and opened his eyes.
The white cat walked out from the deep end of the manor cave, his footsteps soundless. The expression in his eyes was a bit complicated, and he didn't dare look at Jing Jiu's eyes.
Jing Jiu felt surprised. The cat didn't go back to Bihu Peak, but stayed here instead.
The white cat walked to the front of Jing Jiu and lifted his right paw to take down Cold Cicada from the top of his head. He put it to the side gently, and then meowed twice at Jing Jiu.
His meowing was neither shrill nor euphemistic, but one could hear the helplessness and apology in his voice.
"I'm very old, and I'm really afraid of death, so I didn't dare strike back then."
Jing Jiu expressed his understanding, saying, "It's okay. I'm also afraid of death."
The white cat climbed onto Jing Jiu's knees and lay down.
Jing Jiu rubbed his head.
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