This year's summer in Haizhou City was hotter than usual.
Perhaps it was because of the warm current on the sea, or perhaps it was because there were no more huge flying whales sucking seawater from the sea and turning it into rain.
After the Battle of the Cloud Platform, the Western Sea Sword School retreated to the depths of the sea, and its influence in Haizhou gradually faded. Many small and medium-sized sects took the opportunity to attack.
There used to be a restaurant on the main street of Haizhou City, and the proprietress was a vixen.
The restaurant was turned into ruins by the swordsmen of Bulao Lin, Nan Zheng, and the others. But because of its excellent location, a new restaurant appeared after a few years. Interestingly, this restaurant also served hot pot just like before. Not only did they serve seafood hot pot, but they also served Yizhou style and northern style hot pot.
A guest wearing a conical hat walked into the restaurant and ordered a small hotpot for one person. After eating some dishes and wine, he paid and left. The stone steps in front of the restaurant were sprinkled with water. When the guest passed by, his face under the conical hat was reflected by the water for a moment. It was dark, and it was unclear whether he was wearing a mask or something else.
The waiter quickly cleaned the table, poured the leftover soup from the hotpot into a bucket, and sent a small note to the kitchen.
The note was finally sent to a private room.
The hotpot in the private room was very big, but it was not the Yuanyang hotpot. The red soup looked like blood, or like the setting sun in the Guocheng Temple, giving off a spicy smell.
Yin San stepped on a chair with his right foot, picking up the yellow throats and tripe slices from the hotpot in an inelegant manner. There was no sweat on his handsome face, only a satisfied expression.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sat opposite him. After reading the contents of the note, he asked, "Immortal, we've got the address. When do we set off?"
Yin San was focused on eating the hotpot, and said casually, "Let's talk about it after eating."
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The beauty of hotpot was that one could eat it all the time as long as he kept adding soup and ingredients to the pot.
So it was not until midnight that Yin San and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect left the restaurant.
They walked out of Haizhou City to the seaside, passing through the scattered reefs in the sea, and walked toward the depths of the sea.
They weren't here to pay homage to the ruins of the Cloud Platform, nor were they here to retrieve any treasures. Instead, they were here to find someone.
Under the company of the deep night and the sound of the waves, they walked on the sea. After walking for a long time, they arrived at a remote and ordinary island.
There were some green plants growing on the island. There were no demonic beasts, only some lizards hunting at night.
According to the map on the slip of paper, the Old Ancestor walked to an inconspicuous clump of grass and sighed with emotion. "He's indeed worthy of being an old guy. This formation is really good."
That clump of grass didn't have any special aura, nor did it have any trace of an array. If one didn't know about it beforehand, who would have thought that it was the entrance to the passage?
Yin San sensed the passage leading to the depths of the earth and said, "He's actually hiding at the bottom of the sea, isolated from the world. No wonder no one has been able to find him for so many years."
In the dark passage, they walked for a long time. According to their estimation, they had already reached the bottom of the sea, which was thousands of feet deep. Finally, they saw a heavy bronze door.
There were some simple patterns engraved on the copper door. There were flowers and fish, and the brushwork was simple and crude. It emitted a faint aura.
The Great Ancestor looked at it and said, "I can break it, but it will alarm him."
"Let me do it."
Yin San raised his right hand and pressed on a strange fish engraved on the copper door.
After about a hundred breaths, the flowers on the copper door suddenly opened their petals as if they had come alive. That strange fish also seemed to have come to life. It wanted to swim away from his palm to inform the person inside, but it couldn't break free.
Yin San touched that strange fish. His fingers seemed to carry a spring breeze, which calmed it down.
The heavy copper door slowly opened without stirring up a speck of dust.
Countless amounts of seawater poured out from inside.
Yin San and the Great Ancestor were very calm. They didn't avoid it, nor were they surprised.
They floated in the seawater and looked at the scene in front of them.
Behind the copper door was a world at the bottom of the sea.
Strangely shaped fish were swimming, and strange flowers with spots of light were blooming. In the distance, there was a huge and terrifying figure, but it was unknown what kind of ferocious sea beast it was.
Yin San knew that all of this was fake. With a calm expression, he put his hands behind his back and floated forward according to his will.
The guy hiding at the bottom of the sea was a bit interesting. His Cultivation state was average, but his formation and spiritual power were not weak. He even noticed his arrival.
He wasn't worried about the counterattack of the guy, but he didn't want the guy to be prepared and kill himself rather than have his spiritual soul controlled.
Those huge and terrifying figures were getting closer and closer. They were a group of Dace Devils!
Those Dace Devils pounced on Yin San.
Yin San ignored them, and his eyes fell on a pile of rocks not far away.
A Dace Devil swallowed him, and then turned into spots of light, dispersing in the seawater without leaving a trace.
Yin San floated to the pile of rocks, squatted down, and looked at a clownfish hiding in the cracks of the rocks.
The clownfish's eyes met his.
"Who are you … How can you see through my formation?"
The clownfish spoke.
He could sense that Yin San was at most in the State of Free Travel, so why wasn't he affected by his spiritual awareness?
Yin San said with a smile, "Don't use such insignificant tricks in front of me. Also, let me remind you, don't call yourself 'this old man' in our conversation, because you don't have the right to do so in front of me."
Having said that, he snapped his fingers.
With a light snap, those Dace Devils all turned into light flakes and disappeared. The strange flowers swaying in the seawater and tens of thousands of strange fish also disappeared. Even the seawater disappeared without a trace.
This place was indeed at the bottom of the sea, but not in the sea. It was a manor cave hidden deep underground. The ground was very dry, without even a drop of water.
The decoration in the manor cave was very luxurious. There was a row of green pines along the wall, and dozens of koi carps swimming in a white bone in the chalcedony pond.
The white bone was the Dace Devils, the koi carps were the strange fish, and the green pines were the strange flowers. Everything was an illusion.
"You're famous for your fortune-telling, so it's normal for you to raise some koi carps. But what's with that white bone?"
Yin San withdrew his gaze and looked at an old man.
This old man had white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a pair of sunken eyes. It was unclear how many years he had been blind.
He was that ugly fish, and also Tian Jingren, who had disappeared from the world for many years.
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Tian Jingren was an important figure.
He wasn't just famous for his fortune-telling, as Yin San said. Back when he was in charge of the White-Deer Institute, he was thought by the people to be able to determine life and death with one word, and to be able to foresee the secrets of heaven.
Even people like Lo Huainan and Prince Jing Xin wanted to get his comments.
He had a close relationship with the Western Sea Sword School, and he was asked by Fang Jingtian to kill Jing Jiu in the old plum garden.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that Jing Jiu's spiritual soul was exceedingly powerful even though his Cultivation state was low. As a result, he failed to kill Jing Jiu, and was expelled from Zhaoge City by Zen Master. Then came the Battle of the Cloud Platform. The White-Deer Institute was burned down by Pei Baifa and the disciples of the No-Mercy Sect. Tian Jingren fled in advance, hiding in this manor cave until now.
He was wounded severely by Zen Master, and it would take him a long time to recover. As such, he didn't dare show up even though his manor cave was within the sphere of influence of the West Ocean Sword School, and was extremely cautious. Unexpectedly, someone came to find him.
"That was my apprentice. Because he cultivated too quickly, he went berserk and died."
Tian Jingren "looked" at the white skeleton, the expression on his face seeming to be quite regretful.
It might be a touching or evil story, but Yin San didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. "I came here to ask you a few questions," he said.
"Who the hell are you?"
Tian Jingren lowered his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, indicating that he was quite vigilant. This person had a very powerful mental energy, and his Dao Heart was as deep as the ocean, immeasurably deep, far more powerful than his Cultivation state, which reminded Tian Jingren of Jing Jiu. He even had a feeling that this person's mental energy was even more powerful than that of Jing Jiu.
Yin San looked at him and said with a smile, "I'm the one asking you questions, not the other way around."
Tian Jingren said, "I've been setting up the formation for ten years. I don't believe you can break it, no matter how powerful your spirit is."
His opponent had seen through the illusion of the manor cave and got rid of his mental interference, but it didn't mean that he could break the real tactical formation.
Yin San didn't say anything. He closed his eyes directly, and his mental energy spread out from his body.
Suddenly, countless rays of light appeared in the air of the manor cave, and then gradually condensed into lines and patterns.
Tian Jingren couldn't see the patterns, but he could feel it. His face turned paler, and he wondered how his opponent's spirit could be so powerful that he could use his mental energy to force the formation out, and then try to break it by force!
The manor cave became brighter and brighter. Those lines and patterns seemed to be smeared with sticky honey, drooping and about to break.
There was a buzzing sound.
The manor cave became the underwater world again. Those horrible Dace Devils appeared, but they didn't dare to swim toward Yin San. Those strange flowers with light spots swayed more violently, as if they wanted to escape from the mud and sand at the bottom of the sea.
Gradually, those Dace Devils, strange fish, and strange flowers became much lighter. As the seawater washed them, they began to fall apart, turning them into wisps of green smoke.
In the green smoke, Yin San closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips.
The tactical formation was in the final stage of collapse.
Tian Jingren's face was no longer pale. Instead, he looked much calmer.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
There was nothing in his deep eye sockets, except for the abyss like a black hole.
In an instant, the endless seawater, along with the Dace Devils, strange fish, and strange flowers, poured into his eye sockets!
Even Yin San's spirit was sucked in!
This kind of fight between spirits was the most dangerous but also the simplest. It depended on who was more powerful, and then the one who could swallow or control the other.
Yin San didn't care. He believed that in this world, except for some monks of the Zen Sect, some ancient divine beasts, and Jing Jiu, no one could be more powerful than his spirit.
Just then, Tian Jingren suddenly laughed. His wrinkles became deeper, full of coldness and mockery.
"Taiping Zhenren, you're used to controlling others' spirits, but have you ever thought about the feeling of being controlled?"
Yin San's expression changed slightly.
His clothes were floating in the seawater, heading toward Tian Jingren.
"His spirit and mine are connected. If you don't take action now, what are you waiting for?!"
Tian Jingren shouted harshly.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect suddenly appeared behind Yin San.
After he came to the manor cave, he seemed to have disappeared. Until now, he suddenly released all of his aura!
The violent energy filled the manor cave, and his sparse hair pointed up to the sky like swords. At this moment, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect didn't look like an old dog at all, but a real demon god descending to the human world!
The injury he had suffered in the Guocheng Temple had mostly recovered. He could slap Yin San to death with one palm strike, or shatter his Dao Tree!
Yin San demanded with his eyes closed, "Do you want to die?"
No sooner had he said this than the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect suddenly grunted, feeling a chill all over his body.
It was the chill from the sword!
Even though the chill was in Aoyama, which was tens of thousands of miles away, he could still feel it vividly.
It was evident that the Sword Formation of Aoyama had located him instantly after Yin San withdrew his magic at such a dangerous moment!
It was because of this chill that he had been hiding in the underground of the Cold Mountain for hundreds of years. Was he going to keep hiding?
It was then that a sword will came down from the high sky.
It was merely a sword will, but it felt like countless swords had come out at the same time, coming out like the tide, blocking the chill.
According to the agreement between the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and the other party, the other party had to block the Sword Formation of Aoyama for a moment before he could control Yin San.
That was the Sword Formation of Aoyama!
Few people in Chaotian could do it even if they had to block it for a split second.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean!
"Do you really think I'm a dog?!"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect had a brutal expression on his face as he slapped down with his powerful palm.
Pah!!!
His palm landed on the top of Tian Jingren's head.
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The formations in the manor cave had all been dismantled.
A great amount of seawater came out from Tian Jingren's hollowed eyes, and so did those strange fish and flowers, which hit the stone walls of the manor cave and turned into powder.
"You actually …"
He looked at the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect blankly, his face pale and furious.
He had only uttered three words before his voice faded away, and no more seawater came out from his eyes.
Though he was not dead, his spiritual soul had been completely controlled by Yin San.
Yin San opened his eyes and raised his hand.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect put his head under his hand as quickly as possible.
Yin San rubbed his head to show his appreciation.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect instantly sensed that the chill from tens of thousands of miles away had disappeared.
Yet, the powerful sword will was still in the high sky like the tide. If the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean found out what had happened here, he would be enraged and swing his sword down at the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect. They had to leave as soon as possible while the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was kept in the high sky by the Sword Formation of Aoyama.
Soon.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and Yin San came to the land one hundred miles away, panting heavily while leaning against the pile of hay that had just been cut in the summer fields.
"You did a good job, but what you said was a bit exaggerated. Do you really think I'm a dog? Who would say such nonsense when they're fighting? "
Yin San turned his head and said this to the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect seriously, like a master teaching a new disciple in the theater.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said with an enchanting smile, "It's because I said it from the bottom of my heart. But I only said half of it."
"What's the second half?" asked Yin San curiously.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said seriously, "Yes, I'm an old dog of the Immortal, loyal and devoted!"
(End of this chapter)
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