The Underworld Master didn't respond.
He didn't agree to the request while looking at Jing Jiu's face thoughtfully, and he didn't spit in the Abyss.
"The wild grass will start a prairie fire when it is set ablaze. When the mortals in the human world die out, it will be the Underworld's turn."
Jing Jiu asked, "Doesn't Taiping's ambition make you feel uneasy?"
"You can talk without clothes, and you can pass through such a hot river of lava. I'm really curious how shameless you are."
Looking at his lower body, the Underworld Master said seriously, "I'm uneasy that the Seal of the King Of The Underworld is in the hands of someone like you."
Jing Jiu remembered by now that he had taken off his clothes before he entered the river of lava to prevent his white cloth from being damaged after being soaked in the lava for a long time.
His appearance was exactly what he looked like at the moment.
Then he remembered that he wasn't wearing any clothes when he met the King Of The Underworld in the Fiend Prison for the first time.
He was indeed at odds with the Underworld. It seemed to be the right choice to let the Underworld Master bring him up instead of going down to the Underworld himself.
Thinking of all this, Jing Jiu didn't intend to take out his clothes and put them on.
Since this state made the Underworld Master feel uneasy, Jing Jiu wanted to convince him that it was better to maintain this state.
It was then that he suddenly felt a tremor under his feet. He turned around and looked at the upstream of the lava river.
Countless waves suddenly formed in the lava river, rushing toward the huge transparent wall from the distance with loud roars. A huge wave like a long dam could be vaguely seen in the distance.
The water level of the river rose abruptly, and soon it reached his feet, and then it kept rising.
The lava slapped against the cliff walls madly, causing thousands of fires.
Jing Jiu leapt up in the air. Looking down at the terrifying waves of lava and fire, he wondered what had happened.
He could vaguely hear an angry roar, but it wasn't the sound of the river. Then he sensed a powerful spiritual awareness pressing down on him.
The Underworld Master had also heard the roar and sensed the energy. The expression on his face changed slightly, wondering why the King of Fire had woken up.
The transparent giant wall separated the human world from the Netherworld. Even powerful beings in the Reaching Heaven State would have a hard time passing through it. Besides, with his cultivation, he didn't need to be afraid of his opponent at all. However, he was a little surprised. That little guy was used to sleeping in the magma. Why had he suddenly woken up and behaved so angrily?
The Underworld Master said to Jing Jiu, "I'll consider your matter carefully. You wait for the news by the Heavenly Well on the day of the winter solstice ten years later."
Jing Jiu asked, "Are you in a hurry?"
In his mind, if the Underworld Master didn't want to face the owner of the energy, he should leave as soon as possible.
The Underworld Master said with a faint smile, "If he saw us together, the Zhongzhou School would accuse you of colluding with the Underworld. I'm doing this for your sake."
After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and floated away like a child, quickly disappearing into the abyss.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze and turned to look at the upstream of the river of magma, thinking that if the owner of the energy had something to do with the Zhongzhou School, it should be the follow-up to the event of the Gathered-Soul Valley being sealed off. But why hadn't he heard of it before, not even recorded in the notes of his Big Brother?
The energy was getting closer and closer.
A huge wave as large as a dam came along.
Soon, the huge wave arrived at his feet, crashing toward the transparent giant wall.
There was a loud bang.
The cliff cave shook violently, and a great many rocks fell down.
The fiery magma shot up into the sky and pulled Jing Jiu into the river.
The instant he fell into the river, he saw a scene.
A golden carp leapt up from the violent river of magma. He swung his body, tore down the shadows on the cliff wall, and swallowed them.
They were the projections left by the Underworld Master in the human world. He didn't retrieve them before he left, leaving them for this golden carp to eat.
This was also the question he left for Jing Jiu. If he couldn't answer it well, he would be killed.
How could Jing Jiu convince the golden carp that he didn't collude with the Underworld and merely wanted to persuade the Underworld Master to cooperate with him?
Nobody would believe such an absurd thing. In fact, this kind of thing had only happened once in the history of Taiping Zhenren and the King Of The Underworld.
And he had to find out what this golden carp was first, and why it was so formidable that it could even eat the shadow of the Underworld Master.
Pah!!! The golden carp fell back into the magma, splashing up a spray of lava.
The violent magma turned back when it encountered the transparent giant wall. As it passed by Jing Jiu's body, the flow of the magma changed slightly.
These changes were transmitted to the golden carp by the magma.
The golden carp swam toward Jing Jiu at a high speed.
The dense magma didn't seem to have any effect on it; it even acted as a lubricant, making it swim faster.
Soon, the golden carp arrived in front of Jing Jiu, looking at him curiously with wide eyes.
Jing Jiu was also looking at the golden carp, noticing that the burning flames of the magma would turn a dark blue color when it swung its tail.
Was the temperature of its body even higher than the magma?
This golden carp was by no means an ordinary creature, but it looked like a carp.
Jing Jiu thought to himself, "What the hell are you then?"
The golden carp suddenly pouted its mouth and asked as if it were spitting bubbles, "What the hell are you?"
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"Who do you think you are? You want to learn from Senior Master?"
A disciple of Aoyama stared into Ping Yongjia's eyes and said without concealing his disgust, "You can't participate in the Inherited Sword Competition if you don't have a sword!"
In the early spring, Aoyama welcomed another Inherited Sword Competition. The inner disciples who had been studying by the Stream of Sword Washing for years waited nervously and excitedly for the selection of their masters. Of course, Ping Yongjia didn't want to miss the opportunity, so he quietly came to the cliff at the end of the Stream of Sword Washing, but was stopped by a classmate who didn't like him.
Looking at the high platforms covered by clouds and mist on the cliff, he sighed in his heart, thinking that he couldn't blame anyone, not even Senior Brother Gu on the Shenmo Peak. He could only blame himself for being too muddle-headed. Since there hadn't been any news from Senior Brother Gu in the past year, and there was no message this time, what was he doing here?
The inner disciples who participated in the Inherited Sword Competition this time were all of good quality, but they certainly couldn't be compared with Jing Jiu that year.
That year, besides Jing Jiu, there were also Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui. Gu Qing didn't become Jing Jiu's disciple until the next Inherited Sword Competition, but it was also that year that he made his debut.
In that Inherited Sword Competition, there were two with natural Taoist quality, two with invisible sword bodies, and Gu Qing, who had already been confirmed as the emperor's preceptor. It was indeed a rare occasion in hundreds of years.
Naturally, no one would forget the most special thing about that Inherited Sword Competition.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue both chose Shenmo Peak, Gu Qing also went to Shenmo Peak, and even Liu Shisui had a special relationship with Shenmo Peak.
The inheritance of Shenmo Peak continued, and its edge gradually showed. Since then, all the disciples who participated in the Inherited Sword Competition put Shenmo Peak as their first choice. Unfortunately, except for the young man surnamed Yuan, who obviously went through the back door, no one else had a chance. Even Shenmo Peak didn't participate in the Inherited Sword Competition for several consecutive years. The disciples by the Sword-washing Stream gradually gave up their worries.
The masters of the peaks were on the high platform in the clouds, and some were standing on the mountain path between the cliffs. It was said that fewer sects came to watch the competition because of what happened in the snowfield, but people from Guocheng Temple, Ōzawa Sect, and Platanus Sect still came. Among them, the high platform belonging to Shenmo Peak had been vacant for many years.
There was a sudden commotion by the stream, and even several exclamations were heard.
A figure appeared on that high platform.
Someone from Shenmo Peak came!
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Looking at the excited young disciples by the stream, Yuan Qu naturally recalled the scene when he participated in the Inherited Sword Competition.
At that time, he played the role of a firm supporter and advocate of Jing Jiu. Over the years, he occasionally recalled that if he had not been like that, he might not have been able to go to Shenmo Peak even with the help of his great-great granduncle. Then he sensed the attention from all around and couldn't help complaining secretly, thinking that he was just an errand boy and messenger in Shenmo Peak. Why did his Master ask him to do this?
Those eyes were full of questions and questions. Why did Shenmo Peak show up in the Inherited Sword Competition this year? Who would they choose?
This kind of thing was not easy to ask, and even if he asked, no one would tell him. Otherwise, he would encounter a lot of trouble in the competition for disciples later.
But there was someone who didn't care about this. Junior Sister Yushan received the order from her master and walked over from the stone platform of Shangde Peak. She asked curiously, "Who is it?"
Of course, Yuan Qu wouldn't answer. He said with a bitter smile, "You'll know in a while."
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The Inherited Sword Competition began. The young disciples walked to the stream and began to practice their flying swords. Then they looked at … Yuan Qu with a face full of hope.
Yuan Qu still didn't say anything.
Among the disciples of other peaks, there were also many admirers of Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu, but it was inevitable that they were a little unhappy in such an atmosphere.
At this time, Ping Yong-Ka walked out.
He was ready to give up, but seeing the sudden arrival of someone from Shenmo Peak, he suddenly had a lot of hope.
The Elder of Xilai Peak who presided over the Inherited Sword Competition looked at him and frowned, asking, "Where's your sword?"
Ping Yong-Ka said in a low voice, "I haven't taken it yet."
"No sword?"
The Elder of Xilai Peak suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "If you don't have a sword, why are you participating in the Inherited Sword Competition?"
Ping Yong-Ka became unconfident again and murmured, "I …"
The Elder of Xilai Peak didn't let him finish his words and said gloomily, "If you dare to say that you forgot like Jing Jiu did years ago, I will beat you up right now."
Ping Yong-Ka spread out his hands and said innocently, "I did forget."
There was no one like Jing Jiu in the world.
So how could he forget to take his sword?
More than a year ago, he saw the scene of Sword Washing by Thunder on the top of Bihu Peak. He was deeply shocked and secretly made up his mind to go to the Sword Peak to take his sword.
Unexpectedly, he went through a lot of hardships to climb the Sword Peak, but he didn't find his sword. Instead, he met two people.
Then, Gu Qing specially went to the Stream of Sword Washing to find him.
Then, a monkey sent him a letter. In the letter, Gu Qing told him not to hurry to take his sword and to wait for the arrangement.
By now, Ping Yong-Ka would be an idiot if he didn't know what kind of good luck he had encountered.
As a result, he never went to the Sword Peak again. He happily read and cultivated in the Hall of Sword Washing until today.
He was really wronged. He didn't forget the sect rules and the taking of his sword. The problem was, did Gu Qing forget the letter?
Without a sword, he couldn't perform the sword work.
The proud peers of the Hall of Sword Washing wouldn't challenge him either.
Standing on the rock in the stream, Ping Yong-Ka felt quite embarrassed.
It was then that two voices broke out on the high platform in the fog.
"Are you willing to inherit the sword of Tianguang Peak?"
"Are you willing to inherit the sword of Qingrong Peak?"
There was an uproar by the Stream of Sword Washing.
Countless gazes fell on the two stone platforms.
Senior Master Mei Li and Lin Wuzhi exchanged a look, feeling a bit surprised, but they also thought it was reasonable, smiling faintly.
They were all there when Gu Qing went to the Hall of Sword Washing to find Ping Yong-Ka.
They couldn't miss out on a disciple chosen by Shenmo Peak.
Yuan Qu was also surprised. He walked to the cliff's edge hastily, saying, "Wait, wait. Young Senior Master chose this child first."
Boom!!!
It became more crowded by the Stream of Sword Washing, and it was the same on the cliff.
The masters of the peaks walked to the cliff's edge and looked down. Even the guests of Ōzawa and the Platanus Sect came out, looking very curious.
Jing Jiu was the most powerful swordsman of the young generation, and was widely recognized as a genius in the sword work. How talented would his disciple be in the sword work?
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