A stick, a tiger, a rooster, and a bug.
Jing Jiu, the Fire Carp, the Cicada, and some mosquitoes.
A small victory over a big opponent was usually a victory of willpower; but if it was a small one, the victory would be much easier.
Given the Fire Carp's strength, he wouldn't be afraid of those mosquitoes, even though those were the mosquitoes in the Fiend Prison that Liu Ada thought were troublesome.
Most importantly, the Fire Carp had no idea what those invisible things were.
The unknown would magnify the fear, not to mention that the Fire Carp had never left the center of the earth, hadn't grown up, and was even afraid of the shadow.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything. It seemed that he didn't intend to say anything more to the Fire Carp.
The Fire Carp backed up one hundred feet while swaying his tail. He was very cautious, and was ready to jump into the lava river at any moment. "If I spread the news that you colluded with the Underworld, your reputation would be ruined, and you would die a horrible death," he said.
Hearing this weak threat, Jing Jiu thought of something else.
Even though the Zhongzhou School would send someone to visit him every six hundred years, why did this Fire Carp speak so smoothly?
The most puzzling part was that he felt the Fire Carp's tone was somewhat familiar.
The atmosphere in the cliff cave didn't grow tenser because of his silence, but it was a bit awkward.
The Fire Carp felt awkward.
He didn't want to do anything at the moment.
However, as a Sir of the Zhongzhou School, it would be too humiliating if he let this disciple of Aoyama leave without saying a word.
The Fire Carp suddenly thought of an idea, and yelled happily, "Hey, buddy, how about this? If you do me a favor, I won't be able to do anything to my benefactor. How about we part ways here? "
Jing Jiu thought what the Fire Carp said was sensible, asking, "What's the matter?"
The Fire Carp turned around in the air and revealed his dorsal fin, saying, "I was bathing in the river last night. I was too excited and accidentally bit my back. You know, for a king of my state, nobody can hurt me except myself …"
"Shall I treat your wound?" asked Jing Jiu.
The Fire Carp turned around and said, "Yeah, yeah. Of course, you can treat it casually. I don't expect you to cure me. It's just a matter of my intention."
How could he bite his back? It's not a giraffe.
This must be a lie.
It just didn't want to say that it had been defeated by that strange and terrifying banner. That would be too embarrassing.
What the Fire Carp King hated the most was losing face.
It asked Jing Jiu to treat its wounds for the same reason. It didn't ask Jing Jiu to cure it, but it hoped that both sides would have a way out of this embarrassing situation.
From then on, the mountains were high and the rivers were long, the sea and the sky were wide.
Jing Jiu walked to the riverbank and looked at the back of the Fire Carp. He found that its tail fin was indeed injured. The scales around it were slightly raised, and some were even burnt.
He was a little puzzled, wondering who could actually go so deep into the core of the Gathering Soul Valley and injure it. Moreover, the person who did it was a fire-based technique.
Jing Jiu did not know how to treat illnesses, but he had some experience in treating injuries. After all, he had been sharpening his sword for a long time.
He leaped into the air and landed lightly on the Fire Carp's back.
The Fire Carp was a little surprised and thought, "Could it be that you really know how to treat injuries?"
Jing Jiu extended his right hand and began to remove the dead and burnt scales.
Those scales were very hard. Even with his right hand, it would take him some effort to remove them.
He felt these scales were very familiar. When he saw that there was an obvious old wound in front of him, he finally figured out something.
It turned out that the magic weapon he snatched from the evil practitioner was made from the scales of this Fire Carp.
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A huge golden carp was floating above the river of lava.
A person was squatting on the back of the golden carp.
That person was doing something nonstop.
This scene was wonderful and magnificent. But if one thought about it carefully, it was no different from a starling standing on the back of a bison to help it peck parasites.
Thinking of Jing Jiu's identity, this was indeed a bit humiliating, or at least a bit annoying. But he did it quietly, because he also needed an excuse to leave. Safety was always the first thing. Besides, the scales of the Fire Carp could help him sharpen his sword, so why not?
What really made him feel a bit regretful was that he could not sharpen his sword with the intact scales. Those scales emitted a metallic luster and were obviously extremely hard. However, they were closely attached to the body of the Fire Carp. Even if he exerted a little force, the Fire Carp would be in extreme pain, let alone sharpening the sword. So he could only sharpen his right hand while removing the burnt and withered scales. But those scales had been damaged by some kind of fire poison and were extremely brittle, far less useful than the magic weapon of the evil practitioner.
It didn't take long for him to remove all the damaged scales on the back of the Fire Carp, which made it feel uncomfortable and even painful. Then he returned to the shore.
The Fire Carp swayed its tail and spun a few rounds quickly. It felt much lighter and couldn't help but feel very happy, saying, "I'm in a good mood now. You should leave as soon as possible, though I feel a bit regretful that I couldn't eat you."
Jing Jiu also felt a bit regretful. If this Fire Carp could be raised in the underground fire for another six thousand years and become an adult, he could use its scales to sharpen his sword. In that case, it wouldn't be hurt, but it would be a bit painful.
He suddenly thought of a possibility and asked, "You said you haven't been to the Cloud Dream Mountain. Have you been to other places?"
A trace of sadness appeared in the eyes of the Fire Carp, saying, "I could only stay in the underground fire before I became an adult. I haven't been to any other places."
So that was it.
Jing Jiu thought that there was an extremely cold earth vein under the Shangde Peak, but there was no earth vein in Aoyama, so it really couldn't afford to raise it.
What a pity.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have to ask Senior Master Tai Lu, who had a bad temper. There would be one more fish on the Shenmo Peak, and one more Principal Guard in Aoyama.
The Fire Carp sensed Jing Jiu's emotion, but he didn't know where it came from. He thought that Jing Jiu felt sorry for him, thinking that this disciple of Aoyama was not bad.
Jing Jiu raised his right hand and flew toward the ground. As he entered the cliff wall, he turned his head around and glanced at the Fire Carp with pity.
The Fire Carp wagged his tail twice, feeling reluctant to leave Jing Jiu.
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It was still cold on the Cold Mountain in the early spring, and the barren land was still desolate. It was a desolate scene in all directions. Not to mention the bison and starlings, there wasn't even a worm to be seen.
The reason why it was so lifeless was not because of the weather, but because it had something to do with the disciples of the Mysterious Dark Church scattered in the field.
The headquarters of the Windy-Broadsword Church was in Juye City, but they had to defend the snowland with all their strength. The Kunlun Sect was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, so they couldn't pay any attention to what was happening on the Cold Mountain. After the Mysterious Dark Sect changed its name to a church, their power had expanded very quickly, and they had become more and more arrogant. They had a vague feeling of what they had done in the past.
Normally, the Zhongzhou School, as the leader of the orthodox Cultivation sects, should deal with the situation when the deviant sects showed signs of reviving in the north. However, the Cloud-Dream Mountain had encountered many mishaps over the years: the Old Dragon was killed, the Unicorn was wounded, Tong Yan betrayed them, the Fairy Book of Longevity was given to Jing Jiu, and the Green Sky Mirror ran away. The Immortals Tan and Bai were in no mood to deal with these matters.
There had been some unusual movements in the snowland recently, and the Mysterious Dark Church didn't conceal their actions on the Cold Mountain anymore; they seemed to be doing it openly. This time, the Master of the Mysterious Dark Church, who called himself the King Ming, led most of the highly achieved swordsmen and one thousand followers of the church to set up a formidable formation in this patch of barren land, searching everywhere. It seemed that they were looking for something.
A disciple of the Mysterious Dark Church stood on the yellow meadow and rubbed his tired eyes. After making sure there were no traces, he looked at a spot a few miles away and transmitted his voice through the magic treasure, "Have you found anything over there?"
"Nothing," came the voice of his colleague through the magic treasure.
Soon after, another voice of his colleague rang out, "I heard that that guy has been hiding under the ground for almost two years; how can we find him then?"
The disciples of the Mysterious Dark Church formed a group of three and were responsible for searching an area.
According to the rules set by the Church Master, the three disciples were not allowed to stay close to each other this time; they had to keep a distance of more than five miles.
This was not to prevent them from competing for the credit, but to prevent the three of them from being killed instantly by the enemy, so they couldn't send out a warning.
These three disciples, like all their colleagues, had searched the Cold Mountain for many days without finding anything. They were cold and tired, so they couldn't help but complain.
If it had been a few years ago, they would have gathered together, lit a fire, drank some alcohol, and bad-mouthed the elders of the church; it would have been much easier to pass the time.
Yet, they didn't have such a good time now. The magic treasures they carried could locate and record their locations. If the higher-ups found out that they had been close to the Cold Mountain, they would be punished severely according to the church rules.
Fortunately, the magic treasures could communicate, so they could kill time by chatting. It was because they didn't know if the magic treasures could record voices, so they didn't dare bad-mouth the elders. As such, they could only gossip.
"What do you know? It's said that the Church Master has even alerted the King of Fire, forcing that person out of the ground. That's why he asked us to look for him here. "
"Speaking of which, why did the Zhongzhou School expel that person from the mountain gate? I heard that person is very famous. "
"Who knows? In my opinion, that person must have stolen some treasure from the Zhongzhou School."
"Hahahaha! In my opinion, if he didn't steal the treasure, he must have stolen the Master's wife. "
"What an ignorant guy! His Master is Bai Zhenren, so he doesn't have a Master's wife. Moreover, everybody in the north knows that he likes the Fairy Lady Bai Zao. "
"Why did he run away then? If he becomes the son-in-law of the emperor, he can have anything he wants. "
"To say that you are ignorant is to say that you are ignorant! Everybody in Chaotian knows that the Fairy Lady Bai Zao likes Jing Jiu of Aoyama. "
The three disciples of the Mysterious Dark Church were chatting in the magic treasures with great interest, completely forgetting that their conversation might be recorded.
All of a sudden, the chatting in the magic treasures stopped, and resumed after a while.
"Did you guys feel the ground shake a bit?"
"Yes … it shook a bit."
"It's fine on my side. But it looks like it's coming from yours. You should be careful."
"Stop it! I'm really scared. "
"Hahahaha, there's nothing to be scared of. The fire sources are everywhere under the Cold Mountain; it will shake a few times every day."
"You know nothing! I heard that the Grandpa Fire King is under the ground! Don't forget that he suffered a great loss at the hands of the Church Master a few days ago. "
"What you said makes sense. The Church Master and the elders aren't scared of him, but if we were unlucky enough to encounter him, we'd be turned into ashes immediately."
"Hearing what you said, I'm really scared. Qiao Shen, since the shaking on your side is more severe, you should be careful."
"Qiao Shen … did you hear me?"
"Old Qiao? Are you alright? "
"Old Qiao!"
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The disciple of the Mysterious Dark Church named Qiao Shen didn't respond. It was because he was in a trance at the moment, so he didn't hear the voice in the magic treasure clearly.
A round black hole suddenly appeared on the barren plain in front of him. The hole was not very big, just big enough for one person to go in and out.
As the smoke and dust settled, a person appeared in front of him.
That person wore a white cloth and was covered with mud, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Where is this place?"
That person jumped a few times on the ground.
The mud and sand were like the dewdrops on the lotus leaves, unable to stick to him and rolling down.
No matter how small the dust was, it couldn't stay on his body.
"This is … the Cold Mountain," Qiao Shen said in a trembling voice.
Seeing the clean face of that person, he suddenly came back to his senses and yelled at the magic treasure, "Run, it's the well …"
Jing Jiu waved his right hand.
His voice stopped abruptly.
In the next moment, his head fell off, rolling a long distance on the ground.
The Sword of the Universe came out from the space, breaking through the wind and arriving a few miles away in an instant, cutting off the head of another disciple of the Mysterious Dark Church.
It was exactly the same.
Jing Jiu's body disappeared from the original spot.
As Jing Jiu came to a few miles away in another direction, the disciple of the Mysterious Dark Church named Meng Laosi was still listening to the conversation in the magic treasure with his head tilted.
The disciple of the Mysterious Dark Church named Qiao Shen was already dead, but his voice had just come out from the magic treasure.
"… the well."
Jing Jiu waved his hand.
Meng Laosi was also dead.
Jing Jiu looked at his right hand and nodded satisfactorily.
He had sharpened it from summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, and then to early spring. After such a long time, he had finally sharpened it a bit.
The sharper the sword, the faster his Netherworld Fairy Sword would be.
The Sword of the Universe returned without a sound.
He reached out his hand to take it down and walked forward.
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(This chapter is a draft. I wrote it bravely last night. Because I have a busy day today, it doesn't mean that I can update it on time tomorrow, and it doesn't mean that I can update it every day. I just have to make sure that it's interesting. Shaking my head, I really admire myself for being able to write such a relaxing chapter …)
(End of this chapter)
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