Jing Jiu looked at that person on the snowy mountain in Silence. For some reason, his eyes showed a hint of pity.
He didn't know that the young Church Master of the Mysterious Dark Church was Wang Xiaoming. It wasn't until he led Gu Qing on the Cold Mountain that he sensed the lethal intent in Wang Xiaoming's eyes that he thought of killing Wang Xiaoming first.
To kill a person, one had to find out who the person was first. While Jing Jiu accompanied Guo Dong to enjoy the spring, summer, and autumn, Zhao Layue and Gu Qing had investigated this person through the Curtain Rollers and other channels, including those so-called lucky encounters.
As long as one had enough lucky encounters, one's growth could be explained no matter how strange and incredible it was.
Yet, Jing Jiu was quite familiar with the feeling of being arranged, being controlled, and playing a game.
The Sun Banner had been successfully tempered again, which made him more certain that the person hiding behind the scenes was his Big Brother.
Jing Jiu seemed to be able to foresee the tragic end of that young man; he would either be killed by Jing Jiu or played to death by his Big Brother.
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Standing by the cliff's edge, Wang Xiaoming looked at the two people on the ground in shock, wondering who that person was and why he knew his biggest secret.
In the next moment, he had finally seen Jing Jiu's face clearly, and he couldn't help but be startled.
He murmured to himself, "It's you!"
All kinds of emotions, including surprise, shock, and ecstasy, struck at his mind, making him forget the cold feeling he had after being exposed by Jing Jiu.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, baring a nervous and stiff smile.
The wild flames in his eyes burned more fiercely, like the invisible Sun Banner by his side, which was powerful enough to burn everything in the world.
In the next moment, his lips trembled more violently, and his smile grew wilder and wilder. "It's you! Jing … "
Wang Xiaoming's voice suddenly stopped.
It was the same as the dead disciple of the Mysterious Dark Church, who happened to be at the place where the word "Jing" was.
A desolate and lonely sword light appeared in front of the snowy mountain.
The snowy mountain didn't look as cold as before.
Clang!!!
The Sword of the Universe had arrived at that place soundlessly, and hacked down!
Naturally, Wang Xiaoming wouldn't be like that disciple of the Mysterious Yin Cult, who had been killed with a single sword strike.
A black streamer appeared in the void beside Wang Xiaoming. It rolled up against the wind and slapped toward the Sword of the Universe like a wave.
The black banner was dark and gloomy like an abyss. It was smeared with blood-colored patches, but it emitted an extremely terrifying heat.
This must be the most precious treasure of the Mysterious Dark Cult, the legendary Sun Banner.
The Sun Banner moved.
It was as if a scorching sun had been born in the snow-capped mountain.
The Sword of the Universe shone even brighter.
The Sun Banner didn't block the Sword of the Universe. In the forest of the banner's shadow, the space around it was distorted.
There was a soft sound.
The Sword of the Universe flew past the Sun Banner along the distorted space and into the cliff wall obliquely.
A moment later, a thunderous rumble came from the other side of the snow mountain.
The sword light flew back.
Thick snow collapsed on the other side of the mountain, gradually filling up the foothills.
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Jing Jiu retrieved the Sword of the Universe and lowered his head to look at it.
Tong Yan looked at him and wondered what he was doing.
This sword strike was too sudden. Not to mention Wang Xiaoming, even he did not expect it.
"I don't like to hear the screams of ghosts and howls of wolves."
After making sure the Sword of the Universe was safe, Jing Jiu said, "This streamer is indeed formidable. I'm not its equal right now."
By now, Tong Yan realized that Jing Jiu was testing the sword. She thought it was unnecessary for him to know it by testing it.
The Sun Banner was the most precious treasure of the Mysterious Dark Cult, of a very high state. Its destructive power could rank in the top ten in the Cultivation world, and its defense was also very powerful.
To say nothing of the limited speed of the Sword of the Universe, even the fastest sword of Aoyama, the Thoughtless Sword, would have a hard time breaking through the Sun Banner and killing Wang Xiaoming.
Judging from this sword strike, Jing Jiu had determined that the Sun Banner was indeed formidable. Wang Xiaoming had encountered many miraculous encounters, and his demonic magic was very powerful, only slightly inferior to Jing Jiu's.
If Jing Jiu wished to kill Wang Xiaoming, the simplest and best method was to use a magic treasure of the same state as the Sun Banner to attack it.
As long as the Sun Banner couldn't protect its master, it would be easy to kill Wang Xiaoming.
Looking at the Green Sky Mirror behind Tong Yan, Jing Jiu said, "I'll use you to lead the way later."
Hearing this, Qing 'er grew anxious. She flew out from the Green Sky Mirror and said, "I don't know how to fight."
"Hmm?" Jing Jiu asked.
"There are many kinds of magic treasures. Some of them are powerful enough to shake the heavens, and some of them can be used to comprehend the Dao. But not all the magic treasures can be used to fight."
Tong Yan explained to Jing Jiu, thinking that the masters on the Cloud-Dream Mountain were right; the Aoyama Sect didn't have any magic treasures, so they had no knowledge of this aspect.
Jing Jiu thought that if the magic treasures couldn't be used to fight, the magic treasures of the Heavenly State were no different from scrap metal.
Jing Jiu said to Tong Yan, "We'll leave this place first. You stay here and try to attract more attacks."
The Green Girl felt quite helpless, thinking, "Do you chess players all have this kind of temperament? Why did they abandon their chess pieces because of a disagreement?
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Standing by the cliff's edge, Wang Xiaoming listened to the booming avalanche on the other side of the snowy mountain and sensed the vibration under his feet, remaining silent.
After a long while, he pulled back his gaze and looked at the sword by Jing Jiu's side.
The sword wielded by Jing Jiu was indeed fast and insidious. It had approached him noiselessly and didn't launch the attack until he was at a position where he would be alerted. Wang Xiaoming didn't have the time to react. If the Sun Banner hadn't protected its master automatically, he would have been wounded, or even more severely.
In other words, he was no match for Jing Jiu without the Sun Banner.
This fact baffled him.
After he left Zhaoge City, he spent a great deal of time and energy cultivating the best deviant magic methods he had obtained by chance with the help of the crystals and magic pills he had obtained in the fortuitous encounters, full of hatred and a great deal of time and energy. He had entered the Cultivation circle only a few years later than Jing Jiu, but he was still not as good as Jing Jiu. Was it possible that he would never be able to catch up with Jing Jiu?
No, it was because Jing Jiu's sword was too good!
It was said that Jing Jiu had a fortuitous encounter in the Guocheng Temple and refined a flying sword of the Fairy State; it must be this sword.
Since both of them had fortuitous encounters, Jing Jiu regarded the sword as a part of his Cultivation state, and Jing Jiu regarded the Sun Banner as well, which meant that he had surpassed Jing Jiu a long time ago.
Thinking of this, Jing Jiu calmed down and said, "Your sword is indeed extraordinary, and your talent in sword work is also extraordinary. But do you know what's really good about you?"
Jing Jiu of course didn't pay attention to him. He gazed at the surroundings of the snowy mountain, calculating something.
"What is it?" asked Tong Yan, showing an interested expression.
"What's the good thing about you is your luck. Even a bright pearl can be cast into darkness. Many people are envious of you for joining Aoyama."
The corners of Wang Xiaoming's mouth twitched slightly, and he let out a nervous laugh, saying, "Unfortunately, you're unlucky to meet me today."
Jing Jiu knew what people like Jing Jiu would say at such a moment, but he wasn't interested in it at all; he didn't listen to a single word.
Jing Jiu looked at the Sword of the Universe in his hand again, making sure that the trace left by the saliva of the King of Fire Carps had disappeared. Jing Jiu felt more confident about his idea.
Since Jing Jiu didn't say anything, Tong Yan had to continue playing the role of an interlocutor to buy some time. Looking at Wang Xiaoming on the cliff, Jing Jiu said with a serious expression, "According to the investigation of my Zhongzhou School, you've never hurt the innocent, and you've always been benevolent. Why don't you turn over a new leaf and turn over a new leaf?"
"Turn over a new leaf? Hahahaha! "
Wang Xiaoming laughed out loud, as if he had heard something absurd.
"In my eyes, there's no distinction between good and evil. All Cultivation practitioners deserve to die, regardless of whether they're orthodox or evil! "
Tong Yan said after a moment of silence, "It turns out that you don't hurt the innocent just because they're mortals."
"That's right," said Wang Xiaoming. "I've never considered myself a Cultivation practitioner. Even though I've practiced these messy things, I'm still an ordinary person."
It could be seen from his expression and tone that he was deeply proud of what he had done.
"Where does your hostility toward Cultivation practitioners come from?" asked Tong Yan.
"You Cultivation practitioners have been bullying us ordinary people for countless years, and now you're asking where our hostility comes from?"
Wang Xiaoming yelled angrily, "We were born to be bullied by you, to be enslaved by you? Why?! "
His yell echoed in front of the quiet snow-capped mountain. Another layer of snow collapsed on the other side of the mountain, rumbling as if in response to his yell.
This time, Tong Yan was silent for a longer time before saying, "In the end, we all have different standpoints. You're a Cultivation practitioner now, so you should be able to understand the reason."
"No," said Wang Xiaoming in a deep voice. "I've just said that I've never considered myself a Cultivation practitioner."
Looking at his right leg, Tong Yan said, "Now that you've mastered the demonic arts, you can obviously mend your crippled right leg, but you insist on being a cripple. Is it to remind yourself not to forget your identity as an ordinary person?"
Wang Xiaoming didn't expect that Jing Jiu could see through his mind. "That's right," he said bitterly.
Tong Yan looked at him sympathetically and said, "Unfortunately, what you've done is futile, because you're no longer an ordinary person. You've become the Cultivation practitioner you once hated the most."
Angered by Jing Jiu's gaze and repeated words, Wang Xiaoming said impatiently, "I've already told you that I don't think so."
"The difference between Cultivation practitioners and ordinary people isn't their ideas, not their appearance, not their good and evil, and not their longevity. The only criterion is whether or not they can cultivate."
Tong Yan shook her head and said, "If you can cultivate, you're a Cultivation practitioner; if you can't, you're an ordinary person. It doesn't matter what you think."
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" in agreement.
He didn't bother to explain such a simple principle.
A beautiful white swan flying freely at a height of ten thousand feet would insist that it was still a duck just because it missed its mother duck and its sisters. This might be sentimental and righteous, but it wasn't the truth.
A man turned into a beetle, of course, he wanted to continue being a man, but unfortunately, no one would accept him. He could only take a flower made of twisted metal pieces and sit in the junkyard, reminiscing the past.
If Tong Yan had been a bit more mean, he could have asked Wang Xiaoming this question.
If you insist that you're an ordinary person and not a Cultivation practitioner, will the ordinary people in the world still treat you as one of them?
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