Looking at the sky outside the window, Jing Jiu remained silent for a long time.
The silence seemed to be nothing, but it usually represented a certain emotion.
It was seldom seen on Jing Jiu, because it was completely different from being in a daze.
A cloud drifted over from the south.
This statement shocked Jing Jiu even more than the appearance of the two important figures of the Underworld.
Jing Jiu felt regretful. Since he had decided not to read the letter from his Big Brother, why did he read it in the end?
However, this was indeed a letter he had to read in person; it was because the content of the letter was too important.
The only thing in the world that could temporarily heal the deep rift between him and his Big Brother and make his Big Brother forget the bottomless hatred … was that cloud in the south.
Jing Jiu of course knew what this statement meant, and he also knew why his Big Brother wanted to inform him as soon as possible by employing the Underworld Master.
The cloud in the south was actually a patch of fog enshrouding the islands, and an old man was hiding in the fog.
The name of the old man was Nan Qü, the first hidden swordsman in Chaotian and the most powerful enemy of the Aoyama Sect.
It was because of this man that their Grandmaster, the Immortal Guangyuan, failed in his ascension and died while sitting on the ground.
Jing Jiu had no regrets when he ascended in his former life, but killing Nan Qü was one of the top three things he had to do before his ascension.
Unfortunately, Nan Qü was still hiding in the fog, so Jing Jiu had no way to kill him.
Yet, the cloud had left the South Ocean and drifted toward Chaotian.
This was an opportunity that his brothers and even the whole of Aoyama had waited for over eight hundred years; how could they miss it?
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The islands were still enshrouded in the thick fog, and it seemed that nothing had changed.
Nobody knew that a patch of fog had separated from the islands a few dozen days ago, and it was drifting over the surface of the ocean one thousand miles away.
The patch of white fog was about the size of a thatched hut, drifting over the blue ocean soundlessly, giving off an eerie vibe.
The bright sunlight couldn't penetrate the fog, and the reflected light made the patch of white fog look a bit dazzling. It looked more like a cloud than a fog.
Fortunately, the boatmen traveling on the ocean were used to seeing all kinds of strange lights. Even if they saw the patch of bright cloud, they wouldn't pay much attention to it, let alone get close to it.
As spring deepened, dark clouds became more and more common, and summer storms began to brew. The sun's appearance became shorter and shorter, and the white cloud became more and more inconspicuous.
One day, a big ship from Penglai Island passed through the real fog and suddenly saw the cloud in front of it, causing several soft exclamations.
The clouds were very gentle. Be it in the sky or on the sea, they would not cause any harm.
Naturally, the ship did not slow down, nor did it change direction. It sailed towards the white cloud.
People came to the deck one after another, wanting to see the scene of the cloud being smashed by the bow of the ship.
It was completely silent.
The ship smashed through the cloud and continued forward.
It was completely silent.
Everyone on the ship was dead.
Their eyes were closed. Some of them were holding ropes in their hands, while others were holding cups of tea.
The white cloud continued to drift towards the north. After drifting for a long time, it finally arrived on land.
It was early in the morning, and the sky was just beginning to brighten. The small fishing village by the sea was suddenly shrouded in a heavy fog.
The morning sun leaped over the surface of the ocean and illuminated the sky, but it couldn't disperse the fog in the village. All the villagers could do was wait helplessly for the fog to move to the north.
Finally, some of the village houses had left the area covered by the cloud and fog, revealing their original appearance. But it was deathly quiet, and nobody had woken up.
A cough suddenly broke out on the beach.
A young girl was struggling to get up. Her bare legs covered by her short skirt were covered with sand, and the silver bells on her dress rang out once in a while.
Her name was Nan Zheng, and she had been a formidable assassin of Bulao Lin.
She escaped on the night when the Cloud Platform was destroyed, but her magic treasure was taken away by Guo Dong.
The fact that Aoyama was still as formidable as ever made her feel hopeless.
To say nothing of taking revenge, it was difficult for her to even see the peak master of Qingrong.
Feeling disheartened, she returned to the south and concealed her identity until this day.
All the people in the fishing village were dead, except for her.
Looking at the corpses of the villagers lying in front of her house and on the beach, and sensing the quietness around and the thunder-like sound of the waves, Nan Zheng's face grew exceedingly pale. She looked at the patch of cloud and fog, not daring to make a sound.
An aged voice came out from the fog, "Are you a southerner?"
"Yes …" replied Nan Zheng in a trembling voice.
The aged voice said, "Since you are a southerner, it's reasonable for me not to kill you."
Nan Zheng asked fearfully, "Are you a senior master in my tribe?"
"I'm your ancestor," said the aged voice.
The cloud and fog dispersed gradually, revealing an old man.
The old man was thin and shriveled, looking like a withered corpse. His eyes, which were as deep as the thick fog, were filled with visible lethal intent from time to time.
He said he was Nan Zheng's ancestor, not because he was swearing, but because he was stating a fact.
Many people thought he was a prince of a small kingdom in the South Ocean. In fact, the southern barbaric tribes were all his descendants.
His name was Nan Qü, and he was called the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island.
He had another more famous identity: the first hidden swordsman in Chaotian.
He was the greatest enemy of the Aoyama Sect, and also the most powerful opponent of the Aoyama Sect.
The Immortal Guangyuan was killed by him, and the Immortal Chenzhou was eager to break through the Cultivation state because of this incident. In the end, he disappeared in the cloud and fog of Aoyama. The former was the grandmaster of Taiping Zhenren and the Immortal Jingyang, and the latter was their Master. It was easy to imagine how formidable this Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island was.
In terms of Cultivation state, he had already reached the upper limit of the Heavenly Arrival State eight hundred years ago, a true sword fairy.
Kneeling on the beach, Nan Zheng didn't dare raise her head, let alone speak.
She thought in shock that the Foggy Island had been locked up for many years because of the Sword Formation of Aoyama; how could the Great Grandmaster leave and appear on land?
Nan Qü was aware of what was on her mind, but he didn't explain it.
He had been hiding on the Foggy Island for hundreds of years. He had no hope of ascending, and his life was about to run out. He had at most a few decades left to live.
He had to finish that task before it withered away.
What task?
Of course, it was to destroy Aoyama.
"The cloud and fog will disperse eventually."
The Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island looked up at the dim morning sun outside the fog, and said emotionlessly, "Find me something with heavy Yin Qi."
The object with the heaviest Yin Qi in the world was, of course, a coffin.
Nan Zheng had lived in this village for several years, so she was very familiar with each family. She carried a black coffin out of the yard outside the salt pans.
The coffin was made of Nanmu, which had been kept in the backyard for more than twenty years. It was full of Yin Qi, but the cranes, deer, and ghosts carved on the coffin were a bit clumsy.
Nan Zheng put the black coffin into the fog, looking pale. She was afraid that the Great Grandmaster would be displeased.
There was no sound in the fog, but it started to flow slowly.
It didn't take long for all the fog to enter the black coffin.
The fishing village became clear again.
A few yellow amulets fell from the air and sealed the coffin, ensuring that no breath leaked out.
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There was a Taoist gate outside the peaks of Aoyama, on which were written the words "South Pine Pavilion". This was the South Mountain Gate.
There was a wooden table under the mountain gate, on which there were writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone. A man in a gray sword robe was sleeping on the table.
Hearing the footsteps, the man raised his head. It was Ming Guoxing, whom Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui met when they entered Aoyama.
Decades had passed, and this disciple of Aoyama, who hadn't been able to break through the state, looked a bit old.
Looking at the man who walked to the mountain gate, he couldn't help but rub his eyes.
The man had an ordinary face, figure, and breath. No matter how he looked at him, he was just an ordinary person.
The problem was, how could an ordinary person find the mountain gate of Aoyama Sect?
Ming Guoxing was a bit alarmed, thinking that he couldn't make the same mistake as before, thinking that Martial Uncle Jing Jiu was useless, so he stood up quickly.
"May I ask who you are?"
The ordinary person smiled and said, "I am a letter."
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The Old Ones had always used the method of taking people as their trust.
Before and after the assassination of Zhao Layue, Bulao Lin had sent such a letter to him.
Later, Taiping Zhenren sent another letter to the Old Dragon, telling him that a devil had come to the Fiend Prison.
What was the content of today's letter?
Ming Guoxing didn't dare open it, nor did he dare keep it for himself. He reported it to the inner gate hastily.
It didn't take long before the Elder Mo arrived at the southern mountain gate and brought the letter to Tianguang Peak.
The bright sunlight and the blue sky shone on the undulating ocean of clouds in front of Tianguang Peak at the same time, looking like the ocean in the south.
"What's the content?" asked Liu Ci while looking at the ordinary person.
That person was indeed an ordinary person, but he didn't show any fear when facing an important figure like the Sect Master of Aoyama, saying, "Old Immortal, you can read it yourself."
Liu Ci stared into his eyes.
It was quiet on the top of Tianguang Peak.
The shadow cast by the sheath on the stone monument slowly lengthened.
After a long while, Liu Ci said, "It's done."
The person walked toward the edge of the cliff.
"You don't have to die," said Liu Ci.
The person said, "Thanks for your mercy, Old Immortal, but I have to die."
Since it was a letter, it couldn't be left behind after it was opened; otherwise, the secret would be discovered.
The person walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped into the ocean of clouds calmly.
He didn't scream horribly or scream.
After a long while, a faint crashing sound could be heard at the bottom of the cliff.
Liu Ci walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the West Ocean one thousand miles away, remaining silent.
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