If Nan Qü in the coffin didn't wake up as Jing Jiu had predicted, he would be a corpse. However, if he woke up, he would be a fairy man who was invincible under the sword. It seemed to be a simple choice.
Nan Wang turned around and headed toward the deep part of the mountain. The white cat traveled even faster than her, turning into a white shadow and disappearing instantly without making a sound.
Jing Jiu didn't pay much attention to it. It was his suggestion to begin with, and he wasn't confident that the corpse in the coffin wouldn't wake up.
The morning sun rose higher and higher, and the sky grew bluer and bluer, and the scenery of the mountain grew clearer.
The barren mountain was not far from the ocean, but it didn't have much rain here, and the living beings here were few and far between, even inferior to the Cold Mountain.
Though the Cold Mountain looked barren, it was in fact rich in fire sources and underground rivers, where many wild animals and demons lived.
However, the autumn scenery here was more beautiful and more intense, probably because it was too plain. The golden leaves and the red leaves were arranged neatly according to the height, looking like ribbons drawn by a paintbrush.
Jing Jiu pulled back his line of sight and looked at his right hand.
Back when he was at the West Ocean, Jian Xilai cut his body in half from a distance of ten miles, and Ada was wounded by a casual swing of his sword.
He was in the best state in recent years, and he was indeed worthy of the title of "Godly Swordsman," unlike the years before when he was outshone by Cao Yuan.
Nan Qü was his Master, and his Cultivation state was unfathomable.
Yet, none of this was a problem.
Liu Ci was the Immortal Sect Master of the Aoyama Sect.
He was the strongest swordsman in Aoyama.
He must be the strongest swordsman in Chaotian.
Neither Jian Xilai nor Nan Qü was a match for Liu Ci.
However, Liu Ci didn't have a sword.
Back when the Immortal Jingyang ascended, he forced Jian Xilai back to the West Ocean, but didn't kill him. During the Battle of the Cloud Platform, he and Jian Xilai exchanged blows and were evenly matched in the sky above the ocean. It was because he didn't have a sword.
If Nan Qü used the sword ghost to fight him, would Liu Ci be able to defeat him without a sword?
Of course, Jing Jiu was the most suitable candidate. He knew that Liu Ci also hoped so, but he did not want to accept it.
The bad premonition seemed to be constantly warning him that if he accepted Liu Ci's request, there would definitely be problems, and he would regret it.
The weeds moved despite the absence of wind.
Nan Wang walked back with the white cat by its neck and asked, "According to your calculations, what are the chances of him waking up?"
Jing Jiu reached out and took the white cat. He calculated again and said, "No more than ten percent."
The white cat meowed softly, looking very aggrieved.
Of course, Jing Jiu knew that Nan Wang couldn't catch it. It came back because it wanted to come back, or it was too embarrassed to leave.
The incident at the Guocheng Temple had brought it a lot of trouble. For example, Zhao Layue no longer hugged it, and the change in attitude between Gu Qing and Yuan Qu was a deep lesson.
As for why Nan Wang came back … Jing Jiu found that her temples were a bit wet, so he guessed that she had taken a bath in the stream.
Nan Wang liked to sing folk songs when she had a good time drinking. When it was inconvenient for her to sing folk songs, she liked to play in the water. Whenever she saw a stream or a lake, she would take off her clothes and jump into it.
She had liked to do this many years ago. Liu Ci had no choice but to designate the lake on the top of Bihu Peak as a forbidden area for her, which wasn't removed until she took over the position of the peak master of Qingrong.
"Ninety percent … that's indeed a high number."
Nan Wang was indeed drunk. She picked up the alcohol jar and gulped down a mouthful of it, saying, "I should be fine."
"I'll be fine as long as you're here," said Jing Jiu.
Nan Wang turned her head and stared at Jing Jiu with her big and bright eyes, saying nothing.
This was the third thing that Jing Jiu was most afraid of.
Jing Jiu turned his head to look at the ruined temple a few miles away while avoiding her gaze.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Nan Wang.
Jing Jiu knew that she couldn't figure out his true identity, just like Guo Dong couldn't figure it out in the beginning.
It was the same principle.
Jing Jiu didn't answer her question, but said, "I still suggest that you two leave."
"Do you still remember the horse-drawn carriage in Daozhou City?" asked Nan Wang.
In the middle of summer, when they were searching for the clues of Nan Qü's hiding place, that horse-drawn carriage rushed to the lakeside, bringing them the latest news. The doctor didn't conceal his identity because the lake was a forbidden area of the Eastern Mountain Sect, and nobody could get close to it.
The Eastern Mountain Sect was a local sect supported by the Cheng Clan, and the Cheng Clan was an inconspicuous external sect on Shiyue Peak.
There were many similar situations, especially in the south. There were at least dozens of merchant houses like the Precious-Tree House, and six or seven large clans like the Gu Clan. The southern barbaric tribes had to rely on Nan Wang's support to live a relatively peaceful life in this patch of hot and stuffy mountain. The Imperial court had never thought of imposing taxes and corvee labor.
She was a drunkard in Jing Jiu's eyes, but she was a true immortal in the southern barbaric tribes.
If Aoyama collapsed, all of this would cease to exist, and these mortals might die.
This was the reason.
As such, Nan Wang couldn't leave. The white cat couldn't leave, and neither could Jing Jiu.
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… …
The sword lights illuminated the sky of Aoyama, bringing along the ominous blood-red color and the signal of a battle.
The blood-red line fell from Tianguang Peak to Shenmo Peak, and changed back to the shape of the Thoughtless Sword in Zhao Layue's hand.
She inserted the Thoughtless Sword into the ground and turned it around forcefully, activating the forbidding formation of Shenmo Peak, and then walked toward the outside of the cliff.
A small sword boat was anchored on the ocean of clouds outside the cliff, and a few disciples of Shiyue Peak were bowing to welcome it.
Yuan Qu had already made the necessary preparations. He led Ping Yong-Ka on the boat. The farewell voices of the monkeys could be heard at the bottom of the cliff.
This sword boat was indeed small, and could only accommodate a few dozen people, but it was extremely luxurious.
Looking at the small sword formation at the bow of the boat, Ping Yong-Ka exclaimed in surprise, "How many crystals would it cost to make a round trip to and from the West Ocean?"
"What does it have to do with us?" Yuan Qu retorted.
Ping Yong-Ka still thought it was too wasteful, saying, "It's fine for a disciple with a poor Cultivation state like me to take the sword boat, but why don't the masters ride the swords? It would be faster. "
Yuan Qu thought that Ping Yong-Ka was the disciple chosen by Senior Master Jing himself; how could he be such an idiot?
"Let me ask you, which is more comfortable, riding the swords or riding the sword boat?"
"The latter, of course," Ping Yong-Ka said matter-of-factly.
Yuan Qu snapped, "Are you going to let the masters ride the swords while you sleep in the boat?"
The elders and disciples of the other peaks were also boarding the sword boats, but the number of people on those peaks was much greater than on Shenmo Peak, so the sword boats were much larger.
The cold fog on the Shangde Peak dispersed in all directions, and the sword boats were intermittently visible in the fog.
Yuan Qijing was the first to board the boat. Chi Yan, Duan Liantian and other elders were arranging the positions of the disciples.
Young Sister Yushan was well protected, and her position was the closest to the Sword Justice, surrounded by big brothers. It was believed that she would be safe even if the sword boat was destroyed.
The lake water on the top of Bihu Peak was turbulent, generating countless snowy waves.
Chen Youtian boarded the boat with dozens of sword practitioners, and it was not until today that he realized the lake water tasted a bit salty.
The disciples of Liangwang Peak were also boarding the boat, their sword lights flashing and their robes fluttering.
Guo Nanshan and the others had to step onto the battlefield less than one hundred days after they came back from the snowland.
The disciples of Shiyue Peak were also boarding the boat under the leadership of Guangyuan Zhenren.
A crisp cry broke out on the stone beam enshrouded in the fog all year round.
A dark shadow broke through the fog, but it didn't land on the sword boat on Shiyue Peak, but on the sword boat on the Shangde Peak.
Seeing the ordinary-looking golden pheasant with a long tail, the disciples of Shangde Peak were startled, and then they guessed its identity, bowing to it hastily.
Young Sister Yushan opened her eyes wide, thinking that the Master Dark Phoenix was actually so good-looking.
Yet, Chi Yan and Duan Liantian were thinking that the Sect Master would indeed wipe out the West Ocean this time since the Master Principal Guard had left Aoyama.
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…
"Little Fourth, you stay in Aoyama and look after the sect."
Liu Ci passed the message to the disciples of Xilai Peak, and didn't take another look at Fang Jingtian.
He was well aware of what was on Fang Jingtian's mind. Calling him Little Fourth was both a reminder and a warning.
He walked to the front of the stone monument and took down the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword. After a moment of silence, he said, "Senior Master hasn't made up his mind yet."
The Round Turtle opened his eyes slowly and shot a glance at Liu Ci, thinking that what he said was nonsense; who would be willing to put a rope around his neck?
He was not that stupid chicken, nor was he a fool.
Liu Ci didn't say anything more. He flicked his finger slightly.
A sword cry rang out.
It echoed all over Aoyama.
Seventeen sword boats left their respective peaks slowly, heading toward the sky.
The Great Formation was activated, and the autumn rain fell down. The sword boats broke through the clouds, heading toward the distant west.
Everybody was on the move, including those young men and women who had just entered the Hall of Sword Washing and hadn't inherited their swords yet.
The only people left in Aoyama were Fang Jingtian, the horse and the monkey on the slope of Shenmo Peak, and the dog and the prisoner in the Sword Jail.
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…
In the morning glow.
Seventeen sword boats headed toward the West Ocean.
It was a magnificent sight.
On the largest sword boat at the very front.
Standing at the bow of the boat, Liu Ci looked like an immortal man, his long beard tousling in the wind and the sleeves of his robe tousling.
Dozens of sword letters had been sent to various places in Chaotian to fight against the West Ocean.
Fair and square.
Fair and square.
This was the style of doing things in Aoyama.
Of course, there was another reason.
Liu Ci didn't have a sword.
If he didn't take the sword boat, he would fly slower.
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(I had intended to write a chapter tomorrow before taking a vacation, but I thought it would be more pleasant to end it here. As such, I decided to take a break tomorrow on New Year's Eve. This year's vacation is shorter than last year's, but it is longer than the year before. I'll come back on time to meet you all on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. I'll chat with you on the official Wechat account tomorrow, so I won't waste time here. I wish you all good health and a happy New Year. I really love all of you. Although I don't know exactly who you are, in short, I thank all of you for the past year. In the coming year, let's all be good and continue to live happily.)
(End of this chapter)
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