Jing Jiu could understand Yuan Qijing's frustration, just like he could understand everybody else.
If it were before, Jing Jiu would have ignored him; but he decided to comfort him since Yuan Qijing had dealt with Fang Jingtian decisively.
"You've grown stronger," Jing Jiu said to Yuan Qijing.
This was a high compliment. Yuan Qijing didn't feel defeated after being sneak-attacked and wounded by Nan Qü; instead, he had grown stronger.
For a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State, it was very difficult for him to improve even one step further.
"When I'm old and on the verge of death, it's easier for me to see things through, so I'm stronger."
Yuan Qijing went on, "According to the mortals, this is the last radiance of the setting sun."
"Don't say such inauspicious words," said Jing Jiu.
Yuan Qijing intended to ask him why he had come out from behind closed doors in advance since he still had more than a year to live; but he shut his mouth after hearing Jing Jiu's request.
"Who will go to the Clean-Heart Meeting?" asked Jing Jiu.
According to what Sensei had said years ago, the Clean-Heart Meeting of the Platanus Sect should be held around this time.
The birthday of the Grandmaster was not important, nor were those bells of high state at the Clean-Heart Meeting. What mattered most was who would be the leader of the Platanus Sect in the future.
The current sect master of the Platanus Sect was the mother of Sensei and the daughter-in-law of the Grandmaster. The two of them had been competing openly and covertly for many years.
The influence of the Grandmaster was much more powerful. The current sect master had relied on the Aoyama Sect to survive until now.
The intention of holding the Clean-Heart Meeting was obvious. The Grandmaster knew that she didn't have much time left, so she wanted to solve the problem once and for all.
"He Bumu of Shiyue Peak," said Yuan Qijing.
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" to express his puzzlement.
Yuan Qijing glanced at Jing Jiu and said, "He is the Elder He whom you met at the Inherited Sword Competition."
Jing Jiu thought about it and remembered that Little He was in the initial state of the Broken Sea. "A bit low," he said.
He Bumu was merely a regular elder of Shiyue Peak, and he represented Aoyama at the Clean-Heart Meeting. His Cultivation state and status were both low.
"They are all in seclusion," said Yuan Qijing.
It was Nan Wang who had often represented the Aoyama Sect in public, no matter if it was the Plum Meeting or the Dao Competition. It was because she liked the crowds and didn't practice diligently.
Now that even she was in seclusion, Aoyama really couldn't find a suitable partner.
The entire cultivation world was waiting for the spring rain. The Aoyama Sect would definitely not be in the mood to care about what was happening outside the mountain. For many people, it was indeed a good opportunity.
However, when the Grandmaster decided to hold the Clean-Heart Meeting, the incident in West Ocean hadn't happened yet. What did this mean?
Jing Jiu said, "She has an agreement with the Cloud Dream Mountain."
There was still one year left before the Zhongzhou School closed its mountain. However, Old Lady was dying and could not wait any longer.
Yuan Qijing said expressionlessly, "Why don't you go?"
Jing Jiu said, "Okay."
Yuan Qijing was stunned.
Jing Jiu continued, "I'll go by myself. Don't tell anyone."
After saying this, he walked out of the cave.
Yuan Qijing came back to his senses and asked, "Where are you going?"
Jing Jiu said, "I'm going to the other peaks to have a look."
Yuan Qijing didn't say anything more. Seeing Jing Jiu's figure disappearing into the clouds and fog, he felt gratified that Jing Jiu had changed a lot.
In fact, he had higher expectations of this Senior Master than anybody else. It was the same back then, and it was the same now.
The Cultivation world said that he didn't like this Senior Master because he was too lazy and didn't care about anything. Helping Aoyama with some affairs didn't affect his Cultivation.
Just like now, you are still so lazy, but at least you are willing to do something. Is it affecting your cultivation?
Thinking of the speed of Cultivation, Jing Jiu couldn't help but sneer, thinking that it was unreasonable.
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Jing Jiu went to Yunxing Peak.
The Sword Peak was still as desolate and cold as before. He couldn't see any life except for the iron eagles.
He noticed a dozen flying swords among the peaks, some of which were broken. They should be the flying swords of the disciples who had died in the battle of the West Ocean.
Then, he went to Shiyue Peak, to the medicine garden and the magic pill house.
He wasn't good at these things. But he thought everything was fine when he saw the medicinal plants didn't lack water and were growing like cabbages, and the fire in the magic pill furnace was still burning.
He didn't go to Xilai Peak. He had read those books and records, and they wouldn't fly away on their own, so those personal records weren't important.
He didn't go to Liangwang Peak either, because he had moved all the good stuff there to Shenmo Peak. The only thing left was the smell of the hot blood and sweat of those young disciples. What could he do there?
It was true that he was inspecting Aoyama, like a lion inspecting his territory.
He had done something similar a few years ago, confirming that Aoyama was his own Aoyama.
But he didn't inspect it so carefully that time, so he didn't care about these details.
When his Big Brother and Liu Ci were the Sect Masters, they would take care of these matters. All he needed to do was Cultivation, and he didn't need to worry about anything else.
There were too many things to do in this life, and it was a bit hard.
With this thought in mind, Jing Jiu landed by the lakeside on the top of Bihu Peak.
The forbidding formation on the top of Bihu Peak had no effect on him with the bamboo board in his hand, and nobody could see him.
He walked over the surface of the lake with the gentle breeze, his white robe fluttering. He covered a distance of one thousand feet with each step, looking like a fairy man.
There was a silvery beach on the other side of the lake, and a palace exuding a gloomy and cold energy was in front of him.
Jing Jiu walked to the front of the palace.
There were no footprints or water stains on the beach.
Hundreds of wild cats in the trees and in the bushes were watching him cautiously and anxiously.
A few bold wild cats ran out and approached him cautiously; it was unclear if they had ascertained his identity or smelled the cat odor on him.
Judging from the situation, these wild cats wanted to rub against his feet to show their submission and intimacy, and at the same time get some fairy energy.
"No," said Jing Jiu.
Those wild cats didn't dare move forward. They crouched on the ground, or lay on their sides, or bared their bellies, pretending to be obedient.
Jing Jiu walked into the palace, and went straight to the deep part of the Green Stone Formation without even taking a look at the porcelain bottles on the shelves.
The Green Stone Formation sensed his presence and started to rotate. A stone platform grew up from the ground, on which a few porcelain plates were placed, with a few pieces of blackened wood on the plates.
These were the precious treasures of Aoyama — the Thunder-Soul Wood.
Looking at the five matured Thunder-Soul Woods, Jing Jiu remained silent for a long time.
Even if the First Child Sword didn't work, he could always use another Sacrificial Body; why was he so persistent?
He wasn't thinking about the problem for his Big Brother; he was thinking about the conversation he had with Liu Ci.
Jing Jiu picked up a new piece of Thunder-Soul Wood.
This piece of Thunder-Soul Wood was brought back by the godly boat from the Penglai Island more than one hundred years ago. It was still more than three hundred years before it matured, and it needed a large amount of the power of thunder to nourish it.
What was he going to do?
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The top of Bihu Peak was facing a formation eye of the Great Formation of Aoyama.
A gap was suddenly opened in the formation eye.
The wind in midsummer poured in, getting stronger and stronger. Raindrops fell down, followed by the faint sound of thunder.
A thunderstorm was falling in the outside world at the moment.
Jing Jiu stood in the middle of the hall with his eyes closed, holding the new piece of Thunder-Soul Wood in his hand, and started to summon the thunder.
Countless thunder boomed in the sky.
Crack!!
A bolt of lightning emerged from the gloomy and horrifying clouds, striking the palace on the top of Bihu Peak accurately.
Soon after, more and more lightning bolts fell down, bombarding the hall incessantly and landing on Jing Jiu's body!
The most important part of the sword work of Aoyama was to cleanse the sword with the pure energy of heaven and earth in the thunderstorm.
He was also cleansing the sword.
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The thunderstorm contained a great deal of energy. The lightning tore the space apart, making the energy of heaven and earth a bit chaotic.
Under such circumstances, nobody could discover what was happening on the top of Bihu Peak, except for Yuan Qijing, who was watching from the Shangde Peak.
Just like the year when Jing Jiu first came to Bihu Peak to look for the White Ghost, Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci also looked at him in the same way.
If the White Ghost really wanted to kill him, they would naturally do it.
The thunderstorm was still going on, and countless bolts of lightning lit up the peaks.
The wind was raging on the top of Bihu Peak, and huge waves were set off on the lake, crashing onto the silver beach.
Some bolts of lightning fell into the lake, blasting a hole in the water, and were swallowed up by the lake water after a while.
At this moment, the Blue Lake looked like a raging ocean. There were holes everywhere.
After a long time, the lightning finally stopped, and so did the rain.
Jing Jiu walked out, his white clothes hanging on his body in tatters, and his missing earlobes were a bit burnt. His body was surrounded by blue lightning, making crackling sounds.
At this moment, he looked very disheveled, but also very scary, as if there was an extremely horrifying energy hidden in his body.
The wild cats did not dare to approach the palace, and hid under the leaves. Their bodies were soaked by the rain, and their fur drooped, looking as disheveled as Jing Jiu.
But there was no sympathy in their eyes when they looked at him, only awe.
Jing Jiu walked into the lake, taking a real bath for the first time in many years.
His tattered white clothes were washed away by the lake water, and the excessive and harmful energy of the thunderstorm also gradually dispersed.
The sea-like lake water gradually broke, and Jing Jiu walked out, taking out the white clothes he had prepared and putting them on.
Zhao Layue and Zhuo Rusui were in closed-door training, trying to break through the upper state of the Free Travel.
Jing Jiu also broke through.
He broke through the sea.
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(End of this chapter)
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